delicacies

"I won't abandon you now, nor will I ever."

Bian Wennan was slightly taken aback, this was a line that was not in the script.

The wind was extremely quiet, no one called to stop, no one walked or talked, and it seemed that the group of drama staff who gathered around disappeared in an instant.

It's just that he was startled, he knew that he was out of the play, but because now several seats are facing the people around him, and the street lights are dim, his face has not changed, and no one has noticed this extremely subtle difference in eyesight.

Li Chenghui's hand that was holding onto his elbow slipped onto his wrist at some point, and instead of continuing down, he stopped there.

Bian Wennan's hands were always cold, in stark contrast to Li Chenghui's hot hands.

In this snowy night, Bian Wennan was as cold as a snowman made of icy white snow, and the temperature of another person covering his wrist seemed to melt his entire wrist in an instant.

This familiar temperature.

In just this moment, several images flashed through Bian Wennan's mind.

The young Li Chenghui came out of the small shop, squinted his eyes at the sunlight shining directly on his face, then walked towards him, handed him the ice water in his hand, and their fingers touched.

And behind the bookshelf, that hand covered one side of his neck, fixed his head, and then slightly lowered his head to hold his lips.

They also held an umbrella together in the heavy snow, and clasped their hands together on the handle, "Isn't it cold anymore?"

……

"Card!"

Bian Wennan was in a mess in his heart.

He subconsciously looked for the handkerchief on his body, but remembered that he left it on the bedside table today and didn't take it.

There seemed to be a gap in his heart, and when he touched this person, liquid would gurgle out. He always knew that he would never forget this person, but it was never as deep as it is now.

"What's wrong with you?" The face waved in front of him, and the hands grabbed him tightly.

Bian Wennan swept his hand away, the man pursed his lips, his expression was very bad, he grabbed his hand, and said in a low voice, "I want to say a few words to you, Anan."

Bian Wennan heard him say hello to Director Zhao, and then led him to the corner.

"What do you want to say?" Bian Wennan was still holding an umbrella in his hand, the snow was still heavy, and the light at that corner was darker, so he couldn't even see the expression on Li Chenghui's face clearly.

But he could see the snow sticking to his back, like catkins flying all over the sky.

Bian Wennan seemed to have seen this scene before.

"A'nan," Li Chenghui called him, he looked at him, trapped him in an extremely cramped small space with his eyes, and prevented him from escaping, "No matter how much you hate me now, how much you don't want to see me, or how much Don't want to hear me call you that... I think you know that it was not my fault that we separated back then."

Bian Wennan's eyes slowly turned cold.

"..." Li Chenghui seemed to be stabbed by his undisguised gaze, and he tightened his grip on Bian Wennan's shoulder.

Li Chenghui found that as long as this person stood in front of him and looked at him silently, as if looking at a stranger, or even an enemy, all the meticulous plans would collapse.

Everything will be out of control.

In his mind, only instinct was left clamoring, he was afraid of seeing Anan like this, and hated making this person become like himself.

How beautiful the memories of that period of youth are, how painful it is now when the two of them are deadlocked in the alley.

Why would you miss it?If I had persisted a little more back then and held this person's hand, would everything have been different?

"Is there any more?" Bian Wennan's voice was so cold for the first time, but it was facing the only person who had ever been in love.

Li Chenghui held back his heart that was agitated because of this person, his fingers twitched, and covered the eyes that were looking directly at him, "Anan, tell me, do you still remember how we separated?"

Suddenly plunged into the darkness, Bian Wennan didn't pull the hand off his face at the first moment, but recalled it according to his words, he remembered them... He blinked his eyes, as if there was a snowflake Blown in by the wind, it happened to land on his lips, icy and cold, "In the third year of high school, you suddenly disappeared, and then I found out that you went back to take over your grandfather's company, and... received your hidden marriage news..."

"that is not real."

Bian Wennan pursed his lips when he heard the man say that, not understanding what he meant.

"Anan, if you think about it carefully, we have been together. After the college entrance examination, we agreed to confess to our family, and then we got a visa to travel to Edinburgh. We held hands and walked along the Leith River trail. We kissed at the foot of Calton Hill...University You went to city A to study medicine, we are not in the same university, but we are not far away, it takes two hours by high-speed train to get there."

"Anan, we separated in our freshman year. It was just some small conflicts, which all ordinary couples will have. But some accidents happened, and I was forced to leave you, and I didn't even have time to say goodbye to you."

"Anan, don't forget me. Every one of them thinks I shouldn't tell you this, but I think you should know. They say my presence will only make you sicker, so I'm afraid, you'll connect our high school I will also forget all my memories, and even my whole person will completely disappear from your world. In the future, when you see me on the screen or on the street signs, you will only think that this is a familiar person passerby..."

Bian Wennan's eyelashes trembled violently, and the hand on his eyes shrank, "A'nan, do you have a headache, then don't think about it, I know you don't want to forget, I saw your handkerchief, you once As I said, it was for me."

no.Bian Wennan retorted inwardly, it was just a habit.

The boy who was wearing black sneakers and a black baseball cap didn't like to smile. He laughed like he was mocking others. He had never lost a fight, but he was injured all over his body. He couldn't look at this guy.

I found him on the rooftop again, and found that he was hiding there with an injured knee, full of sand. Seeing that I was still guilty, I shrank my legs and hurriedly explained, "I won, but those people are too despicable..."

Bian Wennan helped him brush away the mud and sand with his sleeve, the young man stared blankly at his movements, he frowned, thinking, if only he had a handkerchief.

……

"A'nan," the grown-up boy called him in a low and sad voice, and the warm breath suddenly approached, "I know you must remember this, do you remember..."

Bian Wennan was blindfolded by the man, and something warm and moist touched his lips. The coolness left by the snowflakes on his lips was quickly submerged in the entangled hot breath of the two of them. middle.

The scene of tumbling on the same bed with him flashed through Bian Wennan's mind, and it was just as hot.That person's hands were hot, his chest was hot, and his normally calm eyes were also hot.

Sweating.The sticky sweat of the two people blended together, and finally printed many wet marks on the bed sheet.

At that time, he fell asleep in the extreme white light, and when he woke up, he saw the man with the graceful back open the curtains. The outside was sunny and bright, and he could see a beach and an endless blue sea.

Looking back at that person, every bit of it is very clear in his memory, especially the smile on that face.

He said: "Anan, get up quickly, the sun is already shining on you. Didn't you say that you still want to go to the beach to get some sun? Tomorrow you have to go to another place. You should exercise well. How about going out to travel and just sleep? "

……

The hand that covered his eyes was released at some point, and the hand slowly descended and brushed over his neck, causing him to shrink back in the cold.

Bian Wennan felt as if he had tasted the despair of this person.

The swollen temples seemed to remind himself that this was not his dream, but reality.

The person who walked away slowly in the dark.He remembered the flickering cigarette butt between the man's fingers, and slowly walked away under his window when the night came.

He watched the man standing in front of the dormitory for a long time.

The man was wearing a black windbreaker, tall and slender, with a handsome face, and the appearance of holding smoke between his fingers coldly was the most special scenery here.

It has attracted the attention of many people who pass by on the university campus.

Bian Wennan was already mentally prepared for this person's attractive appearance. He rubbed his brows, lowered his head and continued to read the book in his hand, and glanced at the watch on his wrist. Still standing downstairs smoking his precious cigarettes, so I went down to teach him a lesson, and then reconciled.

However, when he put down the pen in his hand and raised his head again, the person was no longer under the tree. Bian Wennan saw the person with a cigarette in one hand and a phone in the other, and drove one of them away to come up to him. back view of a young girl walking away slowly.

Bian Wennan hesitated for a moment, and did not chase after him. At that time, he felt that as a same-sex couple, the two of them were too sticky, and they seldom quarreled. This time, he just took this opportunity to separate for a while.

Bian Wennan felt that they were still young and still had a lot of time together.

This is just a short separation.

But he didn't expect that this was the last back view left by that person.

Constantly looking, constantly disappointed.

From then on, every minute he spent was like a pair of invisible hands picking up a handful of soil and throwing it at himself from the air.

Gradually, he was buried in place.

Everyone stood there watching him being buried in the dirt.

He couldn't breathe.

He called to the man for help.

no respond.

So he in the past suffocated and died under the mud.

Now he is looking at the world in the dim mist from the earthen grave, not knowing what he is waiting for.

The author has something to say:

Li Gong: Anan, stand still in front of the orange tree, I will move a platform for you.

Nannan: ...

Nan Nan will be fine, and Li Gong will be with him.This article will be HE, it is very sweet after the reunion!