The boy next door came out

Yanhe, I am Hokuriku

February 2019, 02

October is pale,

starry sky,

Yan Xiao Yan Yan,

Bright as day.

While in the hospital, Bei Lu didn't talk to Yan He much, most of the time Yan He spoke first, and Bei Lu responded to him.

Then there was a long silence.

Then it was Yanhe who started looking for something to talk to.

Hokuriku continued to respond to him.

Then silence.

Such a cycle goes on and on, but it is also harmonious.

Yan He didn't mention the questions he wanted to ask, it seemed that Bei Lu was like a friend who had been away for many years and came back again, and he should treat him as a landlord.

In fact, this is how Yanhe comforts himself and paralyzes himself.

How can you not hate when you say hate, more than half of the terrible, busy and clueless life I live now is because of Hokuriku.

But some things have been kept in his heart for a long time, and when the sun is shining brightly one day, when he is exposed to the sun, he is reluctant to part with it.

He was afraid that after drying, it would be wiped out and could no longer be collected.

I can't repeatedly take it out and hate it at night when I can't sleep.

He is like a Metasequoia tree planted in a desolate place, the part exposed above the ground will grow straight in the sun even in the wind and rain, while the part buried in the ground will not receive sunlight all day long, and will keep turning to the sun. The dark depths stretch, absorbing all, and finally forming an indivisible whole.

Once the two parts fall apart, they are in a desperate situation and a dead end.

Bei Lu didn't have a lot of things with him, so Yan He packed them up, greeted his colleagues in the ward, and took Bei Lu to the underground garage.

Yan He was wearing casual clothes.Gray sweatpants, black short down jacket.He put his left hand in his trousers pocket, and his right hand carried Hokuriku's bag.

Bei Lu, who was following behind, was packed tightly. Before he left, Yan He specially brought him a medical mask, and he was wearing a CANADAGOOSE long down jacket.The whole person only showed a pair of eyes outside.

The fur of the down jacket and hat was too long, and kept brushing his eyelashes, so he could only keep his head down as much as possible and follow Yan He's footsteps.

Yan He's flashy AJs made Bei Lu's eyes hurt, and thanks to the bold color scheme and Yan He's bold outfit, Hok Lu was able to know that Yan He was by his side in the crowded elevator.

And he didn't lose track.

There were quite a few people who greeted Yan He along the way, and one could tell that Yan He was usually very popular in the hospital.

When he got to Yanhe's car in the underground garage, there was already a thin layer of sweat on Beilu's forehead.

The complexion also recovered a lot of blood, and it was full of luster.

Just as Yan He was about to start the car, he caught a glimpse of Bei Lu holding his breath and trying to pull the seat belt at hand. Yan He turned slightly, and stretched out his left hand first to help him pull the seat belt over and fasten it.

In the narrow space, half of Yan He's body almost covered Bei Lu's body. His ear tips, which were a little cold from the cold, brushed gently across the back of Bei Lu's hand covering the wound.

Bei Lu shrank his hand subconsciously, and it happened that the back of his hand inadvertently brushed the cheek that Yan He was trying to lift.

The wheat-colored skin feels like the freshly awakened wind blowing across the water in early spring.

It caused a burst of small ripples.

The temperature of the air conditioner in the car had just risen at this time, and the air outlet was facing Hokuriku.

His face turned red instantly.

Before Bei Lu could react, Yan He helped him pull down the zipper of the down jacket.

Only then did I really sit down and start the car.

"The temperature of the air conditioner in the car has only risen, so don't pull down the clothes too much. The wound has not fully healed, try not to do big cross-chest movements, and don't put your arms if you can."

With slightly rough hands, Yan He slowly turned the steering wheel and drove the car out of the underground garage.

"Okay." Beilu took advantage of the car to turn, and when Yanhe turned his head to the left to look in the rearview mirror, he turned his head slightly carefully.

There was only time to catch sight of Yan He's short hair and thick eyebrows.

He looked away.

Yan He seemed to be aware of it, but he didn't turn his head to look at him, and continued to concentrate on driving.

Hokuriku pretended to close his eyes and rest.

Yanhe's apartment is not far from the hospital, and closer to the school in Beilu.

It's just that the traffic is too congested. It took seven turns and eight turns on the road to reach the community, and it was blocked at the entrance of the community for more than ten minutes.

It's no wonder that Yanhe's apartment is located on Jinling Beichang Street, just across the road from the most prosperous Nanchang Street.

It just happened to be quiet in the middle of the noise.

And from the outside, it conforms to the recently popular new Chinese aesthetics, which is low-key and luxurious.

The people who live here are either rich or expensive.

It can be seen from the cars lining up behind to enter the community.

They managed to park the car and go upstairs.

Beilu thought that Yanhe's apartment would be a mess.

But when you open the door and come in, the windows are bright and clean.

Yan He said with a smile, "I called the housekeeper yesterday to scan it. Don't worry."

Hokuriku put on slippers and walked from the entrance to the living room. This apartment is more than 100 square meters, and the decoration is very simple. Except for one bedroom, other functional areas can be seen in a panoramic view.

Open kitchen, open living room, open game room.

There is also an enclosed glass showcase.

There are various figures and gunpla inside.

But on the first floor of the showcase, there are only Naruto and Sasuke sent by Hokuriku back then.

Yan He later wanted to put together a whole set, but when he bought it, he thought it was a little annoying, so he gave it to Xu Lai.

Hokuriku stared straight at the transparent glass showcase with lonely eyes, and he suddenly asked, "Is Naruto ending?"

There was a smirk hidden in Yanhe's deep eyes, "It's the end, the blogger biography is out." Yanhe was afraid that Hokuriku would not understand, so he added, "The bloggers are Uzumaki Naruto and Hinata Hinata's child."

The first semester of high school ended, during that winter vacation.

During the winter vacation in Hokuriku, he would either stay at home and read books, or go to the city library to read books.

In short, he doesn't have any other hobbies. When Yan He sees him, he is mostly reading or on the way to read a book.

It just so happened that the winter vacation had just begun.

When Yan He went out that day, he happened to meet Bei Lu who locked the door at the door.

He didn't even think about it, since Hokuriku was going to read anyway, why not take him to the bookstore outside.

How boring are the books in the city library.

So he took a taxi and took Bei Lu and Yan Nian to the bookstore next to the school.

Yan Nian kept chattering along the way.Yan Nian, Bei Lu had met several times.

We usually meet each other on the way from school.

Although she didn't say much, Hokuriku was deeply impressed by her voice.

Because when she greeted herself, she was soft and waxy, sweet like the smell of cotton candy at the school gate.

But when she was jumped angrily by Yan He, her voice was extremely penetrating.

Once, Hokuriku was so frightened by her scream that he plugged in his earphones.

He thought to himself, how could Yan He even bully Yan Nian!

There are not many good books in the bookstore next to the school, most of them are tutoring homework, as well as mock papers from tutors from famous schools.

For example, Huanggang Middle School simulation paper.

It was all the rage and sold out.

After wandering around Hokuriku for several times, I couldn't find anything I wanted to read. The translated versions of foreign literature were not as refined as those in the city library, and the versions of domestic works were relatively outdated.

Really boring.

On the contrary, Yan He and Yan Nian gathered together in the so-called social literature area.

The small circle of ground was full of young students, who read all kinds of books with great interest, and some even ignored the sign prohibiting making noise, and couldn't help laughing.

Bei Lu quietly walked behind Yan He, wanting to see why he was so interesting.

Unexpectedly, before Beilu approached Yanhe, Yanhe leaned back laughing, bumping his head backwards into Beilu's calf.

When he saw Hokuriku coming over, he quickly took his hand and explained the plot to him, but Naruto's cause and effect were too long, and the more Yanhe talked, the more chaotic it became.

Hokuriku was also confused.

He casually picked up the comic book on the shelf, with Naruto and Sasuke drawn on the cover.

Open it casually and take a look. There are only two of them in it, but there is no upgrade to fight monsters, and there are only daily conversations between the two of them.

"We're not dating..."

.........

.........

Hokuriku didn't understand the character relationship of Naruto that day.

Because when he couldn't help holding the book in his hand, he asked Yanhe, "Sasuke and Naruto still have a relationship?"

Yan He laughed even harder, but didn't answer him.

Bei Lu lay quietly on the sofa, looking at Yan He who seldom cooks in the kitchen but is still trying to get busy.

Complicated emotions flooded into his heart again.

He's been feeling weak all these years.He is so weak that he avoids himself.

Cover up any weakness you may have with a deadpan face.

Since he was a child, he felt that his self-enclosure was the best protection for himself.

His floating life has not stopped, he is like duckweed, when he meets Yanhe, he almost forgets his loneliness.

As soon as Yan He stepped into the house, he was busy.Crackling and frantic operations in the kitchen.

He whistled rhythmically, his sleeves rolled up to his elbows, and he was busy at the stove.

Maybe it was because it hadn't been used for a long time, he even turned on the fire a few times before opening it.

Even the unfamiliar pot was found by rummaging through boxes and cabinets wherever it was placed.

But he still had everything he needed ready.

Bei Lu was lying on the sofa in the living room, never smelling what he was burning.

All I know is that he is very busy.

All kinds of sounds can be heard endlessly.

Until Yan He ran over with a hot bowl, put the bowl on the tea table in front of him, and pinched the tips of his ears with both hands to relieve the scorching heat.

"Today's Lantern Festival, I didn't ask Xu Lai to bring the food, and the takeaway was mushy. When the housekeeping aunt came yesterday, I asked her to buy Ningbo hand-ground glutinous rice balls downstairs."

Yanhe handed Beilu a white spoon, squatted on the edge of the coffee table, crossed his hands on his knees, and looked at Beilu eagerly.

Like a child waiting to be praised, his eyes are full of innocence and radiant.

Let people fall into it in the next second.

Beilu reached out to take the spoon, as if it weighed a thousand catties, and his hands trembled a little under the weight. The heat in the bowl was lingering, and his eyes were blurred.

But the glutinous rice balls in the bowl are all full, snow-white like pearls and jade, shining under the reflection of the crystal lamp in the living room.

Hokuriku sniffed unnaturally, and said in a deep, slightly nasal voice, "Let's eat together."

Yanhe continued to look at Beilu, without getting up, "It's the first time I played, and many of them are stuck. I'll just make some instant noodles later."

Beilu's heart was suddenly turbulent, he took a mouthful of glutinous rice balls, and before he had time to taste any fillings, he used the excuse of being hot, turned his face away, did not dare to blink his eyes, raised his head slightly, panted loudly, and let the breath out His voice overwhelmed his own sobs.

Seeing that he was hot, Yan He got up quickly, "It's hot, you can eat it cold, I'll go to instant noodles."

It's a good thing he's gone.

Hokuriku slowly turned his head when he heard the sound of him being dragged into the kitchen.

The forbearance in his eyes was as thick as ink, stained with the tears in his heart, and spread quickly, he couldn't take it back even if he wanted to.

Because it has been printed and dyed to the viscera, meridians, skin and skin of the whole body.

The author has something to say: this Sasuke and Naruto is just what I thought about when I watched it myself, whore wants to hit me! ! !