The boy next door came out

Yanhe, I am Hokuriku

March 2019, 03 Sunny and cloudy

early sun in the distance

warm and nice

it drives away the loneliness of the night

Only the innocent and cold reality remains

咝—

The sequelae of a hangover are a splitting headache.

This kind of pain is much more severe than the sequelae of staying up late.

The latter at least won't have a headache so much that he can't tell where he is?

What have you done?

Yan He rubbed his temples vigorously with both hands, trying to relieve the damn throbbing pain for a while.

The pain made him dizzy.

My stomach was also on fire, and with the recovery of gastrointestinal function, I also had cramps.

After finally being half-conscious, he opened his eyes and thought he was somewhere in Xu Lai's house.

When he was looking for the translucent light in the gap of the window, he suddenly woke up.

Isn't this the window of Hokuriku's house! ?

Why is he here? !

He tried again to try to recall yesterday's drunkenness.

But he couldn't find a suitable trajectory to explain why he was on Hokuriku's bed early in the morning.

Drink a piece!

All he remembered was sleeping with Hokuriku's arms in his arms.

But he guessed that he knew that he had made the same mistake again.

Ugh!

He buried himself under the blanket again, wanting to relax for a while, to see if the memory of escaping could come back.

A long time ago, he was also hungover, and was seen by Yan Nian who got up in the middle of the night.

He fell asleep hugging the lamppost in front of Hokuriku's house.

was taken home.

Otherwise, he would not have slept in that alley overnight.

His father scolded him for a long time, and Yan Nian laughed at him for a long time.

It is simply a great shame in life.

Could it be that he was picked up by Hokuriku again yesterday.

History is always surprisingly similar, the drunk is still the same person, but the one who picks up is not the same person.

What happened was even more different.

Yan Nian brought him home, and he vomited into the dark while holding the toilet.

Hokuriku brought him home...

but he...

Some images seemed to flash back in Yan He's mind. The images were so shocking that he jumped from the bed to the ground in fright.

Didn't he really forcefully kiss Hokuriku? ?

Yan He stood on the ground with bare feet, and he slapped his forehead twice, trying to wake up his bastard head.

His mood at the moment is simply as dead as a dead heart.

Hokuriku is such a serious person, his heart is occasionally fragile like a spring bud.

A gust of wind can stagger.

What's more, I am a strong wind!

Yan He was standing by the bed and was thinking hard, not knowing how to end it.

But Beilu stood silently at the door and watched him for a while.

He looked at Yan He scratching his ears and cheeks, probably regretting it when he woke up.

I hate it at the beginning.

"How long are you going to stand there?" Beilu's deep voice sounded behind Yanhe, breaking Yanhe's entangled thoughts.

Yan He turned around in a hurry, caught a glimpse of her exposed calf, and immediately jumped into bed.

He cleared his burning throat, "That... that... I..."

He kept rubbing the hair of his legs in the bed with nervous hands.

Looking at his flustered look, Bei Lu couldn't even speak a complete sentence, and stammered for a long time without saying anything.

Some emotions sank in the depths of Hokuriku's eyes.

"I made some porridge, you get up and drink some."

After speaking, he turned around and left, leaving only Yanhe in the room, who almost bit off his tongue by himself.

He slapped himself again.

My heart is really overwhelmed, I can't wait to find a crock pot to marinate myself.

He took a long time to wash up and walked to the restaurant, and sat down opposite Hokuriku.

Yan He secretly looked at him, unlike the past when he always looked at him openly.

Beilu sat there silently with his head slightly lowered. He has always been a leisurely person, doing everything slowly, even eating so carelessly.

The broken hair on his forehead covered most of his eyebrows, and the outside light finally fell on his face through the kitchen.

There was still no expression on his face.

Bei Lu felt Yan He's unnatural gaze, and didn't look up at him, just kept hanging down like this.

The broken hair cast a shadow over his eyelids.

"That... I yesterday..." Yan He took a sip of the hot porridge, and after thinking about it, he opened his mouth to explain to him.

"Shi Wuyan." Bei Lu probably guessed what he wanted to say, and the cold voice interrupted him directly.

Yanhe didn't know what to do, he thought that Beilu must be very sad.

What kind of crazy did he smoke yesterday.

He looked at Hokuriku again helplessly, his thin lips were a little blood-colored, and the white porcelain bowl made them more rosy, and he approached the edge of the bowl with a soft sucking sound.

It aroused the charm in Yan He's heart, and he remembered yesterday's crazily absorbing his breath.

His face was flushed, and the alcohol that had not completely dissipated had returned to his head.

He hurriedly lowered his head to eat, and that action overwhelmed the sound of Hokuriku chewing slowly.

Beilu kept his head down and never looked at Yanhe.

If yesterday's incident was an accident, he would rather not have dawned.

Just like that, how beautiful everything is covered by the night.

The quiet night can always evoke the most irrational thoughts in people's hearts.

He also wanted to sink like that.

Just like that moth knew it was fire, but it had no hesitation and used itself to pay homage to it.

But then Yang appeared in front of Hokuriku's window again, and the warm sunlight shone in the whole alley, and the branches of the sweet-scented osmanthus tree were like silver flowers.

Grandma Yanhe's kindly back, Brother Smelly's screaming from time to time.

Pulled him back from the deep swamp to this innocent and cold reality.

He turned his head to look at Yan He who was lying on the bed, his face twisted together after a hangover.

He finally chose to turn around.

"I have class in the afternoon." Hokuriku put down the bowl and chopsticks, breaking the silence.

In the past, the two of them were rarely so quiet together, and the quietness made Hokuriku a little panicked.

Yan He would always croak and talk about boring things, and those dull things always added a lot of fun after he described them.

Yan He quickly finished the last bite of the bowl, so that he could talk too.

"Slow down." Looking at his eating like a storm, Bei Lu wanted to laugh inexplicably.

"Didn't you say that you are speechless? I can talk after eating."

Yan He swallowed his last mouthful of food suddenly, because the movement was too big, and there was a lot of air mixed in.

"Beilu! I didn't do it on purpose." Yanhe finally managed to speak out, stuttering all morning, and finally spit it out.

"What?" Hokuriku silently cleaned up the dishes.

"Ah?" Yanhe didn't know what Beilu meant, "It was just last night..."

"What was last night?" Hokuriku stacked several bowls together, and the crisp sound of the porcelain bowls colliding made his heart tremble.

"You were drunk yesterday."

Hokuriku walked towards the kitchen with the bowl in his hand. His slender and straight figure covered the light in the kitchen.

After a while, there was a crackling sound.

Yanhe didn't know what to say next.

When Hokuriku said he was drunk, he told the truth and gave him a reason.

Make each other less awkward.

"You have class in the afternoon, I'll take you there." Yan He really couldn't find another topic, so he started it casually.

"Are you sure?" Hokuriku looked back at him curiously.

Seeing him looking at him suspiciously, Yanhe realized that he didn't know how he came back yesterday.

Where did the car go?

Beilu looked at him and shouted to the sky, swearing, and went back to the room to find his phone.

As soon as the other end of the phone was dialed, Yan He's bright voice shook the sky, and the smelly brother screamed at the second floor window next door.

Bei Lu knew that Xu Lai should be scolded bloody by him.

He carefully wiped the edge of the bowl, wiped off all the water stains, and arranged the bowls one by one in their original positions.

It's comfortable to look at.

Maybe they stay where they are, that's where they belong.

Some relationships, if not properly placed, may be torn apart and never recovered.

He placed the bowl carefully again.

The sound of Yanhe going downstairs was heard, and Beilu just came out of the kitchen. He had just entered the room and was about to change clothes.

With the top off, only a thin bottoming shirt remained.

The booming sound of going upstairs was heard again, and Hokuriku hurriedly tried to get dressed.

But the more urgent the clothes, the harder it is to wear, when Yan He ran into the room again.

Hokuriku's awkward clothes were only put on one head, and the thin shirt under his body was more transparent under the sunlight behind him.

The thin waist fell straight into Yan He's eyes, and Yan He stood at the door in a daze.

He just wanted to come back and tell Bei Lu that he was going to pick up the car, and he would come in a while, and told him to wait for him.

Yan He looked up, the chest looked so thin, and the outline of the ribs could be vaguely seen.

Obviously they are about the same size, but Hokuriku's figure looks so thin.

Pressed under the body, the whole person was buried in the quilt.

Hokuriku put on the sweater in a panic, but was surprised to find that it was worn backwards.

The Adam's apple in the slender neck was covered by the throat of the sweater.

"Why are you back?" Bei Lu calmed down, but it was not easy to take off in front of him, so he could only speak serious words in such a weird manner.

Yan He was a little stunned. At that moment just now, he suddenly remembered the deviant behavior last night.

Beilu's rib was under his hands, so fragile that he couldn't bear to touch it.

The wandering nerves were finally found by Hokuriku. He looked at Hokuriku with a little smile, and he quickly walked to his side in two steps.

"I left something behind."

The sweater collar covered his neck.

Yan He wanted to reach out to help him change the position of his clothes, but his outstretched hand touched Bei Lu's neck.

He wanted to see if the Adam's apple, which was always sliding smoothly, was moving.

Hokuriku took his strong wrist and said, "What's left?"

Yan He was not in a hurry to answer him, and quietly reached into the hem of his sweater with his other hand, lifting the clothes that were in the way.

Gently stroking the edge of his ribs, whispering close to his ear.

"you!"

When Yan He poked into the hem of his clothes while he was not paying attention, Bei Lu lost his concentration.

Those strong hands covered the edges of his ribs, rubbing them constantly.

Itching and numbness, like a small electric current rushing all over the body.

His warm breath blew against his earlobe.

Slowly.

The lingering sound of publicity has not dissipated.

The "you" danced across the room until it burrowed from his chest into the depths of his heart.

Then there was no sound.

Hokuriku knew he was messing around, but the corners of his lips were in front of him.

He can touch it with just a slight tilt of his head.

But he didn't, he stayed away.

Yan He saw it in his flashing eyes.

□□, forbearance, even pain.