Forbidden color

i climbed the treetops

hug the moon hanging on the branch

wait until he rises into the air

Show me a glimpse of you who don't know where you are

——The personal space of Wen Sitian, an unknown sour poet poet in Qingze City

Wen Sirin hurriedly walked through the corridor of the rehabilitation hospital, he just got off the taxi, the plane was delayed by four hours, it is almost ten o'clock now.

He happened to meet Lin Tracy who came out of the ward, paused and asked softly, "Is he asleep?"

Lin Cuixi shook her head, and supported the door with her hands to signal him to go in. Wen Sirin apologized in a low voice: "The plane is late, thank you." He handed the snack box in his hand to Lin Cuixi, but she declined. The Chinese accent sounded strange, but the tone was gentle and gentle, and he smiled and said, "He is very good." Then he pointed to the gauze on Wen Sirin's forehead and said, "Are you hurt?"

Wen Sirin smiled and said: "It's okay." He let out a breath and entered the room.

The room is very quiet, there are two fresh sunflowers on the bedside table, the curtains are fluttering slightly, and the thin figure is wearing a loose white T-shirt. Wen Sitian is like an ordinary young man on summer vacation, with his back to the door Sit in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows and assemble a model hull.

Before leaving, Wen Sirin helped him put together a base, and now more than half of it has been completed.

He is framed together with the moon outside the window, peaceful and leisurely, like a period of slowly flowing years.

Wen Silin looked at him quietly for a moment, and his impetuous breathing was calmed down. He walked over and hugged Wen Sitian from behind.

Wen Sitian has become healthier, still very thin, but his body still has soft flesh, unlike a handful of jingling bones in the past few months.

He turned his head sideways and found that it was Wen Sirin who had returned, smiled happily, rubbed his face against his chest, then wrinkled his nose, and shrank back in disgust.

Wen Silin was speechless. He tossed a whole day, took a seven-hour plane, and rushed to the hospital without touching the ground. His whole body smelled of sweat. When Wen Sitian refused, he helplessly squeezed Wen Sitian's face, got up and said, "Then I'll take a shower first, can you help brother take out the pillow?"

Wen Sitian nodded, first went to help him find a change of clothes, and suddenly laughed, Wen Silin didn't know what he was happy about, but when he saw him laughing, he couldn't help laughing, his tired eyes stretched up.

Why is his Tiantian so good?

Before he left last week, he made Wen Sitian cry.

He has been in this rehabilitation hospital for seven months, and the rehabilitation treatment is going well. He is no longer in a daze for a long time, and the number of conversations has gradually increased. He had to go to class and go to the laboratory, and he couldn't watch him 24 hours a day, so he hired a Chinese nurse.

Wen Sitian likes it here. There is no smell of disinfectant and crowded crowds that are common in domestic hospitals. There are large green plants and lawns. There is also a frozen yogurt machine on the first floor, like a city garden. He and other people who live here There have been a lot of contacts, and gradually I have a lively look.

He no longer just hides beside Wen Sirin, but also takes the initiative to find children to play with.

It's just that Wen Silin's world is easy to change, and his nature is hard to change. Before Wen Sitian was so sick that he was almost withered, and he was full of remorse, everything went according to his wishes, giving what he wanted, making Wen Sitian mistakenly think that this world is controlled by him. Wen Sitian has the final say alone.Now that his condition is better, Wen Sirin can no longer indulge him.

He will definitely get sick if he eats like this without restraint.

Fortunately, this is not a snack street, and Wen Sitian doesn't see too much junk food, but one night he ate two boxes of chocolates by surprise, and Wen Silin sternly said that he would take the chocolates away and never give them back to him. He threatened: "Wen Sitian, don't be so greedy, your mouth will be full of tooth decay."

He originally said this subconsciously, trying to create a serious atmosphere. After all, Wen Sitian couldn't understand too complicated sentences, but Wen Silin didn't expect him to suddenly understand the word "greedy"?

Wen Sitian thought he had been insulted, and robbed Wen Silin of chocolates, and finally scattered the whole box on the ground.

He looked at the rolling candies in surprise, the circles of his eyes gradually turned red, and he covered his eyes and cried softly.

Wen Silin hugged him and coaxed him for a long time, promising in every possible way that he would buy him another box of the same one, but Wen Sitian was immersed in the grief of the sudden death of his chocolate and couldn't extricate himself, crying into a puddle of sugar water, until Wen Silin had to go to catch him. Airplane, also do not want to talk to him again.

I don't know if he forgot about the chocolate, or if he forgave himself generously.

After Wen Silin took a shower, he came out and saw Wen Sitian yawning holding up the mast of the model ship. He should have gone to bed long ago, and had been waiting for him to come back.

The elder brother who smelled fragrant regained Wen Sitian's favor, and was hugged with open arms. Wen Sirin took the opportunity to pinch his face to check whether he had brushed his teeth, and found that he had eaten biscuits again, so he grabbed the bathroom to brush his teeth again.

Wen Sitian stared at the mirror drowsily for a while, only to find the gauze on Wen Sirin's forehead, and reached out to touch the mirror.

"It's okay, it doesn't hurt, I accidentally bumped into it." Wen Sirin comforted him, carried him back to sleep, and planned to read another passage of "The Little Prince" before going to bed.

However, Wen Sitian got up, and pressed his hands on the gauze lightly and lightly. Wen Silin was in pain, but he didn't dare to show it. He prayed to the little ancestor to go to bed quickly, and don't get up and let him perform a gauze removal.

"I bought you a box of chocolates and pastries that you liked before, and I'll open them up for you tomorrow." His voice was like a radio station at night, husky and affectionate, "The plane is late, otherwise I wouldn't be back so late."

Regardless of whether Wen Sitian could understand or not, he always explained it to him in detail.

"Brother loves you." Wen Sitian kissed him on the forehead and patted him to sleep.

Wen Sitian reacted to Wen Sirin's long words for a moment, he raised his head, half-closed his eyes sleepily, but leaned forward and blew on his gauze, brushed Wen Sirin's forehead coolly, and then shrunk again. Going back to his arms, closing eyes and preparing to sleep, he murmured: "Split it in half...it doesn't hurt anymore..."

The soft light of the night light cast Wen Sitian's drooping eyelashes into a shadow, enveloping his beautiful eyebrows and eyes, Wen Silin said in a voice as soft as the wind: "Yes."

His head was broken by his uncle.

In view of the long-term ambiguous relationship between the two brothers, the uncle caught him and had a serious talk with him while he was returning to China to go through the household registration procedures. However, the atmosphere of the conversation gradually became fierce and intense due to Wen Sirin's honest confession.

When the uncle's thick fingers pointed at his face, Wen Sirin even felt a strange pleasure in his heart.

He could finally truly feel what Wen Sitian had experienced.

Regret and frustration can't satisfy him, he can't reduce the world's persecution of Wen Sitian through the huge emotional bubble, nothing can, so he would rather let others persecute himself equally.

He also wanted the same wounds all over his body, so that he would be qualified to say to Wen Sitian sincerely: "I know your suffering, brother came out with you."

But the uncle couldn't understand that the tranquilizer shot that destroyed Wen Sitian's brain also dispelled Wen Silin's tolerance for the stubborn world. He developed unreasonable defense and hostility towards everything around him, and his tone was calm and meaningless, even with three words. He said sarcastically: "If he is not my brother, can I be with him? Then I will go to the newspaper and cut off the relationship." He looked at the uncle's eyes that resembled his father, "What to do What shouldn’t be done, we’ve all done it, and the world hasn’t broken because of it.”

The uncle's blood pressure was rising at a speed visible to the naked eye. Before the blood vessels in his brain ruptured, he grabbed the ice-patterned inkstone on the table and threw it at Wen Sirin.

The expensive hidden weapon under the blessing of anger passed through the defense line of the auntie and sister Baozhen, and hit him firmly on the forehead. After a flurry, the uncle hid in the study and smoked desperately, while he felt a burst of pain under the tears of the auntie. Unusually easy.

He was finally able to stand in front of Wen Sitian, instead of forcing him to walk across the uncultivated wilderness with his immature feet.

But before he left, his uncle still came to see him off, and took Wen Sirin around half of the city to buy for Wen Sitian dim sum that he couldn't buy in Singapore.

The uncle stood at the security checkpoint, looked at the junior who was already as tall as him, and said wearily: "What your father should tell you has already been said, and it is for your own good." His depression and impatience seemed to be full of helplessness towards the stubborn young man, and he handed the suitcase in his hand to Wen Sirin.

Wen Sirin straightened her back, as if going to an upcoming sports meeting, stepped back into the door and said: "But you don't know how to get better. I will make the decision, no matter what happens in the future, I will give him Responsible." He stared into the uncle's deep and cloudy eyes, and said, "Tian Tian belongs to me alone."

He said goodbye and strode away.

While waiting for takeoff, he received a message from his uncle: "Take good care of Tian Tian."

He touched the snack box, hoping that when he returned to Singapore, Wen Sitian would not be angry with him anymore.

Wen Sitian may not remember the losses he suffered from eating, but Wen Silin will never forget it.

He took Wen Sitian home from the basketball court for dinner. On the way, he encountered a cram school after class. There was a row of hot, sour, sweet and salty food stalls in front of the school. Wen Sitian wanted this and that. He had acute gastroenteritis.

Wen Sitian pulled and vomited, like a poor sausage roll, curled up limply in his arms, crying for brother and mother, with a voice as weak as a milk cat.

He almost thought that Wen Sitian would die.

Sitting outside the emergency room, Father Wen stroked his eldest son's hair. He was elongated, only half a head taller than himself, and he looked like an adult.He said to him earnestly: "No matter how much you like Tiantian, you can't just give him what he wants, as much as he wants, Tiantian is still young and ignorant, you are an older brother, you must know restraint."

With red eye circles and red nose tip, Wen Sirin nodded as she looked at the door of the emergency room. Inside lay his weak and unlucky Tian Tian, ​​who almost died under his venomous hands.

Wen Sitian is hospitalized, but he still has to go to school. The school’s English club is rehearsing a program, and the freckled boy in a bloated school uniform interprets a scene that doesn’t match his appearance with a juvenile voice: “…Some people think that love is sex, it’s love. Marriage, it's six o'clock kisses, it's a bunch of kids, maybe it is, Miss Lester. But you know what I think? I think love is wanting to touch and then holding back."

Wen Sirin sat outside the window, meditating on words he had never touched before.

But he didn't do all of this well. He restrained himself and stayed away from the temptation, but he was not reconciled to the fact that Wen Sitian, which was originally his exclusive possession, was shared by others.

He went on a diet too much, and he had to watch cakes with legs running around in front of his eyes every day, inviting others to taste them.

That's when it all started getting out of hand.