fly slowly

【VII】

Lin Yimo threw his cool mountain bike into the garage and replaced it with a warm little eDonkey.

Dangling, riding a donkey with his daughter-in-law on his back, working at sunrise and resting at sunset, Lin Yimo felt that he was living such a happy life now.

The weather is getting colder and you can exhale heat when you speak. Winter is coming.

Chu Xiao stood at the intersection of the street waiting for Lin Yimo and his little donkey, carrying soy milk and meat sandwiches in his hands, took out a small self-made vocabulary book to memorize, and couldn't help stamping his feet in the cold wind.

After a while, Lin Yimo stopped in front of him on time, consciously took the soy milk and pancakes and hung them on the handlebars, glanced at Chu Xiao's exposed ankles, frowned and asked, "Why don't you know how to wear long johns? Didn't your mother remind you?"

Chu Xiao was not in the mood to talk to him, so he sat on the back seat, poked his waist and said, "Let's go."

"Go back and put on your long johns, do you hear me? Otherwise, you will have cold legs in the future."

"I haven't worn long johns... Hurry up, I'm going to be late!"

Lin Yimo took off the scarf around his neck and put it on for him safely, holding his hand on his waist.

"Sit down, let me show you my whirlwind little donkey!"

"Ride slowly, safety first."

"You make it fast for a while, and slow for a while, why are you so annoying?"

Chu Xiao pinched the itchy flesh on his waist: "You can't speak human words anymore, can you?"

"Hahaha...Chu Xiaoxiao...hahaha"

Chu Xiao patted him lightly on the head, and said with a smile, "Okay, let's go!"

Lin Yimo was driving leisurely in front, and asked seemingly unintentionally, "Where do you plan to go for the holiday in a few days?"

"I'm not going anywhere, I have something to do during the holidays."

"Going to make up lessons?"

"Ah."

Lin Yimo let out a long sigh, and continued to chat with him with a smile.

At the school gate, Lin Yimo stopped the car, and when Chu Xiao got out of the car, he didn't enter the school gate, but took off the meat sandwich, took two bites, drank half a cup of soy milk, and turned back on the handlebar.

Chu Xiao asked in surprise, "Where are you going?"

Lin Yimo: "I remember that something has been lost, you go in first, and I will call Lao Ban later to ask for leave."

"Don't eat first! You'll feel uncomfortable if you get the cold air in your stomach, so eat it when you get home." Chu Xiao took his pancakes and soybean milk, sealed them in bags and put them in the front car basket.

"Then I'm leaving."

At first, I thought it was Lin Yimo's laziness and wanting to skip class, but he didn't expect that when the whole school was going down to do exercises during the big break, Lin Yimo appeared at the door of Chu Xiao's class with his schoolbag on his shoulders.

Among the crowd that filed out, he caught Chu Xiao accurately, half pushed and half pulled him into the toilet cubicle.

The puberty boy is full of blood, and even the smell of urinating is very strong. The smell in the men's room is always hard to describe. Lin Yimo confined him in a small space, too close, but Chu Xiao only smelled it He smelled of clean soap and a faint smell of cigarettes.

Chu Xiao twitched his nose and asked, "Are you smoking again?"

Lin Yimo hesitated: "I'm quitting, I'm quitting... But you have to take your time, right?"

Chu Xiao pushed him, and then asked, "Did you drag me here for something?"

Lin Yimo moved closer, stared into his eyes, and said slowly, "Take off your pants."

Chu Xiao's face was pale in an instant, his eyes were so fragile that he was not like himself, and he looked up at Lin Yimo in disbelief.

Lin Yimo repeated without doubt: "Didn't understand? Take off your pants."

"You fucking..." Before Chu Xiao slapped him, he silently took out... a pair of long johns from his schoolbag?

Ten minutes later, Chu Xiao came out of the cubicle refreshed, followed by Lin Yimo, who still had half of his face swollen and ravaged.

Aggrieved, Lin Yimo handed over the big bag in his hand, and said in a low voice, "There are still several in it. Although I made them a few years ago, they are still quite warm. You should wear them just fine."

Chu Xiao tugged at the thin layer inside through his outer pants, lowered his head unconsciously in a daze.

He looked out the door unconsciously, walked over and took off Lin Yimo's hand covering his face, and leaned over to kiss his face under his suspicious eyes.

The slogans of the students downstairs one, two, three, one, two, three sounded one after another, and the sound of chaotic footsteps gradually faded away. In the filthy environment, Lin Yimo heard his cleanest boy say: "Got it!" ,Thank you."

【eight】

The Chinese New Year is coming, and the school will only have a holiday when it is close to the end of the new year. This year, the management is so strict that there is no way for the school to count on its fingers, and it will have to be given for a whole month.

But Lin Yimo couldn't be happy at all, and with a sullen face, he tore up a practice question from a five-three book to fold the plane.

The class representative who collected the homework was hesitant to talk when he passed by him, and finally said something in a low voice: "The page you just tore up will be checked by the old class later..."

Lin Yimo said indifferently without blinking an eye: "It's okay, what I tore is Zhang Huaixun's."

Zhang Huaixun, who was sleeping in the front row, sat up startled in a dying dream, and with a black face, he grabbed the golden cover of the five-year college entrance examination and three-year simulation from his hand to read.

... The paralyzed one is really my own!

Zhang Huaixun blushed and was about to explode, Lin Yimo stood up and pressed his shoulder, and said with a smile, "Mo Fang, brother, I'll borrow a book from Xueba for you, and I'll wait."

Zhang Huaixun pretended to take the opportunity to hug his thigh: "Brother, you can also lend me Xueba's notes~"

Lin Yimo smiled and said, "Get away, my daughter-in-law... Can you read Xueba's notes!"

Zhang Huaixun was still dazed and sleepy and murmured: "Xueba's surname is Xi...Brother Lin, do you know Xi Liang from class one?"

Lin Yimo murmured amusedly as he went out: "Xi Liang? I still lay a mat on a bed... Did this person's parents have a brain hole when they chose their names..."

...Xi Liang? !Damn, that's not the person who wrote the love letter to Xiao Xiao'er!He has read that love letter eight hundred times and will never remember it wrong!

Lin Yimo had mixed feelings for a while.

Chu Xiao was cleaning the blackboard, Lin Yimo crossed the distance between the two teaching buildings with his long legs, stood at the door and shouted: "Chu Xiao, lend me your math five and three!"

Chu Xiao said naturally, "Get it yourself."

Lin Yimo didn't think much about picking up the books on his desk and went to look for them.

He raised his eyebrows, very good, and caught another hidden love letter, didn't it mean that Chu Xiao's melancholy and frail youth style is no longer popular these days?

Alas, but his youth is so outstanding, it is only natural that he is liked by others.

He sighed and put the love letter back calmly. Doing this kind of thing once is already beyond the reach, not to mention that he has seen his heart clearly and has enough trust in Chu Xiao.

But I couldn't help but glance over, Xi Liang is Xi Liang, why don't you cool your bed and quilt? !

Lin Yimo took out Wusan, went to Chu Xiao's side and whispered: "I'm leaving, I don't think I can take you back tonight because I have something to do, I will contact you often after the holiday, by the way, be careful with that kind of mat."

Chu Xiao was puzzled: "Does your family still lay mats in winter?"

"Pfft..." I don't even know who Xi Liang is, at least he's in the same class, my silly baby!

"Well, it's okay, remember to call me back!"

"understood."

【Nine】

On the 29th of the twelfth lunar month, there are still guests at home.

There was a strange sound coming from the next room, Chu Xiao had already learned how to block this sound, but today's fight lasted for an unusually long time, and the passion was hard to stop.

He took off the earphones with a blank expression, and wanted to go to the bathroom to wash his face. Just as he opened the door of the room, a person came out of the next room and bumped into him.

A strange, handsome man with deep outlines.

Chu Xiao lost his mind, and for no reason began to miss Lin Yimo again.

The woman in the room also came out, and was slightly surprised when she saw Chu Xiao: "Are you at home?"

Chu Xiao nodded and said, "I'm leaving right away, and I won't be back in a few days."

The man who was smoking silently in the living room remembered something, looked at Chu Xiao with erratic eyes, and asked abruptly like a father to his child: "Do you have any money? Not enough, I'll get you some."

Chu Xiao's face was sullen, and he couldn't laugh, so he could only hastily said: "No need, I'll leave now."

Turning around and entering the house, he simply packed up, put his schoolbag on his back and slammed the anti-theft door, and left home alone at a time when the atmosphere of the year was everywhere.

Dilapidated residential buildings with peeling walls, random wires hanging overhead in the smoggy air, and naughty children playing with cannons in the corridors, the echoes are endless and the whole building is crackling.

Some adults came out and scolded them.

The phone in his pocket suddenly vibrated a few times, Chu Xiao clicked on it and saw a photo of Lin Yimo hugging left and right.

Suddenly I was speechless.

Immediately afterwards, Lin Yimo sent another sentence, "You are young, you have cats and dogs, but you don't have a boyfriend." He also added an aggrieved expression by the way.

In the photo, Lin Yimo has a fluffy golden fur on the left and a fluffy folded ear on the right. The three are nestled together in a ball and are looking cute at the camera.

Lin Yimo sent a shy emoji and asked, "All three of me will be handed over to you, and the fluffy ones feel really good! Do you want to be tempted!"

Chu Xiao was as immobile as a mountain: "Are you furry too?"

"Hmm... why don't you try~"

The wavy line at the end made Chu Xiao's skin crawl.

Chu Xiao entered an Internet cafe while chatting with him, the network administrator at the bar saw him and greeted him familiarly: "Do you want to change shift now?"

Chu Xiao looked at his watch, smiled and said, "Change it, you go home early for the New Year."

The two counted the stock of food and drink, and paid the bill on the machine. Chu Xiao sat at the bar and adjusted the overnight mode.

Among the various smells of smoke that linger and waft, even opening the exhaust vent to the maximum has no effect.

Going to the night market is not only for the players who play games, but also for the network administrators. Chu Xiao almost fell asleep several times. In his dream, he could hear the young guy clacking on the keyboard and howling for noodles and money. To replace the mouse keyboard.

I really want to unplug the wires...!

Once the night market is over, there are basically few people there. On New Year's Eve, everyone should go back to celebrate the New Year.

No matter how little work there is, he has to keep doing it. He repeats the fixed sentence over and over in a numb manner like going through the process: "Swipe the ID card."

"How much do you charge? Internet cafe privileges, all heroes, all skins, [-] get [-] free, [-] get [-] free."

"Tube noodles are five yuan, and Hongqiqu Dihao is eleven. If you think it's too expensive, go outside to buy it. There is no Yellow Crane Tower."

After doing anything for a long time, it will become boring and boring, and he can't figure out how to live a good life. Everyone seems to be housed in a huge cage, obedient and docile, each performing their own duties, tirelessly troubled and stable in this world.

Chu Xiao wanted to be locked in this cage that was hated by many people, and it was better to be locked up firmly, so he had to desperately climb out of the abyss that held him back, the fucking abyss.

He has no way to complain. After reading books for more than ten years, he finally feels that how people live is just the sigh of people after going through vicissitudes—this is life.

On the night of thirty, there was indeed no one there, and the street outside was also deserted, except for the distant noise of fireworks and firecrackers.

The owner of the Internet cafe is a very nice uncle, and he doesn’t close the door at thirty, saying that every year there will always be homeless people, leaving a place can at least give them a place to live. Chu Xiao knows that the uncle is a person with a story, like Who are you waiting for.

Uncle's business is getting better and better, good people get good rewards.

The live broadcast of the Spring Festival Gala couldn't be accessed because there were too many people, so Chu Xiao simply closed the page after struggling for 10 minutes.

The lights of thousands of families are reunion.

Just thinking about him, Lin Yimo just called in. There seemed to be wind on his side, and his voice was still trembling: "Xiao Xiaoer, it's snowing!"

Chu Xiao leaned out and took a look outside the door. Unexpectedly, in the blink of an eye, a light snow really started to fall, and it fell slowly and peacefully.

"Well, the snow is a little late this year, where are you outside?"

"I came out to fire the cannons, and I'll be back in a while!"

Not long after, I heard a burst of loud firecrackers, as if I could smell the gunpowder through the mobile phone.

Both of them were silent for a while, which was rare.

Chu Xiao heard Lin Yimo chuckle and said softly, as if coaxing a sleeping child, "I miss you very much...Chu Xiao, happy new year."

Chu Xiao pressed his forehead against the bar, closed his eyes and took a deep breath: "Happy New Year."

"I miss you too."

The author has something to say:

Hehehe, today is super hardworking!