The boy next door came out

Yanhe, I am Hokuriku

On October 2011, 10, the weather was cloudy with cold dew

I wander alone in the bustling Chunhua Road

Suddenly, a group of youthful teenagers burst out

One half of the profile looks like you

The footsteps all over the street suddenly stopped

The camphor trees on the street suddenly stopped swaying

I turned back

Follow them through a few alleys

Hokuriku didn't have a vacation this week, and he spent a whole day in the office getting materials yesterday.

Next week he has to attend a forum for young scholars.

The organizing committee called the school to communicate with the school, hoping that Hokuriku would participate, and even sent a special letter.

By the time the news reaches Hokuriku, the notice has basically been issued.

Take it seriously even if you are helpless.

The sun is shining brightly this morning, and the spring breeze is warm.

When he came down from the dormitory building, the undergraduate dormitory building next to him.

There was a din.

After a while, a group of teenagers in standard short-sleeved shoes rushed towards the basketball court.

The breeze is not dry, and the youth is flying.

It's very similar to Yanhe from before.

Beilu turned slightly and followed them.

When he first went to Kyoto, he was going to borrow a book from the Faculty of Arts. When passing Chunhua Road, he was also attracted by such a group of teenagers.

He followed them for a long time without knowing it.

Maybe it was because of Hokuriku's gaze, one of the teenagers looked back at him with a smile, and he stopped in his tracks.

It turned out it wasn't Yanhe.

Hokuriku suddenly seemed lost.

He was standing outside the fence on the basketball court.

The sunlight was divided into small pieces of light and shadow, spreading on the field.

Their sweaty figures overlapped them.

They danced with their footsteps.

Hokuriku watched them play quietly.

As many years ago.

He looked at Yan He's leaping figure through the isolation net.

A ball in the distance hit the isolation net in front of him, and Hokuriku shrank subconsciously.

A student ran over quickly, his brow covered with sweat, and waved to him, "I'm sorry!"

Beilu stood up straight, shook his head at the boy just now, and pointed to the isolation net.

"It's okay, here it is!"

The boy ran back holding the ball all the way.

A voice in his memory once said to him.

You stand outside the fence and the ball won't hit you!

Hokuriku once stood there watching them play, and almost got hit on the head by a flying ball, but luckily Yan He jumped up and caught the ball not far from him.

There was a hint of a smile on the corner of Hokuriku's mouth when he thought of this.

In this boring life, we still need some warm memories.

Yanhe has been acting strangely and abnormally lately.

Beilu felt that maybe he was really frightened by his drunk behavior that day.

It hasn't slowed down so far.

Even when I met him at the gate of the courtyard yesterday morning, his eyes were a little evasive.

On the way to drive him back to school, he was even more serious.

Bei Lu could only think helplessly, hoping that time would help him dilute all this.

Although it doesn't seem to work for him.

All these things have never been forgotten, on the contrary, they have become deeper and deeper.

Just like the seeds scattered randomly in spring, they grow wildly without asking whether the land is willing or not.

He didn't know when he was stunned, but he was already deeply in love.

After standing there watching for a while, he raised his foot and walked towards the administrative complex.

On the road, I occasionally met a few cadres wearing navy blue uniforms, and the shining golden armbands on the cuffs showed their identities.

They have the same high spirits as Yanhe.

The sun and the moon are changing, the golden years are in full bloom, and the youth is full of vigor and unruly.

It's a pity that Hokuriku didn't participate in the past. If he didn't have that choice, would he be able to watch him be full of vigor all the time.

In the whole school, he seemed to be able to see Yan He's shadow.

At that time, he naively said that Beilu is the most suitable to come here, but in fact, Yanhe in Beilu's eyes is the most worthy of being here.

He deserves all the beauty in this world!

When he returned to Grandpa's house, the sun in the alley had risen to mid-air.

He stood outside the iron gate of his house, looking at the quilts drying on the balcony on the second floor.

Yan He was shaking the quilt there.

Maybe it was because the quilt was too thick, and he frowned when he shook it off.

His pair of powerful arms were shaking the quilt, causing a flutter of catkins to fly.

Dancing around him in the sun.

Bei Lu was leaning on the pillar that Yan He hugged when he was drunk last time.

Staring blankly at Yan He who was surrounded by sunlight on the second floor.

His whole body was shrouded in spring breeze, his long hair was shining in the sun, but his black eyes were half-closed, avoiding the sun's rays.

Hokuriku wondered if he had dried his quilts like this before.

While the sun is just right, wrap everything.

and him.

How could he be so sure that he would come back.

Yan He leaned half of his body out of the window, and saw Bei Lu leaning there at some point.

stared at him without moving.

The star pupils were shining with brilliance illuminated by the sun.

He was dressed in a navy blue jacket, black trousers, and a casual shirt, which made him look so handsome.

Even the passing sunlight couldn't bear to disturb him, leaving slender shadows along his outline.

Then he ran away with the spring breeze.

At that moment, Yanhe had the feeling that he was waiting for him to go home.

His sunburned, oily scalp exploded.

"Why don't you come in." Yan He stood upstairs and said loudly to him.

Hokuriku smiled and said nothing, took out the key to open the door.

I'm looking at you!Yan Wo!

The wind does not speak, the cloud does not speak, you standing in front of the window are better than thousands of words in the world.

Yan He was still upstairs arranging the freshly washed quilt cover. When Bei Lu came up, he was thinking about how to shake the quilt cover flat before drying it.

"The weather is fine this morning. Grandma asked me to come over to dry your quilts and clothes. She said it was only after the spring rain, so I'm afraid there will be mildew." Yan He explained to him in a panic.

Hokuriku also listened without saying a word.

When did Yan He love to explain?Didn't he just do whatever he wanted?

After finishing, it will directly say "Horuriku! Help you dry these quilts, I am exhausted."

Yan He found the other two symmetrical horns and stuffed them into Bei Lu's hands.

Bei Lu's cold fingers touched the back of Yan He's hand, and Yan He's heart almost missed a whole beat in shock.

"Hold on tight, I'm going to shake it hard twice." Against the light, Yan He couldn't see the expression on Bei Lu's face clearly, only his fluffy hair.

All that is rendered by the sun is golden.

"Yeah!" Hokuriku could see his expression carefully with the light behind him.

His entire facial features are tangled together, only the hairline extends to the pinnae.

There are fluffy little hairs on the pinna.

When Yan He shook his arms vigorously, Bei Lu couldn't hold it firmly, and the entire quilt flew up.

Cast a large area of ​​light and shadow.

Bei Lu was anxious to grab it with his hands, and Yan He took advantage of the trend and strode out.

Ready to catch with your hands.

Unexpectedly, Yan He was usually used to being reckless, he strode out and hit Bei Lu directly on the forehead.

The quilt caught it, and Hokuriku was also knocked back a few steps.

He hurried over to stand on tiptoe to brush the hair on his forehead, and blew his forehead carefully.

"Does it hurt?" Yan He gently rubbed the pulp of his thumb.

The slightly rough touch gently brushed his forehead, with the faint scent of sweet-scented osmanthus on Yanhe's body.

They all brought back the softness in Hokuriku's heart.

"It's okay!" Hokuriku raised the corners of his mouth, and his earlobes were itchy.

"I'm used to being rough, and I don't know how to do these jobs. See if I knocked you down. If my grandma sees me, he will say that I am not stable at all, and I am still a child."

Yan He found a series of words to cover up his guilty conscience.

Just now when he approached Hokuriku, his thin earlobe was a little red from the sun, as if it was shining through, he almost reached out to pinch it.

When Hokuriku sat at his front table before, he always had this thought.

But I didn't dare to reach out once.

He was afraid that Hokuriku would be angry if he stretched out his hand, and he ignored people for a few days after being angry.

Hokuriku carefully pulled up the two corners of the quilt cover.

"Just shake it slowly."

Yan He hugged the entire quilt in his arms, ran to the drying place, and spread out the quilt.

Turning his back to him, he said, "I'll do it myself, you go and rest."

Looking at his busy figure, Hokuriku seemed to have done this shaking and pulling action many times.

Skilled and ordinary.

The sleeves of the light-colored sweater were rolled up to the elbows, and the strong wrists were retracted and exerted to smooth out the wrinkles.

The same is true for the wrinkles and folds in Beilu's life, which were smoothed out by Yanhe casually.

The sun shines on his solid and broad back.

Hokuriku raised his footsteps and unconsciously approached him slowly.

less than an arm's length away from him.

He slowly raised his hands, and the sun leaked from the slits of his slender and white hands.

He half-clasped his palm and kept it in the softest part of his palm.

Slowly approach his back.

Get a little closer.

His half punch can go from the back to his eyes.

Show him its heart, which is not as good as his.

His back can stick to his chest.

Fill him all.

A little bit.

Yan He had already put the quilt to dry, and his shaking head turned backwards.

Hokuriku hurriedly opened his palms to block the light.

The swaying shadow covered Hokuriku's slender and blurred eyes.

That is its heart!

It hides again.

"The sun is dazzling, you should go back to the house." Yan He dried all the quilts and clothes.

The moment he turned around, he almost bumped into Beilu's chest, and his wheat-colored cheeks showed a blush for the first time.

Just like the face he used to run five kilometers with a load on his back.

Even the heart was beating so fast it was about to pop out.

He didn't even see the small cluster of flames receding in Hokuriku's eyes.

He just took two steps to the side, opening a little distance.

Seeing him like this, Hokuriku felt pain welling up in the depths of his eyes.

He still minds.

He said coldly, "Actually, you don't have to worry about it."

"Ah?!" Yanhe didn't understand Hokuriku's meaning. He didn't realize that Hokuriku had misunderstood until Hokuriku turned around and entered the room.

He ran after Hokuriku, who just entered the room, took off his coat and hung it on the hanger.

"Beilu! No, it's not what you think? Actually, I..." Yan He chased after him but didn't know how to say it.

"I" didn't say anything for a long time.

He could only turn around bitterly and go downstairs again.