like a dog

On the day of the funeral, the last snow on the outskirts of Zhangzhou also melted away.

The urban area is full of traffic, the streets are bathed in sunshine, the sky is pale, and when the wind blows, it is colder than the previous days.Other than that, there is no difference.

A week later, Du Chuan removed the trial opening sign at the entrance of the coffee shop, and re-pasted the unglued recruitment notice on the wall before locking the door.

After returning home, he first went down to the basement.There was a drum set in the corner, and when the plastic sheet was pulled away, dust was scattered all over the floor.He left the things in Xiaoduchuan basically as they were, and he was not willing to part with this set of drums.It's not too expensive, but I bought it early and played with it for a while before moving back.

But when I pulled it back, I saw that the square footage of the house was small, and the balcony couldn't fit, so it could only be stuffed in the bicycle garage.The basement is damp, and the drumsticks are moldy.Du Chuan tore up a piece of newspaper and wiped it. The drum stick was wiped clean, but the mold seemed to have run into the lung duct, and his chest felt very tight.

He walked in the underground garage with a cigarette in his mouth, passed by the emergency exit, stood and glanced at the bright red lights, pinched his cigarette and returned to the car.

The disc on the car played a song "Don't Cry". Du Chuan has never been interested in English songs, but Fu Rui sang this song in a low voice that day. He didn't understand a word, and tears flowed even more. fierce.Afterwards, he dragged Fu Rui into the small room to continue. Hong Fang drank three bottles before remembering to ask the title of the song.

Fu Rui leaned back on the sofa seat and asked him which song to ask, but he didn't say it, so he reported it one by one like a folk song.Half a day to report a song that is not in Chinese, he patted him on the shoulder and said that's all.

Fu Rui lay there dazed and unable to get up, stretched out his hand and tapped the glass on the table, and said to the person sitting opposite, Ah Xun, write it down for him.

To be honest, if Fu Rui hadn't called Lin Xun at that time, he would have forgotten that he was still there.

He seemed to have been very quiet, talking very little and not laughing a lot.When Fu Rui pulled him onto the stage, he was surprised.The drum set was about explosive power, but Lin Xun looked so dull that he was out of place even sitting on the stage.But along with the tune, he rolled up his sleeves, and the drumbeats that fell were actually just right.

Fu Rui put on the microphone stand, took off the microphone and looked at Lin Xun with a smile. When his eyes met, Lin Xun also lowered his head and smiled.There seems to be a tacit understanding between them, a tacit understanding that is compatible with each other.

Like an oil slick on water, the water is rushing, but it is still burning more and more intensely.There seemed to be something in their eyes, and there was some faint moisture in their smiles.

Probably this kind of person who doesn't want to sleep at night has his story.

Du Chuan stepped on the brakes, the streets were empty at two o'clock in the morning, and he drove back to Laputa again by a strange coincidence.

He got out of the car and walked to the door of the coffee shop. The person sitting under the signboard looked up at him. His clothes were thin, as if he had just escaped from somewhere.He raised his head and asked, "Boss Du, is there a loft in the store?"

"No."

"There are you next door."

"Then you go next door."

Fu Rui leaned against the rolling shutter door, stretched his legs and said, "Dad, you are willing."

Du Chuan slapped him on the head, tricked him into calling him once, and became addicted to playing.As usual, Fu Rui should jump up and scold him, but he seemed to be dumb, leaning against the cold rolling door, quieter than a street tree.

Du Chuan couldn't see it, and was in a worse mood than when he went to the funeral that day, so he slipped him into the car by his collar.Fu Rui covered the coat he threw over, nestled in the passenger seat and did not move.

Du Chuan couldn't find any comforting words, so he threw a pack of cigarettes to him.Fu Rui didn't take the cigarette, flipped through the cigarette case and handed it back: "Quit."

The heating was whistling, and as soon as the car started, the CD also started to spin, from "Third Person" to "Years", and then "Don'tcry".

Neither of them spoke, the disc was spinning in the machine, the heater blared like a broken gong, the skylight was open, the night sky in the city had few stars, and the moonlight was covered by stratus clouds.

"Are you going?" Fu Rui leaned against the car window, and it took him a while to say a word in a rustling voice.

"went."

Du Chuan took out a cigarette and fumbled for the lighter in his pocket, but he couldn't take it out just like the problem he was full of when he reached the edge.

He used to think that the relationship between Fu Rui and Lin Xun was strange, as if people from two worlds were forced together.Thinking about it now, maybe he was the uninvited guest.

Fu Rui hummed a few words in a low voice, but Du Chuan still didn't understand the lyrics, but the sporadic depression rose up, his throat was blocked, he stroked the cigarette, and didn't light any more.

"I felt very early on that he was hiding something from me, but I didn't ask. Maybe I was also afraid that if I asked, it would really be all in vain." Fu Rui lowered his head and laughed, the window was covered with fog, He leaned against it and whispered, "I should have asked."

Du Chuan couldn't answer, he turned down the volume, and said after a long time: "Go to my place, the living room is free for you."

Fu Rui shook his head: "No."

He looked up at the night in Zhangzhou. The universe is so big that some planets died before the light traveled through a long light-year.

He smiled and sighed: "It's time to go out for a walk."

Han Xun slept until one o'clock in the afternoon. After checking the phone by the bed, he still didn't reply to his messages for the rest of the day. He hadn't seen him since the funeral.He didn't go back to Qingying with Yu Wen either, and went back to school with his luggage alone.

Zhangzhou University is only a few subway stations away from Changqing Road. Han Xun came out of the shower, changed his clothes and planned to go directly to the school to find him.As soon as he took out his wallet, there was a low knock on the door.

Han Zheng is usually not around at this time, it should be Uncle Wen, but Duan Qiwen is not so cautious when knocking on the door.Han Xun opened a small gap, leaned on the doorknob and asked, "What's the matter, Uncle Wen?"

Duan Qiwen said in a low voice: "There are guests downstairs, your father asked me to tell you not to go down first."

"he is at home?"

Duan Qiwen nodded, Han Xun glanced at the stairs: "Who's here?" He guessed after asking, and frowned: "Han Xuan?"

Judging by Duan Qiwen's expression, he guessed right.

Han Xun closed the door and went back to the room, threw the wallet on the bed, and then jumped into the quilt.He turned over and looked at the ceiling, clicked his tongue irritably, what is he doing here?

Han Xun stuffed his wallet back into his pocket, glanced at his phone, but there was still no news.During the rest of the funeral, he was holding a black and white photo of that person, which seemed to be taken a long time ago, with a smile on his face, which was quite different from his impression of him.

The first time I met that person, I broke up unhappy. He still had some expressions when he talked to Yu Qi, and he didn't even bother to pretend to him, and it would be a waste of more emotions.

But when he saw the cold tombstone, he felt a little empty, but not to the point of sadness, and he couldn't shed tears. After all, except for that time in Xiaoduchuan, he almost never talked to this person.

But Yu Qi cried for a long time.It is said that after finding it, only Lin You and Han Xuan went to recognize it, but it was completely changed. It was said that the wiring was aging, and the fuel tank leaked again.

Apart from the dirty gray ring, nothing discernible remained.

Han Xuan recognized the ring, but didn't recognize the person as him.Later, the bone age and DNA were tested, and they all matched.Lin You stood silently for a long time after reading the report, but Han Xuan didn't even wait for the report, and left with the ring.

Not even on the day of the funeral.

Hearing something faintly, Han Xun opened the curtains and looked downstairs. He was walking out alone.The winter snow had just melted, the grass outside the door was withered and yellow, and the new shoots hadn't emerged yet. Han Xuan suddenly turned his head and glanced in the direction of the third floor. Han Xun immediately withdrew his hand, and when he looked again, he had already walked out of the fence.

Han Xun watched his back disappear at the intersection, turned around and ran downstairs.Han Zheng was returning from the entrance, saw him coming down in a hurry, and asked, "Where are you going?"

Han Xun slowed down and walked down the last few steps: "Dad, what is he doing here?"

"That's your uncle, don't keep him coming and going."

"Oh." Han Xun responded perfunctorily.

After all, Han Xun asked, but he still answered: "Come and ask me something, and then leave after asking."

"what's up?"

"It's about Lin Xun."

Han Xunhuo jumped up at once, it's fine that this person has troubled his father before, but this matter is also going to pour dirty water on him?He is sick.

"What does he mean? He drives people to death by himself, and wants to..."

"Xiao Xun!"

Han Xun frowned and closed his mouth. He forgot that his father also had some friendship with Lin Xun. After his accident, Han Zheng was depressed for a while.He was silent for a while, pursed his lips and said, "I'll go out for a while."

Han Zheng sighed and didn't stop him, he just told him to come back early.Han Xun tied his shoelaces, said "Dad, I'm leaving" and closed the door behind him.

Han Zheng put down the glass, and threw the untouched glass of lemonade on the table into the trash can together with the glass.He walked into the study and locked the door as usual.

His younger brother seemed to have noticed it, but it was just a hint of intuition that even he himself hesitated.

He has no proof and won't find it.And as long as he was still sitting in that position, no matter how much he wanted to do, he couldn't blatantly target his own brother.

Therefore, this level of interference will not have any impact on the status quo.

Han Zheng walked to the sofa, the TV was still on, there was no TV signal here, only DVDs could be played.It's a western movie, the dialogue is kept low, and the characters are lip-syncing and pantomime.

Lin Xunshuo fell asleep on the sofa, the room temperature was constant, he still seemed a little cold.He taught him to put on shoes and socks, but he couldn't learn this, and he was always barefoot.

Han Zheng looked at the injury on his hand, changed his medicine several times, and recovered quickly.The wound on the right hand is healing again, and the left hand is no longer bleeding, and the wound will heal in a few weeks.

Lin Xun's eyelashes trembled, he opened his eyes in a daze, looked at Han Zheng in front of him, and called out hesitantly: "...Brother?"

Han Zheng patted his cheek and smiled slightly: "That's right. Zixun has been studying hard these days, right?"

Lin Xun nodded and said, "I'm remembering."

He sat up, pointed to the shirt on his body and said, "Clothes." He pinched the half-fastened button at the neckline, looked up at Han Zheng and said seriously, "Myself."

Han Zheng helped him undo the button: "You don't need to button all of them, just the second one."

Lin Xun touched the neckline and looked at Han Zheng in confusion.

Han Zheng didn't explain too much to him. His mental state was not optimistic, and with the previous hypnotic induction, he was already in danger.Lin Tong's matter was the last straw. Even if he explained it to him now, he would forget it later.

"You don't need to learn, Qiwen will help you wear it." Han Zheng asked, "Do you know who Qiwen is?"

Lin Xun hesitated for a moment, then nodded slowly.

"Does your hand still hurt?"

Lin Xun looked down at his hands, moved his fingers and shrank his shoulders in pain.With red eyes, he said, "It hurts..."

"Let me see."

Han Zheng sat down next to him, hugged him and checked the wound again.The condition is very good, there is no infection, and they are all healing, but Lin Xun is not as tolerant as before, so he can't bear any pain.

"Take the medicine on time, and the pain will be gone in two days."

"I don't want to..." Lin Xun curled up in his arms and said in a muffled voice.

"You don't want to be okay?"

"medicine."

"If you want your wound to heal quickly, you have to take the medicine that Qiwen gave you. If you don't take it, you won't get better. If the wound is not good, it will continue to hurt."

"Don't hurt..." Lin Xun's voice choked up when he heard the pain.

"Then take your medicine."

The movie has come to an end, the sun is setting in the yellow sand, and the two are facing each other.Han Zheng put his arms around Lin Xun and followed his gaze: "Do you understand?"

Lin Xun shook his head against his chest.

"Let Qiwen bring you some cartoons tomorrow, you should be able to understand."

Lin Xun still shook his head.

"Don't want animation? But you can't understand these."

Lin Xun looked up at him, like a machine that had been reset, and his eyes returned to their original clarity.He whispered: "Come with me."

Han Zheng smiled and took him back into his arms.Lin Xun closed his eyes and curled up in his arms, as if he smelled a familiar smell, his brows were slightly wrinkled, but soon relaxed.Han Zheng stroked his wrist and said, "Okay, I'll accompany you."

Lin Xun hummed softly, leaned against his chest, and continued his sleep.