nostalgia

Zhong Jinxi looked at the boy seriously sharpening the charcoal pencil in front of him, and was a little fascinated.

How long have you liked him?When did it start, I'm afraid I don't even know, maybe it's been a long time.I didn't expect to fall in love with a good buddy who has been together for so many years. Love is really a wonderful thing. When I came here, I never asked your opinion, even overturned your sexual orientation, and suddenly stood in front of you and said: I Here you go, don't even think about leaving.

Thinking of this, Zhong Jinxi couldn't help laughing out loud.

"What are you smirking at?" The person opposite stopped and looked up at him, his eyes were so bright that he subconsciously wanted to avert his gaze.

"It's nothing. Li Suran, have we known each other for a long time?"

"Let me think about it... You transferred to our class in the third year of junior high school, plus three years in high school, and almost three years in college, nearly seven years."

"Seven years—the seven-year itch—do you think we'll be like this?"

Li Suran looked at Zhong Jinxi, with a disgusted expression on his face, then lowered his head and continued to sharpen his pen, saying, "The seven-year itch is about love, not friendship! I'm afraid your Chinese teacher wants to drag you into the coffin together. "

Zhong Jinxi also realized in an instant what stupid things he was talking about, he hurriedly made jokes, patted Li Suran on the back and said: "Whatever won't go into the coffin, I'll have to take you with me when I enter the coffin!".

Then the language evolved into all kinds of holding hands on the road to the underworld, and intermittent physical communication.

Restraining the smile on his face and the slight disappointment he accidentally revealed, Zhong Jinxi had a whim. "Hey, let's go drink!"

"what?"

"Go, go, let me tell you, maybe you can be like Van Gogh after drinking, and the inspiration will come out immediately."

"It's so late, it's early in the morning after drinking and coming out, why should I draw?"

"Then I'll draw again tomorrow, and I'm not in a hurry to hand it in. Hurry up, pack up, let's drink—wine—go!"

After speaking, Zhong Jinxi took Li Suran's pen and drove him to wash his hands.

"Re-return Van Gogh, you can tell all kinds of nonsense, I think you just want to cut off my ears..."

The wind outside the window is whistling, and there are scattered small snowflakes. If there is thick snow at this time, it will make the romance more extreme.

Li Suran helplessly carried Zhong Jinxi on his back, like this every time, Zhong Jinxi was obviously a person with a moderate capacity for alcohol, but he always yelled for two drinks.Li Suran also gradually got used to not getting drunk when drinking, otherwise someone would carry this drunk back to school.

He put the scarf around himself and Zhong Jinxi, but Zhong Jinxi still seemed to feel a little cold, and rubbed against his neck again and again, hoping to get more warmth.The warm breath on Li Suran's neck made him feel for a moment that he would almost throw Zhong Jinxi off because of the itching, and the corners of his mouth raised unconsciously when he thought of that scene.

They have known each other for nearly seven years. Since Zhong Jinxi transferred to Li Suran's class in the third year of junior high school, they have always been in the same class and at the same table without being separated.At that time, Li Suran was like an autistic child. In fact, he was always like this before Zhong Jinxi appeared. If he hadn't met Zhong Jinxi at that time, he might still be a taciturn and monotonous living body now.

The oncoming snow in the night gradually became denser, mixed with scenes from flashing memories.

He said, I don't know how to do this English question for Li Suran, so you can teach me.

He said, come on, let me take a look at your paper - I am good at history, I will teach you, there is a rule in remembering the year, you see...

He said, I really want to skip class and go out to play, but I don’t want to take the high school entrance examination—or, if you pretend to be sick, I will accompany you to the hospital?Don't roll your eyes at me, do you have a better way?

He said, which school do you want to take in high school?Hey, I also want to be admitted to this school. If we are assigned to the same class, we should still sit at the same table.

He said, let the junior high school go to hell!Let's go, I'll take you to the Internet cafe and let's play him all night!Hey... don't go, why are you rushing back home after the high school entrance examination, go, go, I have to drag you out of the closed shell today.

He said, we were really divided into one class!Hurry up, what are you looking at, sit next to me.

He said, do you choose essays or rationale?I?You choose me?Oh oh you ask me - don't you roll my eyes again - I want to study art, I like to draw.What fake Wenqing?Li Suran, you are narrow-minded.

He said, let me teach you how to draw, I think you are talented.

He said, hey, have you also embarked on the road of no return to art?Didn't you say that you are a pseudo-literary youth? Then you choose your liberal arts and your science.Yin and Yang strange?How can I.

It was Zhong Jinxi who pulled Li Suran out of his own world, allowing him to gradually express his true emotions. It was such a person who slowly approached his heart and revived his life.

Later they entered the same university, the same department and the same class, but different dormitories.

and then?

In fact, there is nothing left, Li Suran just hopes to be in the same dormitory with Zhong Jinxi, and then he realizes that he is already so dependent on one person.

Opening the door of Zhong Jinxi's dormitory, it was dark inside, and it seemed that his roommate Xie Qi hadn't come back yet.Li Suran turned on the small desk lamp on the table to avoid the strong light from waking Zhong Jinxi up. He carefully put him on the bed and tucked him in the quilt.

Zhong Jinxi's face was flushed with alcohol, his lips seemed to be raving, and he seemed to be sleeping restlessly.Li Suran stretched out his hand to brush away the hair that blocked his eyebrows, and as soon as his fingertips touched his forehead, the other party was like a frightened bird, and the raving gradually became clearer.

"Don't go to the river...you come back, don't ignore me..."

Zhong Jinxi was talking in his sleep, and unconsciously started to twitch his hands, grabbed Li Suran's hand suddenly, and grabbed Li Suran's hand tightly, tightening it tighter and tighter, as if he was afraid that the other party would run away.Li Suran bared his teeth and wanted to break Zhong Jinxi's clutches. He never thought that a sleeping person could be so powerful. What kind of nightmare would make him have to grab something to feel at ease.

"It's not that I'm by your side, but you're always by my side...so don't ignore me...seriously."

The last two words hit Li Suran's heart heavily, echoing repeatedly in the hollow of his heart.

He wanted to break Zhong Jinxi's hand, but he suddenly forgot to do it, and let him hold on firmly.Finally, he covered the opponent's hand, clenched it tightly, lowered his head and whispered in his ear: "I definitely won't. Look, I'm right next to you."

Zhong Jinxi suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes seemed to have a certain focus, and his desperate strength suddenly relaxed.He looked at him, and the air stood still for a moment.

Breathing intertwine, there is the residual aroma of beer, which makes people addicted.The whole world is spinning...

Boom, boom, boom.

The face of the other party in the pupil is getting closer and clearer, except for the beating heartbeat, Li Suran can no longer feel any external world...

Click—the sound of the key turning cut through the ambiguous atmosphere in the room.Too bad, it seems that Xie Qi came back, Li Suran mercilessly pushed Zhong Jinxi away with his backhand.

"Xie Qi, you are back."

"You're here too, Zhong Jinxi is drunk again?" Xie Qi looked at Zhong Jinxi who was sleeping motionless face down, and rolled his eyes countless times in his heart.

The author has something to say:

This article was written 8 years ago. Although the writing was not detailed enough at that time, it still makes me miss the feelings in the article.Recently, I want to modify the structure to make it fuller, polish the text and send it to Jinjiang.So I will definitely not abandon the article, don’t worry everyone ~ Finally, I will be more careful to you~~