The boy next door came out

Yanhe, I am Hokuriku

On May 2010, 05, the weather in Xiaoman was cloudy

humble spring breeze

stepping on winter's tail

From then on, the green is green, the spring is red, and the summer is real

Jinling seems to be raining continuously.

All night long, the sound of rain beating on the window kept bumping against the heavy curtains.

Occasionally, those who slipped in accidentally were all picked up by the restless Hokuriku.

He tossed around until the middle of the night and couldn't sleep at all.

Yan He and Xu Lai played games alone until nearly twelve o'clock.

In the light leaking gap under the door, Yan He stood silently for a while before leaving.

Xu Lai just wanted to make a sound, but Yan He covered his mouth and pushed him to the other side of the sofa.

It was approaching dawn at this time, and the snoring sounds of Yan He and Xu Lai in the living room outside kept coming and going.

Hokuriku quietly closed his eyes and listened to their voices.

Xu Lai's figure has become fatter and fatter in recent years, and his snoring voice has also become thicker and thicker.

Yan He is not very fat, but a little stronger, and the sound of snoring is also light.

Hokuriku remembered that he used to always fall asleep listening to the two of them snoring.

At that time, the night was not so cool, and the small square of stars outside the window always shone on him.

After entering the second year of high school, Yanhe's mother also became anxious.

I want both siblings to move back to live, but I don't know that the two of them are unwilling.

Ms. Zhao had no choice but to move here too.

As a family of companions, every day is this soup and that soup. In short, I feed Yanhe whatever nourishes the brain.

Yanhe is miserable.

Even after the lights are turned off at night, Ms. Zhao will secretly come over in the middle of the night to see if the quilt is covered and whether she will catch a cold.

The chances for Yan He to sneak out are getting less and less.

Yanhe's mother knew that Beilu next door also worked hard to review her homework, so she always prepared an extra serving of soup.

Yan He actively asked himself to send it without bothering his own mother.

The reason is to go to Hokuriku to make up lessons by the way.

In this way, Yanhe used to like to climb over the wall, but now he comes in from the front with a bowl in his hand.

Hokuriku is not used to it yet.

It's like a grasshopper that always jumps around, but suddenly changes to walk, which always feels strange.

But Yanhe is indeed a lot more serious than before, and he doesn't know if he really built himself up psychologically, or if his ideals and beliefs took root and sprouted in his barren heart.

He paid attention to the key points that Hokuriku carefully sorted out from the vast sea of ​​books.

It's not like before, I would ask Hokuriku to simplify it more.

Even his sleepiness in class has been improved a lot, although most of the time when he is about to fall asleep, Hokuriku will poke him with a pen, or when he is about to fall on Hokuriku's arms, Hokuriku will not Pulling away his arm with traces, let him knock on the hard table.

Xu Lai was going to take the physical education exam, except for a few main subjects, he was basically invisible in other classes.

He presumably spends his time in the stadium.

In short, everyone is quietly changing.

For oneself or for others, although it is invisible, it does not follow the past.

Yan Nian wouldn't stay at home either, and often ran to Beilu's house.

Hokuriku always loves to read books, and occasionally draws. He prefers to draw with pencils or even ballpoint pens.

He didn't learn it on purpose, he just watched it a lot. When he was bored, he traced a few strokes. After a long time, he still looked decent, and he still had Hokuriku's own unique style.

Eclectic yet has a serious style.

Yan Nian often came to Bei Lu to ask Bei Lu to teach her how to draw or to help her correct it. She always felt that the painting teachers hired by Ms. Zhao were too rigid.

And she also quietly told Bei Lu that she could not show some paintings to the teacher.

Although Bei Lu had a little doubt in his heart, he didn't ask carefully.It's normal for a girl at Yan Nian's age to have her own thoughts and concerns.

Until that day, Yan Nian secretly took out a page from his drawing book while Yan He was not paying attention.

Spread out in front of Hokuriku.

Hokuriku suddenly felt like retreating and dying.But his face was still cold.

In the painting that Yan Nian brought, the expressions of the two teenagers were simply outlined with thick lines and a few strokes.

One is flying and gentle, and the other is forbearing and gloomy. It's just that the painters may not have a good foundation, and the paintings are relatively stiff and lacking in spirit.

Yan Nian blinked his big eyes and looked at Beilu's indifferent expression, and said weakly, "Brother Beilu, don't let my parents know, or they will kill me."

"En." Bei Lu was extremely shocked, but his voice still responded to her flatly.

It's just that after Beilu helped her re-draw another painting with a pencil, he said to Yan Nian solemnly, "Hobbies are biased after all, you should focus on your studies."

Yan Nian happily took the painting and left, not knowing whether she had listened or not.

Regardless of whether she listened or not, Hokuriku saw it.

Many things in this world are like the inconspicuous spring breeze, once it comes on the tail of winter, it will be out of control.

Since then, Chunhua has been green and Xiashi has been red.

At six o'clock in the morning, Hokuriku's biological clock wakes up on time, and the aftermath of not sleeping well all night is a splitting headache.

He fumbled to put on his clothes, the rain outside had not stopped, and the room was dark and gloomy.

He walked into the living room with his eyes slightly open, and saw Yan He and Xu Lai lying on the sofa and carpet.

Beilu shook his head helplessly and walked into the bathroom to wash up. He thought to himself that the two of them seemed to have not grown up, and they always liked to sleep together.

The game is constantly being upgraded and improved, and they continue to be very interested.

When Hokuriku tidied up and took the scarf and was ready to go, Yan He didn't open his eyes, his face was tired, he was dragging two different shoes, and one of the pajama trousers was rolled up on the knee, and the leg hair was exposed. clamoring cold.

But he closed his eyes and fumbled for the car keys on the shoe cabinet.

Hokuriku stood at the door and put away the umbrella that hung there yesterday.

"I'll take you there." Yan He was finally woken up by the cold wind at the door, and his voice was too lazy to wake up.

"I'll take a taxi." Beilu looked at his slovenly appearance, but felt warm in his heart.

"It's hard to get a taxi at the door at this point, and the road is even more congested in rainy days. I'll take you to have breakfast first." Yan He followed Bei Lu into the elevator.

There were two female residents upstairs in the elevator, their eyes lit up when they saw Bei Lu come in, but when they saw Yan He following in, the corners of their mouths turned down unconsciously.

Yan He couldn't control others, he half-closed his eyes and saw Bei Lu's thin back, so he leaned his head on it.

Bei Lu's back was pressed against Yan He's forehead, but it seemed like a fire was roasting him. He was afraid of disturbing his moment of rest, so he even slowed down his breathing.

"Beilu! Why are you breathing so lightly." Yan He leaned on his back, feeling his heavy breathing overwhelm him.

Beilu's back stiffened for a moment, but fortunately the elevator arrived, and Beilu pushed Yanhe back slightly.

"Here we are." After speaking, he stepped forward and walked out.

Beilu blocked the elevator door with his slender hands, waiting for Yanhe to come out.

The other two residents kept sneaking glances at Hokuriku as they passed by.

After a night of drizzle in the downstairs hall, the wind all got in through Yan He's ankles, and Yan He's whole body trembled suddenly, and he was completely awake.

He wrapped Xu Lai's large coat tightly around his body, and took a look at himself wearing pajama pants and two different shoes.

"Woc! Why didn't you remind me when you were upstairs."

Bei Lu held up the umbrella, without looking at him, and said calmly, "I don't care."

"Young master, I am also a person who relies on my appearance, how can I look like this."

As he spoke, he put the hood of his jacket on his head, pulled the zipper to the top, and retracted his entire chin before he got under the Hokuriku umbrella.

He took Hokuriku's umbrella and turned the umbrella to Hokuriku's side, and the two walked into the rain.

Yanhe took Beilu to the restaurant downstairs for breakfast.

He covered half of his face with his clothes, and asked Bei Lu to find a place to sit before going to the ordering port.

The little girl who ordered the food took a second look at his strange appearance.

"One egg pancake, no green onions, no coriander, two eggs, more vegetables, less meat. Two bowls of small wontons, one rice ball. By the way, a bowl of small wontons, no shrimp skins, no coriander..."

Before Yanhe finished speaking, the little girl smiled and said, "I don't want green onions, remember."

"You're pretty smart!" Yan He paid the payment, took the number plate, and still didn't forget to tease him.

Turn around and walk towards Hokuriku.

"It's a good thing that there aren't many people eating at this spot, otherwise I would stop eating if people I know see me like this."

But Beilu ignored him and read the must-see news every day.

When the breakfast was served, Yan He put all the ones without green onions or coriander in front of him.

His eyes trembled while reading the news.

What did the international news say just now? !

Hokuriku completely forgot.

Hokuriku didn't like to eat these before, but when he went to Kyoto later, he also wanted to taste what Yanhe tasted like.

Over time, his hobbies became his own habits.

I never thought about Yanhe, but I always remembered the taste that had long been buried in my memory by Hokuriku himself.

Bei Lu silently looked at the small wonton that Yan He had already eaten, and reached out to bring it over.

Just as Yan He wanted to eat another bite, Bei Lu took it away.

"Hey! I didn't brush my teeth this morning."

"I don't care." Hokuriku lowered his head and ate slowly.

"Why are you following Xu Lai's example and always robbing me of food." Yan He took the original bowl from Hokuriku and continued to eat.

"Mmm!" Hokuriku chewed slowly, and after eating the mouthful, he slowly opened his mouth and uttered a single syllable.

After the two had finished their breakfast, the rain gradually subsided.

When Yanhe drove Hokuriku to school, the rain had almost stopped.

Yan He rolled down the car window and shouted at the figure of Beilu entering the school gate, "Put up the umbrella, the trees on both sides are covered with rain, and when a gust of wind blows, it will be covered with water."

Beilu walked towards the school with him on his back, didn't turn his head to answer him, but opened the umbrella with one hand, covering most of his shoulders.

Yan He slowly rolled up the car window, Hokuriku's slender figure was covered with a layer of dark luster.

The car slowly drove away from the school gate, splashing water not far away.

Yanhe's voice came to Beilu's ears from the fresh rain, and the ending was warm and flying.

It has been whirling and stirring, and it has not dispersed for a long time.

Under the umbrella, Bei Lu turned his head slightly where Yan He couldn't see, he was afraid that the voice would slip away from his ears.