Bailangbian

One.

Mo Xiaolong's family has elementary school graduation photos and junior high school graduation photos, but no high school graduation photos.

He was expelled before graduating from high school, and only kept a photo with the instructor during the military training in the first year of high school.

The instructor is also a young man, and he is about to separate. The students who have been emotionally abused by him gather around and want to take pictures with him.Mo Xiaolong was tall, so he ran to stand next to the instructor, and was quickly driven to the last row by the instructor.

He is standing next to a boy wearing glasses.

The boy yawned and looked bored.

"I'm so reluctant." Mo Xiaolong said.

The boy turned to look at him: "Reluctance for what?"

"Instructor."

"Why?" the boy asked him, "doesn't he always target you, make you run laps and sunbathe? Are you a masochist?"

Mo Xiaolong was tongue-tied: "Huh?"

The photographer pressed the shutter at this moment.Mo Xiaolong didn't look at the camera, his eyes fell on the faces of the people around him.

After getting the photo, Mo Xiaolong realized that the boy beside him was smiling at that time, with the corners of his mouth raised a little, which added a little gentle expression to his indifferent face.

two.

Mo Xiaolong and Liang Zhemu are actually classmates in junior high school, but they are in different classes.

As the captain of the school football team, Mo Xiaolong felt that he was barely a celebrity in school.

"For Brother Long's sake, I'll let you go first this time." The five-year-old boy said harsh words, but when he turned to face Mo Xiaolong, it was another face, "Brother Long knows him." ?”

Mo Xiaolong, who was in the third grade of junior high school, had just jumped to 1.7 meters, stood on tiptoe, and cast his eyes on the boy who was blocked in the corner of the playground.

He didn't talk to Liang Zhemu, but he knew that there was such a person in the class downstairs.He often heard this name at the end of term recognition meeting.Most of the students who can get into the top [-] of the class are girls. Liang Zhemu is tall and thin. Twenty students stand in a row, and he is always the most eye-catching one.

Mo Xiaolong knew that Liang Zhemu would be bullied sometimes, but he had only heard it mentioned.

Why bully him?

Because he lives here alone, and the family seems to have a little money.Because it's not pleasing to see him.Because he refused to give in, he often made the other party even more annoyed, kicking and kicking.

There are always many reasons, and Mo Xiaolong's impression of Liang Zhemu became "a person who has good academic performance but doesn't know how to read people's eyes".

"I know him." He saw Liang Zhemu leaning against the wall, and thought to himself that this is all over, and he still refuses to pay, why bother, "Don't ask him to make trouble in the future."

The boys surrounding Liang Zhemu nodded and left.

Mo Xiaolong knew that his words carried a little weight, and Liang Zhemu would definitely not be beaten up in the future.

With some generosity in his heart, he took out a towel from his schoolbag and threw it to Liang Zhemu: "Wipe your nosebleed."

The towel was placed on Liang Zhemu's head. He was stunned for a moment and pulled it off. After smelling it, he turned around and vomited.

Mo Xiaolong: "..."

He couldn't help but turn around and sniff his schoolbag.

The towel was used to wipe his sweat after training, and it did smell a bit sweaty...but it wouldn't make people spit it out.

He put down his schoolbag: "Did they hit you in the stomach?"

Liang Zhemu spat a few mouthfuls of saliva on the ground and wiped the nosebleed off his face.

"Talk to the teacher." Mo Xiaolong persuaded him, "Usually you don't slap them in the face, but you've offended them again today?"

"I didn't!" Liang Zhemu suddenly yelled, "Damn rascal! Get out!"

Mo Xiaolong thought to himself, he still has energy.

"I won't bully you in the future." He was in a very good mood today. For some reason, after being scolded face to face, his mood was stable and his tone was calm, "I will protect you from now on."

Liang Zhemu grabbed his schoolbag and the opened wallet from the ground: "Rivers of the same feather."

"What?" Mo Xiaolong didn't understand, "What? Are you scolding me?"

Liang Zhemu pinched his nose and walked around him.It was getting dark, and there were still students in twos and threes on the playground, and the lights were turned on in the classrooms of the third grade.It was the deep winter of December at this time, and there was still half a year before the senior high school entrance examination.

"Are you so educated?" Mo Xiaolong followed Liang Zhemu closely, "You know how to use idioms to curse people?"

For a moment, Liang Zhemu couldn't tell whether what this person said was ironic or not.

Mo Xiaolong followed him and found that half of his back was wet, and his school uniform was covered with water stains.He took out another crumpled woolen scarf from his schoolbag and threw it on Liang Zhemu's shoulder: "Lend it to you. I'm Mo Xiao from Class [-]..."

Liang Zhemu tore off the scarf and threw it on the ground, stomped on it a few times, turned and ran away.

three.

Mo Xiaolong has many friends, but he thinks no one is smarter than Liang Zhemu.

He felt that he helped Liang Zhemu this time, and the two of them could at least become ordinary friends, but when he greeted Liang Zhemu upstairs and downstairs, after school, Liang Zhemu ignored him once.

"Flying line!"

Liang Zhemu yelled at him angrily for several rare responses.

Mo Xiaolong also had a few youngsters in his school, who all defended him against injustice.

"He is very special to me." Mo Xiaolong told them.

Ma Zai: "Brother Long, is the third year of junior high school stressful? Why have you changed..."

On the day of the PE test, Mo Xiaolong discovered that Liang Zhemu's PE score was as perfect as his own.He always thought that he was a frail student, but after putting on the summer school uniform, he found that Liang Zhemu's arms were very beautiful, the kind that contained strength.

"Why didn't you beat them up?" Mo Xiaolong asked Liang Zhemu, "You can fight back. Be a man, be brave!"

It was the evening of the physical examination day.There are much fewer junior high school students training on the playground.Mo Xiaolong brought a football to play. After playing for a while, he found a person standing on the flag raising platform, leaning on the flagpole and looking at the sky.

A group of pigeons turned around in the air, their wings fluttering.

He dribbled the ball to the flag raising platform, looked up at Liang Zhemu, and asked this question.

The wound on Liang Zhemu's face has already healed. He wears glasses with thin lenses, and his eyes are full of calm and indifference.

He also has acne.Mo Xiaolong looked at Liang Zhemu and touched his face.

"I'm going to take an exam." Liang Zhemu said clearly, "If I make a move, things will go wrong. After the big trouble, my file will be unclean."

Mo Xiaolong: "..."

From Liang Zhemu's words, he could hear the deep self-confidence: he had the ability to make the person who provoked him miserable.

"...Are you good at fighting?" Mo Xiaolong asked again.

Liang Zhemu had already jumped down.He was half a head taller than Mo Xiaolong, his eyelids were slightly lowered, and there was a little tenderness in his eyes when looking at people.

"Thank you," he said.

Mo Xiaolong's Adam's apple twitched, and he quickly picked up the football and hugged it in his arms.

"I'm not bad, am I?" He smiled and said to Liang Zhemu, "I'm really not a bad person."

But Liang Zhemu didn't say another word to him, got on his bicycle and slipped away.

four.

For Mo Xiaolong, the high school entrance examination was as difficult as a game in which the opponent scored 10 goals in a row at the beginning.

But there was a multiple-choice question on the Chinese paper, and he was sure he could choose the right one.

In that idiom multiple-choice question, only "raccoon dog of a feather" is the correct choice.

At that time, he went home and looked it up in the dictionary carefully, and knew the meaning of raccoon of the same species.

After the exam, the students were all on the school road waiting for the school gate to open.Mo Xiaolong saw Liang Zhemu who was a head above the crowd from a distance, pushed the car to his side, and hit Liang Zhemu's rear wheel with the front wheel of the car.

"River of the same feather," he said with a grin, "I must have chosen the right one."

Liang Zhemu frowned and turned his head, and quickly remembered.

Then, Mo Xiaolong saw Liang Zhemu smile for the first time.

Fives.

Back then, the No. [-] Middle School did not have the tradition of dividing top classes and ordinary classes, because the number of students enrolled was relatively small, and everyone's level was very high.

On the day of registration, Mo Xiaolong went early and successfully occupied a seat in the last row of the classroom.

The head teacher had just written "Sun Wuyang" on the blackboard to introduce himself, when another student walked in from the door.

Tall, thin and fair, wearing glasses, with disheveled hair, as if he just woke up from sleep.

He raised his hand to apologize to the head teacher.Sun Wuyang asked him to find a place to sit down.

But almost all the seats were full, leaving only an empty seat next to the ferocious Mo Xiaolong.

When Liang Zhemu walked to Mo Xiaolong's side through the narrow aisle between desks, he gave Mo Xiaolong a condescending look.

Mo Xiaolong was sure that when he laughed, Liang Zhemu did too.

six.

"No one bullies you now, right?" Mo Xiaolong asked Liang Zhemu, "My name, Brother Long, is also famous here."

The girl in the front row laughed unceremoniously.Mo Xiaolong kicked her stool, and was immediately counterattacked by the opponent with a very thick English-Chinese dictionary.

Liang Zhe watched silently as the two fought back and forth.

On the way home from school, he suddenly asked, "Do you like Zhong Ying?"

Mo Xiaolong: "No."

"Then you often tease her?"

"No?" Mo Xiaolong looked very surprised, "I fought with her, not to tease her."

At that time, Mo Xiaolong was busy with training and making friends with all kinds of relationships in the school, and he hadn't planned to separate his mind to hold hands with the little girl and fall in love.

He soon discovered that it was actually difficult for him to integrate into the world of No. [-] Middle School.

The loyalty here is useless, and no one recognizes him as "Brother Long".

Most of the students who can enter the third middle school have excellent grades, but in that year, most of the people with excellent grades were not from ordinary families.There are various intricate backgrounds and relationships behind the teenagers.

He, Mo Xiaolong, has nothing, even if he met this big guy and that big guy outside the school, but that is something that others look down on.

There are two characters in the class that Mo Xiaolong can't get close to.He didn't like talking to them either, he didn't like the way these boys looked at people.

"Like looking at garbage." He described it to Liang Zhemu.

Liang Zhemu: "Oh."

Mo Xiaolong remembered that the two boys sometimes came to chat with Liang Zhemu, or asked him to borrow homework to copy.

Mo Xiaolong watched Liang Zhemu do the questions, and for a moment didn't know how to speak.

seven.

Mo Xiaolong was one of the contributors to the football team of the No. [-] Middle School winning the final of the provincial competition for the first time.

He can go to the provincial capital to participate in the competition, and he wants to share it with Liang Zhemu happily. @无限好文, all in Jinjiang Literature City

The last typhoon that year had just passed, and it knocked down a camphor tree in the school and damaged the carport by the way.

When Mo Xiaolong and Liang Zhemu went to pick up their car after school, they found that the camphor tree had been dug up, and a new tree had grown in the hole. It looked a little weak, and the leaves were shaped like a heart.

"This is a sheep's hoof beetle." Liang Zhemu said, "It is also called a redbud. It blooms in spring and bears pods in summer."

Mo Xiaolong admired him a little: "You know so much?"

"...It's everywhere on the street, you didn't notice it yourself." Liang Zhemu pushed his car out, and said casually, "Are you leaving tomorrow?"

"Are you going to watch my game?" Mo Xiaolong asked, "Both you and Zhong Ying can go."

"No, I have no money." Liang Zhemu flatly refused.

Mo Xiaolong only knows that he lives here alone, and his parents often run back and forth between the provincial capital and here due to work.

"Go and see your parents." He chased after Liang Zhemu, "Let's go, shall we?"

Liang Zhemu seemed to smile again, and quickly restrained his expression: "No, trouble."

Mo Xiaolong was about to say something, when someone suddenly stood up on the side of the school road and waved at them: "Liang Zhemu."

It was the two people who often used Liang Zhemu to work.Mo Xiaolong narrowed his eyes and saw that there were several other people he had met but didn't know.The five boys seemed to be prepared, and they were waiting for Liang Zhemu by the side of the road.

"Goodbye." Liang Zhemu stopped, patted Mo Xiaolong on the shoulder, and smiled at him again, "Come on for the game."

Eight.

On the day when he returned to school after the competition, Mo Xiaolong didn't go home after school at noon, so he pedaled his bicycle directly to find Liang Zhemu.

Liang Zhemu's home is a dormitory at the foot of Wutou Mountain.Mo Xiaolong didn't know which building Liang Zhemu lived in, so he told the doorman that he was Liang Zhemu's classmate, who came to deliver his homework, and successfully got the exact address.

His No. [-] Middle School uniform and school badge are too convincing.

When walking upstairs, Mo Xiaolong was extremely nervous.He didn't know whether what Zhong Ying told him was true or not, whether it was too serious or too light.

The man who opened the door had a splint on his arm, a bruise on one eye, and a broken corner of his mouth, making it difficult for him to speak a word.

Mo Xiaolong stood at the door for a while, turned around and left without saying a word.

Liang Zhemu grabbed his hand accurately: "What are you doing?"

Mo Xiaolong gritted his teeth: "Chop them up."

There was a strange and terrifying anger in his chest, which almost made him lose the ability to control himself.Such a serious injury, but everyone kept it secret, only Zhong Ying told him the truth quietly, and even she didn't know what kind of injury Liang Zhemu was in.

The two stalemate at the door for a while, and finally Liang Zhemu's mother came out and invited Mo Xiaolong into the house.

The parents were arguing quietly in the study, discussing how to deal with it properly, while Liang Zhemu and Mo Xiaolong sat in the living room without saying a word.

After a long time, Liang Zhemu spoke first.He pointed to a pack of biscuits on the table: "Do you want to eat? Soda biscuits, my dad's unit gave them, they're not bad."

Mo Xiaolong was about to die of anger from him: "Don't eat."

"Sesame flavor." Liang Zhemu emphasized, "It's not sold here."

He stretched out his free hand, took it, and stuffed it into Mo Xiaolong's hand.

Mo Xiaolong looked at his right hand which was heavily bandaged.

Even the fingers were hurt and covered with bandages.Traces of yellow liquid medicine appeared on the white cloth belt, and there was a hint of red.

Mo Xiaolong held the bag of biscuits in his hand, and by the way, held Liang Zhemu's hand as well.

After a while, he heard Liang Zhemu speak, his voice was very low and gentle, completely different from what he had imagined: "What's there for you to cry?"

Mo Xiaolong wiped away his tears, feeling that he was really ashamed.

"I said I would cover you." He whispered, "I will kill them, I will definitely kill them..."

He didn't dare to look at Liang Zhemu's injured hand, and he didn't dare to look at the wound on his face, and he didn't even dare to meet his eyes.God knows why he is crying, the injury is not on him, and these pains will never come to him.

But his heart ached with discomfort, as if he had been severely grabbed by those people.

And before it hurt, Mo Xiaolong never knew that he would feel uncomfortable because of such a thing.

He never thought that he would suffer like this because of Liang Zhemu.

"A peaceful settlement is enough. I don't want to make trouble." Liang Zhemu said, "They want me to cheat with them, and they will give me money starting from the midterm exam this semester. I don't want to, so that's it. It's not too big thing, right?"

Mo Xiaolong shook his head.

There were faint voices of arguing in the study, and Mo Xiaolong noticed that Liang Zhemu's hand moved, and his fingers hooked his thumb.

For some reason, he suddenly decided at that moment that he would not let this matter be settled like this.

Nine.

Mo Xiaolong was smoking in front of the house, and his mother had just left for work.

This is his third day back from the juvenile prison.

When he was expelled from the school, his father was still fishing in the ocean, so there was no news for him.The mother cried a lot at first, but soon she was relieved, thinking about Mo Xiaolong's future, and even a little happy: "Your uncle is now in the transportation business, and you can make money by going to the sports car with him."

She couldn't see the end of her son's long journey to school, but she could touch the money right in front of her eyes.

The only regret is not because Mo Xiaolong lost this opportunity to study, but because he lost face.

But something happened that made her even more embarrassed: the person who was beaten up by Mo Xiaolong didn't intend to let him go. Some leaders said that his behavior was bad in nature, and he must be severely punished and dealt with as a model.

Mo Xiaolong stayed in the juvenile prison for two years, and it was still autumn when he came out, the same season as when he entered.

My father was still fishing at sea, and when he returned from fishing, he went to gamble.My mother was working part-time, and kept nagging him when she saw him, saying that his life was ruined.

Mo Xiaolong learned to smoke and repair cars in the juvenile detention center.

He wants to buy a motorcycle, but he has no money.

When I stayed in the juvenile prison, my father never visited me, but my mother would go there occasionally, and when they met, they would gossip about who was laughed at and who was said.

Interestingly, it was his former gangster friends, those jerks, who would write him letters clumsily.

Some letters go too far and get sent back.After a few times, everyone learned to say some ordinary things in the letter. As for the words "the fish guy was caught smuggling and the goods were not found", "Zhang Facai has recently become rich and asked us to do it with him", Mo Xiaolong never said anything. No chance to watch it.

He actually likes to watch it.

There was also a library in the juvenile prison, where he read "Water Margin" and "Romance of the Three Kingdoms", as well as a bunch of novels by Jin Yong and Gu Long. @无限好文, all in Jinjiang Literature City

This is also learning.Mo Xiaolong thought to himself, keep studying.

He's not in the same league as the really naughty ones.He said in his heart that he is not a bird of a feather.

Among the letters received, occasionally there will be a thin letter with neat and beautiful handwriting on the envelope.

Mo Xiaolong liked the words "Mo Xiaolong" written by Liang Zhemu very much.He also practiced calligraphy in the juvenile prison, mainly practicing these three characters, and now he can sign a very beautiful personal signature.

The most recent letter I received was sent in July and August.Liang Zhemu said that he had started reviewing in the third year of senior high school, and his grades in the Tongji test were no problem.

Mo Xiaolong smoked half of a cigarette and suddenly felt dull.

He was strolling on the street, and children would run away when they saw him.Laughing and cursing while threatening the scattered kids, Mo Xiaolong saw a tall boy in the No. [-] Middle School uniform across the road looking at him out of the corner of his eye.

After meeting the man's eyes, the cigarette in Mo Xiaolong's hand dropped.

Liang Zhemu was so shocked that he pushed his bicycle across the road.

"Pay attention to the car!" Mo Xiaolong was so frightened that he almost jumped up.

"When did you come out?" Liang Zhemu's eyes were terrifying, he seemed to be resisting the urge to grab Mo Xiaolong, "Why didn't you tell me?!"

Mo Xiaolong was distracted by other things.

After one or two years, he was finally as tall as Liang Zhemu.

ten.

Mo Xiaolong felt that he was not smart, but he was definitely not a fool.

Liang Zhemu lived here alone most of the time.His parents are not around, and many times there is no way to give him any support.

Shy because of love, that's what it says in the book.

Because he can't get it, he will be more and more afraid of losing it: Liang Zhemu has been trying to find a way not to cause any trouble to his parents, so that what he gains in the precious meeting is not a greeting but a reprimand.

But Mo Xiaolong said he would cover him.

This sentence is not casual, Mo Xiaolong is very serious.

"Who asked you to be serious..." Liang Zhemu gritted his teeth, and said with difficulty, "You hurt yourself."

"Anyway, I'm not suitable for studying." Mo Xiaolong shrugged, "I think it's good to come out. I saw the world and made some good friends."

"A good friend in the juvenile prison?" Liang Zhemu hit the nail on the head.

Mo Xiaolong turned to look at him, grinning.

"Are you disgusted? Then am I your good friend?" He said, "I also came out of the juvenile prison."

Liang Zhemu didn't speak, but turned to look at the sea.

Both of them sat on the seawall, watching the sunset slowly sinking into the sea.

"...Did someone bully you inside?"

"Are they still bullying you?"

The two spoke at the same time, asking similar questions with minor differences.

After each of them was stunned for a moment, Liang Zhemu suddenly took off his glasses.He pressed his eyes and couldn't say a word for a while.

Mo Xiaolong suddenly became nervous.

He didn't know how to deal with it.

"I'm fine, really. I can do transportation with my uncle, and transportation is very profitable now." He racked his brains to comfort him, "Or I can open a shop to repair cars and do business. I have learned this skill, and I'm 18 years old, I can take a driver's license test, so I can be a taxi driver."

He babbled a lot, but he was convinced instead.

"...It seems that there are indeed many ways out." Mo Xiaolong rubbed his chin, "And some big brothers I met in there also took good care of me."

Liang Zhemu suddenly turned his head: "Brother?"

He didn't wear glasses, and subconsciously squinted his eyes slightly when looking at people.

Looking at him, Mo Xiaolong suddenly felt that his expression was very cute.

As soon as this thought popped up, Mo Xiaolong was startled and quickly suppressed it. @无限好文, all in Jinjiang Literature City

He didn't dare to let Liang Zhemu know what he had done secretly thinking about him at night.

"Everyone calls each other that." Mo Xiaolong turned his head to look at the sea, not daring to look at Liang Zhemu again, "They taught me many things."

"Including smoking?" Liang Zhemu asked.

Mo Xiaolong held a cigarette in his finger and twirled it flexibly.

"I also learn." Liang Zhemu said suddenly, "You teach me."

Mo Xiaolong thought he was very funny, so he directly handed him the cigarette in his hand: "Okay, try it."

Liang Zhemu didn't take it, he directly lowered his head to take it, the soft skin of his lips brushed against Mo Xiaolong's fingers.

In order to hide his embarrassment and nervousness, Mo Xiaolong bit one himself.

"Look at it." He tried his best to show his masculinity in front of Liang Zhemu, and snapped on the lighter with a plastic casing.

Flames sprang up, illuminating the faces of the two men.

Mo Xiaolong's cigarette was lit first, and he took a puff, the smoke came out from between his lips and nose.

Just as he was about to give Liang Zhemu a light, Liang Zhemu leaned over, and the dry end of the cigarette was close to Mo Xiaolong's brightly lit cigarette.

The flame of the lighter was still on.Mo Xiaolong never knew that the boy in front of him also had such long eyelashes and such soft lips.

"...I can't light it." Liang Zhemu gave up, took his own in his hand, and stretched out his hand towards Mo Xiaolong, "I want to try yours."

Mo Xiaolong was completely stunned.He realized that Liang Zhemu was now manipulating everything, including himself.

The flames went out.His cigarettes were also taken away.

Mo Xiaolong subconsciously stuck out his tongue and licked his lips.

The trembling breath approached, and the soft part also approached.Liang Zhemu's fingers grasped his arm, straining because of tension.

This kiss may be only for a moment, or it may last for several minutes.

Mo Xiaolong didn't know, he only knew that after Liang Zhemu left, he reached out his hand to keep him.

"I miss you..." he said softly.

Afterwards, he tasted the salty taste of tears at the corner of Liang Zhemu's lips.