love letter to summer

Dad Xia: "Young people nowadays are not at all what they should be. Boys are not like boys, and girls are not like girls. It is true that one generation is not as good as the other."

Ye Ma giggled: "Didn't we be regarded as the beat generation by the older generation when we were young? In fact, everyone is like this. They all think that the older generation is decadent and the new generation is exaggerated. My own generation is the most reliable."

Xia's mother thought about it, and thought it made sense, and said, "That's right. But the current young generation is really confusing. There are all kinds of ghosts and snakes."

Ye Ma: "Haha, the new generation is actually very interesting. Their brains are quicker and their horizons are wider than ours."

Xia's mother: "Come on, what's the use of being quick, I came up with some crooked ideas, and I still refuse to listen to the elders."

Ye Ma: "The words of the elders are not necessarily correct. In ancient times, the social environment slowed down, and the same principles can be used for a hundred years without fading, but the current social environment is changing too fast, and we can adapt and adjust our survival quickly. The person with the best strategy is the one who is most likely to be the winner."

Xia's mother couldn't think of a rebuttal for a while, she became angry from embarrassment, she pretended to slap Ye's mother's arm, and said with a raised eyebrow, "You want to rebel too!"

Ye Ma collapsed on the sofa and laughed: "Hahahaha——"

Ye Ji listened to them absently, worrying about Xia Tang all the time.The door of Xia Tang's room was closed all the time, and there was no further movement.

Ye Ji stood up.

Even if there are so many pairs of eyes watching at any time, he doesn't care.

Ye Ji walked towards Xia Tang's room, and when he walked to the door, he suddenly remembered the blood on Xia Tang's knee, so he turned back, went to the bathroom to get a basin of hot water, and soaked two towels in the water.

When he opened the door, the room was pitch black, and Xia Tang transformed into a huge black shadow, laying on the bed and laying dead.

Ye Ji: "Xiaotang?"

Is he all right?

"Alive." Xia Tang's voice came out from the pillow weakly.

Ye Ji walked to the bed, put the basin on the bedside table, and turned on the bedside lamp.

The orange light shone on Xia Tang, who was lying on the bed with his face buried in the pillow, like a decadent middle-aged uncle who had been hit by life and was devastated.

Ye Ji wrung out one of the towels, then turned Xia Tang over like a salted fish, found his left knee, and put the towel on it.

Xia Tang: "Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

Ye Ji stretched out his finger and flicked his forehead.

Xia Tang covered her forehead and looked at the ceiling with an erratic expression.

Ye Ji: "Did you hit your head when you fell?"

Xia Tang said doubtfully, "No."

Ye Ji: "Why do you look more stupid than before?"

"Fuckyou." Xia Tang raised her middle finger.

Ye Ji: "I heard you like dolls."

"I didn't!" Xia Tang yelled loudly.

"You quarreled with Aunt Xia over the doll."

Xia Tang's anger gradually faded, and she said with a depressed expression: "Whether I like it or not is not the point, and I'm not only angry because she gave the doll to someone else, I just think my parents always have their own standards. Then they forced that standard on me."

Xia Tang: "They think that boys should be strong and brave, and they can only play with things that can reflect masculinity. Boys should not touch toys like dolls. Those who like these are sissies."

He moved his eyes to Ye Ji's face, and said quietly: "My parents like you so much, probably because you are the most in line with their imagination and expectations of a 'son'. Didn't I love to cry when I was a child? Every time I Cry, my mother said..." He pinched his throat and imitated Xia's mother's tone and said, "You cry so much like a little girl, look at your brother, he never cries easily, you just Can't you learn from him?"

Ye Ji felt that he was lying everywhere.

Xia Tang's imitation was quite charming to Xia's mother, Ye Ji laughed when he heard it, Xia Tang looked at him, and laughed along with him.

The depressing atmosphere in the room dissipated, and warmth slowly rose from among them like a cloud of mist, gradually enveloping them. Ye Ji, immersed in this atmosphere, felt very warm and comfortable, like being in a sea full of sunshine swim.

He lowered his head and kissed Xia Tang's forehead lightly, then he pushed Xia Tang and said, "Let's go."

Xia Tang hummed: "What kind of attitude." Even though he said that, his body still rolled honestly and rolled to the inside of the bed.

Ye Ji helped Xia Tang change a towel, and then lay down beside him.

They lay side by side on the bed, looking at the ceiling, Ye Ji smelled a light scent of shampoo wafting from the side, the familiar smell made him feel at ease.

Ye Ji said: "After I finish the exam, we'll go on a trip. It's just the two of us. You can go wherever you want."

Xia Tang hummed: "Don't talk too much, I want to go to the primeval forest, wearing animal skins, holding on to the vines, swinging around in the forest, while screaming, will you accompany me? "

"Yes." Ye Ji, "I will accompany you wherever you go."

Xia Tang was speechless, then he grabbed a corner of the quilt and covered his head.

His ears are red again - Ye Ji laughed in his heart.

Ye Ji: "When it's just the two of us, you can do whatever you want, and no one will dictate what kind of person you should be." He thought for a while and added, "If you want to play with dolls, You can play anytime."

Xia Tang suddenly lifted the quilt and roared at Ye Ji: "I told you I don't like dolls!!"

"Well, you don't like it." Ye Ji said calmly.

Xia Tang kicked him, then put his leg directly on Ye Ji's lap, and shook his leg twice like an old man.

Ye Ji asked, "Did you agree?"

Xia Tang snorted: "Let's talk about it after you finish the exam."

Ye Ji: "Okay."

The two began to look at the ceiling again, and the shadows of the lights flowed above them like water.

Xia Tang said: "I remember that Xiao Xia quoted Nietzsche's words in her article, which roughly means that the thought of a person's life can be divided into three stages: camel, lion, and baby. The world has many interpretations of Nietzsche's words, among which One interpretation is: the camel's back is full of loads. When we are in this stage, we bear the burden like a camel, but our burden is spiritual. In this stage, we silently endure the shackles imposed by the outside world. Obey the world's arrangements for us, and abide by the social order and rules."