I heard that you are the number one assassin in Tiandu

One night, the big guy and I were sitting on the couch watching TV.

It's late at night, and we are in our own home again. Both of us are sitting in the sky and into the earth, in a mess.During the commercial break between two TV episodes, I wanted to get up to go to the bathroom, so I was too lazy to look for the armrests of the sofa, and stood up with my hands on the big guy.

It doesn't matter if you hold on, this solid feel makes me feel mixed - all men have a desire for strength from the source of life, and I have also applied for a fitness card full of longing.At that time, I took creatine, drank eggs, ate fitness meals with less fat and less salt, and replaced all the occasional snacks with boiled egg whites. It's not that hardworking, but it's the limit of my spare time.It's a pity that after two or three months, the results are very dismal.

The big guy often stood by the mirror to comfort me, saying: "This has something to do with genetic factors, and also has something to do with personal hormone levels. You see, your mother is thin. She has eaten big pot meals with big guys all these years, and she has a few catties of fat every day." I haven’t gained weight yet. If you think about your younger brother, he’s trembling all over. You can see that he’s a type that doesn’t gain muscle. By analogy, it’s very difficult for you to grow up like me. Why bother yourself? You don’t Have you ever thought about it, maybe you are this white, tender, thin and soft variety."

I was not comforted at all.

On the other hand, the big guy, he always accompanied me to the gym every time, but when I was bench-pressing the barbell, he was soaking in the cool water in the swimming pool, showing half of his face like a hippopotamus, motionless, and my blood vessels burst out on the butterfly machine , When the canthus is cracked, he lies on the floating row and eats the fruit plate with a fruit fork with a crystal handle, and drinks the exquisite drink with a small paper umbrella inserted in the cup. Fat-loss enemies like five-cup cocoa shakes.And his real self, after eating and sleeping, was still wearing a pair of underpants, and his figure was so slim that the girls from the front desk to the swimming pool were looking at him frequently, and no one was spared.

In this scientific society, how can there be such an existence that does not follow the conservation of energy?

I went to the toilet and washed my hands, sat on the sofa and touched him, from chest and abdomen to waist and hips, from buttocks to knees and shins.The big figure has obvious lines and muscles. It feels rounder and more vivid than a sculpture, and it is more solid than a pillow.As I was touching it, he hit me with an unpopped small round corn at the bottom of the popcorn box, and said coquettishly, "Hmm, what are you doing?"

Originally, I didn’t want to do anything, but I was simply investigating his unreasonable things like a scientific expedition member, but let him say this, the sky outside the window is covered, the lights in the room are beautiful, and the pillows and blankets on the sofa are messy. After eating the popcorn, the big man stretched out the tip of his tongue and licked the corners of his lips... If I don't bloom and straighten my beard, how can I be worthy of his youth?

Immediately, I rushed forward, bit his earlobe half-sucked, and rolled along his jaw and neck a few times, still not enjoying myself enough.I really want to say something to catalyze the friendship at this moment, and let the fire of a single spark spread like a prairie fire, but no one has ever signed up for the "Love Talk" class for me, and I don't want to say what I said before. Hold back a sentence: "Min Qiu, I have known you for ten years."

The big man closed his eyes in enjoyment, and let out a "hmm" in his throat.

"Ten years, why haven't you changed at all?" I touched his face with my hand, "Except that the hair sometimes changes, the face doesn't seem to have changed at all."

I can actually explain this to myself.For example, because we get along day and night, twenties are a fixed age, and if I watch a lot, subtle changes can't be seen, or it may be because "Beauty is in the eye of the beholder", what do I think of him? I find it pleasing to the eye, so even if there are some changes, I will ignore them subjectively.

I really just said it casually, but unexpectedly the big man froze, then turned off the floor lamp with his backhand, and said in a hurry in the darkness: "Who said I haven't changed? I feel old. Walk around, sleep , If you don’t sleep, you will age faster.”

I:"……"

I originally wanted to say a few pleasant words to sweeten the honey... Anyway, as long as he is by my side, I am like a giant dragon guarding the treasure, and I can sleep soundly and soundly all night.

When he woke up the next day, the big guy actually got up first, taking pictures in front of the mirror in front of the sink.

"It's so early today," I greeted him sleepily, "What are you looking at?"

"Hua Xiaojin," the big man turned his head abruptly, "Look, am I getting old?"

Me: "... what?"

When I fixed my eyes and saw the sudden fine lines on his face, I suddenly woke up, opened my mouth and couldn't speak: "You, you..."

The few ravines are not deep, not shallow, and appear evenly between the brows and the end of the eyes of the big man according to the general growth law. The first impression I gave me was definitely not "bad", but a little too sudden, which made me feel uncomfortable. My head froze for a moment.After I took a breath and took a second look, I found that if they hadn't come too suddenly, it could even be said that these traces of time made the big man a bit more mature and charming.

But but but!How could a well-behaved person wake up with wrinkles overnight without experiencing any big storms?Now is not the time to compare yesterday and today, secretly calculating which one is more in line with the current aesthetics!

My level of seeing, hearing, asking, and questioning is quite sloppy. When I was in the hospital, I often went through three trials and five collations, holding the video results and comparing them with books for hundreds of times before I dared to try to make a diagnosis under the gaze of the instructor. I can't tell if it's fart.The more I thought about it, the more anxious I became, I was in a state of confusion, and I wanted to take the older man to the hospital for an examination, but he patted my hand and said to me in a vicissitudes of life: "It's okay, I'm old."

People who are only 30 years old are not so old, right?Me: "Did you not sleep well last night?"

The big man pointed to himself: "No, I'm old, look here, and here, right?"

I:"……"

His voice was almost as airy as the crown prince standing before the emperor's death, and he couldn't hear the second half after hearing the first half of the sentence.I was so attached to his one hand that I didn't dare to vent my anger. I couldn't think of anything that happened overnight that would make him lose his youthful brilliance.

When the atmosphere was solemn, there was a sound at the door—the big man seemed to have given a pair of keys to each of his brothers. I always felt that no matter who came to our house, I didn't need to go forward to open the door.

"Where is the person?" It can be heard that the person is the big second brother.He unscrewed the bedroom door without hesitation, his face was black and yellow, and he looked preoccupied with endocrine disorders. He glanced at both of us with contempt: "It's early in the morning, what are you doing here? Boy, come out to drink !"

My sadness is still spinning in my eyes: "Min Qiu, he..."

The big man got up excitedly, and responded with a strong voice: "Come on!"

I:"……"

The two drank five times and six times in the blue sky and daylight, from the sunrise in the east to the golden black in the west, and then the big one was hungover all night, snoring so loudly, lying next to him as if the whole world was a mobile phone call alert.In the early morning of the next day, I looked at him under the warm light of the rising sun. Not only did I not find his wrinkles, but even the fine lines around his eyes and lips were very few, and the whole person regained his youthful appearance.

I almost suspect that yesterday was just a nightmare I had.

The big guy didn't wake up until noon. I wiped his face with a warm towel, and half-jokingly mentioned it, and turned around to wash the towel. When I looked back, I vaguely felt that I had just disappeared. Fine lines seem to have appeared a few more.

The big man looked at me with a frowning face, looked at me and hesitated to speak, hesitated for a while, then put on the posture of a long conversation, and asked me: "Do you think it's better for me to be older? Or younger?"

My reading comprehension ability has always stayed at the high school level. I can think a little more when I write it on paper, but I can only understand the literal meaning when I speak it.When the big guy asked me this question, although I vaguely felt that something was a little awkward, I still responded righteously and with a little conscience: "I don't care, as long as it is you, I like whatever you look like! Appearance is not important."

After saying this, the big man's face trembled with gratitude, and he took my hand and shook it lightly, like a little girl in the village who was reluctant to leave her brother and walked to the west entrance, muttering in her mouth: "Hua Xiaojin, let me tell you ..."

Just at this time, my conscience broke through the siege and rushed out, and I couldn't help blurting out another sentence: "Oh, of course, it's better to be handsome, who doesn't like handsome guys?"

The big man let go of his hand, propped the bed and sat crookedly under the quilt, and said desolately: "You just like my face."

The pungent overnight alcohol smell in the room has not yet dissipated, looking at the eyeballs that could not be wiped off by rubbing the corners of his eyes, a half horizontal crease from his sleep, dry lips that look like a chicken coop, and a little bit of twitching hair... I patted his face in an attempt to wake him up, and said sincerely, "Blind, say, what, what?"

Having said that, I really can’t tell you what makes me worry about him, but he is a part of my life and even my life. Seeing him happy, healthy and happy with my own eyes makes my heart grow stronger. Fly, no doubt about it.To this day, if I have nothing else to do, I can still hold his face and look at it all day, just like when we first got together.

Today is another warm morning.I get up early habitually, and the big guy sleeps peacefully lying beside me with his mouth half open.I couldn't help but leaned towards his face and smacked... As I expected, it didn't affect his sleep quality in the slightest.

The years are the same as before, no matter how many Cherry and Basho have been destroyed, when I meet him, there is nothing left but frozen and still, his appearance and figure are still almost the same as when I first met him.In this quiet two-person space, I suddenly didn't want to investigate the reason. Whether he was a gifted person or secretly practiced hard behind my back, a voice said to me from the bottom of my heart: Could it be that he is so talented? To see him go with the flow like everyone else, and be happy to be eclipsed by time?As long as he is good, isn't it all right?

As long as he is healthy, I can see the shadow of Xanadu from the wilderness.

After pattering, I got up, washed and changed clothes, took out the wooden box I prepared in advance, and drove to the address that my uncle gave me yesterday.

In the end, my book was read in vain——