three years old

"Don't hang up! Just tell me where you are? Not at school, right? Hey, why is it so quiet over there? Don't tell me I'll send someone to the bars in Haidian District to arrest you one by one..."

When Ying Yuchen forced him to say these words, Ning Xi was writing a thesis in the dormitory, and the other three roommates were typing on the keyboard so lightly that his ears were almost hurt by Ying Yuchen's yelling, and it was inconvenient to speak loudly, so he took He picked up a cigarette with his mobile phone and went to stand on the balcony.

In late autumn in Beijing, the dew was heavy at night, and the wind made his figure fluttering, making him look thinner.

Ning Xi was very cool, she tilted her head to light the cigarette, her fingertips seemed to be scalded by sparks, she frowned slightly, made a "hiss", and softly comforted the other end of the phone: "I didn't go, really , I’m still writing my thesis in my dormitory.”

"It's better," Ying and Chen really got angry, "There's no one who goes to work part-time as soon as the freshman starts, you're really not afraid of dropping your studies, I'm fucking in the bar over there! You don't know about Xing Cheng, do you?" , he knew he had to fly over here..."

Ning Xi's head hurts: "Don't tell him."

"Your brother, your brother, your brother, you know your brother!"

Over there, Ying and Chencai came out from the gate of the university, and went shoulder-to-shoulder with a group of friends to go dancing. They were thinking about where to have fun, and when they heard Ning Xi's state, he felt that he was not comfortable in Beijing. As a so-called "Host", Ying and Chen felt depressed and even more uncomfortable.

Ning Xi also knew that Ying Yuchen was doing it for his own good, so he adjusted his tone and said comfortingly, "I'm just a little tired, don't worry."

After hanging up the phone, he lit another cigarette, and there was a smell of oranges in his nostrils. The tar in the national cigarettes was too heavy, so he gradually changed his usual cigarettes to foreign cigarettes, which tasted mild and sweet.

Afraid that Xing Cheng would not be used to hearing it, but now he is playing tricks... wanting to choke his brother's face full of smoke.

The wind made him feel cold all over, so he entered the house and put on a jacket and came out, lying on the balcony, and went to see the starry campus at night, a place that countless people yearn for.

Ning Xi did not go back during the National Day. She found a few junior high school tutoring classes in Beijing, worked overtime, and made a pile of lesson plans. The wound on her arm was scabbed. Every time she moved, the material of the clothes would rub against each other. He is in some pain.

He looked at the busy roommates in the house, took out his mobile phone, opened the airline app'p almost habitually, and the page directly jumped to the flight information from Capital Airport to Shuangliu Airport, the price was still the same, and the duration was still the same .

Ning Xi smoked very lightly, and the fire that had finally ignited was extinguished. He just held it in his mouth, watching wisps of thin smoke coming out of the end.

The plane flies so fast, but it takes more than two hours from Chengdu to Beijing.

Let's go, how far we are.

In order to speed up the time, Ning Xi began to keep himself busy. Even if he read more books or watched a few more NBA games, it was better than being idle.

The city is so big, with one, two, three, four, and five rings, and the circles are so tight that he can't find a sense of belonging anywhere.

There are many things that Ning Xi is working on, such as adding an extra bottle of pomegranate soda to dinner every day, going to the school basketball team to win some time, and insisting on sending "good night" to Xing Cheng every day before going to bed.

He gradually began to learn to sleep with his school uniform worn on his body instead of holding him in his arms when he went to bed at night.

After staying in Beijing for a long time, Ning Xi yearns for the touch of being hugged more than ever.

Occasionally, he would think of the time when he graduated from "Shouting the Building", when Xingcheng stood on the teaching building and led a group of brothers to shout his name, the sweat mixed with the boy's youthful and vigorous voice, spread far and wide Far.

He wished him a title on the gold list, and wished him a bright future... That flamboyant appearance was the brightest star in Ning Xi's eyes that day.

That day, Xingcheng hugged his school uniform jacket, pulled it up to him, slowly pulled up the zipper from behind, leaned down to kiss his ear, and said, brother, you are wearing my school uniform, and you will be my puppy crush on campus from now on.

Criticized by the school, beaten by the parents' sticks to dismantle the mandarin ducks, and surprised and discussed by the classmates, the puppy love who will never break up.

Forever and ever, the object of puppy love.

High school is great, and so is youth.

In a blink of an eye, Beijing has entered November.

The first day in mid-November was the weekend. Ning Xi woke up early and ran to the basketball court to find a ball.

He has already led a small team on campus with his superb football skills. He said that when there is no class, everyone will get together, five-on-five, single-handedly, bullfighting, whatever. It's time to relax in winter!

The wound on Ning Xi's hand has scabbed over a small area, and some new flesh has grown in some places. When the sleeves are rolled up, there are red marks on the supposedly fair arms, which are particularly eye-catching.

There are two or three boys in the team. Looking at Ning Xi who is so handsome and has good grades, he can't help but like to talk to him, and there are also some who don't like him. Ning Xi never says much, according to his junior high school The style of galloping on the court, playing with a ball makes teammates turn their backs, and they are all willing to bow down.

His current game is three-on-three. Because he is not particularly tall, he plays the most handy shooting guard. In the three-person team game, he also controls the point guard's serve.

In the blink of an eye, Ning Xi copied a ball in his hand and was about to break through into the three-second zone when the cell phone in his trousers pocket rang, and he quickly apologized to his teammates and asked for a timeout, so he took out his cell phone to watch , It really is walking.

He has already developed the habit of never leaving his mobile phone, and he can't leave it when he is playing, otherwise he will feel insecure and panic.

The teammate next to him was squatting and tying his shoelaces. He looked up and smiled and asked him, "Hey, Ning Xi, are you still answering the phone while playing?"

"It's urgent." Ning Xi smiled, shaking the phone, "at home."

As soon as he picked it up, he walked over there as if he got up in the morning and left the community and was rushing to school, and his voice was a little panting: "Brother! What's the date today?"

"It's not like you don't have a mobile phone." Ning Xi frowned, thinking that his younger brother was talking nonsense after finally making a call, and then his tone softened, "NO.11."

Walking like running: "Brother, how will you spend your birthday tomorrow?"

"Don't spend money, save it." Ning Xi scanned the surrounding teammates, waiting for him to finish the call.

Cheng Cheng suddenly became arrogant, "I bought you a gift, you must accept it."

Ning Xi asked him: "Valuables?"

"For you, yes."

Ning Xi thought for a while, but still had a vague expectation in her heart, bit her lip and compromised: "Okay."

He twirled the basketball in his hand, and added: "You send an insured one, it would be a pity if you lost it."

Cheng Cheng was holding his old old phone on the other end of the phone, smiled and rolled his eyes: "I can't lose it."

As soon as the phone call ended, Ning Xi was stunned for a while, and his teammates started to run the zone defense, calling him: "Quick, look over here after the fight!"

Ning Xi nodded and rushed in with the ball.

After a round of golf, at night, the temperature in Beijing in early winter dropped to about zero degrees, ushering in the first snow.

The first snowfall in the north, the amount of snow is not large, coupled with the severe smog in Beijing, not only the light snow all over the sky cannot become a snowy scene, but the ground is wet all over the place, human footprints have stepped on it, and the dirty snow water has also been melted.

But here are red walls, bricks and tiles, towering ancient trees, and occasional fine snow drifts down. Even clusters of white patches are accumulated on the edge of the double eaves and hilltops on the ancient buildings.

Ning Xi's roommates are all relatively home, and the four of them gathered together to cook mutton powder. Ning Xi ate spicy food, while the other three did not eat spicy food. They all saw him pouring chili peppers into the bowl with a chili jar alone. I admire him, awesome!

"Hey, you guys in Sichuan are so addicted to spicy food?"

Ning Xi's fair cheeks turned red from the heat, "It's not bad, it depends on personal taste."

A boy from Jiangnan stretched out his hand to pull the curtains of the dormitory, and exclaimed in surprise, "It's snowing! Damn it! First snow!"

Ning Xi stood up, looked sideways, and heard the boy from Jiangnan say: "I have to tell my girlfriend, go see the snow!"

Another boy wearing glasses sat down holding a bowl and rolled his eyes, "What a fuss, you southerners, you have never seen snow before."

"I've seen it before," Ning Xi said lightly, "It snowed in Chengdu last year."

Last year's snow was very gentle, and it fell on him and Cheng Cheng's shoulders. The two ran stumblingly, desperately, with red faces and panting voices, just to find a hotel and strip each other naked.

The boy wearing glasses ate the mutton noodles, wiped his mouth with a tissue: "It's still snowing in Chengdu... No, I have to go out and have a look, the girls in our school are probably out, I have to get one !"

Both of them were wearing down jackets, and they were anxiously tying scarves around their necks, while the other slowly cleaned up the bowls on the table, raised his eyelids and asked Ning Xi, "Aren't you going to take a look?"

Ning Xi likes snowing, but since Xingcheng is not here, he has no interest in going out, so he shook his head and said, "No."

"That's fine, I'll go and have a look too,"

The roommate also went to pick up his coat and put the key in his pocket, "If you want to go, take the key with you. If you want to go downstairs, just call me. I'll go around the school..."

The three of them left the dormitory in an instant, Ning Xi looked at Xue, felt cold for no reason, put on some clothes, leaned against the table to read a book in English, copied a sentence, called it on the phone, and sent it to Xing Cheng.

I want to see if my brother has improved his English recently.

He also "threatened" that Xingcheng was not allowed to turn over the book and not allowed to Baidu, otherwise he would have to be cleaned up when he returned to Chengdu.

After sending this text message, Xing Cheng did not reply for half an hour. Ning Xi checked the time, it was eight o'clock, probably on the way home from the classroom.

He read dozens of pages at a stretch, and when the boys next door returned to the dormitory one after another, Ning Xi remembered to check the time, it was already ten o'clock.

Three roommates posted messages on the group, one accompanied his girlfriend out of school, one picked up a girl and took him to the bar, and one was by the lakeside of the campus, asking Ning Xi to bring Bao Lanzhou to him if he wanted to go there together.

Downstairs in the dormitory was quiet, and the happy crowds who came down to see the snow had dispersed. The street lights on the campus looked so lonely. Occasionally someone was passing by on a bicycle and almost tripped over the snow.

Ning Xi recalled the night when they rode their bicycles from Binjiang East Road to the school gate to take an oath.

At the end of the ride, Cheng Cheng got off the bike, clenched his hands almost arbitrarily, and walked step by step without saying a word.

Probably, there just happened to be an evening wind with nowhere to hide at night, blowing from the direction of travel.

At that time, he felt really lucky.

After a while, Ning Xi's phone vibrated, and he answered it almost instantly.

"Brother, the courier has arrived, go down and get it."

Ning Xi stood up, rubbed her cool face, and said "OK" in a low voice.

Two minutes later, Ning Xi ran downstairs wearing short sleeves. It was so cold that he could breathe out a puff of mist.

he sees.

He saw that Xing Cheng was standing downstairs in the dormitory.

It's like waiting for him to leave school.

He also heard that Xingcheng held up the phone and said with a smile: "If you come later, the courier will freeze to death."

The snowfall in the capital this year was not heavy, but it seemed to blur Ning Xi's eyes and blur the distance of thousands of kilometers.

And Xing Cheng, wearing a black down jacket, finally stood in this place that he had fantasized about countless times, waiting until his eyelashes were covered with icicles.

"You," Ning Xi said with difficulty, "walk."

I haven't seen each other for such a long time, maybe it's because of the scorching sun during the previous training. Ning Xi feels that the walking is darker, the muscles on the arms are more obvious, the head looks longer, and the whole body has shed a lot of childishness, so hot and dazzling .

Gradually growing into an indomitable man.

But now, Xing Cheng rushed over and stood still, lowered his head to hug him, and called him "brother", and he felt that Xing Cheng just went to the non-staple food store at the entrance of the community to buy two bottles of red pomegranate soda.

It seems that they have never been separated at all.

"I'm here,"

Cheng Cheng buttoned the hood of his down jacket, and secretly bit Ning Xi's ear downstairs in the dormitory as he did when he was parting at the airport, "I'm coming."

Seeing that Ning Xi was silent, Xing Cheng rubbed the back of his head, like comforting a child, and said in a hoarse voice: "It wasn't the English text message you sent me, saying you missed me."

I've grown up, I've grown up.