three years old

In September, the parting and the first encounter all unfold here.

For an adolescent boy who is immersed in love, the anger between his eyebrows and eyes cannot be concealed, just like Ren Mei said before, how can you and your brother hide it, people who are a little familiar with you, look You can see it in your eyes.

When everyone looks at the person they like, their eyes are different.

But since Ning Xi left, Xing Cheng has calmed down a lot, obviously much more stable than before, less restless, and he doesn't go downstairs to find a field to play ball when he has time, lying on the table to write geography questions, going round and round I carefully drew the key points on the mountains, memorized the names, saw the north-south dividing line of the Qinling Mountains, lost my mind for a while, and then circled the "Yanshan Mountains" with a red pen. Remember, this is the area in Beijing and Hebei.

Staring at the four words, he was so hot that he took off his school uniform and put it on his shoulders, and fell asleep again in a daze...

On the third day of school, Ying Yuchen’s school hadn’t reported yet. He returned to Chengdu and stayed at home every day. I don’t know if he was free or he was really kind. Walnut.

"Be considerate!"

Xing Cheng casually opened a can, raised his neck and took a sip, letting the sweat drip down his chin into his vest, "Enough for me to drink for a month."

Ying Yuchen leaned against his small sports car and smiled, turning the lighter in his hand: "Bubunao, call me if you need anything, I promise your brother will take good care of you."

"Are you smoking again?"

As soon as Xing Cheng heard about his brother, he was overjoyed, and lightly punched Ying Yuchen on the shoulder, saying, "You still take care of me? You can't bear it by yourself."

Frowning, Ying and Chen made a funny face, and said with a smile: "How old am I? My sister-in-law smokes, how can my brother care about me?"

Ying Yuchen's Little Red Riding Hood sports car was particularly ostentatious. When Shi Zhong stepped on the accelerator, the sound of instant excitement could be heard all over the street.

Standing at the school gate guarding the boxes of drinks, Xing Cheng wanted to take out his mobile phone to call Ren Mei and ask him to ask his brothers to come down and hold the cans, but he groped in his pocket and realized that there was no mobile phone.

He recognized it, and moved the boxes one by one to the security office, and then he carried a couple of them up, calling Ren Mei and the others to come down to help.

It has only been a few days since school started, and Ren Mei, as the No.1 supervisor who never dozes off in class, sleeps faster and sleeps longer than Xing Cheng. Own.

Sleeping with your eyes covered, sleeping on your stomach, sleeping in any position makes your eyebrows uncomfortable, half-closed your eyes and leaned on Xing Cheng, and woke up with your face twisted by Xing Cheng, "What are you doing?"

"Don't screw me up," Xing Cheng opened a can of walnut juice and handed it to Ren Mei's lips, "to refresh yourself."

Ren Mei drank half of it in one breath, took out the sealed white gift box from the drawer, and tied a pink bow ribbon on it, "Hey, do you see this?"

Xing Cheng didn't think too much about it, and reached out to get it, Ren Mei pressed the lid of the box with an "ouch", with a somewhat smug expression: "The female monitor of the class next door gave it to me."

"Future, success like this." Xing Cheng looked at his silly look with cold eyes.

Ren Mei was not convinced, and wanted to criticize him for receiving gifts from Ning Xi before, but because he was now in a long-distance relationship, it was not easy to poke the pain, so she closed her mouth resentfully, but she still couldn't hold back, and showed off: "This is The second button on her shirt is popular in the island country, and it is said to give the second button on the school uniform to wish the person you like a happy life."

Xing Cheng raised his eyebrows and said, "We don't have school uniforms."

Ren Mei was annoyed that he insisted on nitpicking, and muttered: "If it makes sense, it will be done!"

After returning from school in the third year of high school, Xingcheng got into the room and didn't come out for half an hour. The mother knocked on the door for a long time with milk, but Xingcheng didn't open it. She was so anxious that she couldn't do it, so her son went in with scissors. Didn't this stop him from having sex with that kid Ning Xi?

Xing Cheng was still afraid that his mother would be in a hurry, so he cut half of it, and came out with his school uniform, with a weary expression on his face: "Mom."

"Ouch! You brat!"

She almost pinched the milk on her son's forehead, and grabbed the school uniform in Xing Cheng's hand and scolded: "This dress looks good, why are you cutting him off!"

"I didn't cut the clothes," Xing Cheng reached out to take them back and hugged them in his arms, "I cut off the zipper."

After speaking, he took the milk and killed it in one breath, closing the bedroom door.

Xing Cheng lay on the desk, holding the zipper in his hand and pulling it again and again, heaved a long sigh, thinking about it, he still felt a little angry, most of the reason was because he hadn't contacted Ning Xi for almost two days .

He doesn't know the real situation of his brother there. He probably has a busy schedule at university. Although he is an adult, when he thinks of his brother, he always fears that no one will take care of him. At the same time, he is also afraid that others will take care of him. .

Xingcheng left Ning Xi with Ren Mei's mobile phone number, and said that if there was something or something he wanted to say every day, he would send it to Ren Mei, and he could read it at any time, but ended up guarding it with his mobile phone for two or three days. I didn't wait for any news, only Ning Xi sent four words on the first day, don't worry about me.

He held his breath and wanted to tell Ning Xi so many things, but he didn't know that Ning Xi was on the other end of the phone. He had typed a lot of words, but after thinking about it, he took a deep breath and slowly deleted all the words. , replaced by the sentence "You don't worry about me".

Xingcheng began to rummage through the wardrobe and bookcases, pulled out 200 yuan from the Xinhua dictionary, put together some small money saved in the previous summer vacation, put the keys in his pocket, put on a vest, went to the shoe cabinet to change shoes, and went out. .

"It's past nine o'clock, where are you going?" Mom was still mixing noodles in a bowl, and the smell of chicken soup in the kitchen made Xing Cheng's stomach growl.

Xingcheng is an adult, and he usually takes less care when he goes out at home. He took 20 yuan from the money box on the shoe cabinet as the fare, tied up his shoelaces, and greeted his mother with a forced smile: "I Go out and come back, just half an hour."

Fortunately, his father is not at home tonight, otherwise he would probably be reprimanded if he went out.

He ran out of the community all the way, the late summer night wind made him dizzy, walked a hundred meters along the street, and finally saw an empty taxi at the intersection.

After telling the driver the destination, Xing Cheng leaned on the back seat, turned his face to the side of the adjacent window, and found that every place he passed had memories of him and Ning Xi, those things seemed to happen yesterday.

Ning Xi, who was deep in his memory, stood in the evening breeze after dinner, with light eyes, gentle smile, and occasionally put on a childish face, telling him to follow closely.

At the destination, Xingcheng paid and got off the car. Without any hesitation, he found a stall nearby and bought a mobile phone for the elderly that cost over a hundred yuan.

The oldest model can make calls and send text messages, but texting and typing is a bit choking.

He found another business hall that was about to close after get off work, regardless of whether it was fake or real, he paid for a real-name card, stuffed it in the back slot of the phone, and dialed the number he knew by heart. .

The pre-stored call charge is only about [-] yuan, and I have no concept of traveling, and I don’t know how long domestic roaming can last.

After nine o'clock, he didn't know whether Ning Xi was in class or back to the dormitory, he didn't know anything.

Ning Xi found out that it was 55:[-] when someone called him. He had just gone to work for more than half an hour, and the phone was turned off on silent and kept vibrating in his pocket.

He asked about the price of renting a house in Beijing. If you do a part-time job on weekends every month, you should be able to rent for ten days and a half when you start next year. You can only do this first, and then think about it later. Is there any other way.

This is a river and lake tavern in Haidian District, which belongs to the Qing bar. A bunch of people come here to drink and brew wine. It is decorated in an ancient style. The DJs on the stage all hold a pipa, Chinese wind and electric music, and the waiters have to wear Hanfu uniforms. The behavior is still a little different convenient.

He waited for two days for such an opportunity, and Xing Fei also found him and said that this newly opened tavern is not bad, it is much better than going to those slow rocking bars to serve those drunk guests.

After ten o'clock, the business is at its peak, Ning Xi has been feeling the quake in his pocket, for no reason, he feels a panic in his heart. Drunk guests are throwing up.

"Walking?"

Ning Xi answered the phone, heard no one said anything, and said, "Is that you?"

"It's me, brother." Panting, he had been standing on the street for half an hour.

Hearing the sound of whistles and wind over there, Ning Xi blocked the other ear and listened calmly, "Are you still outside so late?"

Xingcheng's phone was too noisy, and it was estimated that there was a problem with the phone card, and the signal was not good. He only heard the following words clearly, and quickly agreed a few times. Ning Xi's side was too noisy, and he still couldn't hear clearly. Ask: "Where are you?"

"I'm near home," Xing Cheng said, "the signal is not good."

He held up his mobile phone and walked all the way, looking at the signal grid for three and four, "Brother, wait for me!"

After running for two streets, the signal was finally full. He heard something was wrong there, and asked where Ning Xi was, but Ning Xi had been in the toilet for too long, and guests kept coming in, so he didn't In order to find a way, he said to Xing Cheng, "Hang up first," and put the phone back into his pocket.

He hasn't figured out how to explain to Xing Cheng that he has a part-time job in a tavern. Xing Cheng will definitely not let him do a part-time job.

But the fact that his younger brother went to play the black ball in the city for some things, he still can't forget it.

The manager outside was urging him, and Ning Xi quickly said: go home early.

He was busy until 11:30 at night, and there were still more than two hours before he could get off work. At this moment, most of the guests came to drink on the table, and the waiters gradually became idle. Ning Xi only went to check the news on his mobile phone. Cheng's missed calls, the most recent one is a text message, just one word, bro.

Ning Xi's throat seemed to be blocked by something, unable to speak, went to the fire exit to light a cigarette.

At the moment when the tobacco was ignited, Ning Xi took a puff and suddenly felt a sense of liberating pleasure. He began to feel that he had done something wrong.

No matter what he does in Beijing, it should not be based on the five words "Xingcheng will be worried". Besides, Xingcheng's mobile phone was confiscated, and he was still calling outside at such a late hour just now, most of it was borrowed from others. of.

He took out his mobile phone and called Xing Cheng back. The moment he connected, Ning Xi squatted down.

The ride is still outside.

The cigarette ash in his hand couldn't stop flicking to the corner of the corridor, sparks scraped against the white wall and fell, and piled up at his feet into ash. He kicked lightly with his toe, and it seemed that there was still warmth.

The signal over there seems to be good, walking on the street, wearing a vest, telling Ning Xi that Ying Yuchen came to deliver walnuts to him, that he only ate protein powder, beef and chicken breast at noon, and ran 2000 meters in circles, He still had to do squats and push-ups, Ning Xi asked him if he was tired, and Xing Cheng thought for a while before saying seriously, he was so tired.

Xing Cheng was getting a little cold, so he looked up at the street lights, and told Ning Xi about Ren Mei receiving a button from a female classmate, and he also told about the school uniform jacket that he violently unzipped.

Ning Xi shook the cigarette ash, his fingertips were burned, and asked him with a smile: "Then what are you wearing?"

"Wear it open, it's cool," Xing Cheng said, "What about the one I left at your house before? Or you can wear yours for me."

Ning Xi froze for a moment, then answered happily: "Your, I brought it to Beijing."

Not only did I take it with me to Beijing, but it was also pressed against the head of the bed. Every night I looked at it and fell asleep, so I almost didn't hold it.

Xing Cheng's heart was beating extremely fast, and when he came back to his senses, he couldn't hide his pride: "Did you press it under the pillow? Did you dream about me?"

"No." Ning Xi said stiffly, "Don't bother with your school uniform in the future, you are still so childish at a young age."

Xing Cheng said: "The cuts are all cut, I also made a small package for the zipper, tied it with a bow, and sent it to you."

He started to find his way as he walked, and felt that the street lights here were brighter than when he came over during the summer vacation, and he heard Ning Xi say on the other end of the phone: "No need."

"why?"

"Because," Ning Xi threw the finished cigarette butt on the ground and stepped on it, let out a long breath, and smiled: "If you are happy, I will be happy."

While listening to this sentence, Xing Cheng was looking at the street lights, and suddenly remembered the "secret love" memo written by Ning Xi on the phone at that time. There was a sentence that impressed him particularly deeply.

"We went home together, and we met many street lights on the road, all looking at us."