river bank, river bank

The waiter at the barbecue shop served the grilled fish, and the large table was instantly squeezed to the four corners.

The plate is not small, and the quantity is also large. Potatoes, fungus, celery, dried bamboo shoots... all kinds of side dishes set off the golden and crispy black fish, and the rich and delicious fragrance hits the face.

Lin Guangyin casually said that it was not unusual to think that the baby model Bai San gave him was wrapped with some metal accessories.

He sipped his fish maw with chopsticks, took a sip of wine, and smacked his lips, "Uncle Chen's grilled fish is really amazing, the specialty of Beicheng! Once I leave, I won't be able to eat any more in the future. Except for you, what I miss the most That's it."

No, every time the two of them go out to eat, nine out of ten meals are Lao Chen's barbecue, and the remaining one is early backstreet and alley mouth Jinqiao Xiaolongbao, so there is no need to worry about it.

The alcohol tin can under the iron plate was lit with an open flame, and the fish skin sizzled when it was roasted.

Bai San put away the newspaper and put it back into the plastic bag, his body covered in cold sweat already covered by heat.Silently protecting the ice cream bread box that was melting faster, he bit the spoon and advised, "Eat more."

"The capacity is limited, no matter how much you can eat, it would be great if you have two stomachs." Lin Guangyin raised his glass and sighed.

After eating seven or seven eight eight, he thought about the school's persuasion. After a few days, Bai San's mood should have eased and become less irritating.

"In the past few days, I have thought about it carefully. When I go back to my hometown, I guess I will find a stable class there in the future, and even take care of the family... I should have taken responsibility long ago."

Bai San raised his head from the bread box, took out a piece of paper and wiped off a small piece of grapefruit-colored strawberry jam on the tip of Porcelain White's nose, picked up almond milk and touched his beer bottle.Looking down at a small gap in the mouth of the cup, the lights on the roof stretched his eyelashes, reflecting on the slowly flowing warm white liquid.

Years come quietly, but seconds are long.

"What about you, what are your plans for the future?" Lin Guangyin casually asked, tearing off the whole skewer of mutton in one gulp, throwing away the iron skewer, chewing, his eyes still busy browsing the menu, wanting to add something.

There are already enough dishes on the table, Baisan comes first, and a table comes according to the usual order, grilled fish for three people, and grilled skewers for two, doubled again, there will be leftovers if you can’t finish it .

But Lin Guangyin added it, as if he wanted to add the meals that he couldn't get together after leaving, and they all counted as this meal. Bai San understood, so he didn't need to say more.

The first floor is very noisy, the sound of walking footsteps, the sound of tableware colliding, mixed with vague words, walking up the stairs to the second floor, like the fog rising by the river at [-] or [-] o'clock in the morning, also like he is at the twilight line Central to the future.

One side is bright, and the other side is dark, but he stops and rolls in the border of twilight, unable to get up, and his eyes are also muddy.

After waiting for a while, Lin Guangyin saw that Bai San was in a daze, and tried to throw out his own thoughts.

"You play so well on the battlefield, you can play professionally. When the Asian server reached the top last year, many clubs invited you to try out, like the agent of the 198, uao, sii and 1k teams, isn't it still there? Lying in your twisted vine list as a good morning machine."

The account has not been logged in for several months. If Lin Guangyin hadn't mentioned it, Bai San would have forgotten it. At the beginning, a list of professional players was added to the match, and when the agent was present several times, he added it easily.

"And you just happen to be too old. If you were a year earlier, you wouldn't be old enough, and if you were 19 a few months later, you would be a bit old again."

"Besides, the dagger you chose now is really golden. Don't look at professional players who use hot weapons. What's so good about those guns and cannons? There are only a few rounds in one round. If you want to fight whoever you want, you have to count. , it’s not like you use a dagger, you can cut it into pieces at will. Although there are people who use a dagger, they don’t have enough awareness to operate it, and those with enough awareness can’t operate it, but you are different, take it all!”

It's not that I don't want to.

Bai San lay on the table, tilted his head to look at him, sullenly, "...I still want to go to school, I'm already in the third year of high school."

"Why are you so stupid! Didn't you still pave the way for entering 1E before?" Lin Guangyin clapped his hands vigorously, "You have the right time, place and people? It's a hundred times better than those rookie youth trainees, except for the old giants. Haven’t all the rest of the pro players played with you all over the place, with good skills, good interpersonal relationships, and rich practical experience, so there’s so much hope, this year they’ll be the starters, and next year the solo king will be named Bai!”

"But my parents wanted me to go to college."

As soon as the words fell, Lin Guangyin's words were full of words suddenly stuck, and he was discouraged. After a long while, he wiped his face, "Parents?"

"Well, parents."

"Is it... last wish?"

'Study hard, get into a good university, and be a good person', Bai San recalled what the dean said, and finally nodded.

In fact, not only because of his parents' last wishes, but also because he himself didn't want to give up. He was already in his third year of high school, and the winter vacation was about to start, and he would graduate in less than half a year.

He originally planned to take a break from school to play e-sports after being admitted to Nantah University, but something happened suddenly, and now he accidentally assumed that he was half a year ahead of schedule, and he always felt that he couldn't make the switch.

The timing is wrong, it shouldn't be.

Lin Guangyin understood, and became even more depressed, "After that bad thing happened, I still follow the student file, even if I transfer to another school, I'm afraid it won't be easy to accept."

Bai San secretly poked and pulled the tablecloth, suspecting that Lin Guangyin had read the rejection letter of transfer application he received yesterday.

He just wanted to speak to comfort Lin Guangyin and himself, there is always hope.Suddenly, Lin Guangyin asked again: "Do you have any money?"

Another invisible sharp blade pierced Bai San's chest.He puffed up his cheeks, chewed a big mouthful of soft bread to suppress his shock, and responded with a blank expression.Lin Guangyin didn't know that he had lost his part-time job as a tutor.

"That's good, take your time. If you don't have enough, you can borrow from me first. Don't go to those loan sharks or online loans." Lin Guangyin turned his gaze, "By the way, if you don't plan to play professional Model daggers can be sold for over a hundred thousand, and the first batch of antiques are now highly speculated, and you have saved so many honors, and they are well maintained, as if they were new."

Bai San was suffocated, his eyes widened, he grabbed the small satchel suddenly, and hugged it tightly, with an expression of "what ghost story are you telling, I will keep it as a funeral object even if I die".

"Hey, hey, I'm just desperate to suggest, don't be nervous..." Lin Guangyin quickly added, ordering a second ice cream bread box for him as if to apologize.

A meal including eating and drinking, it was already one o'clock in the morning when the show ended, Bai San didn't go home, he accompanied Lin Guangyin to pick up his suitcase and took him directly to the train station, the ticket at [-]:[-] in the morning was more expensive than other time slots Cheap.

"Take care of yourself."

These are the last words.

At 39:[-] in the morning, Bai San walked down the road and arrived at the cemetery again.

He still didn't know what to say, how did he become like this, fortunately, his parents didn't scold him like other parents did, even his breathing was light, blending in the wind.

It is six o'clock in the morning in winter, and the sky is still dark. Dim lights are cast on the side of the road in the distance, and there is a strong darkness quietly.

There was silence all around, and the air was pungently cold.

When he sneezed for the fifth time, Bai San ended the silent family gathering, wrapped up his cotton clothes, and walked home slowly.

At that time, the moon was very round, like an alpine lollipop with the flavor of lychee milk.In the middle of a row of orange street lights on Huinan Street, there was no light, and it was sick.Cars of no color were parked crookedly on the side of the road, topped with a thin layer of snow that would melt by midday.The signboard of the early stall reads that a bowl of soybean juice costs RMB [-], and a deep-fried dough stick costs RMB [-]. The rickety grandma looks up at the sky, is she looking for little stars?The windows in front of and behind me dimmed one by one, then lit up, there was the sound of cooking pots, small flower pots, and the smell of food. What is loneliness?In his lifetime, he still has to travel many roads.

At home, without sleep all night, Bai San drew the curtains, lifted the quilt to cover himself, and fell asleep when it touched the pillow.

Vaguely, he heard a knock on the door, his head was dizzy as if he had fallen into the deep sea, he turned over and didn't care.

The doorbell rang, one after another, persistently, and he turned over, so annoying.

Ten minutes later, in the quiet room, there was a sudden sound of the door leaf being pulled open, and the lock slightly bumped and snapped shut.

Crisp and harsh, it's noise.Bai San was thinking wildly when his consciousness was hazy.

One second, two seconds, three seconds—he woke up suddenly, the drawn curtains, the open door, the knock, the bell, the key hidden under the doormat.

At this moment, he heard someone calling his name.

Bai San's breathing was unstable, and a face flashed in his heart. Three days ago, Chang's face was full of anger and pain, his nose twitched slightly, and his eyes were full of malice.

Didn't he get caught?Did it escape?

Or a thief?

He clenched his knuckles tightly, afraid of making a noise to attract the other party's attention, his hands seemed to have just been washed and not dried, with layers of sweat densely gathered.

The mobile phone was in the pocket of the padded jacket. When he came back, he took off the padded jacket and threw it on the sofa, unable to get it out.The fruit knife was in the satchel and also thrown on the sofa. The neighbor’s grandmother is not very good at hearing. The other neighbor is a tour guide who left years ago. I heard that he took a group to Antarctica to see penguins. He has been away for almost a month.

Bai San didn't know what to do, he could open the door and run out quickly while the other party wasn't paying attention, but he just moved his legs, and he became weak, the soles of his feet were limp, and his whole body was weak.

The room was dim, and he hid under the quilt, trying to spread himself into a cake, keeping his presence low while remaining still, praying that the other party would leave quickly after taking the things, and would not be found.

Suddenly there was a sound of footsteps, getting closer, and Bai's head, which was scattered into a ball of cotton candy, was shaken by the violent heartbeat, as if it would explode in the next second.

The quilt covering his head was gently pulled up, he quickly shrunk himself into a ball, moved down with all his strength, and nestled at the end of the bed.

Her white and soft hair was wet with sweat, her shoulders trembled slightly, her chest heaved violently, every time she breathed out, she fell back to her cheeks, and a light gray and reddish sickly lotus color appeared from her forehead to her neck.

He wrinkled the tip of his nose, it was sore, but he didn't dare to rub it. His eyes were wet and steamy, and he didn't dare to wipe it off. He felt that he was going to die and was very sad.

After death, he will definitely become a particularly wronged ghost, or because he is relatively short and cannot meet the national standard, he will become a small wronged ghost, which is different from other complaining ghosts.

But it doesn't matter, he wants to grab the children's candy specially.

"Bai San?"

The human being who pulled off his quilt called him again, it was annoying, it made the ghost angry, he was going to die, why didn't he let it go.

Could it be that this human family has a whole room full of jellybeans, so they are not afraid of being entangled by him?

Bai San sticks out a little bit of his tongue and bites it lightly, ready to bite his tongue to kill himself at any time, trembling, poking out his little head from the edge of the quilt.

no one.

He flinched back, thought for a moment with his head made of cotton candy, hugged himself, this might be a conspiracy.

After another 5 minutes, he cautiously stuck out a finger, shaking and shaking, to be safe, he slowly raised his head again, but was suddenly caught and pinched the back of his neck.

Bai San shivered suddenly, opened his eyes slightly, shrunk his neck, showing a small head soaked in sweat, with a dazed expression.

The room was dark, darker than it should have been even with the curtains on.

In the afterglow of this darkness, a tall figure stood beside the bed, the naturally hanging cuffs reflected light slightly, which was the only color in the darkness.

At this moment, Bai San's confused brain suddenly realized that the person who knocked on the door, rang the doorbell, and found the spare key was Jiang An.He feels like a little gopher in a whack-a-mole machine right now.

The only difference is that he can't shrink back.

This Saturday, I just wanted to catch up on two or three hours of sleep, and then go to the dentist.Bai San didn't expect that he could sleep for so long, should it be afternoon or night?

"I--"

As soon as he opened his mouth, his throat suddenly became itchy and he coughed uncontrollably.

"Do you have a fever?" Jiang An asked in a deep voice.

Bai San didn't say a word, the hands stuck to the back of his neck were dry, wide, with slightly cold fingers, like ceramics quietly displayed in a museum with a cold white light, very comfortable.He turned his head to look at the river bank, his hair was hanging down limply, there were still two or three bright mist in his eyes, and he forgot to draw back a small part of his pink tongue.

Slowly, he tilted his head, poured his warm cheeks into Jiang An's palm, remained silent for a moment, and rubbed them a little.

Jiang An's palm smelled like cotton candy.

The author has something to say:

Suddenly I felt that I should change the name to "Bai San's Scared Daily Life"