river bank, river bank

The city hospital kept receding outside the car window, passing through the light gray branches and passing through the neon lights, gradually blurring into a faint shadow on the edge.

Bai San leaned against the car window, her cheek against the thin cold glass, goodbye.

When he turned around again, he looked at the bank of the river and blinked, and it was full of little stars that had fallen into the world.

It looks like a small animal that has been sold as a dole.

"It's too late," Jiang An said slowly, "Stay with me for one night first, and send you back tomorrow."

The little animal shook its head, but within two seconds, it nodded slightly again, pinched the quilt, twisted and twisted itself into a silkworm baby, nodded its head and began to doze off.

After all, he was still sick, and after a short period of joy, the exhaustion gushed out from the soles of his feet was long and long.

Jiang An followed a lake that was still artificially heated in winter, passed the gray ducks and swans that inhabited here, and drove silently into the Songjian Mansion.

The car parked underground, and people went up to the top floor.

Bai San rubbed his eyes, and followed Jiang An slowly, he took a step, he moved a step.

The interior of the house has a faint old wooden atmosphere. It has opened up three floors and has a large area. All of them use floor-to-ceiling windows. It is too time-consuming to clean, but the glass is as clean as new and spotless.

The decoration of the standard model room is almost gray with a bluish dark gray tone, full of coldness and style.

As soon as he came to such a place, Bai San was a little nervous, and since he was from Jiang An's family, he was restrained in every move.

After entering the door, he realized that he was not well, and asked in a low voice under the quilt: "Mr. Jiang, is there anyone else in your house? I came here suddenly, will it be a little disturbing..."

He took a cursory glance at the living room, kitchen and dining room on the first floor, and found that there were no girls-style gadgets. The only thing left that could be related to the residents was a hand-knitted blanket, half of which was placed on the sofa and half of which fell to the floor.

It's a bit sloppy, and it doesn't suit Jiang'an's character of a well-ironed white shirt, but there is a gap in the window, and it may be the wind.

Bai San thought harder than usual, and his brain consumed the nutrition of milk for a week. Finally, he vaguely gave his own answer. After thinking about it, Jiang An was not his age. The third floor cannot be left in vain.

He wilted again, biting the corner of the quilt around his neck and rubbing it with his mouth.

"I live alone." Jiang An put down the key.

The quilt corner took advantage of Bai San's momentary trance and escaped, as if a cluster of fireworks exploded in the night sky, lonely and grand.

It wasn't until he pulled on the cotton mop that was nearly half the size, and after 2 minutes, he looked at his big red Santa Claus socks and shrank his toes, that he gave a soft "oh".Coincidentally, so is he.

Jiang An poured him a glass of warm water, took out a cold capsule from the medicine box, and suddenly gave him a hand when he handed it over.

"Have you had dinner?"

After returning home, Bai San's last memory is a ceiling, spending breakfast, lunch and dinner time in his dreams, at this moment, he despises himself so much, he is really a big trouble ball.

He nestled on the long-haired rug under the sofa, looked at the rising heat from the glass, lowered his head and asked dryly, "Can I not eat? It's not hungry at all."

"Western medicines are highly concentrated and can damage the gastrointestinal organs."

Jiang An leans against the wall with his arms folded, his eyebrows are slightly raised, his eye sockets are getting deeper, there is a light shadow between his brow bone and the corner of his eyes, and a miniature mountain and river appears between his forehead.

Nine p.m.

The snow outside the window is getting bigger and bigger, as if it is going to cover the whole city, and the end of the new year is coming, which probably indicates that the new year is a year worth looking forward to, but it is difficult to travel tonight.

Fortunately, the carpet was big enough, so Bai San rolled around three times weakly with his arms folded, moved to Jiang An's side, raised his head, and showed Jiang An the business page on the mobile phone.

Jiang An nodded to indicate that the call from the landline was being connected, and he spoke in English, which was not in the dictionary that Bai San should have as a senior high school student.

I probably understood a few sentences, asked the chef if he had time, said that he wanted to simmer the vegetable porridge softer, and said no round radishes, onions, tomatoes, mushrooms, and lettuce...

Bai San lowered his head silently, hugged himself tightly, and sucked his nose, he felt that he was being targeted.

Although Jiang An communicated smoothly, the restaurant finally sent a crawler snowmobile, but the delivery man got stuck 15 meters away from the restaurant.

The wind blew up, the road couldn't be seen, the snow was blowing sideways, and the full trash can flew into the sky in front of him.

At the same time, Bai San received a text message on his mobile phone.

[According to the forecast of the meteorological department, due to the joint influence of cold air and warm and humid air flow, there will be a snowstorm in our city from the night of the 10th to the 12th, and 10-20 cm of snow will form, and the roads will be severely icy. The general public is reminded to prepare for the cold , pay attention to travel safety, it is recommended to reserve 1-2 weeks of daily necessities at home. ]

"..." To finish.

Bai San's head became more dizzy, he handed the mobile phone tremblingly to Jiang An, squatted by the window, shivering under the quilt.

On weekdays, the advantages of living in a [-]-story high-rise building with floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the city are even more vividly reflected now.

The long and narrow ice and snow slanted across, one after another like a thick fog, and the dense vegetation on both sides of the road was covered with night, forming a long and thin dark border. The howling wind hit the glass with majestic momentum. His breathing was weak and small.

If it was an hour or two late, they might be stuck in the hospital now and couldn't come back.

"When the wind and snow are light, just go out and do some shopping."

Jiang An understates, as if one plus one equals two is as simple as one plus one equals two. With one step of his long legs, he raises his hand to pinch the soft flesh on the back of his neck, lifts him from the window to the sofa, picks up the controller and operates the curtains to close, "I Go to the kitchen and look for some food."

Bai San shrank his neck and let out an "oh", giving up hope in his heart.

When he brought him a spare cotton mop just now, Jiang An specifically dialed the landline and asked the cleaner where to put it.I don't even know where to put my own things, and I don't come back often, so I don't know how to prepare food.

He curled up and lay sideways on the sofa, with his head on the pillow, and he missed his home very much. The pork ribs with scallions, beef tenderloin with black pepper, beef brisket stewed with tomatoes, and chicken-flavored instant noodles with pickled peppers and bamboo shoots were in the cabinet.

Out of the corner of his eye, Jiang An walked into the kitchen, his figure gradually disappeared behind the screen, Bai San suddenly jumped up, jumped off the sofa, and Xiao Yituo followed.

If he hadn't been dissuaded, he would still be sitting in the classroom with stacks of review materials stacked high on the table, biting his pen while doing the questions, hearing the windows blown by the wind, and hearing the students talking with their hands covered in surprise The sound, occasionally raising the head to look out the window, day after day, is not something that can be remembered for many years.

Jiang An found two gift boxes from the top of the cabinet. The New Year's gift was received last year, but it was only half a month ago.

It is packaged in gold and red flashing paper, with the words "Five Grain and Harvest" written on it, and it is unrestrained and freehand.

When you take it apart, there are only five bags of grains, rice, millet, purple rice, black rice, and sorghum rice.

As soon as he lowered his head, he saw Bai San like a clingy cat wagging its tail and meowing around his feet, looking at him innocently, as well as his little hands with nowhere to rest and his tiptoes sneaking up on tiptoes.

"Is white porridge okay?" Jiang An asked.

"..."

In special times, it is difficult.

Bai San nodded in confusion, fortunately his name was Bai San, not Bai Porridge.Otherwise, it would be strange to eat white porridge. Although eating white porridge in vain, it also feels like eating brothers and sisters.

One day in the future, he must invite Jiang An to eat rice noodles and conduct an interview.

Jiang An was adding water, Jiang An was washing rice, Jiang An was adjusting the fire, Jiang An opened his lips: "The quilt has fallen."

Three steps away, Bai San was lying on the corner of the cooking table, his calf was dangling in the air, he was suddenly startled, almost fell off the high stool, he squatted down to pick it up.

The cool-toned light fell gently, and the young man's shoulders were thin and soft, which should be carrying light and love.

Bai San picked up the quilt, sweating all over his body before, and it became sticky after sensing the room temperature. He raised his hand and rubbed the back of his neck uncomfortably, sat back on the high stool, put his chin on the countertop and his calf again. Started to shake, looked up at the river bank, spoke with a nasal voice, soft and soft.

"Doctor Jiang, I want to take a bath."

"Go to the second floor, the innermost room on the right." Jiang An persisted in floating the white foam in the porridge with a spoon, without lifting his head, and pulled his lips slightly. "Wash in hot water, around 37 degrees, and don't take too long."

Bai San lay on the cooking table and whispered "Mmm", his head buried in his arms, without moving, his eyes glued to Jiang An's wide palm.

Holding a wooden spoon, he slowly stirred the pure white rice grains in the glass saucepan.

The dry fingertips are warm, with the smell of writing and ink, the lightness of old soy water, and the common taste of tea, rice, oil and salt.

The rice grains were sinking and floating in the glass saucepan, Jiang An put down the spoon and hung it on the silver rack, the sound was crisp.He cleaned his hands, wiped the water marks, and went up to the second floor.

Bai San wagged his little tail and followed behind with curved eyes.

The innermost room is the master bedroom with shower room.

"Just unpack," Jiang An found underwear and a pair of short-sleeved shorts for summer, and handed them to him. "The size is a bit too big, so it will last for one night."

The clothes have just been taken out of the closet, and the smell of men's perfume that will dissipate is felt first than the soft touch. It is the same as cigarettes, bars, and sex. For Baisan, it is not something that should be touched now. Carrying insurmountable time and distance.

Now, on this night that is different from the past, it is the first time I have crossed over, so that I have not passed the end of my nose and lived in the apex of my heart.

He carried a bundle of extremely soft clothes, went into the bathroom, stopped before closing the door, and poked out a small head.

Jiang An pressed the small orange wall lamp on the wall, the gramophone needle slowly fell on the vinyl record, and the notes jumped out of the gilt water lotus-shaped horn. He opened an original book next to the bed cabinet and leaned lazily under the window.

——I won’t be leaving for a short time.

After hearing this subtext, Bai San felt relieved.Looking around the shower room, he couldn't find the little duck. He was a little disappointed. He stuck out his tongue, sang "Little Star" in a low voice, and began to wash in vain.

There is a long mirror at the sink, and he took a picture when he came out. Jiang An’s clothes were still too big, and the short sleeves were worn on him, hanging down to his knees. The inside was empty, and the shorts turned into long trousers, and he had to fold them twice , so as not to step on the trouser legs.

He came out barefoot and wrapped in a small blanket. He had just taken a shower and was cold.

The curtains were closed in the bedroom, it was pure black, with no light at all.

In the darkness, the small wall lamp on the wall emits a warm halo, illuminating a square inch of space centered on the river bank. He is comfortably leaning against the back of the chair, with his legs folded, the book covered in red velvet spread out on his knees, and his slender fingers End point live at the end of the page.

There was a sound of opening the door, and he looked up, the corners of his pursed lips were stretched with two thin lines, which were pulled down slightly. At first glance, he looked harsh, but at second glance, he seemed to be smiling, and he was in a happy mood. When he looked closely, he seemed to be disturbed. Expressionless.

The wet and white hair condensed into small drops of water, which fell on the cold white collar around the neck, quickly blurring the circle.He squeezed a small blanket and wrapped it into a small rice dumpling, his whole body was cold, he opened his eyes wide and looked over, and saw Jiang An's eyes were half closed, and the light jumped on his eyelashes to cast a faint shadow.

It's so long, I want to grab it.

"The hair dryer is on the top floor of the mirror cabinet." Jiang An looked around him, lowered his head, raised his fingertips slightly, and opened a page of the book.

Whether he could reach the top of the cabinet or not, Bai San shook his head and refused, a few small drops of water flew to the floor, and another drop flew to himself and landed on the page in Jiang An's hand, the paleness turned into damp ash, and the words appeared on both sides.

The red velvet book stays on one page for a long time.

Bai San shrank his neck suddenly, looked at his toes, with an innocent face, "I don't like blowing my hair, the whirring sound is terrible."

The sound brought by the wind, like a bunch of green pepper monsters calling his nickname, is continuous, and after listening to it, he will definitely have nightmares at night, he swears.

"Your fever has not subsided."

Bai San pretended to be stupid with his ears closed, and said sternly, "Yes."

Jiang An smiled, watching Bai San's hands behind his back quietly closed the bathroom door, slowly rolled up his dangling cuffs, and grabbed the blanket twice to wrap himself tightly. On the table, he raised his palm and signaled him to come over.

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