The boy next door came out

Yanhe, I am Hokuriku

On March 2019, 03, the weather was cloudy

Old road

old alley

old fence

and old people

old days come back

The rest of my life is long

The spring rain has stopped.

When I got up early in the morning and opened the window, the fresh air moistened by the rain came in from the window sill.

It drives away the turbid smell that has accumulated in the room for many days.

Bei Lu felt much more comfortable, and his chest was not as breathless as before.

Stuffy and dizzy.

The new leaves sway outside the window, and the first sun hangs on the top of the building not far away.

The world in the depths of Hokuriku's eyes is full of warmth.

He didn't have class today, and Yan He didn't come back for two days.

Yesterday was Friday, and he was going back to grandma's house for dinner as usual.

After dinner, Yanhe's call to him still had the disturbing voice of his stinky brother.

Hokuriku thought quietly.

He should go back and tidy up that desolate old house.

When he put on new clothes and stood at the entrance of the alley, he felt timid in his heart.

Although not sad.

The pedestrians coming and going around him did not urge him to stop.

In the cracks of the dilapidated bricks on the ground, some green shoots sprouted crookedly.

The dampness of the rain-soaked wall has not yet completely faded, and it is shining with a scattered luster in the early sun.

The green leaves on the top of the wall hang low and coil around the gray and white wall.

I don't know which dog was startled, and the barking echoed deep in the alley.

Everything is still the same.

The alley is not long, but the rest of life is very long.

Hokuriku stood in front of the rusty iron gate.

A gust of wind blew by, but it was empty.

The Spring Festival couplets for the Year of the Pig on both sides of the gate are still broken.

The top was eroded by the rain some time ago, and only the faintly visible word "Fu" remained.

The red background covered the old iron gate.

It even accentuated a little bit of happiness and beauty.

The sweet-scented osmanthus tree next door has been blooming on the edge of the riverbed of memory.

It disappeared silently and circled a few more rings in the heart of the tree.

Circle after circle, carrying its past.

And him and his.

Suddenly there was a softness at the feet.

Hokuriku lowered his head, his slightly curled eyelashes cast a smile on the edge of his eyelids.

Smelly brother slowly lowered his aging body at Hokuri's feet.

Its round body is also loose, not as strong as before.

Even the eyes looking at Hokuriku didn't have the same look as before.

It's old.

Beilu remembered that Brother Smelly's voice was the happiest in this alley.

You can hear his yelling before school is over.

Yan He is always at odds with it.

Because its sensitive hearing will always ruin Yanhe's good deeds.

When Beilu first moved here, he once saw at the door, a person and a dog squatting hostilely.

Yan He stared at it with his mouth pouting angrily, while Brother Smelly breathed at him with his mouth open.

But what is surprising is that the smelly brother is not like this to Hokuriku.

Every time it sees Hokuriku, it looks at him quietly.Its eyes are also clear enough to reflect his figure.

Hokuriku squatted down, stretched out his hand and gently stroked its head.

Hokuriku felt the warm touch under his hand.

Some things are never meant to last forever.

As awe-inspiring life.

Hokuriku unlocked the lock that had been eroded by time, pushed open the door and stepped in.

That foot weighed a thousand catties, and it was unreal when it fell on the ground in the yard.

The yard was not as dilapidated as imagined, except that the ground was a little damp and there were a lot of fallen leaves.

The branches of the sweet-scented osmanthus tree next door stretched inward again, and two of the small red lanterns hanging on the branches were blown down by the wind, lying quietly in the mud under the wall.

Their red bodies attracted the lone soil, and half of them were buried in the mud.

There are a few strings of fresh footprints beside it.

Beilu knew that with such big feet, there was no one else except him who could climb the wall.

The door lock in the courtyard looked like it was newly replaced. Although it was not locked, it was out of place with the surrounding door panels.

Bei Lu remembered what Yan Nian said, that Yan He got drunk and kicked the door of his house that day.

Later, when I sobered up, I fixed it myself.

Hokuriku couldn't help feeling sad.

How much effort did he use to kick that door cruelly.

He probably also resented Hokuriku in his heart.

It's just that he also learned to cover himself with laughter.

After all, they are all in the gears of the years, constantly running in, and in the end, without exception, they bruise themselves all over.

Then stumble and move on.

When Hokuriku stepped into the house that he hadn't returned to for many years.

His new clothes seemed to have an old look.

As always.

Everything in the room on the first floor was covered with a white cloth when he left.

He wanted to bury everything in the past in the most direct and cruel way.

But when the light behind Bei Lu followed his footsteps and came in.

After it stopped for a while, it filled Hokuriku's sight with wild willfulness.

All the old furniture stayed quietly in their original places, and they were lifted away without knowing when they were bound by them.

They were spotless, waiting for him who was about to return together as if tacitly acquiescing.

Even the wooden chair that Xu Lai once sat on had healed its scars and placed it in a corner.

Hokuriku's heart was like a heavy dark cloud, floating and floating.

Finally floated under a clear blue sky.

Next to the window on the second floor, the ivy grew wantonly and wanted to seal the entire window.

But now their tentacles are tied together and pushed aside.

They can only bypass that window and extend the four seasons further afield.

The thick dust outside the window sill was swept away.Curtains rolled aside were replaced with new distressed curtains.

The books in the glass cabinets on the desk were neatly arranged, leaving only the yellowed corners.

Even the Hokage sticker on it was blurred and almost disappeared.

The desktop was clean, except for the scribblings that Yan He had made on it when he was doing the problems.

The brush strokes he wrote at will are like the distant scenery carved in Hokuriku's heart.

Hokuriku stood by the table and reached out to touch the marks.

When his thin white fingertips were covered with traces of long time ago, they stood still for a long time.

He slowly wrote Yan He's name on the table with his index finger.

At [-]:[-], there is a mouthful, and one stroke and one wood is him.

The lamp that had been on late at night in the corner stood there intact.

The lampshade is clean inside and out, not like an old thing.Hokuriku switched on some electricity for it, and under the cover of daylight, the faint light continued to live without saying a word.

Its opening and closing is its life and death, regardless of how many mountains and seas it crosses.

Hokuriku stayed at Grandpa's house until the afternoon.

Until Grandma Yanhe next door opened the door, looking for my stinky brother.He went downstairs slowly.

He originally wanted to go and see grandma.

But when he stood in the yard, the rustling sound of the sweet-scented osmanthus trees caught his footsteps.

He suddenly didn't know how to greet her.

It was he himself who quietly abandoned all their concerns and cut off all the ties with his own hands.

How can I stand in front of her calmly like before?

Call her grandma.

Beilu stood in the yard, and the coughing of the grandmother next door could be heard intermittently along the fence.

He subconsciously stretched out his hand and made a pat motion.

But it was silent.

Maybe it's time for him to go.

When Beilu arrived at Yanhe's apartment, Yanhe had just left work.

In his hand, he still carried the food brought back from Shizi Street.

Warm and steaming.

Hokuriku's chest rose and fell.

Yanhe's every move involves everything about him.

He sat in the dining room and watched Yanhe eat with a big mouthful.

Seeing that he was not moving his chopsticks, Yan He helped him unpack all the lunch boxes.

"This is the best food in our Shizi Street. It's very difficult to buy without my face. Even if you buy it, you have to wait in a long line. You will know when you try it."

Yan He smiled and handed the chopsticks to Hokuriku.

Hokuriku hesitated for a while, sighed, and then took it slowly.

"What's wrong? Does your chest feel uncomfortable? Do you remember the time for the reexamination? Don't forget when it's time. I'm too busy with work to remember the time. Please pay more attention." Yan He was still chewing food, Hearing Yan He's sigh, he hurriedly said a few words.

"No." Hokuriku didn't dare to meet his eyes, and quickly lowered his head to eat.

He wanted to imitate Yanhe's big mouthfuls, but he didn't know that he was too anxious to cough before he took two mouthfuls.

Yan He hurriedly patted him on the back, the breath in Bei Lu's chest was compressed a lot, and when he coughed out, his tears almost came out.

When he finally calmed down, Yan He just sat down on the stool.

Hokuriku's eyes were red, his head was lowered, and he took another mouthful of rice.

Said very quietly.

"I'm going to move out."

In fact, what Hokuriku wants to say is that I plan to move back to my grandfather's house. It is inconvenient for me to be here, which will always affect your rest and many other reasons.

It should not be this sentence.

This time it was Yan He's turn to be choked on a mouthful of rice, so he hurriedly took a bottle of Sprite and downed half of it.

Until that breath comes to the fore.

Only then did he speak.

"Hokulu! Did I treat you badly?"

What Yan He wanted to say in the second half of the sentence was, "Why do you always want to leave?"

But when he saw Hokuriku's reddish eyes, he didn't say anything.

He turned around and kicked the stool. Although the stool didn't fall apart, the sound was deafening.

The trembling Hokuriku's heart trembled, and even his voice trembled again.

"No."

Just because Yan He was so good, he had nowhere to hide.

He didn't want the originally blue sky to be covered by a dark cloud blown by the wind.

"Why is that?" Yan He pulled Bei Lu up, wanting to look him in the eyes.

But he was deeply moved.

Don't say a word anymore.

Even the syllable "um" is always used at ordinary times, and there is no expression covering various emotions.

Hokuriku's face was as cold as ice again, expressionless.

Yan He stared at his brows and eyes carefully, the middle was unfathomable.

Beilu and Yanhe could hear each other breathing.

Ke Yanhe failed to intercept the cause of his distress from his holding his breath.

Finally, he slowly let go of Hokuriku's hand.

The curvature of the corners of the mouth became flatter and flatter until it returned to normal.