three years old

After walking back to school, the temperature in the city began to drop, and the weather forecast kept reminding me to cool down and add clothes, and remember to bring cold medicine.

"Remember to bring cold medicine."

A text message was sent to Ning Xi. Xingcheng happened to be filling out the courier form. Except for writing essays, he had never written in such clear handwriting. He buried his head and filled out the form. No. 5" filled my heart very much.

The package was quite heavy, stuffed with a black cotton jacket and two sets of autumn clothes, which Xing Cheng's mother asked him to bring to Ning Xi.

Xing Cheng's family didn't realize that this kid had slipped away for a day at all, it was just that he trained too late and went to live at Ren Mei's house on weekends, and the money for buying air tickets and opening hotels was all in the bottom of Xing Cheng's box, and he had put it in a book before. In the book, it was packed neatly.

As soon as he got off the plane from the airport and came back, it was very late, Xingcheng's father came to open the door in his pajamas, took a look at Xingcheng, and didn't say anything else.

In the morning, he was holding a big plastic bag and was about to go out. Seeing that there were clothes in it, Xingcheng's mother knew what he was going to do when she saw it, so she went back to her room and took out two sets of autumn clothes, and asked Xingcheng, "Xingcheng, Ask Ning Xi if you are used to the food there, send some kimchi over there, I heard that the food in Beijing is very sweet!"

Xing Cheng was stunned for a moment, without saying a word, he folded the autumn clothes evenly, stuffed them into his pocket, and looked down at his mother.

He didn't know what to say now, moved his dry lips, and said slowly: "Thank you, Mom."

Standing by the table at the courier point, holding a pen, Xingcheng filled in his address, "No. 93 Wenmiaoqian Street, Chengdu City".

Went to Beijing for a trip and spent Ning Xi's 21st birthday with him. He felt as if he and Ning Xi had never been separated.

It's just that he fell asleep while Ning Xi was giving him extra lessons. He had a long dream and was woken up again. It seemed that Ning Xi would appear in front of him in the next second, wrap up the test paper and knock on his hand. Head, saying that he doesn't study hard and wants to fall in love!Dare to sleep!

Xing Cheng closed his eyes.

Falling in love is with you, studying is for you, sleeping, naturally I want to be with you.

When the weather was colder, I rode my bike home and took a detour around the Erchuan big ginkgo tree. Seeing that the leaves hadn't fallen, I felt relieved and rode my bike back again.

These leaves, with him, were waiting for his brother to come home.

He practiced during the day and studied the questions at night. This kind of day was repeated, and he was used to it. He didn't think it was too tiring to study the questions. He simply put a commemorative photo album of the 08 Beijing Olympics on the table. When I saw it, I looked up, and my whole body was instantly full of energy.

He is a man now, and he will do what he says. Let alone four horses, even eight leopards will not be able to catch up with him.

The memo on the mobile phone has not been updated for a few days. Ning Xi finished copying a few paragraphs of English on the paper, and was about to reach out to look through it. It was obviously training time, but there was still a phone call.

Xing Cheng yelled anxiously over there: "Brother! Tell me you miss me!"

Ning Xi couldn't hold back anymore: "What are you doing?"

"Just one sentence, I'm exhausted from training, my legs are almost broken, I'm hungry, just feed me..."

Ning Xi didn't dawdle with him, but said in a serious tone: "I miss you."

Xing Cheng's phone was caught between his ears and shoulders, and he took off and tied the sports bandage around his waist to prolong the rest time, "If you really miss me, let me hug you more when you come back."

"I just got it." Ning Xi said.

The wristband that Cheng Cheng was holding was the one that Ning Xi bought for him: "What?"

Ning Xi looked at the corner of the curtain that was lifted by the wind, and said, "It's windy."

This year's Christmas came with great momentum, the snow in Beijing stopped, Ning Xi began to try to hang out with her roommates, find indoor courts to play basketball, and she was no longer alone in the library. Go eat some wine glutinous rice balls, sweet-scented osmanthus cake, and they are very sweet.

Not wanting to read at night, Ning Xi went back to the dormitory, watched an nba regular game, opened a can of wine and kept it at hand, after watching a game, he also drank up the wine.

He remembered that when he was in junior high school, his favorite team and Xing Cheng's favorite team happened to be playing against each other, and it was the peak contest between the playoffs.

They were a group of boys standing in the courtyard of the community, poking their heads to watch the cc'tv5 live broadcast on the uncle's TV in the guard room. It was obvious that Xing Cheng's favorite team had won. Ning Xi glanced at him unconsciously, okay Cheng held back and didn't dare to cheer.

As soon as the game was over, Xingcheng added fuel to the discussion among a group of boys: "I think the team that Brother Xi likes is awesome, maybe because our team played so well today!"

I rely on!How did Brother Ning Xi leave?

Such things are too numerous to enumerate. Children who grew up in the community know that they grew up fighting each other in a courtyard. What kind of things have they never done? There is a mossy courtyard wall behind their community On the bed, there are many fake flowers that the children brought from home.

Ning Xi remembered that the spring in Chengdu was very short that year, and many flowers withered before they bloomed. There were many flowers planted on the balconies of various households upstairs. When the wind blew, the petals curled up with warmth. Whereabouts, he lay down in front of the window, counting piece by piece...

At that time, Xing Cheng was still young, about seven or eight years old, at the age of being a bit sensible but still in a daze, after observing the good-looking brother downstairs for a long time, he thought he probably liked flowers.

Xiao Xingcheng quickly ran over from Ning Xi's window: "Girls only like flowers!"

Ning Xi pulled the curtains angrily!

Just after that day, in the primary school handicraft class, the teacher asked to tie flowers with paper, some children were lazy and took the fake flowers at home to count. They were all put away, brought back to the community, and inserted into the cracks in the bricks in the backyard. Against the ivy and moss, they looked surprisingly good-looking.

He hung a note to his brother from upstairs, saying to go to the backyard to look at that wall.

Ning Xi didn't go, it seemed that his mother was going out that day, he was locked at home to do his homework, watched the people coming and going in the community, did not open the window, but returned a note to Xingcheng in a rare way: What the hell are you doing.

Later, he was thinking about it the next day, but he was in a hurry to go to school. Touch it in and pick it up.

When I looked up, I saw creepers all over the wall, with a dozen or so fake flowers that had been washed by the rain inserted inside, some faded and crooked.

The last bit of spring breeze was left that day, and in Ning Xi's eyes, the "flower wall" was blown to a brightness comparable to that of the past.

As for the one who is more capable of nonsense, when Xingcheng was ten years old, he even caught cicadas, put them in a bottle, and offered them to him like a treasure.

Ning Xi hugged the glass bottle, her heart jumped for joy, but she still said indifferently: "It's so noisy."

Xingcheng is noisy enough because he is himself, and he doesn't think the cicadas are too noisy, "Then, brother, don't you want it?"

"Living animals are inconvenient to keep." Ning Xi couldn't say the word "don't", so he could only say, "Let it go."

Xing Cheng listened to the words this time, and disappeared into the corridor in an instant while holding the glass bottle.

That evening, Ning Xi ran upstairs for the first time to knock on the door of Xing Cheng's house.

Walking in a cloud of mist: "I let it go."

Ning Xi was speechless: "Can't you put it far away?!"

Sometimes, Ning Xi would think that it would be great if there was a tool that could record the childhood of him and Xingcheng in the form of a movie. Then he would not read books for three years, but just sit in the screening room every day and go to see the building. A few petals fell from Grandma Shangqin's potted plant, what happened to the "hating" brother downstairs where he couldn't see, what happened to the cicada, why did Xingcheng love chocolate ice cream so much when he was a child, and ordered it? I can't get fat...

Ning Xi has a dictionary, which he has used since he was a child, and is now in college. When he opened it, there was still a piece of paper inside, which had already turned yellow. He couldn't remember the year it was signed by Xing Cheng. .

Two characters, big "Xingcheng", the word "Cheng" was written five times, four of them were wrong, all of them were drawn with red pen, and the last time was filled by Ning Xi on the side, neatly, and on the back, I wrote "Ning Xi".

The days of studying and studying in Beijing are busy and fulfilling. Ning Xi is often so busy that she misses traveling, but when she is free, the concern remains undiminished, on the contrary, she becomes more and more full.

Perhaps it was because a longing took up all his space.

He never thought about when he fell in love with Xingcheng, or how he and Xingcheng got together, everything was so natural and logical, and when he realized it, they had already walked a short distance up.

Ning Xi casually mentioned the senior surnamed Xing, and told Xingcheng that in fact, there are many people like them in this world, not only homosexuals, but also teachers-students, heterosexuals, bisexuals, or people from different places. Love, no matter how you say it, is just a form. The only constant is that two people really love each other.

Almost a year has passed, and Ning Xi has started to face herself, face herself squarely, try to be optimistic, and tell Xing Cheng that in fact, everyone is the same.

Xing Cheng also knows that they occasionally play together, and they don't meet much in private, but possessiveness is possessiveness, and occasionally they will force a few words, and Ning Xi doesn't bother to argue with him.

"Brother, I should be your senior. Then I will be the freshman in high school. I will be the first to catch you. I will apply for supplementary study with the grade director and help the elementary school student to get a provincial champion!"

The phone on the other end of the journey was very noisy, and the power was buzzing.

Ning Xi struggled to hear it: "You have a beautiful idea, and you want to be my senior."

"Next time, next time..."

Xing Cheng choked up for a while, and he didn't feel uncomfortable, but his throat felt tight, and he couldn't say the words "next life".

Ning Xi was stunned for a few seconds, and asked him, "What are you going to do?"

Taking a deep breath, Xingcheng held the phone, with a bandage on his mouth, and answered seriously, "I'll be your senior next time."

Ning Xi said "hmm", closed the book, lay down on the desk playing with the cigarette between her fingers, and said, "Senior sister."

This time it was Xing Cheng's turn to be puzzled: "Why is it Senior Sister?"

Originally Ning Xi wanted to choose silence, but when he heard the heavy and familiar breathing of the other end, he still opened his mouth.

"You can get married."

Cheng Cheng suddenly held his breath, and the palms holding the phone were sweating.

"It's okay this time."

Xing Cheng said, "Ning Xi, as long as you want, as long as you nod, you know, in 18 years, there is nothing I can't accomplish."

After the basketball was thrown in the training ground, the sound of hitting the hoop was very loud, almost covering what Xing Cheng said.

But Xing Cheng still felt that Ning Xi should hear him very clearly. For just a moment, he was sure that only Ning Xi in the world could give him such a feeling.

He is talented, but he has already determined that it is inevitable for him and Ning Xi to fall in love, as inevitable as birth, old age, sickness and death.