Continuously

Yao An pedaled like crazy.

Sweat slid down his eyelashes, and his vision gradually blurred. Wherever he turned, he almost followed the animal-like instinct to rush home.

But the limit is approaching.

His throat was burning, his hands couldn't be controlled, and the front of the car shook violently. Even so, he didn't dare to slow down even for a moment. There was a ghostly gaze following him like a smell, desperately dragging him back to three years The winter night before.

Yao An's stomach churned, his eyes went dark for a moment, he fell sideways uncontrollably on a downhill, and then shivered while supporting the ground.

He heard that kind of sound, from his abdominal cavity to his throat, and couldn't believe that he could make such a hoarse roar.

After an unknown amount of time, his hands felt the scorching of the road surface for a long time, the scenery in his sight gradually became clear, and the sound of nearly vomiting was no longer broken in his ears.

Yao An wiped his mouth, suddenly remembered something, suddenly woke up, and turned his head anxiously.

The bicycle was slumped on the ground, and the gears stopped turning. Yao Jianqi had already stood up, and was looking at him without blinking. Yao An could only recognize his passing look after many years. It was between sympathy and tenderness. between.

"I..." Yao An wanted to make up for something, and started to explain while sitting on the ground, but stopped soon.

With a jolt, he jumped up from the ground and raised Yao Jianqi's arm.

On Yao Jianqi's left forearm and kneecap, there was a row of glaring red abrasions, covered with fine gravel.

Don't think about it, he must have fallen off the car with him just now.

Yao An swallowed hard: "Does it hurt?"

Yao Jianqi shrank his hands.

Yao An didn't dare to move rashly, so he could only let him take his hand back.

Yao Jianqi put his left hand into his trouser pocket, groped for a while, then raised it in front of Yao An, with his fist facing upwards, spreading it out.

Yao An was stunned.

It's a fruit candy.

Yao An stared at the orange-flavored packaging, speechless.

After a long time, he spit out: "You actually found it..."

Yao Jianqi clicked his tongue lightly, tore off the wrapping paper, and pressed the candy into Yao An's mouth.

The bicycle was scrapped as expected.

Yao An hung it on two forked low branches, and walked back with Yao Jianqi on his back.

Of course it is forced.

No matter how unwilling Yao Jianqi was, he was as determined as he was, and he yelled, "Didn't you fucking see that your knee bleeds when you walk!"

This is where Yao Jianqi learned his first swear words.

Yao An walked around his injured knee carefully, grabbed the waistband of his trousers with both hands, and kept his arms parallel to the ground, so that Yao Jianqi's calf could be propped up more comfortably.

Yao An talked a lot out of words, and tacitly avoided the sudden accident just now. Yao An had never felt so grateful for Yao Jianqi's reticence and silence.

At this time, silence is also comfortable.

Yao An's neck suddenly tightened.

Yao Jianqi picked up the object that had been pressing on his chest and looked at it carefully.

A piece of jade in the shape of a leaf.

Yao An lowered his head and reacted: "Hey, don't..."

As soon as he moved his hand, Yao Jianqi's calf immediately trembled nervously.

"Forget it, let's see." Yao An compromised.

Yao Jianqi rested his left hand on Yao An's shoulder, and stroked every vein of the leaf with his right thumb.

Haoyu has body temperature, and it now carries the body temperature of its owner.

Yao Jianqi put the jade down against Yao An's collarbone, the jade pendant was sticky with sweat, and then swayed slowly following Yao An's steps.

The twilight gathered from the surrounding mountains and swept over the rice fields, the grass, and them.

"My mother left this to me." Yao An said without warning.

He turned his head back, as if to make sure the person on his back was listening.

It didn't matter if he didn't listen, he could tell himself and Wanfeng.

"They all say she's dead," said the tone as softly as if telling someone else's story.

"A person who left without making a sound, left nothing behind, took nothing away, isn't he dead?

"Oh, this necklace was on the bedside when I woke up when I was almost eight years old, maybe she dropped it accidentally.

"Maybe she wanted to see me before she left, who knows."

Having said that, Yao An let out a shallow breath.

"It's so irresponsible," he said.

This sentence exposed his grievances and complaints as a child.

His teeth collided, as if he wanted to chew all the longing, unpredictability, and luck in the past days and nights like fruit candy in this moon night.

"So," when he spoke again, his tone became normal again, "Every time your mother calls, please answer..."

Yao An's voice suddenly dropped.

Yao Jianqi rested his index finger on the corner of his eyes, kissing like a butterfly's wings.

"Don't cry." Yao Jianqi said.