Zamoli

Chang Ming'an's body is naturally hot, like a big heater, even the soles of his feet that are most likely to get cold are warm.

When He Mu woke up, he found that he had already snuggled into Chang Ming'an's arms, his nose was pressed against Chang Ming'an's chest, his feet were stuffed between Chang Ming'an's overlapping feet, and his ankles were knocking against his ankles. He was too warm.Chang Ming'an put his hands loosely around his waist, breathing steadily and blowing his hair.

He Mu couldn't help moving his head, and rubbed Chang Ming'an with the tip of his nose.Chang Mingan moved in his sleep, He Mu quickly stopped, raised his head quietly, and met the eyes of the sleepy Chang Mingan.

Hearing each other's breath, He Mu watched Chang Ming'an's gaze from bewilderment to sobriety and then narrowed slightly. The distance between the two of them could kiss each other with a slight probe. It was too close, and He Mu could even see Chang Ming'an. There is a faint mole on the bridge of the nose, and a new light blue stubble.

The phone next to the pillow rang an alarm, like a finger popping a bubble.

Both of them blushed, got out of bed one after another, and washed up separately.

Today is the winter solstice, Chang Mingan wants to have dinner with Chang's mother Yang Xiaozhen, he wanted to ask He Mu if he had any arrangements, but after thinking about it, he still didn't ask.Chang Ming'an knew very little about He Mu's family. He only knew that his mother, Ms. He, had passed away, when, why, and who would take care of him after his mother passed away. up.

"Well, I won't come back for dinner today..." He Mu was about to go out, and just after he finished explaining this sentence, he felt that he was really stupid. It was the winter solstice, and Chang Ming'an would definitely have dinner with his family. Who could control him? Can't come back to eat.

Chang Ming'an didn't go out in the morning, but in the afternoon, he would go shopping with Ms. Yang Xiaozhen, and then they would go shopping together and cook a winter solstice feast.

He hesitated to speak, and finally asked: "Do you eat dumplings or glutinous rice balls during the winter solstice?"

He Mu thought for a while and said, "Tangyuan, stuffed with sesame seeds."

Chang Mingan helped him pull out the end of the ponytail tucked into the scarf, and said, "Okay."

He Mu first took the bus for almost an hour to a columbarium in the suburbs.

A small three-storey building with the mountain on its back and the lake facing the lake. It is a bit chilly in winter, but it is beautiful in spring, summer and autumn. It is quiet and deserted. The ashes of his mother, Ms. He, are placed here.She wasn't here originally, but her uncle's family put her in a very cheap columbarium farther away. The ashes are placed here.

I don't know anything about birthdays and death festivals, and my uncle's family never mentioned her, and there was nothing good to say about her, so he had to come and see her every winter solstice, a family reunion festival like this.

In the small three-storey columbarium, except for the peak season of sacrifices like Qingming, there are no people there, only the old man who guards sits at the door with a cigarette in his mouth, nodding his head to say hello to He Mu.Inside the small building are neatly placed large cabinets as high as the ceiling, with small compartments in the cabinets. Ms. He's ashes are placed very inside, a place near the window.

My uncle's family doesn't have her photo, and He Mu naturally won't have one. The photo of her placed in front of the coffin is from her ID card. She is very young, wearing a plain cheongsam, with a big braid hanging down her chest, smiling like A lily in the forest.She also has a pair of slightly raised almond eyes, which are more charming than He Mu, and there is a tear mole under the eyes that He Mu does not have.

He Mu took out a small floral rag from his schoolbag, helped Miss He wipe the photo frame and urn in the small grid, carefully arranged them, closed the glass door again, and looked at Miss He's photo in a daze , I don't know what to say.After a while, he whispered, "I'm leaving."

Although it is cold today, some sunshine comes in through the tall and narrow windows, so quiet that you can hear the sound of breathing.

Others may think it's eerie, but He Mu doesn't.When he passed by other grids, he saw two photos placed in the same grid, the young heroic boy and the girl in the costume of the Republic of China, the ashes of each other.Every grid has a long story.

At the same time, Chang Mingan was accompanying Yang Xiaozhen to the supermarket.

Ms. Yang Xiaozhen took the lead, lashing out at Fang Qiu, pointing out where to hit, and Chang Mingan followed behind pushing the shopping cart, throwing various daily necessities and food into it according to her requirements.

"Tenderloin! It's tenderloin! Why did you throw a frozen pork bone in there!" Yang Xiaozhen took out the frozen pork bone he threw in.

Chang Ming An has just been in a trance, he was thinking, when he woke up, when he and He Mu stared at each other, he saw the envy in He Mu's eyes, at that moment, the atmosphere was so good, he even wanted to bow his head and kiss Going on, does not involve any desire and greed, just simply want to be close to each other and get closer to each other.

Do they like each other?

Chang Ming'an had also been in several relationships with beginnings and ends, but he suddenly became unfamiliar with the emotion of "like".

"Where did you lose your soul?" Yang Xiaozhen glared at him, and threw a handful of cabbage into the shopping cart.

"It's nothing."

Yang Xiaozhen quickly changed the subject: "How about that girl last time?"

Chang Ming'an almost forgot about the blind date that ended without a problem, and then remembered, and said frankly: "It's not very good, it's not suitable."

Yang Xiaozhen hated iron but not steel: "Inappropriate? What kind of appropriate?"

Chang Mingan didn't answer her, but just shook his head and smiled.Yang Xiaozhen is hot-tempered, but Chang Mingan is soft-tempered. A punch is like sinking into cotton, with nowhere to focus, and there is nothing to do with him.

When the mother and son returned to the car after shopping, Chang Mingan asked her: "Why don't you go back to the school? I made an appointment this morning to replace the air conditioners in the living room and bedroom with inverter ones. It will be more comfortable to turn on the heater in winter." .”

Yang Xiaozhen asked suspiciously: "Aren't you afraid of the cold? How can you spend this money?"

Chang Mingan touched his nose: "It's warmer and more comfortable."

It was almost noon when He Mu arrived at his uncle's house. His uncle was watching TV on the sofa, his aunt was busy in the kitchen, and his cousins ​​and husbands were playing with their children.He entered the room, as if he was a transparent person, everyone just looked up at him, and went about their own business.

He Mu's original small room became a utility room after he moved out. He had nowhere to hide, so he had to sit in the corner of the sofa with his pocket in his pocket, without saying a word.

He lived in his uncle's house as long as he could remember, and his mother was an indecent, self-inflicted, and mentally ill woman in their mouths.How can you commit suicide if your brain is not sick, depression?That's a neurosis that only people who are full will suffer from.When he was in high school, he was found to like to wear women's clothes and like the same sex. They began to call him a pervert, but later they treated him as a transparent person.

At the dinner table, the uncle asked him casually: "He Mu, is your mother's old house going to be demolished?"

This is the reason.

The dumpling that He Mu ate whole choked in his throat, and he couldn't get up or down.

He wants to eat glutinous rice balls, sweet ones with sesame fillings.