The boy next door came out

Yanhe, I am Hokuriku

On March 2019, 03, the weather was cloudy during Haishi

You drew a window in my heart

but i never opened it

I'm afraid the hot sun will cover you

After a few rounds of drinking, Yanhe couldn't remember clearly, only felt that the TV screen was all wasted, why did those guests still have a Hokuriku station there.

Holding the wine glass, he shook his head vigorously, only to realize how it changed from one to all.

He climbed onto the sofa to find the remote to change channels.

Accidentally stepped on Xu Lai's thigh, Xu Lai subconsciously hugged his leg.

Yanhe didn't fall this time.

He remembered the softness printed on his cheeks when Hokuriku was drunk.

The cold lips were hot.

Why does it feel so familiar in memory, he seems to have dreamed about it before.

That is the same dream as fine wine.

Hokuriku will have no class for half a day tomorrow morning, and class ends early this afternoon.

He originally wanted to stay in school and revise the article he was about to write.

Who knows that the two teachers in the office are very enthusiastic about him.

A few words can always go around to Sheng Feiran.Hokuriku could probably guess what they meant.

But he is used to silence, and he doesn't want to pay attention.

What's more, this is just a gust of wind that blows randomly, and it will be gone as soon as it is said to be gone.

No need to explain.

He had just packed up the materials on the table, greeted them, and was about to go back to his grandfather's house.

The weather in Jinling in March is very fresh. As soon as you walk out of the administrative complex, you can feel the breath of spring.

There are many students on the playground who are in class. They are all wearing the same training uniforms, and they all look the same from a distance.

But the sound of their slogans shook the boundless sky loudly.

Young people have big, big dreams, which are like a cane, hanging behind them forever, so that they will not have the opportunity to slack off.

Hokuriku passed by the Changqing Road beside the playground, and the green bushes lined up in two rows around him, extending towards the avenue not far away.

Seen from a distance, the hem of his long navy blue coat was hidden in the bushes.

Sheng Feiran took the new training team to class on the playground in the afternoon, and saw him from a long distance with one arm clamped on his chest, a book in his hand, and the other hand in his pocket.

The spring breeze blew, and occasionally lifted the hem of his clothes, but he couldn't bear to disturb his meditation.

He quietly drew a long figure on the ground.

She greeted another teacher and trotted over.

She occasionally ran into him twice on campus, but basically it was only a face to face, and she didn't even say a few words.

She followed behind him, walking in small steps, she was suddenly bored seeing her clumsy steps.

"Beilu!" Sheng Feiran stopped him.

Beilu didn't hear it at first, he was wearing earphones, but luckily he walked slowly.

It didn't take long for Sheng Feiran to catch up with him at the end of Changqing Road.

"Beilu!" She called his name again.

This time he heard it, he took off the earphones, turned around, and saw Sheng Feiran wearing a training uniform, with the ponytail tied behind her head still fluttering with her breathing.

Shallow dimples are still hanging on the lips.

"I called you just now, but you didn't hear me." She panted slightly.

"Sorry, I didn't hear that." Hokuriku's voice was flat, with a hint of spring laziness.

"Are...how are you doing recently?" Sheng Feiran used an extremely clichéd opening remark.

"Mr. Sheng wants to talk to me about my life?" Beilu cast a contemptuous glance at the passers-by who passed by.

Sheng Feiran admitted that standing in front of Beilu basically lost his previous advantages.

She lost even her self-confidence.

He can always read other people's minds.

She tried her best to calm her breathing, and unconsciously rubbed her feet against the stones on the ground.

The sound of the stone rolling and rubbing on the ground was small and tense.

"All these years he thought you left because of me, and he was even more estranged from me than when you were in school. After you left, he came to me and asked me, and I followed him for a reason-you like me and I like him. Neither I don’t know if he has a letter. I saw him go back and forth a few times, but there was no long-lasting one, because I never saw the look in his eyes that looked at you at that time. I finally put my His emotions boiled over."

The camphor trees on the main road cast a shadow on her pretty face.

There was also a trace of sadness in her gentle voice.

Hokuriku looked at her face, she tried her best to finish the sentence, the expression on her face could only be described as a struggle after all thoughts were lost.

Beilu used to position Sheng Feiran as pretty, but he didn't expect her to handle this matter like this.

In doing so, she has mostly ruined her own love.

With Yanhe's character, even if he reluctantly accepts such an argument, he won't have other thoughts about her.

Although I didn't have any unreasonable thoughts.

She didn't even say the word "Yanhe", and only used "he" instead.

Yanhe has probably become an unavoidable lack in her life.

That was the gap in her heart, after a long time, the wind and the snow.

Hokuriku's eyes turned to the distance of the sky, his voice was still so flat.

"I thought he would be safe and happy when I was gone."

During those years he was in the capital, although he hoped that Yanhe could be safe and happy, but thinking that he was not involved in this, he felt ashamed.

Two people stood on the path, without speaking for a long time.

The only connection between the two of them is Yan He.

It was so before, and it is still so now.

It took her eight years to integrate into his life, and she would never be able to again.

And he spent eight years, but he did not withdraw from his life, and it will never be possible in the future.

Many things in this world are like this, even if you try every means, it will be in vain in the end.

Everything is lost!

When Hokuriku arrived home, the grandmother next door saw him at the gate of the yard.

He smiled and said, "You're back!"

This ordinary sentence shattered the complexity of Hokuriku's past.

It was as if he had walked into a dead end, kept spinning in circles, even when he wanted to escape, a pair of wrinkled hands warmly pulled him, and he saw everything again.

Hokuriku didn't know how to respond to her enthusiasm, so he walked quietly to her side.

Gently leaning down, approaching her ear softly and calling, "Grandma!"

This grandma's cry brought tears to her eyes. She clasped his arm with both hands and touched it vigorously, wanting to see if he was suffering outside.

Touching his somewhat thin hand, he said in a trembling voice, "Why are you so thin? You were so strong when you were in school. Grandma Ming'er will make braised pork for you."

Hokuriku is actually a skeleton and looks small, but feels a little panicked.

He tightly held Grandma Yanhe's hand, which was warm and strong despite being weather-beaten.

He only replied softly, "Okay!"

Afraid that her hearing has been bad all these years, she amplified her voice and said it again.

At night, Bei Lu packed up everything and lay on the bed. He heard that grandma had already fallen asleep, and the stinky brother also moved into the nest.

Yanhe didn't come back either.

Every time Bei Lu came back, he looked forward to seeing him, even a back view at the entrance of the alley.

The night was silent again, and the lamp in the corner stood quietly in the corner.

The dim light could barely reach the end of the bed, and there was only a figure lying upright under the quilt on the bed.

Yan He walked in from the alley entrance drunkenly, staggered while leaning on the wall, and finally found the iron gate.

Dazed, he stretched out his hand to reach it, but he couldn't reach it anyway.

He only touched a street lamp post, and he pressed his hot cheek against the cold post.

It's so comfortable to hold.

Like Hokuriku's arm.

He did not forget to rub it twice.

The moonlight mixed with the night in the alley, all sprinkled on him.

Bei Lu heard movement downstairs, and stood at the window to see that Yan He was about to fall asleep holding the pillar.

He hurriedly put on some clothes and went downstairs, he was so big, Grandma Yanhe couldn't move him.

The sound of Beilu opening the door woke Yanhe up.

Yanhe looked at the pillar and then at Beilu standing in front of him.

Slapped it on the post, pointed to it and said, "You liar, lied to me again."

Saying that, he let go of his hand, his legs gave way and almost fell, Hokuriku hurried forward to hold his arm.

Most of Yan He's body leaned against Bei Lu's arms.

The alcohol-smelling Hokuriku was a little fascinated.

"Yanhe! How much wine have you drunk?" Beilu put one arm on his shoulder, and the other hand passed through his strong back.

It was hard to get him upstairs.

This drunken man was so heavy, Bei Lu was also panting heavily at this time.

The coat she was wearing had fallen downstairs long ago.

Yan He was not honest at all lying on the bed, probably thought it was hot in the room, and kept pulling on his sweater, the collar of the sweater was almost deformed by him.

His cheeks were as red as a monkey's buttocks, and his usually bright eyes were stained with a layer of redness, staring straight at Hokuriku.

The moonlight outside was shining on Hokuriku's slender figure through the window above his head.

His fluffy hair covered the night of the room.

The thin lips are smudged by the dim light in cool colors.

Yan He thought of Xu Lai's words again, and the more he thought about it, the hotter he felt.

It's also two petals up and down, why he opens and closes, and what he said is so heartbreaking.

But then he thought again, the kiss he had accidentally printed on his cheek.

That soft touch completely ignited the fire in Yan He's heart.

Beilu was rolling up his sleeves, ready to help Yanhe take off his sweater.

He kept pulling it back and forth desperately, but he didn't get his head out.

He just stretched out his hand, but he hasn't touched Yan He's arm yet.

Yan He grabbed his wrist and pulled hard, another Gu Lu turned over.

Press Hokuriku under him.

Bei Lu was enveloped by Yan He's figure.

Can't move.

Yan He stretched out a hand, and rubbed the thin lips with a slightly rough fingertip.

Mingming feels soft and soft to the touch, but no matter how you say it, the words are like sharp swords.

Bei Lu really didn't dare to move, he just wanted to speak.

Yan He leaned over and directly blocked the mouth he wanted to open.

Frantically snatching the breath between Hokuriku's lips, between those tightly closed lips and tongue, searching for a corner that can be penetrated.

He urgently needs to find a place to vent his anger.

Hokuriku suddenly couldn't turn his head, as if countless fireworks were blooming in front of his eyes.

Yan He's fiery breath covered the cold air between his lips, and the fingers inserted in his hair kept rubbing his scalp.

Until Beilu felt that he was almost out of breath, and finally got rid of his circle.

Yan He lay on his shoulders, choked up and said.

Son of a bitch!

Then he fell headlong on the bed and fell asleep.

Under the moonlight, Hokuriku was unwilling to turn on the light, and slowly stroked his outline like that.

He was afraid that too hot light would dispel the affection in this room.