The boy next door came out

Yanhe, I am Hokuriku

On August 2009, 08, the summer weather was cloudy

fate

Randomly pulled two wires

one color one gray

It wants to weave a dreamy bubble

beautiful and fragile

During the summer vacation of the first semester of high school, something seemed to change.

Just like the sun is carved on the earth, life breaks out of the ground, bursting out countless freshness.

Yan He is still heartless and restless all day, but this summer vacation he and Xu Lai seem to have found a new base, often staying at Beilu's house.

Hokuriku is like a life-saving talisman for the two of them, making them even more confident.

In the past, the two of them were always missing during summer vacations. They were either squatting in the corners of the alleys to peek under the skirts of other girls and were chased and beaten by them, or clashed with them playing football in the streets and alleys, or even went to the game hall all day long. play games.

This summer vacation is quiet and abnormal.It seems to have established a dividing line with them before.

Only Hokuriku knew that the two of them didn't stay in place all the time, and their happiness flowed on a mobile phone.

When everyone around was still using flip phones or low-end smartphones, Xu Lai asked for a high-end smartphone from his dad in Kyoto.

During that summer vacation, they squandered their youth by inverting day and night.

And Beilu still seemed to be indifferent, but sometimes when he listened to the laughter of the two of them, he would be stunned occasionally, and the pulse in his blood beat different fluctuations at that moment.

Or when the two of them were messing around and taking off their clothes, his eyes, which usually don't like to focus, would change deeply until they looked sad.

Hokuriku's life has also become a lot more colorful because of the two of them.

He no longer passed the boring time alone, and he would also be dragged by the two of them to play cards together, but they didn't like to play with him after two hands.

He felt that the two of them were like colored threads, slowly mixed with his gray threads, woven by fate.

It wants to weave a dreamy bubble.

Nice and fragile.

Happy times are always fleeting, and soon the end of August has arrived.

Xu Lai and Yan He entered another crazy moment.

It is just facing a pile of blank papers and copying day and night.

Occasionally, Yan He was still dead and shamelessly asked Bei Lu to help him copy.

Bei Lu would also follow Yan He's example and throw things at him, but his strikes were extremely light.

Add at most one more word "Get out!" Just this one is still learning from Yanhe.

He didn't learn anything like that.

The tone of scolding is soft and reserved.

There is no resentment for Yanhe.

Xu Lai always laughed at him, Bei Lu ignored him, just read his book, sometimes he got bored and hid next door.

The ivy on the outer wall is still stretching happily, and the sweet-scented osmanthus tree in the yard is about to bloom in autumn.

At that time, Yan He climbed over the wall and entered again, and he would smell the sweet-scented osmanthus fragrance on his body again.

Continuously flowing through the world of Hokuriku.

At the beginning of school, the head teacher wanted to transfer Bei Lu to another position, fearing that the two ancestors behind him would influence him every day.

Unexpectedly, Bei Lu himself said, "Grandpa Yan He asked me to watch him."

The head teacher had no choice but to give up, he had no choice but to transfer Xu Lai's shit-stirring stick away.

Let Beilu and Yanhe be at the same table.

Unexpectedly, within a day, Xu Lai ran to threaten and lure him, and replaced the classmate behind the two of them.

In this way, the three of them reluctantly sat together again.

Said He often appeared in front of Bei Lu with a new posture.

For example, sleeping in a book in class, with only the back of his head left, or for example, a distorted, drooling face facing Hokuriku.

Hokuriku sometimes wonders how he can always fall asleep so carefree.

But when he was suddenly asked by the teacher, he secretly told him the answer to save him from being harsh.

There was even a time when Yanhe inadvertently fell asleep on Hokuriku's arm for a class.

What was said in that class, Hokuriku, who was never distracted, also forgot.

I only remember the rubbing sensation of Yan He's warm head resting on his arm.

With his breathing up and down, there seems to be no end.

Although he turned his back and didn't show his face, he slowly and clearly appeared on the blackboard in the classroom as if emerging from a white mist.

Hokuriku stretched out the pen in his hand, and gently stroked his black hair with the pen.

a moment.

Until the smile bloomed from the bottom of Hokuriku's heart like a pink hyacinth flower, the fragrance promised to the years finally bloomed.

Ever since Xu Lai left that day, Yan He always felt alone with Bei Lu, and the atmosphere was not as relaxed as before.

Hokuriku was sitting quietly in the living room, reading and writing articles, the hands typing on the keyboard were fair and slender, with reddish white nails.The brisk sound falling on the keyboard, like a grasping hand, has been stabbing Yan He's entangled heart.

Yan He remembered that that hand was like that that night, covering his bristly stubble, making his scalp numb.

Suddenly Hokuriku turned his head to look for the stack of documents beside him.

Yan He glanced at him flusteredly and had nowhere to place his eyes, so he quickly looked away.

The remote he was holding was upside down.

Hokuriku picked up the freshly brewed coffee on the coffee table, pursed his lips slightly and shook his head slowly, exhaling lightly, trying to blow away some sugar foam floating on the surface.

Yan He saw him facing the french window sideways, against the light, and the sip of his lips that was printed on the wall of the cup seemed to land on his cheek again.

At that moment, Zihe wanted to taste the astringent taste of clear coffee that melted in Hokuriku's taste buds.

Isn't it too sweet to say.

Suddenly, Yan He realized some absurd thoughts in his heart, he threw away the remote control in his hand, and stood up.

He lifted his pajama pants, fled to the bathroom, and washed his hot face with cold water.

Beilu has always been aware of Yanhe's abnormality.

He listened to the sound of rushing water in the bathroom, and his boundless heart turned up and down.

But he didn't say anything, he just kept looking for things to do, and didn't let himself be idle.

I haven't written a logical thing on the computer page for a long time.

He was afraid that if he was not careful, he would put them in an even more embarrassing situation for each other at an inappropriate time.

He even rejoiced in the mischief he did that day with the strength of alcohol.

That superficial touch moved him, and made him feel more and more passionate desires.

But it cannot be detected by Yanhe.

He continued to nourish it silently in the abyss of his heart.

Small and silent.

Yan He calmed down for a while, and walked out of the bathroom.Without even daring to look at Hokuriku, he casually changed his clothes and walked out of the house.

The door slammed shut behind him, and Yan He felt his hot heart cool down a little.

But when he closed the door just now, there seemed to be a faint sigh that was brought out by the flowing air.

Yan He probably felt that he was dazed.

He sent a message to Hokuriku, which means that the hospital has something to do, I will go to it first, there is dinner in the refrigerator, you can heat it up yourself.

After he closed the door, Beilu also lay on the sofa, did not speak, only sighed.

Sighing is a common movement of his.

He always felt that there was something in his heart, and he needed to sigh heavily to expel it.

However, after repeating this action every time, the result was that silence fell on his lonely heart again.

A barren and barren empty space, at a glance.

There is only one seed buried in the soil that should have rotted long ago, breaking through the barrier and growing the most gorgeous flower.

In the eternally gloomy place, swaying with the waves of the heart.

Yan He went to the hot pot restaurant in downtown Xulai, only to find that there was a long queue at the entrance of the city.

When he walked in, a couple of young couples at the door were really an eyesore.

He knew that Xu Lai would not be in the lobby downstairs at this point, so he went straight to the office on the second floor to look for him.

Most of the people in the store knew that it was Yan He, and they all greeted him politely.

He didn't laugh and scold them as usual, he just responded casually.

He opened the door and went in. Xu Lai was watching the video with Erlang's legs crossed. He didn't know what to watch, and his belly was trembling from laughing.Yan He was angry when he saw his smile.

Go over and kick him.

"Hey, my good brother, what kind of wind blows you? Haven't we seen you for a few days? Miss me again? Hahahahaha."

"Get out, give me some food on the hour, I feel bad." Yan He didn't want to talk nonsense with him either, if Xu Lai started talking nonsense, it would be much more wasteful than Yan He.

"Come on, you wait, I'm going to order some wine, let's have a couple of sips."

Xu Lai called Meng Meng in the front lobby, and within 5 minutes she delivered something.

After setting everything up for the two of them in the office, he said with a smile, "I have wronged our little brother Yanhe today. Next time you come, you can tell me in advance. I will prepare early."

"It's all right." Yan He said looking at the steaming pot.

"You go first, I'll call you if you need something." Xu Lai waved his hand.

"I have something to tell Xu Lai, you are busy with your work, leave us alone." Yan He glared at Xu Lai, then turned his head and said to her with a smile.

When Meng Meng and Xu Lai opened this store together, they were kindred spirits.

Xu Lai has money, Meng Meng has ideas, and they hit it off.It's just that the store is getting bigger and bigger now, but Meng Meng still looks down-to-earth.

She is not too beautiful, but she is eye-catching in the crowd, although her skin is a little darker, but she has a good personality and is methodical in doing things.

To be honest, this store might not last long without her.

"Okay, you guys are eating and drinking, I'm going to get busy first." After Meng Meng left, Yan He kicked Xu Lai from under the table again.

"I said, I think she's pretty good, and you should think about it too." Yan He didn't know what kind of evil wind he played today to become Yue Lao.

"Come on, you are still a monk every day, so you have the nerve to talk about me." Xu Lai stood up and poured him a glass of wine.

"I have too many to pick." Yan He took the wine glass, and his stomach was burning after a sip of wine, and he frowned slightly.

I took a bite of vegetables to suppress the fire in my heart.

"Someday, give me the rest you picked." Yan He knew that he was talking about Sheng Feiran, so he didn't answer his words.

Besides, Sheng Feiran is not what it used to be, he is the school's signboard, and he can't even climb high.

Yeah, the one who could match her is back.How can there be anything about them ordinary people.

Yan He actually felt the vicissitudes of being a fallen person in Tianya.

Three rounds of wine.

Yan He suddenly stared at Xu Lai as if he remembered something.

"Kiss me and try."

"My God, what are your hobbies, you don't like me." Xu Lai immediately hugged his chest with the wine glass, making a pitiful expression, the remaining wine in the glass spilled on his sweater.

Yan He squinted at Xu Lai's appearance, he shook his head, he couldn't even imagine Xu Lai kissing him.

He wanted to knock himself out.

He shook his head violently, then continued to drink with Xu Lai while holding the wine glass.

It is said that getting drunk relieves thousands of worries, but every time I get drunk, the melancholy becomes more and more intense.

The past events in his heart are so thick that he can't let go, Bei Lu always sits quietly in his radiance at this time.

To wake him with his weary eyes of deep sorrow.