The boy next door came out

Yanhe, I am Hokuriku

The weather was cloudy on February 2019, 02

peaceful night

keep extending forward

one deep one shallow

i bypass it

Found you

The sleepy sun has slowly fallen asleep.

Ten Zixiang is getting deeper and deeper.

It was particularly obvious that Yan He was crowded among a group of aunts.

His tall and straight body was accidentally pushed into the corner of the noodle booth by the aunt behind him.

So he pouted his buttocks and stretched his long neck, letting his voice overwhelm the lively voices around him.

"Help me separate the noodles and soup." Yan He walked back thinking about this point, the noodles were going to be mushy.

But here there are so many people standing shoulder to shoulder, there are so many people, it is really helpless.

"Alas, don't want that pig's foot, that pig's foot is not picked clean, alas, don't want that, that is too fat." Yan He's eyes widened and he shouted loudly.

The proprietress raised her eyes and smiled at him, but there was no annoying expression on her face.

"Young man, you are buying this for your girlfriend, so hypocritical." Then he picked out another pig's foot.

Hahahahaha, a burst of laughter erupted from the crowd.

"Your pig's feet noodles are famous far and wide, why don't I pick a better one?"

Yan He didn't answer her directly, with a smile that seemed to never disappear from the corner of his mouth.

Isn't Hokuriku hypocritical? !Eat slowly...wait!People are talking about girlfriends.

Yan He reacted.

Surrounded by a group of aunts, he couldn't keep his old face from smiling, as if they had peeped at his thoughts just now.

He quickly slipped away with his packed things.

A nap left Hokuriku exhausted.

In the past, he could basically recover his energy by squatting for half an hour at noon in the afternoon.

Why did he fall asleep all the time when he returned to Jinling?

If the editor of the newspaper hadn't called him and asked him about the manuscript appointment, he would probably be able to sleep until the evening.

He sat dizzy on the sofa and kept rubbing his temple with his left thumb and middle finger.

I was so sick that I almost forgot that I had a manuscript to hand in.The manuscript is still in the notebook, and I didn't take it with me when I left that day.

Have to go back to school.

Beilu thought that Yanhe was called away in a hurry at noon, and he probably would be busy until night.

He seemed to recall that he hadn't even kept his contact information since we met.

I don't know if the number he used to go to school is still in use.

Although Hokuriku engraved that string of numbers in his heart, Hokuriku didn't dial them out in the end.

He left a note on Yanhe's desk where he played games.

He went out and hailed a taxi.

Yan He whistled and trotted all the way into the house.

But as soon as he entered the door, the whole living room didn't even have a trace of popularity.

The bedroom door was open.

Shino is silent.

The voice-activated corridor light at the entrance also automatically turned off after a moment of silence.

In the darkness, there was only a tall figure of Yanhe standing there.

It took a while to hear a "pop".

The porch lights were bright again.

Yan He slapped the things in his hand on the shoe cabinet heavily.

Turn around and slam the door out.

He didn't really know where he was going by himself.

He just felt that there seemed to be an invisible net in his chest, restraining him all the time.

criss cross.

Can't break free, can't break free.

He sat on the porch downstairs in the community, and the dim light from the night lamp hidden in the bushes entangled him all the time.

He remembered the year when Hokuriku left.

His whole body seemed to be cramped, and he suddenly lost his energy.

He tried to use various reasons to dissipate the sense of loss that he had never felt before.

But it seemed to grow from the bottom of my heart.

ingrained.

The twilight is cold and the stars are sparse.

Hokuriku went to school to pick up his things and then folded them back.

Yan He was dressed in the cold night, and his lonely figure fell straight into Bei Lu's eyes.

Hokuriku's breath stagnates.

A pang of sadness welled up in his chest.

He clutched his chest and couldn't help coughing softly, but it disturbed the pensive Yanhe.

Not far away, Yan He's dark pupils seemed to be stained with ink.

Immediately, he straightened his tall body, and the loneliness on his body was swept away.

He strode up to Hokuriku.

"Don't you know where you are going? If you walk around before your body recovers, aren't you afraid that the wound will not grow well? It's not that you have a good memory, why can't you even remember this precaution? It won't be long when you recover. Do you have to blame me for my lack of medical skills for the sequelae?"

Yan He was so angry that he said everything with anger.

In fact, he just wanted to say one thing.

Just come back!

But he saw that Hokuriku was coughing and sick, and he was running around.

Just run, don't say a word.

Don't hit one place when you are angry.

"I just went back to get something." Hokuriku regained his composure, and showed him the notebook tucked under his arm.

"This insignificant thing is more important than your own body."

Seeing that it was too cold outside, Yanhe took Hokuriku's notebook.

He walked and talked on his own.

Beilu silently followed behind him, listening to his increasingly nonsensical questions.

Can't help chuckling out loud.

"Yanhe! You still haven't changed."

When Yan He heard the laughter, he probably lost most of his anger, knowing that it was a joke.

"Yeah! I think I've become more handsome."

Beilu knew that he had calmed down, so he didn't respond to him.

Just follow his figure all the way.

Until I got home.

When I entered the door, I saw the bowl of noodles on the shoe cabinet.

His heart ached.

Guessing that Yan He's impatient didn't even go into the living room, how could he see the note he left.

He changed his shoes and walked into the living room with the bowl of noodles.

Unzip the bag and spread it out on the coffee table.

He squatted on the carpet, looking at the bowl of pasta.

Emotions surged up again.

He has always felt that there is a winter in his heart, where there is no one.

But I don't know when, a person was riding a bicycle and left ruts on it.

Yanhe went to the room to change his coat, and when he came out, he saw Beilu preparing to eat the bowl of cold noodles.

He hurried up and grabbed his hand.

"I'm hungry, and I can't eat cold food. I'll go and warm it up for you."

Hokuriku's cold hand was held in his palm, and a warm current enveloped him instantly.

He said flatly, "It's not cold."

"It's really wrong." Yan He ignored him, and stuffed the newly recharged hand warmer into his hand.

Just go into the kitchen to warm up the noodles.

The hand warmer was dropped by Yan Nian once.

Yan He stood by the kitchen and groaned inwardly while warming up the noodles.

Why is he clearly the uncle?Now it has become a long-term worker.

This kitchen was just a decoration before, and I couldn't get in half a year.

How many times has this been done.

Will you get it later?

after? !

Yanhe was frightened by his own thoughts. Beilu is not in good health to live here. To put it bluntly, he was deceived by himself. He has to go to work when school starts.

I guess he still has to go.

Thinking that Hokuriku might leave again, the sense of loss in his heart rolled out again.

It's like the noodle soup in the pot, constantly tumbling, trying to overflow.

But there was another inexplicable feeling in his heart.

After Hokuriku came back, it completely filled his heart.

He didn't know why?

Bei Lu sat on the living room carpet and ate Yan He's hot noodles.

Yan He also sat down beside him.

He talked to him one after another, and Hokuriku just answered "um".

Really unable to answer, Hokuriku opened his mouth leisurely.

"Eat speechless."

"Okay! According to your idea, how did China's wine table culture come about? How many businesses are negotiated through drinking and eating?"

"Yanhe! I eat noodles, what do you eat?" Bei Lu suddenly remembered that no one seemed to bring food today.

In fact, he just wanted to divert his topic.

As far as Yanhe's virtue is concerned, he can spout a whole piece of nonsense on that topic.

It is even more exciting than the current commentary written by Hokuriku.

Yan He seemed to have found a new direction, and immediately sat on the sofa.

"Don't mention that bastard, just Xu Lai's bastard, he said he was busy in the store today, and he forgot about it as soon as he was busy, let me figure it out? What should I do? I'll deal with him first..."

Hokuriku smiled and pushed the remaining noodles in front of him.

"Eat the rest of me if you don't dislike it. I can't finish it either."

"It's as if I can't afford to support you." As soon as Yan He heard this, he jumped off the sofa again.

keep! ?Yan He almost bit off his tongue.

Hearing what he said, Bei Lu paused with his slender hands, and brought the noodles back without showing any trace.

Yan He peeked at Bei Lu and saw that he looked normal.

My heart relaxes.

Hurry up to get out your phone and order a takeaway for yourself.

After dinner.

Hokuriku sat on the sofa and sent out the revised manuscript as scheduled.

Now this kind of regular newspaper, the manuscript almost has to be revised many times, even if you read only a thousand words, you can't even make a mistake in punctuation.

Yan He helped him turn on the heater in the bathroom, and put all the clothes in.

Seeing him close the notebook, he said with a smile.

"Come on, I'll wait for the master to take a bath."

Bei Lu was so frightened that he almost dropped his notebook on the ground, cleared his throat quickly, and said in a serious voice, "I can do it myself."

Yan He had a lot of meaning, and looked at his serious face with malicious intentions.

"You just wipe it casually, it can also be called a bath."

Hokuriku really couldn't hold it anymore.

He dawdled and didn't know what to think.

Yan He knew that he was always serious like an old antique.

In the past, when it was too hot in summer, Yan He often dangled in front of his eyes wearing only big pants, and he would order him to dress properly.

And he never showed his upper body.

Even the lower body.

Unlike that lunatic Xu Lai, who wished he could wear nothing at all, and stomped on the ground without losing face.

Thinking of Xu Lai made him angry.

"Hurry up, your wound won't get wet. I contacted the procurement center today and got an imported waterproof plaster." Yan He stood at the door of the bathroom and yelled.

Why are you so coy? !

As if forced by him?

Hearing that Bei Lu knew that he was deliberately teasing him, his face slowly returned to normal, and he moved in slowly after changing his home clothes.

Unexpectedly, Yan He stood inside, wrapped in a big bathrobe, waiting for him.

With a smirk on his face.

Seeing him coming in, she walked over and grabbed his shirt.

Bei Lu was so frightened by him that he took several steps back and stuck against the cold wall.

The cool-toned skin looks even whiter against the dark tiles behind it.

The thin earlobes were now affected by the flushed cheeks.

It's so cold and gorgeous.

The long and narrow eyes were full of panic, and they were no longer as arrogant as they used to be.

But like a magnetic field, it attracts Yanhe to try.

Shunhe's tough facial features were magnified in front of Beilu's eyes, under the stiff browbones, a pair of bright eyes were full of a smirk.The heroic sword eyebrows added a bit of toughness to his whole person.

In the mist in the bathroom, the strong and sharp silhouette constantly attracts Hokuriku like gravity.

The Adam's apple in his neck kept sliding up and down with his words.

Hokuriku stretched out the pair of slender hands trying to push Yanhe.

Finally touched it.

The hard feeling immediately woke up the two of them.

"Woc!" Yan He let go of Hokuriku's clothes, stuffed the patch into his arms, and immediately opened the door and went out.

He stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows of the living room and opened the windows to let the cold wind blow away his dry body.

And Beilu stood in front of the mirror in the bathroom, looking at himself in a bit of a mess.

Can't help but feel distressed.

The Yuba lights above his head hurt his heart.The heat that Yan He lingered in his heart refused to dissipate for a long time.

late at night.

The two have their own concerns.

Speechless.