fly slowly

【22】

Few people provoke Zhang Hao anymore. Everyone knows that there is a bad-tempered King of the Mountain behind him.

Later, Lin Yimo found that the hot water in his pot was always full, and even the dirty clothes in the basin under the bed had been washed by others. He deliberately got off early for an evening self-study and caught the sneaky snail boy.

Lin Yimo stopped him and didn't put on a good face: "You don't need to do this, don't do this in the future."

Zhang Hao raised his small face, and said with emotion and reason: "Brother, you are so busy and late in your third year of high school. I have time, so I should help you do what I can." He blinked his eyes, She smiled shyly, "I still have to ask Brother Lin to cover up, right?"

When he laughed, just like Chu Xiao, he only had a dimple on his right cheek, which was clean and clear. Lin Yimo was in a daze, and somehow he answered in a daze.

He was always looking for a shadow unconsciously, and Lin Yimo was going crazy thinking about that shadow.

On Friday, Lin Yimo had a rare indulgence, and took Zhang Hao over the wall to skip class and go out to play skewers. He also said that he would teach him to drink, and drink for nothing.

Lin Yimo is not a problem if he drinks beer alone, and he doesn't care about drinking liquor alone, but if they drink together, he will be so drunk that he can't find Bei.

He dragged Zhang Hao desperately and clamored to take him to see his sister-in-law, he hugged the little boy's shoulders and leaned against his ear, whispering mysteriously: "He...he is very good-looking, he is waiting for me at home... Wait for me, I will take you to find him, find him! Go! Go!"

Lin Yimo staggered and dragged him home, Zhang Hao followed him step by step to support him, and whispered behind him, brother, be careful.

He has walked the way home many times, but it has never been so long. He can vaguely recognize the fountain downstairs, and the corridor of his house is directly opposite the rockery.

Lin Yimo looked up with dazed eyes, the upstairs balcony was pitch black, no one was waiting for him at all.

Zhang Hao poked his head out from under his armpit and asked cautiously, "Brother, which unit is it?"

Lin Yimo felt a wave of drunken nausea and dizziness hit his forehead. He turned his head to look at Zhang Hao, raised his hand to pinch his chin, his eyes were surprisingly bright and radiant, and Lin Yimo said slowly and steadily: "Smile for me!" Let me see."

Zhang Hao was baffled, but still obediently showed his dimples and smiled brilliantly, looking like a soft and clean boy.

He was completely dizzy, grabbed Zhang Hao and leaned against the wall, murmuring: "Chu Xiao, Chu Xiao..."

Zhang Hao felt a cool face, and a bitter salty taste in his mouth. He was surprised to perceive that the man who was hugging him who was fearless was crying.

Lin Yimo lifted his sweater and touched his ribs and waist. Zhang Hao blushed and couldn't help moaning. It's different, what's different, Lin Yimo thought confusedly, but I can't think of any difference, obviously the same soft and thin.

He stretched out his hand to untie Zhang Hao's belt, but Zhang Hao suddenly pressed his hand, and said shyly, "Don't...don't be here, there's someone on the other side..."

Lin Yimo calmed down, for some reason, he suddenly felt a sense of confusion mottled with fate, and subconsciously felt in a panic that once he looked back, many things in his life would be different.

He took a deep breath and looked back.

Under the pale street lights opposite, Chu Xiao, who was still wearing short-sleeves in December weather, stood quietly opposite with his suitcase supported. A private car slowly passed by, blocking his figure.

Lin Yimo thought it was a hallucination. After the car passed by, Chu Xiao still stood there quietly. He stared at Lin Yimo for a moment, with thousands of words in his eyes but remained motionless, like a lifeless sculpture, Lin Yimo Yimo couldn't see his expression clearly.

This night, Lin Yimo acted particularly ruthlessly. It seemed that only in this way could he prove that Chu Xiao was alive, not in his memory, not in his dream of endless self-torture.

He didn't know what it means to be manic and beat the pillow next to Chu Xiao's ear, scratching the duck down inside the pillow and falling on Chu Xiao's face, but he didn't breathe and fell on the small fluff on his face without trembling at all.

Chu Xiao looked at the ceiling out of focus, and his body was still bouncing up and down, almost hitting the headboard of the bed. Silence between each other will not solve any problems, Chu Xiao closed his eyes, and said in a hoarse voice: "Don't do this, I'm tired."

Lin Yimo restrained his desire, got up and pulled away, bringing out a puddle of whiteness, picked up Chu Xiao and went to the bathroom to wash it.

Chu Xiao bit his shoulder, leaving a circle of tooth marks that didn't bleed, and sighed while clutching his neck: "Let's all calm down...I'll be back tomorrow morning, you have to take good care of yourself."

Lin Yimo kissed his forehead, the blood all over his body was warmed up, and he said reassuringly, "Okay, okay."

【23】

When Lin Yimo was waiting for the red light at the crossroads, he saw the familiar side face in the black car on the opposite side, and the cars whizzed past in front of him amidst the heavy car exhaust.

The slowly rising window glass blocked the silhouette somewhat similar to himself, Lin Yimo suddenly had mixed feelings, and the only memory of this person in his mind seemed to be the vague concept of 'father'.

The black car drove away in a daze in Lin Mo's mind.

Lin Yimo followed up on his bicycle in a strange way, not knowing what he wanted to prove and what kind of result he wanted.

To his surprise, the car stopped downstairs in a residential building, and Lin Mo followed him. Seeing the man knocking on the door, he immediately hid in the corner of the stairs. The person who opened the door was a woman, a charming but gentle-looking woman The woman, the woman put her toes around the man's neck and smiled lowly in the man's arms.

After closing the door with a 'bang', Chu Xiao came back to his senses, clenched his fists tightly, staring at the door, he suddenly thought of Wu Shuzhen, who was so chic, she was really a silly woman.

Lin Yimo simply sat on the stairs, holding his hair helplessly with his hands. He leaned against the mottled old wall, squinted his eyes and fell asleep. Always living in the memory, he thought of the man's generous palm, dry and warm, holding him so that he would not be afraid of falling, and remembered all the warmth and peace of mind he gave him in the past.

It turned out that it was all an illusion, an illusion woven with deliberate deliberation, and he deceived himself into it.

Since when did he even pretend to be pretending?

How can this person be so heartless?

Lin Yimo shook his head vigorously, suddenly he didn't want to go anywhere, just wanted to sit quietly like this, he didn't know what he was expecting, would he be moved, surprised, or ashamed when the man came out and saw his son.

The twilight is all together, the moonlight is faint, like fog and misty.

People are most likely to miss when they are most at a loss, and they most expect to have someone to accompany them. He really wants to call Chu Xiao, but he agreed to give each other time and space to calm down, and he can't disturb him.

Turning your head and looking through the hollowed-out windows in the corridor, you can see that the lights are brightly lit in every house, and the aroma of rice and porridge is wafting around. Residential buildings are very close to each other. Listening carefully, you can even hear the sound of adults calling their children to eat.

Lin Mo was awakened by the cold several times at night, his consciousness was fuzzy, but he stubbornly refused to leave. He hugged himself and shivered in the corridor, exhaling white hot air from his mouth. The winter night is such a bitingly cold and thoroughly chilled air Zhong Linmo couldn't help being sleepy, so he nestled into a ball and fell asleep.

As if it was a dream again, he faintly heard Chu Xiao's voice, arguing, breaking, and then everything returned to calm, and the cold wind howled.

In the early morning, Lin Moyi just woke up from the cold when he heard the sound of the door being turned. He suddenly stood up and ran upstairs, but his legs were numb, his eyes were dark and he almost fell down. Fortunately, he held the stairs Holding the handrail, he struggled to run up, nestled in a corner, watched the man and the woman leave together, opened his mouth to shout, but what did he want to shout, laughed at himself, and watched them get into the car and leave.

Lin Yimo walked down the stairs slowly step by step with trembling legs, and the door creaked open again. After seeing the person who opened the door, Lin Moyi couldn't laugh anymore, his expression was frozen, he What does it mean to come out of this house.

Fate made a big joke for them, but no one laughed.

"Didn't you say you went back?"

Except for a moment of astonishment when he opened the door, Chu Xiao remained calm. He seemed to have expected such a day sooner or later. He stared into Lin Yimo's eyes, unwilling to miss a little fluctuation: "Come here to solve some problems."

Lin Yimo nodded, wanting to say something caring to him as usual, but turned around and punched the iron door next to him, the violent bang couldn't suppress his anger and questioned: "When did you know ? Your mother and my father?" He almost laughed out loud at the end.

"From the moment I saw that family photo, I recognized him. You are very similar to him."

Lin Yimo thumped violently a few more times desperately, and couldn't help laughing muffledly: "Is it fun to tease me? Have you played enough?"

Chu Xiao's heart seemed to be grabbed by someone, and it was torn out bloody and fleshy again. He wanted to show it to Lin Yimo, to see that it was beating for him every moment.

"She said she was looking for someone she loved and loved her, and then she left, and now she has found it, that person—it's your father, I can't stop it."

Lin Yimo didn't know if his heart was bleeding when the most familiar face in his life said the most difficult and difficult words in his life. He remembered that Chu Xiao said it over and over again in his arms, Lin Moyi, don't leave me, definitely not, never.

But he didn't remember how he escaped from this place in embarrassment that day, from the world with Chu Xiao.

Lin Yimo said to him: "Let me go, I really don't want to see you anymore."

The author has something to say:

The ending of the next chapter is fake abuse.