casual and fun

In order not to trouble Fu Yi, Yang Sile slept on the sofa all night.

When he got up early the next morning, he found that the third toothbrush in the bathroom that did not belong to him and Aunt Fu had switched directions, so he speculated that Shi Nian had sneaked out while he was asleep.

Perhaps it was because he had come out that Shi Nian forgot to lock it for the second time. He pressed down on the doorknob with the mentality of giving it a try, and the door opened.

In the cramped bedroom, the curtains were tightly closed and the light was dim. Shi Nian curled up under the heavy quilt, facing the window, and slept soundly.

Yang Sile tiptoed around the end of the bed, came to the edge of the bed, squatted on the ground silently looking at his baby who hadn't woken up yet.

Shi Nian has long eyelashes and fair skin. Even without lighting, he looks like a doll placed in a window.The more he looked at it, the more he wanted to take it for himself, the more he looked at it, the more he wanted this doll to come to life full of vitality, he smiled at himself, wanted to hug him, and took the initiative to give himself a kiss.

He always thinks of what to do.

A new week of parting has arrived, and the desire to touch is simply out of control.Yang Sile only hesitated for a moment before holding his breath, holding the bedside table with one hand and pressing the other hand on the edge of the bed, slowly and quietly leaned over, approaching Shi Nian's face.

But he actually doesn't know how to kiss. He was afraid of not mastering the strength and technique, so he woke up Shi Nian recklessly, and he couldn't explain it when the time came.He must never repeat the same mistakes.

So he stopped when he was only two fingers wide from Shi Nian's lips.

He bowed his waist and raised his chin, keeping this posture motionless, and greedily tracing the lips that were close at hand with his eyes. Xiao thought about the picture of their first kiss and the scene of their mutual love, but finally he had no choice but to give up.

Time waits for no one, and even saying goodbye to Shi Nian in person has become a luxury. Yang Sile sighed in his heart, reluctantly got up from the bed, took one last look at him, then turned and left to catch the train at South Station.

The door was closed very carefully, leaving only a crescent moon as the light source in the bedroom.Hearing the sound of footsteps coming from the living room outside, Shi Nian slowly opened his eyes, his eyes were clear.

He reached out to touch the thing Yang Sile had placed next to his pillow just now, and to his surprise, it turned out to be a sweat towel.He unfolded the sweat towel, took advantage of the light to observe for a while, then buried his face in the soft fabric and sniffed it.

In the midwinter season, sweat towels were useless and filled with the scent of laundry detergent, he was somewhat disappointed.Immediately afterwards, he felt absurd for his disappointment, and threw it away in a faceless manner.

He got up and came to the window, silently opened the curtain a slit, hid behind and looked downstairs.After a while, Yang Sile appeared with a backpack on his back.

It was less than six o'clock, and the sky was still dark, like it was late at night. Seeing him walking forward alone against the cold wind, Shi Nian also felt a little lonely and lost.

Yang Sile seemed to have noticed something, and suddenly stopped and turned around to look upstairs.Shi Nian was startled, hurriedly lowered the curtains to cover half of his face, leaned against the window and lamented how dangerous it was.

But when he realized that the sky was so dark and the distance was so far away, it was unlikely that Yang Sile would notice his existence, so he immediately regained some confidence and opened a little gap to look out again.

Downstairs, Yang Sile disappeared.

Are you in a hurry to drive the car by walking so fast?Since he is in such a hurry, why come all the way here and waste the rest time, why not stay in Qingjiang well, he does not lack this bit of concern from his brother.

Shi Nian lay back on the bed, convincing himself to fall asleep quickly and not to care about such trivial matters.However, Yang Sile's behavior before he left really couldn't stop him from worrying too much.

What is he doing so close?You don't need to put a sweat towel face to face.

Could it be... something dirty stuck on his face? !

Shi Nian was startled, and raised his hand to check the corners of his eyes - there was no eye mucus; he touched the corners of his mouth - there were no saliva marks either.

Fuck, what exactly is Yang Sile planning to do!

Just when he couldn't help guessing that Yang Sile might want to draw a pig's head on his face, the phone beside the pillow suddenly lit up.

Yang Sile sent him a WeChat message: "Open the door every year."

Shi Nian's eyes were wide open, and a burst of inexplicable ecstasy caught his whole mind unexpectedly, leaving him no time to look at others, and immediately jumped up from the bed, before he even had time to put on his slippers, he just beeped, beeped, beeped He ran out of the bedroom to open the door for Yang Sile.

The moment he opened the anti-theft door, he saw a black figure rushing towards him. He was taken a step back by the inertia of the impact, and in the next second there was a tightly wrapped human-shaped pendant in his arms.

"Yang Sile, you..."

Regardless of previous suspicions, Yang Sile hugged him tightly, and cut off his words out of breath: "Let me hug him for a while, just for a while."

He just glanced back out of intuition, but unexpectedly found that Shi Nian was peeking at him upstairs, so he was so happy that he couldn't care about anything else, and ran back.

After hugging the person for real, he felt that the cold wind pouring into the jacket was squeezed out, and replaced by a warm baby who was very suitable for him.In this way, standing for another twelve and a half hours seemed to be enjoyable.

Shi Nian was so embarrassed that he didn't know where to put his hands, so he simply let him hold them.

Yang Sile pressed his lips to the junction of his neck and shoulders, "Niannian, say you don't want me to go."

Shi Nian was numb half of his body due to the heat from his breath, and his tongue could not be straightened: "Yang, Yang Sile..."

"Yeah." Yang Sile closed his eyes in reply, and repeated, "Say you don't want me to go."

Shi Nian's cheeks were hot and his ears were red, and he could hardly bear this torture.He turned his head to avoid the wind-cold lips on his neck, intending to push Yang Sile away.

Yang Sile didn't agree, pulled him back and locked him in his arms, and said softly, bewitchingly: "Hey, tell me."

Shi Nian panicked and denied it categorically: "Why are you crazy! Who can't bear you!"

Yang Sile became more and more sure: "Then you say, Yang Sile, don't come to see me in the future, I don't care. As long as you say, I won't come in the future, just say it."

This is what Mr. Lin Lilin taught him, choose one of the two, extreme and extreme, simple, easy to use and easy to judge.

Yang Sile didn't want to wake Fu Yi up, so he urged him in a low voice: "If you don't talk about it, I will miss the train and the evening self-study."

Shi Nian couldn't say anything, so he raised his face and begged him: "Brother...Brother Yangyang, I don't remember the past, you don't have to act like a brother to me, can you let me go?"

Yang Sile didn't let go: "Who is your brother? Didn't you call me Yang Sile?"

In terms of strength, Shi Nian couldn't resist, he gritted his teeth and pinched Yang Sile's arm: "I don't want you to go, it's alright, let go!"

Satisfied, Yang Sile let go of his hands and retreated to the security door, and smiled at him, "I can't bear you either."

He took the initiative to close the anti-theft door and made a gesture of farewell, but in the end he couldn't help but poke his head in and tell Shi Nian: "I'm leaving, you should go back and lie down, and be careful not to catch a cold with your bare feet. I'll come see you next weekend." , you have to listen to the doctor, take medicine and treat your illness well, and don't make Aunt Fu angry."

Shi Nian grabbed the doorknob and pulled it in angrily: "I want you to take care of it!"

The two wrestled across a door, and Yang Sile caught off guard and kissed him between the eyebrows through the narrow gap: "Brother really left."

"Get out, get out!" Shi Nian frowned, slammed the door shut, leaned on the door panel and wiped the skin that Yang Sile had kissed with his hands in a panic.

Yang Sile, on the other hand, was quite bright, and ran downstairs refreshed and headed for the South Station.When he got on the subway, he didn't forget to send Shi Nian a little chick to rub his face.

Shi Nian didn't know how to reply, so he didn't reply at all, and was overwhelmed to make him sleepy.

After closing my eyes for 10 minutes, I still haven't fallen asleep, but my face is getting hotter and hotter.He opened his eyes and carefully touched his kissed forehead.

I can't escape, I can't avoid it, and I'm back to that question——

What exactly does Yang Sile want to do?

Yang Sile didn't think about what to do, he just wanted to use his sincerity to call back his precious Niannian, if one weekend is not enough, just two weekends, if two weekends are not enough, just three, four, five, six.

But after that morning, he finally came to his senses. Shi Nian was a child who didn't mean what he said, and obviously he couldn't do it without some strong tactics.

Therefore, he unilaterally broke the habit of talking to Shi Nian on a regular basis. Even if he was curious about his recent situation, he resolutely refused to call and ask. Everything will be discussed when he arrives in Shanghai on Saturday evening.

Shi Nian secretly ridiculed him for being naive and old-fashioned, because idiots can't understand this trick, and he saw it clearly.

It coincided with the bottleneck period of psychological counseling and drug treatment. During this period of time, his memories of the past and learning skills were extremely limited, and he was inevitably irritable. Naturally, he was quite dissatisfied with Yang Sile's plans.

Okay, don't talk to anyone, whoever speaks first is a dog.

Once Yang Sile stopped talking, the only one who would usually chat with him was a male classmate named Zhang Qinghao.He has a little impression, and he can barely say a few words without revealing his secrets.

He learned from Zhang Qinghao that there seemed to be something wrong with Yang Sile's band, Xie Chenyu stayed in the classroom during club activity class, and did not go to Minle Building as usual.

Shi Nian didn't remember Xie Chen, but the name appeared many times in last year's notebook, so he asked Yang Sile carefully when he came to Shanghai for the third time.

Yang Sile suspected that Xie Chen was still a special one to him, so he was not willing to talk about it in detail, so he brought out Lin Li and said perfunctorily: "He has a story with our female lead singer, don't think about it."

Shi Nian said with certainty: "The doctor made me think."

Yang Sile frowned: "You can think about other things, but you can't think about this."

Shi Nian finally caught the opportunity to confront him, how could he let it go easily.

"Why? If you're not sure, you're not sure?" He put down the TV remote control, and told Yang Sile seriously, "I wrote down in my notebook many times that I like him, can't I get to know the people I liked? If one day you also have someone you like, wouldn't you be curious?"

Yang Sile was a little annoyed, not only because Shi Nian cared about Xie Chen, but also because Shi Nian didn't care about tonight's dissolution.

The person he likes doesn't care about what he cares about, but only cares about a fuzzy mood that has long since expired, he can't continue to comfort himself, Shi Nian actually still has love for him.

Seeing his silence, Shi Nian sarcastically sarcastically said, "Forget it, you've never liked anyone, so how could you understand?"

Yang Sile watched the cross talk show on TV expressionlessly: "Yeah, I don't understand, the person I like doesn't need me to understand."

Shi Nian didn't expect him to confess straightforwardly, so he choked up: "You... have someone you like?"

Yang Sile generously admitted: "Yeah."

"who is it?"

"You can't remember anyway."

Shi Nian was scarred by him, and there was absolutely no reason for him to save face: "Don't change too frequently, I'm embarrassed to say the name, right? You guys who play bands are the most promiscuous. Isn't it common for you to go on and on?"

Yang Sile turned to look at him with gloomy eyes: "You're right, I like this one today and that one tomorrow, trick this girl into sleeping with me today, and trick that girl into sleeping with me tomorrow, can you control me?"

"Yang Sile! Why are you like this!" Shi Nian got serious, "It's...disgusting."

Yang Sile looked at him in pain and anger, and said hoarsely after a long time: "I haven't said anything more disgusting. That's all you can imagine about people who run a band."

Shi Nian admitted that since the amnesia relapsed, it has become his conditioned reflex to hate Yang Sile. Many times he just can't understand Yang Sile's happy look and deliberately finds fault with him.

But he swore that he really wanted to ask Yang Sile about Xie Chen today, but he just mentioned the topic of "like", and he couldn't control his negative emotions.

Especially when Yang Sile said that he already has someone he likes, he couldn't control the sadness and jealousy in his heart.

Yang Sile has a good temper. In the past, he always accommodated and tolerated him, but not today.In order to protect the name of the sweetheart who was not present, he never backed down even a single step, proving that that person was not his choice on a whim, but a very special existence.

At least he is more special than his younger brother.

Shi Nian was going crazy with jealousy.He is a double standard, that is capricious, that is, only state officials are allowed to set fires and Yang Sile is not allowed to light lamps.How could Yang Sile have an object of admiration?

Yang Sile was also furious, and didn't answer him any more. After greeting Fu Yi, he took his luggage and went to the train station ahead of time, and didn't stay overnight.

Fu Yi was washing clothes, and seeing that he was about to leave three hours after arriving, he felt something was wrong.

Seeing that the door of Shi Nian's room was closed, she immediately understood everything. She was embarrassed to stop Yang Sile, and sent him a WeChat red envelope of several hundred yuan to express comfort, and told him to find a better hotel to stay. Never mind that stubborn ass Shi Nian.

In the past two and a half months, Yang Sile's frugality has gone wrong. He was unwilling to pay an extra five or six hundred for just a few hours of sleep, so he just went to the train station and sat down to sleep all night.

The central air conditioner was turned on at night in South Station, but it was still not too warm.He wanted to write a song and stay up all night, and then sleep under his coat when he got in the car, but he couldn't stay up in the middle of the night, and fell asleep without paying attention.

He was woken up several times by the cold, but he didn't take it seriously. He put on the hood of the sweater, put his hands under his thighs to warm them, and continued to sleep.

Sitting next to him, the aunt who also waited for the overnight bus patted his arm. He didn't respond, but pushed his shoulder, and he woke up with a rapid heartbeat.

"Young man, are you going back to Qingjiangbei? The ticket has been checked."

Yang Sile had a headache and a stiff neck, raised his hands and rubbed the back of his neck, glanced at the eye-catching clock in the waiting hall, thanked his aunt, and hurriedly grabbed his schoolbag to queue up for the ticket check.

Until then, he didn't care much. After getting in the car, he still had the energy to reply to Chen Nan's WeChat, and by the way, confirmed that Shi Nian hadn't sent a message to admit his mistake.

In the past two weeks, no matter how hard Shi Nian talked and broke up with himself again, he never got angry.He even optimistically felt that Shi Nian deliberately revealed his character flaws because he trusted him.

But this time was different, he couldn't bear Shi Nian trampling on his love, so he had to apologize for it.

If Shi Nian didn't apologize, he wouldn't ask for leave to celebrate his birthday three days later, and he would have to reconsider whether to give him a birthday present.

Yang Sile thought that this punishment was quite harsh, and never thought about the possibility that he would not be able to go to Shanghai to celebrate Shi Nian's birthday.

The night he returned to Qingjiang, he caught a cold. First he had sore limbs and runny nose, followed by sore throat, cough, dry eyes, and finally loss of appetite, splitting headache, vomiting and diarrhea.

Chen Nan was so frightened that he took him to the infirmary for an examination. He honestly explained to the school doctor that he always had headaches during this time, just like someone repeatedly hitting his brain with a hammer, which greatly affected the quality of sleep.

The doctor asked him about his recent schedule, and he said, "Student, I'm afraid you're suffering from neurasthenia."

He signed an exit slip and handed it to Chen Nan: "You help him to ask the head teacher for leave, and he will go to a regular hospital for further examination."

Chen Nan was as anxious as if Yang Sile had a terminal illness, and rushed back to the teaching building like an arrow, and quickly finished everything for him, including calling Cen Wanping.

Yang Sile thought to himself, there is no such exaggeration, at most it is a severe flu, drink some granules and sleep a couple of nights, and it will be fine.

Cen Wanping paid more attention to him than him, so she took him to the No.1 People's Hospital in Qingjiang City to register for an expert account. After a whole afternoon of blood tests and CT scans, she was finally diagnosed with neurasthenia, stomach cramps, upper respiratory tract inflammation, and low-grade fever. symptom.

However, I don't know whether it's because he ate too little, the immune system protested, or there was indeed "sickness" in the hospital. Yang Sile was infused with fluids for two hours in the outpatient observation room. After returning home, his condition not only did not improve, but worsened .

On the night of NO.17, a large patch of herpes zoster suddenly appeared on his left back, which was painful and itchy, which made him sleepless. In the early morning of NO.18, his body temperature broke through 38°C and was about to go straight to 39°C.

At this time, he was already groggy and unable to get up to go to the hospital alone.

When Cen Wanping called the door in the morning, no one answered. When she entered the room, she found that her precious son was just like being fished out of the water, with his eyes closed, his body was soaked, and his lips were pale.She was almost shocked by the scene in front of her, and hurriedly drove him to the emergency department at the hospital closest to her home.

The doctor's conclusion was: Irregular work and rest, too little rest, a sharp drop in resistance, and the latent "varicella-zoster" virus in the body invaded the nerves, and now it broke out.

Yang Sile had never suffered from chickenpox since he was a child, and he was tortured by neuralgia, bone-deep itching, and high fever that did not go away, leaving him lifeless.

The doctor prescribed him external ointments and internal painkillers, so that he could take another one if he couldn't stand it anymore.The most important thing is to rest well, eat well, and increase resistance.

Now Yang Sile doesn't have to hesitate to ask Teacher Xue for leave. In 24 hours a day, he suffers from high fever for ten hours and can't wake up. The remaining few hours are for eating, taking medicine, going to the toilet, and going to the hospital for infusions. .Going to school normally is a fantasy.

When he seldom wakes up, or when he is so itchy that he can't sleep, he always thinks of Shi Nian, and wonders if he has been sick for so many years, whether he is just like himself now, suffering and angry all his life.

So he couldn't bear to blame Shi Nian again, and he completely forgave Shi Nian for all his mistakes after experiencing a recurrence of his illness.Shi Nian was more resilient than he thought.

If you see him sick like this every year, will you be gentle with him and talk to him nicely?

Niannian's heart is so soft, he must be distressed to death.

The longing in illness can easily turn into the hope of recovery. Yang Sile thought this way at first, and his desire to go to Shanghai to celebrate Shi Nian's birthday became stronger and stronger, and he couldn't stop it.

It is said that 17 years old is the best age, and he hopes that he can witness the first day of Shi Nian's 17-year-old.

In the early morning of NO.19, his body temperature dropped from 38.8°C to 37.9°C. Although he was still running a fever, he was swaying and spinning without walking.He set the alarm clock at 04:30, got up and secretly packed the guitar and NO.20 medicine for internal and external use a day.

In the past two days, Cen Wanping took care of him while handling chores at work, and she was exhausted. It was four or five o'clock when she slept the most deeply. She didn't notice that her son was about to slip away to Shanghai, thousands of miles away.

Today's subjective and objective conditions do not allow Yang Sile to save money, so he waved his hand, extravagantly took a taxi and went to Qingjiang North Station to wait for the bus.

The ticket was booked a long time ago, thanks to the fact that he didn't refund the ticket in anger after arguing with Shi Nian a few days ago, he still has a seat to sit on now.

After the bullet train drove out of the Qingjiang border, he dared to send a message to Cen Wanping to report his whereabouts: "Mom, I went to Shanghai to find Niannian to play, and I came back after his birthday. I am much better, and the fever is gone. You will take your medicine on time, so don't worry."

He was afraid that Cen Wanping would scold him for being a fool, so he boldly boasted that Haikou had subsided his fever, so he turned off the phone and put on his coat to sleep.

Long-distance bullet trains have many stops, and the flight attendants will push the dining car back and forth from time to time, asking passengers if they want lunch boxes or souvenirs.Yang Sile was woken up countless times and was very tired from rest.

The food in the box lunch was greasy, and he felt sick to his stomach just by smelling the smell in the carriage, and he couldn't eat it at all.In order to reduce the number of times he went to the bathroom, so that no one would take care of his seat and lose important documents and belongings, he didn't even drink a few sips of water. He woke up, slept, woke up, woke up and went back to sleep, and repeated twelve cycles like this. Hour.

When he got out of the car, he clearly felt that the lack of air circulation and lack of food and water aggravated his condition.He was dizzy, his feet were sloppy, and he had double images when he saw people.

In addition, the heavy down jacket also made the herpes on his back hot and itchy, making him restless.

If there is any way, he wants to come by himself.

As the Spring Festival travel season is approaching, there are huge crowds of people on the platform, and countless people carry several large bags on their shoulders to return home, or people who are about to enter the city are blocked in front of the escalators and elevators, which seriously affects the exit speed in the middle of the platform. limit.

Yang Sile was in low spirits, walked slowly, and didn't have much luggage, so he didn't have to take the elevator.In order not to affect the people who were eager to go home, he spent a lot of effort to get out of the crowd, came to the platform, and moved along the high-speed train track to the direction of the stairs.

But there are still many impatient people, and dialects from all over the world are mixed together. If you say "Why don't you go?" and he says "Don't push me to cut me down", it's like swarms of flies entering the urn, and the people in the urn are noisy. Yang Sile's head almost exploded.

He has nothing or anyone to support him, and the remaining strength can still support him to walk weakly, but he has to stop and rest for a few seconds after taking two steps, gasping for breath and coughing a few times.

Seeing that the stairs were approaching and the crowd was getting denser, Yang Sile inevitably became impatient.

He leaned in, intending to blend into the flow of people who were pretending to line up in an orderly manner, for fear that if he yielded to the first one, he would be forced to "give way" to the next countless people, becoming the last one to leave the station on the entire platform.

He couldn't hold on anymore, he couldn't waste his limited energy on useless waiting.

So he buried his head and stood a little further in. As a result, the middle-aged female passenger on the left took half a step towards him in order to avoid the huge luggage of the predecessor, and he accidentally stepped on her heel.

"Squeeze what!" The aunt bent her elbows on the spot and slammed his body away.

As good as he could die, this elbow hit Yang Sile right in the stomach.

He let out a low cry of pain, and subconsciously bent down to protect his stomach, but the guitar on his back inadvertently poked another grandpa's face.

The uncle was old and strong, and he waved his hand to the head of the guitar, and easily pushed him out again.

Yang Sile was dizzy and lost his balance. He staggered a few steps in succession, his body was pulled backwards by the guitar, and he stumbled and fell into the one-meter-deep train track.

Suddenly there was an exclamation at the scene: "Someone fell! Help!"

Yang Sile fell on the guitar, and the guitar fell on the rails. The shock made his chest numb and he couldn't make any sound.

He opened his eyes with difficulty and tried to get up, but his limbs were weak and he failed.

There were countless terrified or eager faces around the platform. Someone stretched out his hand towards him, and his lips opened and closed, not knowing what to say.When he realized that he had tinnitus, it was already after the recovery of various noises and human voices.

He heard the woman who stretched out her hand to him glance into the distance, then lowered her head and shouted at him: "Why are you in a daze! Come up quickly! Another train is about to enter the station!"