[Bottle evil] Waiting for the migratory birds to fly back

They stopped in this familiar court, and Wu Xie looked at the newly painted basketball hoop with nostalgia, as if he could still recall the scene where he used to make a three-step layup under this hoop.

When recalling everything in the past now, the memory is as beautiful as a filter, the corners of his mouth raised slightly, and when he looked back at Zhang Qiling, there was light in his eyes.

Zhang Qiling was in a trance, almost thinking that the one standing in front of him was the same young man running against the wind and laughing wantonly back then.

Wu Xie took a deep breath, then turned around to face Zhang Qiling and said, "You know what, in fact, what I regret most these years is that I didn't get to watch your basketball game at that time."

As soon as the words fell, Zhang Qiling held his breath almost instantly, and Wu Xie's eyes also flicked aside.

For the two of them, and even for everyone back then, this topic was a deep scar in their hearts. When Wu Xie saw this basketball court, he couldn't help blurting out these words. When he came out, he thought he would feel pain in his heart, but to his surprise, he was not as sad as he imagined.

Maybe the scar had scabbed over, he opened the blood scab, and there was new skin underneath, and opening the wound didn't hurt as much as he thought.

His second uncle was right, time really is a good medicine to heal pain blindly.

His heart lightened suddenly, and the thoughts brewing in his heart just now began to inflate infinitely like a blown balloon. At this moment, there was an impulse that was almost ready to come out.

He suddenly wanted to ask Zhang Qiling a question, very much, never before.

He looked at Zhang Qiling seriously, he had been polished by the years to be more stable, after the youthful and childishness faded, his depressed temperament made him more attractive, Wu Xie could hardly take his eyes off him.

It turns out that you have become so good.

Zhang Qiling turned his head and stared at him, his eyes were gentle and focused. Being watched by such eyes, Wu Xie felt that he was being cherished. From a long time ago, he was being watched by the young man until now.

At that time, he didn't understand the meaning of this gaze, but now, he couldn't ignore the deep affection in it, which was heavy and existed in its life from one to the other.

He opened his mouth with difficulty, Zhang Qiling looked at him with encouraging eyes, waiting for him to speak.

Wu Xie finally asked that sentence: "Ten years ago, what did you want to tell me?"

Zhang Qiling raised his eyebrows lightly, and the expression on his face suddenly became vivid, like the ice and snow melting in early spring, and the stream flowing happily through the frozen ground.

He slowly approached Wu Xie, bowed his head, his eyes were affectionate and lonely, "I thought I would never have the chance to say this."

It's too close.Wu Xie raised his hand subconsciously, but was pressed down even more forcefully. Then, he lost all ability to speak.

The wind blew over his reddish cheeks, and he had no chance to hear Zhang Qiling's answer in the end, no, maybe he already knew.

Zhang Qiling kissed him.

Ten years ago.

The afternoon sun poured into the ward through the glass window, golden and warm, Wu Xie opened his eyes in a daze, and muttered, "What time is it?"

"It's two o'clock." A familiar, deep voice answered him.

He tilted his head and tried to open his eyes wide, and saw Zhang Qiling sitting on the chair beside the bed and looking at him, holding a fruit knife in his right hand and an apple in his left hand, the apple peel was hanging down in a crooked way.

Wu Xie had just woken up, and his head was still dizzy. He stared at the wobbly apple peel, and unconsciously became dazed.

Seeing that Wu Xie didn't speak for a long time, Zhang Qiling put down the fruit knife and raised his eyes, and saw Wu Xie staring blankly at the apple, his eyes beating with faint green light.

Zhang Qi Ling:"……"

He cut off a piece from a half-peeled apple, and fed it to Wu Xie's mouth with a knife and fork.

Wu Xie opened his mouth to bite off the apple, chewed it twice, the sweet flesh woke him up, and he was completely awake this time.He looked up and saw Zhang Qiling: "Hey! Brother, when did you come?"

The corner of Zhang Qiling's mouth twitched, and even the hand holding the knife shook. The blade cut off the long peel and fell on his lap. He was silent for a while, picked up the peel and threw it into the trash can, and calmed down. Miraculously got up and sighed angrily, and when he spoke again, he returned to a calm tone: "It didn't take long."

"Oh." Wu Xie took the apple Zhang Qiling handed him, "Would you like to share half with you?"

"No, you can eat." Zhang Qiling took out a tissue and wiped the fruit knife, "How is your recovery?"

Although Wu Xie's eyebrows drooped, he still said briskly: "The doctor said it's nothing serious, but I lie in bed every day—" He touched his stomach under the hospital gown sadly, "I'm getting fat."

Zhang Qiling patted his head reassuringly, and rubbed him again, "You are just puffy. When your legs recover, you will lose weight quickly after two days of activity."

Wu Xie grinned at him, Zhang Qiling looked at him with helpless pampering in his eyes, Wu Xie's boyish heart thumped and thumped, blushing like a tomato.

"Old Zhang." He lowered his head and covered his chest, pretending to be seriously injured, "You are so good at flirting, why are there still rumors that you are a star who will die when you fall in love!"

Zhang Qiling smiled even more intensely, "In the workshop?"

"It's the school." Wu Xie waved his hand, "God knows how many girls in our class like you, oh my god, if they see you like this."

Zhang Qiling thought for a while, and really stopped laughing. He slowly leaned over to Wu Xie. Wu Xie stared at him with serious eyes and didn't dare to move. They didn't stop until they breathed each other.

Wu Xie couldn't say a word... It wasn't because of excitement... In fact, he felt that the two of them could almost kiss each other as soon as he opened his mouth.

He held his breath, and saw Zhang Qiling's eyes reflected his own shadow, and he knew that Zhang Qiling was the only one in his eyes.

Maybe it was just for a moment, but he felt more like 100 years had passed, until Zhang Qiling straightened up, sufficient oxygen refilled Wu Xie's nasal cavity as he left, he felt like he was about to suffocate before.

Then he heard Zhang Qiling say above his head: "But I don't care about them, I only care about you."

Plop, plop.

He also heard his heart beating like a drum, every beat, shaking his chest and rumbling.