The boy next door came out

Yanhe, I am Hokuriku

On May 2011, 05, Li Xia was overcast

youthful frivolity

teasing for no reason

Heartstrings move quietly

Some people are willing to sink

someone is ignorant

Hokuriku left last night.

Not a word, just like back then.

No, I said something this time.

But basically it was tantamount to not saying anything, because in Yan He's opinion, it was better not to say anything.

Heartless as Hokuriku.

Just leave, don't leave a word.

He didn't have a lot of clothes here.

Yan He sat on the sofa and watched him collect things.

One after another.

Over and over again.

again and again.

Until the sound of the zipper of the suitcase stopped abruptly, the universal wheels rubbed against the smooth floor tiles, making a harsh sound.

The elevator in the corridor outside dinged, and then closed again.

These voices all passed through Yan He's reflex arc, and finally disappeared.

Only then did Yan He react.

Hokuriku is really leaving again.

Yan He jumped up from the sofa and strode to the corridor. The elevator showed that it had reached the first floor.

He frantically pressed the elevator button.

He wanted it to go up again, but everything was not as he wanted.

Because at this moment he realized that he was barefoot, standing in the cold corridor.

The biting chill quenched the heat in his heart.

He didn't know why he ran out, he only knew that he wanted to hold him back at that moment.

But if you hold him back, what should you say to him?

Even if he knew what to say, he would probably still go.

Then why is he standing here barefoot.

like a lunatic.

When the elevator opened again, Yan He ignored the strange eyes of the people inside who looked at him.

Turned around and went back to the house.

He didn't leave the house until the next morning.

Hokuriku returned to his grandfather's old house.

Lying on the old bed that Yan Hecai had tidied up, he couldn't sleep well all night as he did in Kyoto.

Always in a daze, not at all practical.

He was always awakened by nightmares, even with the brightest lights on, to no avail.

He has never rested steadily in his sleep, because his habitat is far away.

Even if the mud under his feet made his clean trousers muddy, even if the shrubs around his feet scratched his calf and made his calf bloody.

He still ran desperately to the distance, and the back of the sky attracted him painfully.

There is a sachet under the pillow, which should be filled with sweet-scented osmanthus that was dried last year.

Grandma Yanhe always likes to spread a piece of gauze under the sweet-scented osmanthus tree. She is reluctant to part with such a fragrant sweet-scented osmanthus, which blooms for such a short flowering period, and the failed stamens end up rotting in the mud.

So she likes to dry them and make sachets.Tuck it in your closet, or under your pillow.

In this way, for half of the year, it seems that the smell of sweet-scented osmanthus can be smelled.

Yanhe's clothes at that time also always had this smell.

It's light, not greasy at all, even Hokuriku's always allergic nose has never been disgusted.

Sometimes when Hokuriku is tired from reading, he always likes to hold his breath and then take a deep breath, absorbing the shallow smell into the deepest part of his chest.

Treasure carefully.

But this night, my nose was filled with the scent of sweet-scented osmanthus, but it was still difficult to sleep.

For a long time, Hokuriku felt that it was the fragrance of sweet-scented osmanthus that could make him fall asleep peacefully.

But in Kyoto, he stubbornly bought all kinds of sweet-scented osmanthus aromatherapy and even medicine packs, but it didn't help.

But like a jackdaw in vain, it is empty.

Just kidding yourself.

Hokuriku has always had a light sleep, and a little movement at night can stimulate his senses, making it difficult to fall asleep.

Yan He sleeps very dishonestly. He can sleep straight, but he always sleeps on the bed.

Turn over is great.

In the last semester of his third year of high school, Yanhe spent most of the time at Beilu's house.

In the final sprint stage, Hokuriku will still list all the key points of the day, even if it is close to ten o'clock after self-study and home.

Because when Yanhe was lying on the bed later, Beilu had to carry it to him again.

When it's time to go to bed, Yan He always runs faster than a rabbit.

Whenever Hokuriku came out of the shower, he was already crossing his legs on the bed.

When Beilu quietly stuffed the knowledge into his mind, Duke Zhou would often be faster than him.

Bei Lu could only sigh, remembering in his heart that what was not completed today will be added to tomorrow's tasks.

So many!

There is another characteristic of Yan He when he sleeps. He likes to lift his clothes, no matter what season it is.

He likes to pull his clothes up to his chest, exposing his belly.The whole person lay reclined on the bed in an extremely stretched posture.

When Beilu got up at night, he would help him pull down his clothes, but he pulled them up again after a while.

Sometimes when Hokuriku remembered this matter in his sleep, he would close his eyes and reach out to pull it.

Unexpectedly, the next month was dark and windy, and even the lights in the corner were so blind.

It was dark.

Bei Lu located the position by feeling, but Yan He moved up the moment he reached out his hand.

Just right.

impartial.

Hokuriku's hand grabbed where he shouldn't have.

Under the thin cloth, Hokuriku's palm was burned like fire.

Hokuriku opened his eyes suddenly, but took a few seconds to withdraw his hand.

Under the dim light, his face darkened to a pig-liver color.

Said Hena's clothes were pulled up and up, his firm belly rose and fell with his breathing, and the small depression was like a whirlpool, almost sucking Hokuriku into it.

Hokuriku directly threw the blanket on him and went to sleep next door instead.

Another night of dreams.

But that dream is a beautiful scenery.

Waking up early the next day, the two were brushing their teeth together in the bathroom.

Yan He's face was full of beatings, and toothpaste foamed up his mouth, even on his chin.

He said vaguely, "Why did I dream of you touching me last night."

"Cough, cough, cough!" Hokuriku was rinsing his mouth, the water would have rolled several times in his throat before spitting it out along his mouth.

That mouthful was spurted out of the nasal cavity by Yan He's words.

"Don't get excited, if you haven't touched it, I'll touch it for you again." Seeing Beilu's embarrassed look, Yanhe thought he was frightened by his own words, so he continued to provoke him with words.

He also approached Hokuriku like a hooligan.

Hokuriku washed his face and rubbed his own face vigorously, who knew that his thin face would turn red with rubbing.

His cold white skin is full of abnormal red.It seemed that Chenhui was trapped in the blood.

He subconsciously took a step away from Yanhe, and said bitterly, "Get lost!"

Yan He ignored him and continued to tease him, "You took advantage of me in the dream, then I will take it back."

As he said that, he stretched out his hand and poked under Hokuriku's body.

Hokuriku jumped up in shock, his usual expressionless face changed.

The whole person is shrouded in a different vitality from the past.

"Hahahahaha." Yanhe laughed in the bathroom, "Beilu! This is what you should look like at your age."

At that time, Yanhe saw Beilu as good-looking, a hundred times more beautiful than Sheng Feiran.

"Yan! He!" Beilu knew he was joking, but he was almost fooled and fell for him.

God knows, at that moment, Bei Lu wanted to run away.

But he didn't know that Yan He, who was still brushing his teeth, felt his heart tumbling.

At that time, no matter how much Yanhe was messing about, Beilu's heart was fluctuating.

He can always sleep soundly at night.

Even when Yan He accidentally turned off the dim light at night, Bei Lu had a good night's sleep.

It turned out that he wasn't really afraid of the dark.

What he is afraid of is the darkness in the dead of night, the clear dream in a window, the half-fake half-sleep.

It was just dawn, and the old night lights in the alley were still sighing.

The sound of "woo hoo" from the smelly brother next door disturbed Hokuriku from time to time.

Occasionally early risers pass by the door.

The old floor tiles also made a symbolic choking sound.

Watching off the lonely pedestrians in the sallow morning light.

Probably not long.

The alley is going to be lively again.

There are shouts for selling breakfast at the alley, there are concerns about chasing children to school, and there are dogs barking caused by bicycles passing by...

There was no sound of Yanhe pedaling his bicycle at high speed.

And that boy who always wears earphones, chasing after him with deep eyes.

Hokuriku couldn't lie down anymore, so he got dressed and got up.

He habitually wanted to open the window.

But as soon as he opened a gap, the figure of Grandma Yanhe who got up early in the room next door flashed in front of his eyes.

He closed the window gently again.

I couldn't bear to bother her.

Maybe he should open the window in the morning, say hello to her, or wave his hand, as before.

Such a normal neighborhood.

He can't do well.

He has learned so much in Kyoto, about human relations, social development and so on, and he has even memorized the treatises of some famous scholars by heart.

But so what?

Doesn't he still use the most complicated psychology to deal with the simplest and clearest relationship.

Hokuriku stood on the second floor, listening carefully to the movement next door like a eavesdropper.

Until the door in the yard closes.

Hokuriku slowly walked downstairs.

He walked to the breakfast stall at the entrance of the alley and said softly, "Give me a bowl of tofu curd."

The aunt who sold breakfast still enthusiastically filled the bowl for him.

Hokuriku looked at her wrinkled hands.

But I thought in my heart that her hands didn't have so many lines before. At that time, she was only in her early thirties, and she was full of enthusiasm every day.The thin pointed chin still looks young.

Years always make people old.

She is also a little more tired now, and even her double chin is obvious.

"Do you want all of these?" Seeing his pensive face, the aunt asked him suspiciously.

"Yeah!" Hokuriku came back to his senses and nodded by the way.

Bei Lu took the bean curd, turned around and walked back.

The aunt who sold breakfast looked at his cold back but seemed to remember something.

There used to be a boy like him, cold and cold.

To eat pea curds, there are so many requirements, neither this nor that.

On the contrary, the other boy behind him was much more lively than him, always with a smile on his face.

Who is he?

well!She sees so many people every day that she can't remember.

look!

As long as you have lived in this place, there will always be some traces left.

This is not the case with human relationships.

You never know when you're leaving footprints in someone else's world.

The footprints are deep and shallow.

No one will go out of their way to clean it up, because that's their life.

No one will walk away quietly, because that is their life.