The boy next door came out

Yanhe, I am Hokuriku

On January 2009, 01, the weather was cloudy on New Year's Eve

i'm in the frozen ground

Root rot

gorgeous fireworks

but gently

hold my low heart

Yan He only enjoyed the two days of rest he had with the director, but he only enjoyed one day, and he still slept until the sun was up.

When he woke up with a beard, he found that Hokuriku was already sitting quietly in the living room.

Watching the boring news.

The host on TV, who has not changed for several years, broadcasts the most stereotyped content with a voice that will never change.

Yanhe couldn't help but sigh, Hokuriku is still the same Hokuriku.

I don't want to rest with Duke Zhou.

He was curious about how Hokuriku's perverted biological clock was cultivated.

Turn off his alarm tomorrow!Let's see if he can still wake up and listen to the most irritating tone so calmly.

Yan He slandered.

Seeing that he was awake, Hokuriku didn't turn his head, but just glanced at him from the corner of his eye.

He was wearing a navy blue pajamas in a mess, the tie was knotted casually, and the collar was half unbuttoned.

Sleepy half-opened eyes to pour a glass of water.

"Breakfast is already cold." Hearing the sound of him drinking water, Bei Lu really couldn't imagine that he usually lived.

The housekeeping aunt had tidied up the room, but after his evening baptism, it was already full of mess.

Hokuriku got up early in the morning and wanted to go to the kitchen to get something to eat, but when he opened the refrigerator, he found that there was not even a choy sum, but a refrigerator full of various drinks.

He sighed, and tidied up the room a little bit, at least there would be room for him in the living room.

Fortunately, Xu Lai sent someone to deliver the meal after eight o'clock in the morning.Otherwise, Hokuriku would have to prepare to buy it himself.

"Oh, then have you eaten? You can just eat." Yan He put down the water glass and looked for his socks everywhere.

"I threw the socks into the washing machine." Hokuriku watched him bow his head and knelt on the ground looking for socks. A large piece of light wheat-colored skin was exposed at the neckline. As he turned over, it seemed to extend downwards, and he could be vaguely seen. bust line.

Beilu stared at his thick chest, and the sound of his strong heartbeat on his back last night seemed to be "thumping" in his ears again.

That sound has been pounding on the shore of Hokuriku's heart like a tumbling ocean wave.

One wave is higher than the other.

Bigger and bigger every time.

In the end, it broke his heart defense.

It was the closest place to Yanhe, but it was the farthest distance in the world.

Hokuriku is committed to the origin.

He turned his eyes away, and waved away the breath of desire that he had just ascended.

He straightened his body again, and watched intently the mouth opening and closing of the male host on TV.

Didn't listen to what was said.

It seems that all Yanhe's cut-length hair is shaking on the TV.

Yanhe's idea of ​​turning off Beilu's alarm did not materialize in the end.

Because he hadn't had time to eat a hot lunch yet.

I haven't fully enjoyed Xu Lai's love.

His cell phone, which cannot be turned off 24 hours a day, was beeping desperately.

After hanging up the phone, Yan He exuded the aura of not being close to strangers all over his body.

The pretty face was almost distorted.

He took two mouthfuls of rice indiscriminately, then put on his clothes and went out.

That desperate call is also called overtime.

It was said that a patient suspected of avian flu had been admitted to the ward, and the hospital called for an emergency meeting and transferred staff into groups.

Originally, the department was short of manpower, so I could only call everyone who was resting at home.

This 24-hour work, you have to be on call anytime, anywhere, when will the days without rest be the end!

Yan He wanted to scream up to the sky as he walked downstairs.

The wind is blowing, the water is cold, and when the strong man is gone, when will he return.

Standing in front of the window, Beilu watched him walk quickly to the side of the street, sweep a shared bicycle, and disappeared like a gallop.

In my memory, the boy in the school uniform without zipping, sweating profusely, riding a bicycle, his clothes flying in the wind, passed by Hokuriku.

A gust of wind picked up, slightly lifting Hokuriku's fine hair on his forehead.

There is also his name, Hokuriku, in his ears, making a flamboyant and cheerful ending sound.

Keep scratching his ear.

tickled him.

After Yan He left, only Bei Lu remained in the empty room.

alone.

The TV was still playing loudly.

Bei Lu took the blanket that Yan He draped over his body last night, put it on his lap, and nestled lazily on the light gray sofa in Yan He's house.

He closed his eyes slightly.

Yan He's real voice seemed to still echo in the air.

Constantly scurrying around.

The warm afternoon sun accidentally came in through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the living room.

It crept across his beautiful browbones and gently smoothed the wrinkles on his forehead.

Inadvertently, it covered his calm face.

Yanhe went to the hospital to participate in the discussion of the patient's condition meeting.

It was arranged to go directly to the isolation ward from tomorrow.

The meeting discussed for two hours, nothing more than various plans and matters that medical workers should pay attention to.

Wait until all the work is arranged properly.

The meeting broke up.

Go back to have a good rest at night, and come tomorrow to take over the temporary group of people who joined today.

This is what the director told him after the meeting.

Yan He thought to himself, this clinical front-line work is really fucked up.

Every day I gave my life to the hospital.

The key month's salary is not enough for him to play gaming headsets.

But he cursed angrily, but actually did it angrily.

It's not bad.

At least in the eyes of their director, they belong to the young and promising category.

He was like this, on the surface he looked like he was eating and waiting to die all day long, but when the real thing came, he was "snacking and eating".

On the one hand, he muddled along, and on the other hand, he didn't wait for time.

Yan He wandered out from the main building of the hospital, not happy to go for a ride.

This point is the first peak of the evening peak.

Even if you step on a skateboard, you don't necessarily have to go out through the crowded door of the hospital.

He walked around to the north gate of the hospital and decided to walk back through the Shizi Alley behind.

This section of Shizi Alley is full of all kinds of snacks.

Yanhe remembered that there was a good noodle restaurant here, and the proprietress had been doing it for many years, and she was even on the list of top ten citizens in Jinling.

During that time, there was an endless stream of people who came to eat this bowl of noodles.

When Yan He finally walked to the door of the store by the side of the road, he realized that there was already a long, long queue.

He tiptoed from the tail to the head of the team.

well!They could only line up silently.

He took out his mobile phone and wanted to send a message to Beilu, but after thinking about it, he probably wouldn't reply if he saw it.

He even saved his mobile phone number and WeChat while he was not paying attention.

When the avatar clicked in, it was pitch black.

It fits his dark aesthetic perfectly.

His clothes are always in three colors, black is the majority, followed by gray, and finally navy blue.

When I was in high school, these three colors were always worn inside the school uniform.

He seems to never get tired of wearing clothes.

The Spring Festival in the first semester of high school.

Lunar New Year's eve.

Yanhe was afraid that Beilu would be too lonely alone.

Near noon, I went over the wall to find Hokuriku.

Hokuriku was sitting by the window alone, the festive atmosphere outside was only separated from him by a window.

But it's like a whole world away.

Bei Lu watched Yan He's vigorous figure fall into the yard.

His movements are getting more and more skillful now.

Hokuriku subconsciously took off his earphones, turned around and waited for him to go upstairs.

But when the footsteps approached, he suddenly put on his earphones, sat up straight, and stared at the book.

Pretending to be reading a book.

Little did they know that the earphones were put on backwards in a haste.

He didn't find out.

"Beilu!" Yanhe strode in.

When he walked over, there was still a chill on his body.

"It's Chinese New Year, why are you still reading?"

Hokuriku slowly took off the earphones and turned to look at him.

"Is something wrong?"

"Yes, yes! It's a big deal, change into thick clothes and follow me."

As he spoke, he pulled his arm and closed all his books indiscriminately.

Beilu didn't know what he was going to do, so he took a piece of clothing from the closet and put it on.

Yan He picked up the pen that he accidentally dropped on the ground, and when he looked up, he saw that Bei Lu was all in black.

"I said my dear Hokuriku, today's New Year's Eve, can you be more festive?"

He walked around the bed and opened the closet, which was all black and gray.Reluctantly closing the door, he took Hokuriku's arm and went downstairs.

Hokuriku has been walking slowly and leisurely, not in a hurry.Being dragged by Yan He, he ran all the way into the yard of Grandma Yan He's house.

His cheeks were actually a little hot.He put away Yan He's hand without showing a trace.

Greet people in the yard politely.

Yan He's mother hurriedly walked over with a smile, "Oh, look at how handsome this young man is, and I heard that his grades are very good."

"Mom, why are you so wordy? Hurry up and go into the kitchen to help grandma." Yan He knew that his mother's next sentence would be "You little bastard, can you learn from others." Then there were all kinds of questions about learning methods and the like. .

He hurriedly dismissed his nagging mother.

Yan He's father was mature and stable. When Bei Lu greeted him, he just nodded slightly, and then went into the house to play chess with his grandfather.

On the contrary, Yan Nian ran out cheerfully, wearing a hat with two rabbit ears on his head, running up and down all the way, very cute.

"Brother Beilu, you are here. If you don't come, my brother will beat me to death." He pouted and made faces at his brother.

"Yan Nian, you little girl, do you think you're okay?"

As Yan He said, he ran into the room and took out a stack of glowing red paper, and stuffed it into Yan Nian's arms.

"I'm in charge of climbing up and down to post, and Hokuriku is in charge of putting the couplets in order. Don't get them upside down. You'll be a small worker."

After all, he moved the stool up and waited for the two of them to pass it over.

It was the first time that Hokuriku posted so many Spring Festival couplets. In the past, he would just paste them casually on the gate. Anyway, he and his mother didn't like Spring Festival before.

Because it's not very popular.

Orphans and widows celebrate the Spring Festival, but it only adds to the sadness.

Yan He and Yan Nian were arguing non-stop anyway, he said something and she said it again.

Repeatedly, often repeatedly.

That scene turned out to be a hundred times better than the book.

It wasn't until noon that they reluctantly pasted all the pieces in Beilu's house.

Beilu searched and picked but couldn't find one suitable for his family. On the contrary, Yanhe plastered all the doors in and out of his house with blessings.

He also smiled and said, "All my luck is for you."

However, a sentence popped up in Beilu's heart.

The blessing of words and harvests can lead to eternal years!

At the dinner table, Beilu was wearing Yanhe's new clothes awkwardly. The red color made his skin white and white, and his whole body seemed to be glowing.

Yan Hefei forced him to wear this dress, saying that black should not be worn during the Chinese New Year, as it would cause bad luck.

The Chinese New Year is off to a good start.

That was the first time Hokuriku had a complete Spring Festival.

someone.

lovely.

blessed.

There is also Grandma Yanhe's New Year's bag.

Years grow with each passing year, sadness and separation are gradually forgotten!