The boy next door came out

Yanhe, I am Hokuriku

On September 2008, 09, the autumnal equinox was cloudy

The subtle side of fate

Turning point

Me and the boy who climbed over the wall

meet by chance

He says

he is waiting for me

When Beilu came to Jinling Waigong's house, he found that he still hadn't changed in any essential way.

He was still alone, alone.

Because his grandfather passed away, he left a yard alone for him.

Everything that is strange around him is the same to him.

He never expected anything, and if he did, he would not place this ridiculous ideology on others.

It wasn't until the appearance of Yanhe that the world of Hokuriku experienced devastating changes.

Even though he has been in a foreign land for many years, he still clearly remembers that day, the boy who broke through the wall that day.I remember the bright moon hanging on the treetops that night, the scent of sweet-scented osmanthus in the air, and that warm smile that can melt all the coldness in the world.

That boy's name is Yan He.

first day of school.

Hokuriku, Yanhe!

The gears of fate start turning and a slight deviation occurs.

Originally ranked according to height, Xu Lai, who was a little shorter, wanted to sit in front of Beilu Yanhe, but Xu Lai and Yanhe had a good relationship and could wear a pair of pants, so he had to ask Beilu to change them.

Bei Lu, who was about the same height as Yan He, sat in front of Yan He.

In order to express his gratitude, Xu Lai also took the initiative to show his friendship to Hokuriku.

Bei Lu didn't even look at him, he was immersed in his books.

That book is called - Plato's "Utopia".

This is what Yanhe saw.

Yan He was behind Bei Lu and patted him on the shoulder. Bei Lu was stunned for a moment, then leaned forward slightly, and Yan He's hand fell into the air.

Beilu took off the earphones, and only turned his head a little. Under the natural light, the round and white auricles had a little fluff, and the thin earlobes faced Yanhe.

Still did not take the initiative to speak.

Yan He broke the weird atmosphere, and said with a smile, "Well, classmate, let me introduce myself, my name is Yan He. Words are words, wooden words are more glances."

"En." Hokuriku just responded and continued to read his book, ignoring the two of them.

Beilu has had no friends since he was a child, and he doesn't need friends as a social creature at all.

He likes to be alone.

Yan He asked him to explain to him why he climbed over the wall that day, and hoped that he would not tell his grandparents, but seeing his temper, he probably wouldn't talk to them for a year.

In this way, they passed half the semester in peace.

Hokuriku didn't say a few words to them.

Even the name was remembered by Yan He when the teacher rolled the roll.

The seat next to Beilu has been vacant, and the classmate who was originally arranged has gone abroad with his parents.

Yan He and Yan Nian still lived at their grandparents' house, and he would occasionally go out over the wall to find Xu Lai at night.

There is always a light on on the second floor of Hokuriku Waigong's house.

The window was covered by heavy curtains, and only a figure could be vaguely seen sitting there.

That light always stays on all night.

Sometimes when Yanhe came back and saw that the lights were still on, he deliberately threw stones at the wall to see if Beilu would poke his head out.

However, as always, Hokuriku ignored Guo Yanhe.

Later, Yanhe also felt boring, and probably felt that Hokuriku was such a boring person.

When Beilu was reading a book in the room, he would always hear the rustling sound, which was no surprise.

Even the stone that hit the wall and rebounded into the yard, Hokuriku would not kick it under the wall until the next day.

It's just that once Yanhe accidentally stepped on the air and fell into his yard, making a lot of noise.

He let out a cry of surprise, and when he landed, he made a dull sound like a winter melon hitting the ground.

Hokuriku felt relieved unconsciously, and his brows, which had been slightly frowned all night because of solving the problem, relaxed.

The roar of the stinky brother breaking through the sky outside woke up the quiet night.

The originally dark courtyard next door was also lit up.

Grandpa Yan He's face was livid with anger, and he saw Yan He's shoe that had fallen under the sweet-scented osmanthus tree, standing on the other side of the courtyard wall and cursing desperately at Yan He.

That probably meant breaking his leg.

And Yan He, who fell under the tree, didn't care to talk back to his grandfather, and kept rubbing his butt. Fortunately, there was a small vegetable field that was not taken care of under the wall of Beilu Waigong's courtyard, and it was all soft soil.

Otherwise, Yan He's fall wasn't just a simple butt pain.

Beilu probably didn't want to hear his grandfather continue to scold him like this, so he got up and opened the old patterned curtains, pushed open some rusty windows, and threw a notebook to Yanhe.

"Here are the class notes you want." After finishing speaking, without looking at Yanhe, he closed the window coldly.

The thick ash accumulated on the window sill flew up and landed on Hokuriku's paper, choking Hokuriku to cough twice.

Yan He quickly picked up the notebook on the ground, and yelled at his grandfather through the wall confidently, "I'm here to borrow notes from my classmates, for fear of waking my stinky brother by going through the front door."

His grandpa's crutch made a bang bang sound on the ground.

His grandma kept talking nervously, "My good grandson, where did you fall, come back quickly and let grandma take a look." While talking, she also talked about his grandpa, "What if you scold him again and he doesn't come back? "

Hurry up and find the steps for the two of them to go down.

His grandfather opened and closed the door angrily and went into the house.

Yan He climbed over the wall again and returned home.

It's just that the game at night is about to go to waste again.

Inside the house, Hokuriku shook his head helplessly.

How can there be such a thick-skinned person in this world!

The next day, Yanhe waited for him at the gate of Beilu's house early.

Yan He had never met Bei Lu at the entrance of the alley in the morning when he went to school.

Because Hokuriku was always the first one to arrive at school, he never seemed to go to bed early.

Even on Saturdays and Sundays, the sound of his door opening and closing can be heard very early.

When Bei Lu opened the door early in the morning, he saw Yan He sitting at the door of his house with sleepy eyes and a yawning face.

He placed the blue and white patchwork uniform of Jinling Middle School on the concrete floor.

One trouser leg is high and the other is low, and the white sneakers are so black that they can't see their original appearance.

As far as Beilu knew, Yanhe's family was rich, how could he make himself look like a person rolling in mud.

I have injuries all day long, my shoelaces are always tied asymmetrically, and my school uniform never fits properly.

He looks like a fool all day long.

As soon as he saw Hokuriku coming out, he immediately stood up and handed him the breakfast in his hand.

The breakfast handed over was still steaming, Hokuriku didn't want to take it at first.

But the index finger hooked to the plastic bag was still wrapped in tape, and the blood from the wound was printed and stained on the surface.

He looked sincere.

Hokuriku hesitated for a moment, but still stretched out his slender hand and took it.

A ray of lazy light in the morning light wrapped around Yan He's body.

Soft and warm.

Facing the morning light, Yan He said with a smile on his eyes, "Let's go together."

There seemed to be a faint white light in Beilu's eyes meeting this ray of light.

It finally fell on his heart.

The morning sun is warm and soft.

Yan He pushed the cart and followed Bei Lu.

Hokuriku had his schoolbag on his right shoulder, earphones in his ears, and he was listening to the morning news to himself.

Yan He stepped on his long figure that fell on the ground.

One after the other.

walk slowly.

The quality of Beilu's sleep has improved a lot recently, and he only woke up from his sleep when the first ray of sunlight shone through the window on his bed in the morning.

There is no one on the sofa next to it, only the folds that have not been restored.

Another intern came in through the door, wearing the same white coat as Yan He, with the First Affiliated Hospital written on the top right of the clothes.

Yan He caught an intern in the group early in the morning, and asked him to go and help Bei Lu pull out the urinary catheter later.

Then the chest tube was clamped and he was allowed to get out of bed and move around.

And he himself has been taken away by the director for the past two days.

Hokuriku was wearing a hospital gown and had his urinary catheter removed. Although he was still wearing a chest tube, he was relaxed.

After dinner.

He swayed and walked in the corridor boredly.

Swaying, he swayed to the door of the doctor's office.

He stood there and poked his head halfway in.

Yan He was buried in a pile of medical records, the desk was in a mess, and the lid of the water glass was only half covered.

The water has run out of heat.

He rolled his sleeves up to his elbows, and he was still wearing a white coat casually. Fortunately, the collar was still flat.

The light outside the window refracted on the glass and finally fell on the dial on his right wrist.

Shine green.

The veins on his wrist protruded slightly, stretching upwards, and finally disappeared in his strong arms.

His face was full of irritability, but the movement of his hands did not stop.

It happened that a family member of a patient went to the office to look for him. When he looked up, he saw Hokuriku's soft half head exposed.

Immediately showed a cheerful smile.

Then he changed another doctor's sign to face the family members.

Seeing that he was busy, Bei Lu didn't go in.

Even if he went in, he didn't know what to say to him, so he just looked at him quietly.

He is also quite satisfied.

He wandered around the corridor twice more casually, passed by the office door inadvertently, and could still catch a glimpse of Yan He's expression about to collapse.

Sun Xinlu saw him swaying for a while, and reminded him that he had just recovered, and exercising should combine work and rest, and urged him to go back to the ward to rest.

After asking Sun Xinlu for a pen and a piece of A4 paper, Hokuriku paced back to the ward and half-lyed on the bed.

He has always had the habit of writing notes, but he doesn't know what he wants to write when he picks up the pen today.

When he wrote down his pen, the handsome outline of Yan He eight years later appeared in front of his eyes.The black lines continued to draw and extend on the white paper, making a rustling sound, and there was an emotion in his chest, as if a flood had found an outlet and poured down.

Spread around.

He finally wrote a few words on the white paper.

Yanhe!

long time no see!

In those few years in Kyoto, during those sleepless nights, Hokuriku always got up, and under the dim light, he imitated Yanhe's handwriting over and over again, writing Yanhe's name, and each stroke was like a stroke. Draw a sharp knife on his heart.

again and again.

One stroke after another.

Knife after knife.

In the end, the Yanhe he wrote was exactly the same as what Yanhe himself wrote.

Even the unrestrained He character has been learned perfectly.

In the end, the wound on his heart also healed, cracked and healed.

The pain was numb like someone else's.

Yan He was busy with everything and looked up. It was past six in the afternoon.

He returned to the ward with the lunch box sent by Xu Lai.

He thought that Hokuriku would wait for his footsteps like last time, and then pretend to be doing nothing.

Light cloud and wind.

But when he came in lightly, he saw Bei Lu half lying on the bed.

Half of his body was exposed, and the quilt was loosely covering his chest.

His brows didn't relax even in his sleep, and his thick eyebrows were almost squeezed together.

The corners of the eyes that are usually upturned and upturned, always unwilling to look at people, are also drooping quietly, and the few fine lines at the corners of the eyes have added a lot of maturity.

His nose is not as tall as Yanhe's, but it is just right, and the slightly wider nostrils make him more realistic.

It is said that people with wide noses are blessed, but why is Hokuriku so lucky?

Yan He touched his nose lightly, thinking in his heart.

Then his eyes fell on the piece of paper that slipped under the window sill not far away.

Yan He slowly walked over with his legs apart, took half a step back to the right, squatted down and picked it up.

On the paper was Yan He's appearance sitting in the office and working during the day.

On that, Yanhe had a smile on his lips.

Yan He thought to himself, it would be strange if I laughed during the day.

long time no see!

Yanhe!

Yan He stared at the last two words for a long time.

The moonlight swayed dimly in front of my eyes.

He thought of the alley they walked through together.

The alleys are deep and long,

He pushed the cart,

stepping on his shadow,

the wind passed him,

into his heart.