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The body is engraved with memories of summer, the steamed red nape, the outline of the abdomen, and the growing joints.

Two days before going to university, Yao An worriedly held up the tape measure and the unopened book, and read out a very dangerous number at the foot of the book: "185."

"So short?" Yao Jianqi frowned, stepped out from under the book, and firmly held the side of the tape with his fingers to prevent it from rebounding.

"Is it too tall?" Yao An threw the book away.

Yao Jianqi took another look at the scale, and the sharp tape measure retracted step by step in his fingertips, but it was rare to cut through the cocoon in his hand.

"Not enough." Yao Jianqi said.

"Why not enough?" Yao An put the ruler into his palm, raised his arms, hung them on Yao Jianqi's shoulders facing each other, and pressed hard, "I wish you could be smaller."

"Why?" Yao Jianqi tilted his head.

"Look." His hand slipped under the back of Yao Jianqi's hand, he held it up, and clenched it into a fist, "I could hold it completely before." He smiled again, "I can't anymore."

Yao Jianqi and Yao An changed several angles between his hook bones, all in vain, so he slowly spread his hands and pinched his wrist, where there were several black blood vessels.

"What are you doing?" Yao An saw him staring intently.

"Remember your palm prints." Yao Jianqi didn't move his eyes, "It's time to practice body sketching."

"Only one hand?" Yao An turned his wrist, "Is it enough?"

Yao Jianqi was still rubbing his palm prints, like a stroke of a painting.

Without warning, Yao An pulled his hand and rubbed his ribs twice.

Yao Jianqi: "?"

"It's too itchy." Yao An laughed dryly.

"..."

"Can I change to abdominal muscles?" Yao An pinched the hem of his clothes and swayed in a serious manner, revealing a fleeting flesh color.

Yao Jianqi rolled his tongue.

"No."

"Are you sure? Eight yuan, it's not a loss." This man was still fanning the flames, fanning his own flames and lighting others' flames.

Yao Jianqi glanced at the dim dormer window.

It could be there, he thought.

Two days before departure, Yao An was very busy.First, I went back to Anding Village, listened to Grandma Yao's chanting, played chess with Grandpa Yao, walked away with the neighbors, and then hooked the fish with Kangzi. The cat and the kitten said goodbye, and the cat ignored it.

The former classmates had already gathered together as long as they could, and Yao An even went to find Yan Huai'en. The senior year of high school had started long ago, all the faces were listless, with oil-absorbing paper stuck to their noses, and their glasses were as thick as a wall.But that wasn't Yan Huai'en, he was as thin as a blade of wind, with the tide playing flute in the wind.

"When I'm not around, if you have anything to do, you must find Jian Qi." Yao An told him.

"I'll look for him when you're around." Yan Huai'en said.

Yao An was dubious: "Hey, you two play so well?"

Yan Huai'en smiled, and calmly said, "Secret."

Yao An still didn't forget the pot of pomegranate flowers, and he always went to have a look at it every five days, not knowing what mood he was in.

Today he counted, and there was one more leaf, which was pretty good.

"What are you doing squatting?" A serious voice came from behind him abruptly, Yao An was so frightened that he almost broke Miao.

He turned his head and looked at Yao Xinping angrily: "If you want to be the best, just say so."

Yao Xinping gave him a condescending glance, and handed him a bank card without talking nonsense: "Tuition fees, and one year's living expenses."

"One year?" Yao An was slightly startled, "You are really generous."

"Would you like it?" Yao Xinping threw it into his arms without waiting for him to answer.

Yao An continued, touched the rounded four corners, and asked awkwardly, "What if it's not enough?"

And Yao Xinping also suggested, "Send you to beg for food?"

Yao An made fun of himself, waved his hand, and asked Yao Xinping to leave like a younger brother.

"You don't want the password?" Yao Xinping put his hands behind his back.

Yao An was fiddling with flowers and plants, and wanted to move to the slightly shaded Hexagonal Pavilion, so as not to be exposed to the sun, he answered absently, "Isn't it my birthday?"

"No." Yao Xinping said.

Yao An hugged a pot of Ou Yue, turned around: "?"

"Your scores in language and mathematics are the ones you recruited alone." Yao Xinping sneered, turned around, and said as he walked, "Remember well, you can't relax even after entering university."

"..."

In this way, the last two days of the longest summer vacation since school age passed.

Early in the morning when he left, Yao An put the lightest down jacket pad in the suitcase, filled the Poke Ball charging bank, and put his ID card in the outermost layer of the schoolbag, including the earphone cable.

Everything was orderly and orderly, until Yao Jianqi said to him: "I won't see you off."

Yao Xinping went to start the car, turned on the air conditioner, and blew a gust of hot air. Yu Wan put the cut kiwi fruit into a crisper and went out first, but Yao Jianqi pushed the luggage to the door for him, and really didn't leave.

"Remember to call when you arrive," Yao Jianqi said.

"You, why..." Yao An stammered a little, and suddenly remembered that Yao Jianqi had said the same to himself late last night.

It was not a dream.

Yao Jianqi pushed open the door fluently: "Brother, be careful all the way."

"Wait, wait." Yao An waved his hands again and again, this was different from what he thought, it was too hasty, he thought that there was still a section of the north road around the city before leaving, instead of the bedroom to the welcome carpet.

"Forgot what?" Yao Jianqi asked.

"I haven't forgotten anything." Yao An stared at him, "Aren't you going to take me to the high-speed rail?"

"Isn't it enough for two people to send you off?" Yao Jianqi asked with a smile.

Yao An pushed the box: "No!"

what is that?Yao Jianqi didn't ask, but he could already hear it.

"I... still have something to say to you." Yao An couldn't figure it out, so he could only make some expedient delays.

Yao Jianqi: "Now we can talk."

"I can't finish it!"

"Then later."

Yao Jianqi was still holding on to the copper door handle. This metal has such a high thermal conductivity that the sun melted in his palm.

It was as if Yao An had been pricked by a needle, it wasn't really painful, but it was surprisingly accurate, which vented his anger.

He lowered the amount, and he didn't know where to pick up the frustration: "You really don't want to go?"

Yao Jianqi didn't say a word.

No more talking about the extras, Yao An carried the last suitcase under the stone steps, he didn't have much things in the first place, he didn't think it was necessary to bring anything when he was packing, but now he felt that it was too little no matter what.

He wanted to just walk away.

"I will come back every month, at least once." But he still chose to say.

Yao Jianqi stood in the shadow of the partition and said, "No need."

"Yao Jianqi!!"

Yao An threw the luggage away, stepped up the steps in one step, and rushed over, with the tip of his nose almost touching the tip of his nose.

"Are you angry at me on purpose?!"

Yao Jianqi's face remained motionless, but he stretched out his hand and circled behind Yao An, erasing that little distance.

Yao An's pupils suddenly dilated.

However, Yao Jianqi disarmed at the distance of a hair, turned his face away, and turned the kiss into a hug.

"No." He whispered in his ear, "I didn't mean to make you angry."

Yao An was a little dazzled, maybe he was angry, he thought, it should be.

"Then what were you doing just now?" Yao An hugged him back and warned again, "Don't play dumb with me."

Yao Jianqi rubbed Yao An's shoulder and took a deep breath.

"I'm just... not good at saying goodbye to you."

Yao An paused.

Yao Jianqi's body was hot and hot, which made Yao An feel like he was hugging a ball of steam. He said, "Brother, every time you go, you go to competitions, exams, and when you were young, you must stay in Anding Village. Come see me and be gone the next day...

"Every time I can only wait, waiting for you to find me, nothing can be done."

He flipped through the old accounts page by page, and Yao An was wronged for everything, so he couldn't protest.

"I'm a little wronged."

Hearing the person next to his ear sniff his nose, Yao An retreated in a hurry, extremely at a loss: "Don't cry..."

But Yao Jianqi's lips were sewn into a line, and he was smiling inside.

"Brother." He said mischievously, "This is called intentional."

Yao An choked up, but couldn't say a word.

The horn blew twice outside, urging people, like a voice-over, parting is so unreal.

Maybe it was a vent just now, Yao An had a hunch.

"Are you really not going to send it?" He confirmed again.

"real."

"Is it really not necessary for me to come back every month?"

"fake."

Yao An hated and loved at the same time, shaking him: "You say you, you say you, why were you so hard on me before!"

Yao Jianqi let him shake, and smiled: "Not all, if you are too troublesome..."

"No trouble!" Yao An eagerly hooked him up, "It's settled!"

Yao Jianqi hooked his little finger: "See you on National Day."

After clasping his fingers tightly, he barely let go, and Yao An ran down the steps amidst the sound of the trumpet.

Just touched the luggage, but ran back again.

He stroked the back of Yao Jianqi's neck, and kissed him hard just a few centimeters away from the corner of his mouth.

Yao Jianqi was stunned.

"Miss you!"

After Yao An finished speaking, he ran away immediately, the carved door rattled endlessly, and after the chattering, the courtyard returned to silence.

A bird landed on Yao Jianqi's lips.