The boy next door came out

Yanhe, I am Hokuriku

On August 2008, 8, the summer weather was cloudy

Autumn day

so far

on the tip of the moon

a teenager

stepping on a galaxy

Starlight is coming over the wall

The fragrance of osmanthus

smile at me

The night had just fallen, and the lights outside were dim.

Yan He left the ward, went to the hospital garage to pick up the car, and drove the white car into the traffic of Piantian.

The congested middle section of Jinling is like his thoughts, under the cover of night, without any structure.

He angrily scolded the random passers-by around him all the way, barely stopping and stopping all the way, and it took him an hour to complete the usual ten-minute journey.

As soon as he got out of the car, the stinky brother squatting in front of the house shook his fat body, wagging his tail and greeted him with a slow "bark".

Yan He walked over and squatted down, stretched out a slightly rough hand and gently stroked its head.

"Smelly brother, I didn't expect you to be so old."

It was panting, its mouth was open, its eyeballs turned aside, as if it didn't want to pay attention to him.

Yan He sighed, "Do you want Hokuriku?"

The dim light at the gate of the yard fell on his back, and a long figure was drawn on the ground.

A gust of cold wind blew past, and the stinky brother shook his hair, walked to the door and lay down in his own domain, motionless.

Yan He stood up, pulled the zipper of his jacket down to his neck, and turned up his collar.

The leaves of the sweet-scented osmanthus tree that had been blown down by the cold wind just now lay quietly at his feet.

He slowly raised his head and looked at the bright lights in the yard.

And the dark silence next door.

The old sweet-scented osmanthus tree in the yard could not escape the fate of losing stamens in the bleak winter season, leaving only the tree full of dry leaves.

There are also a few small red lanterns on the trunk to reflect the atmosphere of the Spring Festival that just passed, and it looks like it was hung by that little girl Yan Nian.

Half of the sweet-scented osmanthus tree grows in the bright and lively house of Grandma Yanhe's house, and the other half is hidden in the desolate and desolate place of Beilu Waigong's house next door.

half-lit.

Seems half-lived.

In the first year of junior high school, Yan He and Yan Nian were sent to grandma's house by their parents who were busy with business. The grandfather who had just retired from the army had high expectations for Yan He, so naturally the discipline was even stricter. He almost copied his iron-like discipline in the army to Yan He.

Yanhe is miserable.

But Yan He has never been a master who can calm down, he is born rebellious.

That night, Xu Lai asked him to play games in an Internet cafe outside.

Yan He locked the door himself at night while everyone was asleep, and climbed from the window on the second floor to the fence. In order to avoid the watchdog at the door, he decided to step on the tree in the yard and climb over from the next door. go out.

He never thought that he had just stepped on the tree trunk and before he jumped into the next yard, he saw Hokuriku standing in the desolate yard.

That was the first time he saw Hokuriku.

The cold young man under the moonlight had no expression on his face, he just gave him a sideways glance, and then walked away.

Yan He thought that at least he would be wary of people who looked like they had turned into his yard.

But no, Hokuriku didn't seem to see him.

Hokuriku, shrouded in the cool moonlight, didn't say a word.

When Yan Nian walked in with his parents from the alley, he saw Yan He standing under the streetlight in a daze.

The upright figure stood there, with a dark and quiet expression on his face.

One person and one dog, all in silence.

This is Yan He that she rarely sees, after all, Yan He's image in her heart has always been irritable, and irritable.

"Brother, why don't you go in in such a cold day." After all, it was his own brother, Yan Nian approached warmly and hugged his arm, and asked affectionately.

"Is it okay to understand life?!" Yan He turned around and put on a hippie smiling face.

Ms. Liu Meifang, the mother-in-law, smiled and said, "I'm not in shape all day long."

"Whenever you can find a girlfriend, I'll be thankful." Yan's father Yan Shaoqian looked serious.

For his own son, he really can't discipline him.

Yan Hedan is also excellent. Although he feels like a fool all day long, he also looks good as a doctor.

Yan He didn't seem to put much effort in studying since he was a child, but his grades were still passable.

Yan's father wanted to criticize, but the only thing that dissatisfied him was that he didn't even have a serious girlfriend when he reached the age of marriage.

It touches a lot of lace news.

Today this little girl chased him to the hospital, and she would not marry unless he was the only one, and tomorrow that little girl ran to Yan Shaoqian to call for her father-in-law, which made him dizzy.

In recent years, Yan Shaoqian's medical equipment company has grown in business, and he can't spare more time to take care of him.

"I don't need Dad, your big boss, to worry about such a small matter. We should spend more time on business so that we can save Yan Nian's dowry." Yan He pushed Yan Nian behind his back and pushed Yan Nian to his father. go.

Yan Nian stomped his feet, and ran after Yan He, "How did you know to use me as a shield? The pot I carried for you since I was a child is enough for a dowry."

The family walked into the yard happily and noisyly.

In the end, everyone sat in the dining room of Grandma Yan's house on Friday night as usual, and the whole family gathered around the dining table.

It’s not lively.

There are ardent expectations from the elders for the younger generations, and deep blessings from the younger generations to the elders.

Gather together, be happy and healthy.

But behind the excitement, Yan He was thinking about his own thoughts.

About the Northland.

Several years ago, at the same family dinner table, Yan He's grandma told him about the new kid next door.

At that time, Yan He didn't understand the distressed emotion in grandma's eyes.

Only to blame himself when he was young.

I don't understand the desolate world of Hokuriku.

Before the age of 16, Hokuri went to school in a faraway city. It was not until his mother died of illness that he returned to his grandfather's house through several relatives.

No one knew exactly what Beilu's father did. The only thing Yanhe knew was that his father's surname was Lu, and Beilu's was his mother's.Beilu's grandfather and Yanhe's grandfather used to be comrades-in-arms stationed here in Jinling, and they belonged to the navy, so when the two left later, for various reasons, the organization assigned them to the next door, which is now They lived in a courtyard with upper and lower floors connected together.

Beilu's mother used to be a member of the Art Troupe of the Military Division. She sang beautifully and was also pretty.Hokuriku has inherited the cold white skin of his mother in the art troupe, which is particularly eye-catching among boys.One time when she went out to perform, Beilu's mother was fascinated by his father. When she came back, she ignored his grandfather's objection and followed his father away.But Bei Lu's grandfather went to the system to find his father, but there was no such person.

It wasn't until several years later that Hokuriku was born that Grandpa Hokurik knew that the boy surnamed Lu was from the Ministry of National Security, but he knew it was too late.Because he has disappeared and is nowhere to be found.

When Grandpa Beilu went to his mother's city, he saw that his proud daughter seemed to have aged a lot, lost her former charm, dragged her sick body, and lived alone with Beilu.

He was so angry and distressed that he wanted to take her back to Jinling, but she insisted on refusing, saying that the one surnamed Lu would come back.

Until the day of her death, she was still looking forward to waiting, and finally did not close her eyes.

"Yanhe, why don't you move your chopsticks? Today's food is not to your liking!?" Grandma smiled kindly in front of Yanhe.

He picked up the chopsticks nimbly, "How can it be, the braised pork made by grandma is invincible in the world." He ate with big mouthfuls.

"Slow down," Yanhe's mother said while picking up food for him, "Is the hospital very busy recently? I met Xu Lai a few days ago, and he told me that you called him and asked him to deliver food to you. .”

"Cough, cough, cough," Yan He heard this, and almost spit out the food he had just stuffed into his mouth, thinking, Xu Lai, this kid has no mouth at all, and he always reports his progress to his mother as if asking for credit.

"Recently, I just want to change my taste." Yan He lowered his head and continued to paw at the rice.

"I'll go back to the hospital later to have something to do."

Yan Nian's heart sank, and he moved his chopsticks back and forth in the bowl.

"Eating is delicious, what dial?" Yan's father said seriously.

Yan Nian immediately sat upright.

She has to hug his brother's thigh tightly, he is her big benefactor.

"Yanhe is really getting busier and busier. He finally came back on Friday and didn't stay at home." Grandma sighed.

"Grandma, I'll stay with you at home." Yan Nian answered her.

"Yanhe, is your hospital so busy, you have to go back tonight." Yan's father was a little displeased.

"There are a lot of patients in the ward recently, and many of them came to see the doctor after the Spring Festival." Yan He gave a random reason.

"The child has his own affairs to be busy with, so why do you care so much?" Ms. Zhao rolled her eyes at Yan's father, but smiled at Yan He and said, "I'm busy with work in the hospital, so I should pay more attention to my body."

After dinner, Yan's father and mother accompanied the old lady to watch TV.

Yan Nian insisted on sending Yan He out of the alley.

The temperature dropped at night, and even the shadows of the trees felt chilly.

Along the way, Yan Nian kept telling Yan He about his favorite two-dimensional world, and Yan He listened quietly, not hitting her like he used to.

"Yan Nian, do you miss Beilu?" Yan He slowly stepped on the old floor tiles in the alley.

In some places, the gap is already very large, and there is a clicking sound when you step on it.

He looked up at the red lantern on the sweet-scented osmanthus tree, the small clusters of red reflected small flames in his dark pupils.

Yan Nian was suddenly stunned by his question.

The sentence just now didn't seem to be what he asked.

Because he hadn't uttered Beilu's name for a long time, I remembered that once Yan Nian accidentally said something about Beilu, and he yelled at him so that he avoided him for a week.

Yan Nian straightened his air bangs, and even raised his mouth to blow, "I think so, why don't I think about it, Brother Beilu is such a gentle person."

Bei Lu in Yan Nian's heart is gentle, because he is different from his irritable brother. He never speaks in a hurry. Although he doesn't talk much, he always speaks softly.

In her impression, the most frequent sentence Bei Lu told her was "Yan Nian, where's Yan He!?"

The words Yanhe overflowed from his thin lips, extremely gentle, and his low and deep voice said other things basically without any emotion.

But Yan Nian could always hear the ups and downs from his name Yanhe.

After all, it is different from others.

After a while, the two walked to the parking place.

"Are you short of money again?"

"Hey..." Yan Nian looked at him pitifully with an innocent face.

"Can your job support yourself, turn your interest into a career, and not regret it later?"

Yan He knew that she was going to watch the comic exhibition again.

Not long after Yan Nian graduated, her pocket was cleaner than her face.I dare not open my mouth to ask my parents, as long as she asks, she will definitely be scolded again.

Originally, Ms. Zhao didn't agree with the job she was looking for, but Yan Nian couldn't bear the burden.

Before leaving, Yanhe transferred some money to her.Repeatedly told her to pay more attention to safety, report her whereabouts in time, and don't talk to messy people.

Yan Nian, the little girl with big watery eyes and round face, was very cute.Although Yan He often hates her, he is still very concerned about her personal safety.

When he returned to the ward, it was already past ten o'clock in the evening.

He tiptoed to Beilu's bed and sat down slowly.

Looking at Hokuriku, whose face was as pale as paper, he carefully pulled up the bed curtain, and covered his exposed feet under the blanket.

He moved a chair and sat beside his bed, not in the mood to play with his mobile phone.

Staring blankly at the half of the back of Hokuriku's hand exposed outside.

Hokuriku's fingernails are neatly trimmed, beautiful and round, unlike him who always has no time to fix them, and who always likes to gnaw them with his own hands, making them extremely ugly.When he was in school, when he saw Hokuriku manicuring his nails, he rubbed them facelessly, forcing him to make them look better for himself.

Hokuriku always looked disgusted, but in the end he trimmed it.

Hokuriku's fingers are slender and fair, with well-defined joints, and they are very powerful when flipping and writing. His strokes are the same as others.

It can be seen from a distance or up close, but it cannot be imitated.

Because Hokuriku is unique!