When the storm took the script

On New Year's Eve, the flavor of the new year is getting stronger. The Qingshi Hutong is full of red lanterns. Children cover their ears in twos and threes and light firecrackers. With the opening of the Spring Festival Gala, a small snowfall comes one after another.

The Qiao family has a weak family relationship. Since Qiao Yong’s parents gave all the money to their son when Qiao Yong started his business, the two daughters married far away and rarely came back. So this year’s Qiao family is still only Qiao An and grandma. .

Even so, window grilles, couplets, lanterns, all the customs left by the ancestors are indispensable, Qiao An got busy early in the morning.

"Grandma, are you reading right?"

"It's right, it's right!"

"Do you want to hang this Niannianyu or Nianhua doll in the room?"

"Baby, baby looks happy."

The sound of firecrackers did not stop all day long, and the Spring Festival Gala at night was as lively and boring. Qiao An was talking with his grandma while chatting with Fu Xiao, such as which kind of dumpling he ate, which skit was so boring, and the color scheme of this dance was too similar Scrambled eggs with tomatoes... Trivial and boring things like that.

The old man couldn't stay up late, so he went to bed early.

In order to have a good omen, Qiao Yu struggled with his heavy eyelids until the early morning, when the phone rang suddenly, and he was so frightened that he was holding a piece of hot iron in his hand, and turned it upside down twice before holding it firmly.

The countdown is on on TV.

3.

2.

1--

On the phone, Fu Xiao said, "Come out, I've given you a gift."

Qiao An quickly ran into the room, put the neatly folded new clothes on the bed on himself, ran out quickly, and pushed the door open.

Fu Xiao leaned against the car and was smiling at him, thin snow fell on the top of his head and shoulders, a string of red lanterns swaying in the wind above his head, and the lights of Wanjia seemed to fall into his dark pupils.

The Chinese composition topic of the final exam is "a place with an ordinary meaning" as the theme.

Qiao An has never been to any good place. He was imprisoned in the small place of Jiangcheng for 18 years. It was very difficult to write. In order to write some emotions, he racked his brains to make up a sentimental story for the breakfast stall at the entrance of the alley. .

The marking teacher is not a fool, he almost failed the Chinese because of the low score in the composition.

But now that Qiao An knew how to write, he was full of thoughts to Fu Xiaowen.

just write—

The man was there, dimly lit.

It was snowing heavily outside, and a thin layer of snow had already fallen on a black car at the door.

Compared with Fu Xiao's preference in the past, this car is obviously much more spacious, and there are ulterior motives at first glance.

Qiao An straddled him. The navel orange is very difficult for a novice, and the posture is very deep. The person who came to give the gift was obviously here to unwrap the gift.

On the night of New Year's Eve, many children unlocked the gate control, and they were still strolling outside in the early morning, playing in the snow in twos and threes wearing new clothes, Qiao An raised his neck and almost looked at a little girl, so scared that he immediately lay back on his stomach again.

Fu Xiao covered his mouth and muffled a smile in his ear, "Qiao Qiao, don't make a sound, you can't see it from outside, but you may not hear it."

"..."

Qiao An was terrified, he gritted his teeth, he didn't dare to move too much, his neck stretched into a line, and he grabbed Fu Xiao's clothes with such strength that he seemed to tear the fabric off.

It took a while for Qiao An to come to his senses. Fu Xiao only opened his trouser chain, and he was still well-dressed after finishing, but Qiao An was almost stripped off.

Fu Xiao put the clothes off one by one for Uncle Qiao to put back on, and suddenly saw a red envelope dropped on the ground.

"Lucky money?"

Qiao Yu is so old and has never confiscated other people's New Year's money except grandma. He lay on Fu Xiao's lap and happily took it and squeezed it. It was quite thick. He said in shock, "Mr. Did you give it to me?"

"No, Teacher Chen and I still haven't taken out the red envelope from my pocket." Fu Xiao had an ominous premonition, and subconsciously wanted to snatch the unknown red envelope, but Qiao An opened it first.

Inside is a stack of photos.

Definitely not an intimate photo of the two, holding hands, hugging, kissing.

Qiao An pulled out one.

The smile was immediately frozen, and the photo fell from Qiao An's fingers, and slowly landed on the snow that had accumulated three inches.

His mind was blank now, and the chill began to spread from his fingertips until he was frozen into a block of ice.

Since these photos could appear in the pocket of Qiao An's new clothes in the form of red envelopes, the best guess is that only Aunt Zhang knew about them, and then reminded Qiao An in this way.

Fu Xiao regretted why he couldn't be more cautious, he squeezed Qiao An's cold fingers tightly, picked up the photo, only to find a line of words written on the back.

He rolled his Adam's apple, and displayed the line of words in front of Qiao An.

"This..." Qiao An's grip on Fu Xiao became stronger, her eyes were red, and she opened and closed her mouth several times before making a sound: "It's grandma...she taught me to write when I was young..."

Fu Xiao turned over all the other photos in the red envelope, and each one had the same words written on them, and the strokes were a little trembling. In some places, it took two strokes to connect them because the writers were not strong enough, but it can still be seen that grandma is young It must be a good handwriting.

Qiao Yu didn't dare to tell his grandma that he fell in love with men, and he didn't dare to hope that this old man who received a feudal education could understand what homosexuality is.

Grandma really didn't understand, didn't understand.But she still held the pen, and wrote down her preference for Qiao An word by word behind the photos that were spilled through the crack of the door with malice.

she says:

Jojo be happy.

On the first day of the new year, the sound of firecrackers started at [-] o'clock in the morning. Qiao Yu pushed her grandma to look out of the window, "It's a new year!"

He lit a small firecracker in the small yard. He was no more timid than a rabbit. He ran away as soon as the fuse was lit. He didn't notice the stone buried in the snow. When I got up, I was afraid that it would be unlucky to frown, so I grinned and wished that every year would have today and every year would have today.

The fifth day of the first lunar month.

Grandma Joe has gone.

This snow fell for a long time, intermittently, even heavier than the one that Qiao An went to City A that day, the old man did not survive this winter.

It's joy and mourning.

The day before, Fu Xiao was still talking with Grandma Qiao, looking at the photos of Qiao Euan when she was a child. The old man's memory is up and down, but he is very talkative.

There was no warning, and I walked away with a smile in my dream.

Grandma left everything to Qiao An, including the house and her few savings. She wanted Qiao An to leave with Fu Xiao, but she was afraid that Fu Xiao would not want Qiao An.

An old lady born in the countryside has no big plans, so she can only prepare as much money as possible for Qiao An. Even if there is no one else, Qiao An can go to college without any worries, find a good job, and forget about the family. After giving him all the pain, he left Jiangcheng and started a new life completely.

The old man's death was handled by his two daughters far away from other places. After knowing that Grandma Qiao had left all her inheritance to Qiao An, the two aunts didn't say anything, even very few words of greeting. The relationship between them was weak , Qiao Yu has also grown up, and did not express his intention to pick him up.

According to the customs of the ancestors, the mourning hall was placed at home, Qiao Yu didn't feel anything, he knelt numbly, the ground was full of his folded ingots, everything seemed to be in a dream, but the dream was too long, he Like an outsider, he rationally watched himself holding a black umbrella and holding the portrait, listening to the eulogy in his ear in a daze.

After the funeral, Qiao An didn't seem to have changed much. He was more sensible than before, and started studying before dawn, with two dark circles under his eyes.

But he couldn't sleep at night, as long as he closed his eyes, he could see the white mourning hall and the lonely tombstone, which were real and vague, but he was holding on to the clothes on his chest, but he couldn't cry.

Fu Xiao was faintly worried: "Did you not sleep these few days?"

Qiao Yu didn't speak, he curled up in Fu Xiao's arms every day.If he didn't close his eyes, then neither would Fu Xiao. He would find various topics to talk to him, tell him stories, until he heard his pretended calm breathing.

"I can not sleep."

Qiao Yu was staring at the ceiling in a daze, and had another day of insomnia until the early morning. His mental state was really bad. When he opened his eyes, he felt that the whole world was gray.

"Then I won't do my homework today, and I'll take you to do the cleaning." Fu Xiao picked him up from the bed and put on his clothes. "Will you live with me or with Teacher Chen?"

Qiao Yu hesitated for a moment: "Is it okay? Will Teacher Chen like me?"

"Yes, she likes a good boy like you very much."

Fu Xiao cooked a bowl of Lantern Festival. Qiao Yu had no appetite at first, but after knowing that it was made by Teacher Chen himself, he also ate a lot.

After eating, Fu Xiao kissed him on the forehead, and took him back to the old house in the alley. The mourning hall had been demolished, but the moment Qiao An stepped in, the hand holding Fu Xiao's arm was still trembling slightly .

Suddenly, a vast expanse of white was covered in front of my eyes, and my ears were filled with mourning music and the Great Compassion Mantra, as well as the bitter cries of some unfamiliar visitors.

Fu Xiao took the broom and handed it to Qiao An, and took a rag to wipe the stove. Mr. Fu, who hadn't cleaned for more than ten years, moved clumsily and without rules.

"Let me do it." Qiao An put the broom aside, took the rag from him, and took a basin of water. After wiping the same place several times with his head down, he suddenly spoke:

"When I was young, my grandma was already in poor health, but every time I came here, she would still cook for me. She was here to stir the pot, and I also took a small pot with toys in it and stood at his feet. "

"During the summer vacation, Xu Rou was busy traveling with her friends. Qiao Yong was in the company all the time and didn't have time to take me with her. She left me and Qiao Shan here, and Qiao Shan had braids all over her head. I was very picky at the time, and I didn’t eat this or that, but she finally found out that I like onions, so she cooked them for three days in a row.”

Qiao An couldn't help laughing when he said this, "I'll get hurt from eating it in the future, and I'm scared when I see onions."

"The rocking chair over there was made by grandpa for grandma. After grandpa is gone, she usually likes to lie here to bask in the sun and tell us stories, but I have heard those stories many times. When the TV rang, she immediately slipped out. It's gone... She tried to listen to it later, but she also forgot..."

When the rag dipped into the water, the clear water was immediately stained black.

"She is a very gentle person, and she is also very strong. When I took me over from Xu Rou, I have never seen her be so fierce. Aunt Zhang pushed a wheelchair and fiercely blocked the door with a stick. Don't let Xu Rou in..."

Qiao An put his hands on the stove, his eyes were red and sour, "I actually had a hunch, she kept holding my hand and saying sorry on the fourth night of the fourth day... I didn't reply to her, I thought, I won't promise her, Will she not go away..."

click.

A drop of tears fell into the water basin, splashing a drop of water, as if the valve had been opened, Qiao Yu couldn't hold it back anymore, tears streaming down his face, all the past went through in his mind disturbingly, his hands trembling I can't even lift that rag.

"No, there are some words that don't need to be said." Fu Xiao opened his long down jacket, wrapped him in his arms, and let Qiao An's endless tears soak his clothes, "Grandma Very smart, she understands you very well, and wants you to be happy."

Today is the fifteenth day of the first lunar month. In the customs of Jiangcheng, the fifteenth day of the first lunar month has a special meaning, and the sound of firecrackers keeps coming and going early in the morning.

Similarly, on the first day of the first lunar month, Qiao An set off a small firecracker in the yard, dropped a dog and ate shit, wishing that every year there will be today, and every year will have today.

And on the fifth day of the first lunar month, with the sound of crackling firecrackers, Qiao An also set off a small firecracker, but the person who taught him to say these auspicious words never had a second today.

The stagnant clock was finally ticked.

Qiao An said, "Grandma is gone."

Fu Xiao hummed lightly.

"I have no relatives."

"You still have me."

"Always have me."

After crying heartbreakingly, Qiao An was finally tired enough to fall asleep. Fu Xiao picked him up and put him on the bed. The nerves that had been tense for ten days were finally completely relaxed, and he quickly fell asleep while lying beside him.

When Qiao An woke up again, the room was pitch-black, with occasional rays of light leaking through the gaps in the heavy curtains.

Fu Xiao was lying beside him, sleeping more deeply than him.

Qiao An turned his head and was very serious for the first time. He observed the person in front of him without any distracting thoughts. Fu Xiao was very handsome, with a pair of beautiful red phoenix eyes that always looked sharp when he was not smiling, and he was not easy to approach. In front of Qiao An, he always stood in front of him with a smile and gentleness, being an umbrella he held up in the wind and rain and a lamp lit in the dark in this already alone world.

He has always thought that he is unfortunate, such a family, burdened with such crimes, has an unspeakable mental illness, and the front is so dark that he can't see his fingers.

It seems that I have lived for 18 years without any good luck.

But now he is very grateful to fate, Fu Xiao is the greatest good luck in his life.

Qiao Yu couldn't help but leaned forward and touched those two thin lips.

Just as he moved his lower body slightly and wanted to leave, Fu Xiao opened his eyes and hugged him into his arms, his eyes were still a little tired and lazy.

Qiao Yu pursed her lips, met his bloodshot eyes, and said guiltily, "I'm sorry."

"En." Fu Xiao lazily put his hands in his clothes and groped, feeling the body of the person in his arms softened before he sighed in satisfaction.

"On the eighth day, I wanted to take you to go skiing; on the ninth day, Teacher Chen said that there was an ice sculpture exhibition and wanted to ask if you were interested, and we could go together; on the tenth day, we could play games all day, and eat fried chicken when we were hungry. Noodles, Fat House Happy Water, leave homework and so on; on eleventh, Zhou Qian’s bar opened, and she invited a new band. It should be all night, so we will sleep for a day at twelve; Thirteen will take you to the hot spring; Fourteen will take you to buy a lot of beautiful little skirts."

But these are all missed.

Fu Xiao's expression was gentle, he always smiled lightly, his voice was as deep as the night wind, stirring people's hearts in every possible way.

He sat up and opened the curtains, looking into the dark night in the distance, "Fifteen, there is a fireworks show in the performance center, do you want to go?"

The fireworks show started at eight o'clock, and it hadn't started yet when the two went, but many people had already gathered.

The square is crowded with people, and Mr. Fu, who pursues chicness in everything, is the first time to squeeze such a crowd of people. The glasses are caught in the hands of a fat man in front of him laughing. How many feet trampled into pieces.

Qiao An clenched his hands into fists and waved them fiercely in front of the child. He didn't scare anyone, but he almost spit out a half-eaten candied haws.

"It's okay, the degree is not high." Fu Xiao pulled Qiao An out of the crowd, and pressed his hand on top of his head, "You are not tall enough to even see the fireworks, so you should carry a small horse with you when you come out later, and manually increase it by [-]." centimeter."

Qiao An was full of frustration, "Hmph, I don't care to watch it."

"Oh..." Fu Xiao folded his arms and smiled slightly, "Then shall we go back?"

Qiao An angrily pushed him, "I'll go back—"

The sky was suddenly illuminated, gorgeous fireworks exploded in the air, like countless shooting stars across the sky, shining brightly, and the show began.

Qiao An, who was dismissive just now, was immediately attracted attention. The colorful lights set off those black eyes, which were as bright as glass. Because of the height restriction, he had to jump twice from time to time when he was squeezed into the crowd, which caused a lot of trouble. human gaze.

After receiving a few blank stares, Qiao Yu stopped dancing, but couldn't help but want to look, and looked up at the sky vigorously.

Fu Xiao squeezed his somewhat cold hands, hiding the smile on the corner of his mouth, "Is it cold?"

"It's not cold." Qiao An, who was so engrossed that he opened his mouth slightly, didn't turn his head back.

On the fifteenth, the hawkers at the roadside stalls started to go to work, and they parked on the roadside in circles, selling everything. Fu Xiao came over with a cup of hot drink in his hand, pinched his stiff back of the neck, and poured out the cup of mishmash. Put it in his palm.

Qiao Yu took it and took a sip. His tongue was numb from the heat, and he kept fanning his mouth with the fan he made with his hand: "It's so hot!"

Fu Xiao laughed at him: "The one who told you to cover your hands, didn't let you drink."

Qiao Yu glared at him angrily: "If you didn't say it earlier, it would be so hot!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the back of his neck was pulled close to Fu Xiao's chest, but when he raised his head, there was a patch of ice on his lips that was caught off guard.

For a moment, the whole world was quiet.

Fu Xiao's kiss did not contain any lust, and it was extremely gentle on his lips. The fireworks in the distance were still blooming, bright and dazzling, illuminating half of the night sky. The two people kissing in the crowd were as beautiful as a scene in an anime .

"Is it still hot?"

Fu Xiao let go of him and asked with a smile.

"...It's hot." Qiao An's face was a little red, and he didn't dare to raise his head, and said softly in his arms, "You only kissed my lips just now, and it was my tongue that was burned."

Fu Xiao was taken aback for a moment, suppressed the smile on his lips, and leaned into Qiao An's ear and said, "There are too many people here, I'm going back to cool you down, in all aspects."

Only then did Qiao Yu's empty brain realize that the two of them were in the crowd, buried embarrassingly in Fu Xiao's chest, not daring to look up at the eyes of the people around them.

Fu Xiao sighed: "If I knew you were thin-skinned, I would have asked you to dress up as a girl when I came out."

Qiao An: "..."

There were no fireworks in the sky for a long time. Instead, the crowd cheered and took out their mobile phones to take pictures.

Fu Xiao also gave a rare admiration: "It's so beautiful."

After Qiao An hid in the dark for a few minutes, out of curiosity, he finally raised his head furtively, but because he was blocked by the crowd and couldn't see anything, Fu Xiao deliberately whispered in his ear : "This should be the highlight of tonight. It's very good. Some dwarfs will regret it if they miss it."

Qiao Yu snorted coldly, so angry that he wanted to borrow a ponytail from the owner of the stall next to him regardless of face.

"Want to see it?" Fu Xiao suddenly lowered his head and asked him with a smile.

Each variety of fireworks is set off very fast, Qiao An was afraid of missing it, grabbed the hem of his clothes and kept nodding, "Mr. Fu, lend me a small bench..."

"unnecessary."

As he spoke, Fu Xiao squatted down, and the gorgeous fireworks bloomed in the sky again, reflecting his face in colorful colors.

Qiao Yu tightly squeezed the hot drink in his hand, the hot temperature brought him back to his mind, he opened his mouth halfway, closed and opened it several times, but couldn't say a word.

He circled around, and only children would have such an honor, sitting on the necks of their parents and looking down at all living beings through the crowd of high and low.

Seeing that he hadn't moved for a long time, Fu Xiao curled up his mouth and urged, "Hurry up, it's about to end."

"Oh, oh." The warm body pressed up, Qiao An was still in a daze, his hands carefully hooked Fu Xiao's neck, his sight immediately widened, and a row of fireworks bloomed from the ground in the distance, like iron trees and silver flowers falling , Thousands of stars open.

Hot tears fell on Fu Xiao's neck, winding down like lines, making his heart tremble hot.

Fu Xiao raised his head slightly, his voice was neither high nor low: "Qiao An."

The surrounding voices were extremely noisy, the fireworks exploded, and the crowd crowded shoulder to shoulder and didn't know who stepped on whose foot. The little fat boy in front finally annoyed his parents, and after being reprimanded twice, he burst into tears.

But Qiao An's world only had this voice. He lowered his head to look at Fu Xiao, and felt that no matter how beautiful the fireworks were, they would not be as good-looking as the person in front of him.

In his world, Fu Xiao smiled at him and said:

Joe Eucalyptus, I wish you all the best, from now on you only need to seek high places and distant places.

and also.

I like you.

Perhaps, it was love at first sight.

The author has something to say:

In fact, it’s almost here~

The reason why I wanted to write this story at the beginning was that I always had this picture in my mind, a fireworks display, crowded people, a couple, the boy was smiling, and I couldn’t see it after dancing several times. After memorizing it, I was spoiled by my own brain at that time, and then there was the story of Teacher Fu and Qiao Qiao~ I hope you like it.

Just like Teacher Fu said, Qiao An will only see high places and distant places in the future, and everything in the past can no longer trap him.

Some things not written in the text.

1. Qiao Yu didn't buy a big house for Fu Xiao, but became a poor university teacher.

2. After Qiao Shan was lost, she was caught by human traffickers because of her good looks. A heroic policewoman.

Qiao Yu watched her sister very closely, for fear of being snatched away by some wolf with a big tail, blocking elite men driving luxury cars one after another. In the end, Qiao Shan's police department digested it internally and fell in love with Chen Dong, a second idiot.

After many years, Qiao An made an appointment with Chen Dong again, but was beaten up by his sister instead.

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