Forbidden color

A week before the postgraduate entrance, Xu Qingyang was forced by him to go out to buy a change of bedding and socks.

"If you're too lazy to go, don't regret it when I buy it back." Xu's mother threatened him with her eyes raised up. Feeling a shudder over the lace bedspread, I had to resign myself to shopping.

It's the end of summer again.

It rained early this year, and there was already a faint scent of sweet-scented osmanthus on the road. Xu Qingyang walked on the street with his pockets in his pocket. He slightly squinted his eyes and raised his head, looking for the tender yellow petals hidden in the branches and leaves in the bright sunlight. At this time, He always thinks of people who are vague and distant in his heart.

He once cursed him viciously, and every time he thinks about it, he always feels a chill in his heart. He can't remember why he had such a huge hatred at the beginning, it seems that since the day he convinced himself, this matter has gradually become more and more serious. His hair got up naturally, but now he can only think of a dream-like short-term love, standing under the tree and picking off the sweet-scented osmanthus petals from his hair.

Wen Sitian disappeared very quickly, as if he had never appeared before.

So much so that Xu Qingyang even asked his classmates uncertainly if they remembered that they knew a person named Wen Sitian.

Is that young man in a white shirt, with clean eyebrows and a smile, as soft as a cloud, a fantasy in his memory or a real person standing on the brick road in front of him?

Xu Qingyang stared blankly ahead and stopped slowly.

In his mind, Wen Sitian has always been like that, sticking his white fingers on the window, looking into the store seriously, like a real phantom.

"Wen Sitian..." He murmured, fearing that this dream would be shattered, so he just quietly stared at the front.

Is it a hallucination?

A tall and tall figure suddenly ran out of a shop by the street, and he was relieved to see Wen Sitian standing at the door, and went to talk to him, Wen Sitian smiled and pointed at the merchandise in the window, and he could still see the pair from a distance. The familiar pear vortex.

The two turned around and met Xu Qingyang face to face. Wen Sirin was a little surprised and stopped slowly.

Wen Sitian took a fancy to a set of jigsaw puzzles, on which a picture of braised pork was printed in rough quality. Wen Silin tried to dissuade him for a long time but was ineffective, so he had to buy it for him.

"It's so ugly..." He sighed and smiled helplessly at Xu Qingyang.

Xu Qingyang felt his face go numb, he didn't know how to face this scene, so he could only move the corner of his mouth as hard as he could.

They chose a coffee shop where the air-conditioning was not too strong. Wen Sitian was a little distracted after listening to them talking for a while, and secretly opened the puzzle box to put together on the other side.

"I brought him back to do some documentation procedures. He has no problems with daily communication, but he often loses concentration." Seeing him running away, Wen Sirin said to Xu Qingyang, "Rehabilitation will take a long time, I have contacted him Hospitals in Canada and the United States, they have given better treatment options, but Wen Sitian seems to be reluctant to leave Singapore, he likes it very much.”

He withdrew his gaze from looking at Wen Sitian, and said to Xu Qingyang: "No matter where you go, if you want, you can still play with him."

The senior in front of him was much gentler than before. He used to look at him with raised eyebrows and hostility, like a jealous woman, but now he sat and chatted like old friends, but Xu Qingyang felt sad for this change for no reason.

"He..." He hesitated for a while, not knowing what he wanted to say, and finally just lowered his eyes to look at the wood-grained tabletop, and said, "I'm sorry..."

No one wants to listen to his apologies anymore. When he found that Wen Sitian's phone couldn't be reached, and even the rented apartment was withdrawn, he fell into a slow drowning regret.

He can't get his friends back, and no one even wants to hear "I'm sorry".

"It's not your fault." Wen Sirin comforted him in a low voice, he seemed to be very used to doing this, "I treated you badly..."

"No...! I quarreled with him... and scolded him..." The big boy whose face gradually faded in front of him turned red, "I haven't apologized to him yet...how did he..."

Everyone is stuck regretting in the irretrievable time, Wen Sitian closed the door behind him, and walked forward briskly, all the apologies, repentance, and heart-wrenching he didn't need, it's just a pity that can't be made up for Negligent Xu Qingyang.

Wen Sirin knew how he felt, and comforted him with a slight smile: "Tian Tian won't blame you, if you feel sad, go talk to him."

Xu Qingyang looked at Wen Sitian who seemed to be the same as before, and murmured, "Will he get better?"

"...Yes." Wen Sirin looked calm, probably explained this problem to many people, "It's just a little different from before..."

He spoke lightly, like a fairy tale before going to bed, and tried his best to make the result less sad.

"Then you... have you been together all this time?" Xu Qingyang asked hesitantly, he couldn't fully understand this matter, but he also lost the will to be harsh.

Wen Sirin paused for a moment, and said: "Well, it's just...he probably doesn't understand..." He lowered his head and took a sip of coffee, his long and narrow eyes showed a confused look for the first time.

Wen Sitian seemed to feel that they were talking about him, so he raised his head and grinned at Xu Qingyang.

Wen Silin got up to pay the bill, only then did Xu Qingyang dare to look directly at Wen Sitian who was doing puzzles next to him.

I haven't seen him for a year, but he still hasn't changed much. Even if the flower branches are broken, they are still picked up properly, with a defenseless smile on his face.

As if he had never been hurt.

Feeling his gaze, he raised his head and looked at Xu Qingyang friendly.

Xu Qingyang didn't know how to speak, Wen Sitian's magnanimous eyes made him embarrassed, and even stared at each other hastily, but Wen Sitian spoke first: "Hello..." He looked curiously at his old friend who seemed very kind .

"Hello..." Xu Qingyang was a little embarrassed and sad, and fell silent again after saying this sentence.

They could no longer continue the unfinished topic, and there was a crack created by force majeure in the middle. He could only look at him from the other side of the shore, but they should be friends.

Wen Sitian put together a small piece of the corner on his own, and was putting the rest of the puzzle back into the box, when Xu Qingyang said again: "Do you remember me?"

Wen Sitian shook his head, and said casually: "My name is Wen Sitian." He wrote the word "Tian" on the table seriously, raised his head and smiled happily, his eyes were bright and clear, like water without impurities.

Xu Qingyang seemed to have returned to the time when he first met Wen Sitian, four years ago when they were strangers and peaceful.

He blinked hard to stop his tears, grinned, and said in a hearty tone: "My name is Xu Qingyang."

Wen Sitian nodded, Wen Sirin taught him social manners, but he is not very good at chatting yet.

After a while, he heard Xu Qingyang say again: "I... I like eating peaches, basketball and skateboarding. I have participated in city swimming competitions and won No.1. I have never failed English..." He tried his best to smile , said to Wen Sitian, "Do you like strawberries and chocolate? Do you like comics?"

Wen Sitian nodded happily.

"Then I'll bring it to you next time, can I go play with you again?" Xu Qingyang said, wiping the corner of his eyes quickly with his hand.

Wen Sitian touched his body, took out a notepad, and said, "Do you have a mailbox?"

Xu Qingyang laughed and took his notepad.

He selfishly wrote down all the mailboxes, phone numbers, addresses, and schools. When he looked up, he found that Wen Sitian was looking at the figure at the counter in the distance with his chin resting on his back. His eyes were gentle and nostalgic, just like the expression he had when he stared at the ice cream ball just now. .

He vaguely felt that Wen Sitian was not as ignorant and heartless as Wen Sirin said.

They made an agreement to contact in the future, Wen Sitian touched Xu Qingyang's earrings, said goodbye to him happily, and went back to the hotel where they were temporarily staying.

Wen Sirin helped him hold the puzzle box, and also took care to protect the assembled pieces from being messed up. One big and one small went away slowly like guarding a nest of chicks.