Sediment rises

Chen Zui looked at Lin Congxuan who had already carried the cat out of the cat bag and was grooming it, and rarely showed a knowing smile. He stared intently at Lin Congxuan's hair and said, "I don't think so, Xiaoxuan High School When I was a child, I picked up a stray dog, because my mother is allergic to dog hair, so I didn’t let him keep it, but he took the dog to you.”

That dog was very fond of Liang's father and Liang's mother. He died of a heart attack last year because of his old age.

When the two talked about the dog, they remembered that they had fought because of Lin Congxuan secretly visiting the dog, and they both looked a little embarrassed.

"Yijiao! Why didn't you tell me when you brought Xiaoxuan out!" At this time, a middle-aged woman hurried out of the unit door, it was Liang Yiwan's mother.Because he left in a hurry, he didn't even have time to put down the spatula in his hand.

Liang Yijiao played with the cat and snorted a few times to herself, but didn't pay attention to Liang's mother.

Liang Yiwan had no choice but to say, "Mom, I'll watch over here, you can go back and cook first."

Liang's mother found that Liang Yiwan was there, and couldn't help but babbled a few words: "I disappeared in a blink of an eye, but I was frightened, so I hurried downstairs to look for it. Xiaoxuan is willing to go downstairs to play, every day It's pitiful to be huddled behind the window."

"Mom, let's cook." Liang Yiwan immediately stopped Lin Congxuan after seeing his mother's few words.

Liang's mother was not happy: "Your mother is only responsible for cooking, right? It's already done. Let's take the two children upstairs for dinner."

Mother Liang found Chen Zui with a wave of the spatula, and she hurriedly greeted him together: "Is it Yiwan's friend, let's go upstairs to have dinner together."

"No, no, I'll come over to deliver something, and I'll leave right away." Chen was most afraid that Lin Congxuan's stress reaction would be caused by his excessive approach, so he hurriedly refused, and Liang's mother had no choice but to give up and greet the three of them upstairs.

After several people went upstairs, Chen Zui raised his neck and stared intently at the window on the fifth floor. After a while, the white curtains seemed to be slightly opened. was filled to the brim.

For a month, he waited downstairs every day, staring at the window that was never opened every day, and every time the curtain fluttered a little, he would imagine that Lin Cong was behind the window.

Just now I learned from Liang's mother that Lin Congxuan would really be hiding behind the window. Chen couldn't help but waved at the window. The white curtain with a gap was suddenly closed. The smile on the corner of his mouth couldn't help it. He fantasized that Lin Congxuan's shy look after he was discovered must be cute.

On the way home, Chen Zui was driving the car while recalling things related to Lin Congxuan, the more he thought about it, the more he felt lost.

Because Chen Zui found that his memory of Lin Congxuan only stayed in the three years of high school, and he knew nothing about Lin Congxuan for the next seven blank years.

For the past month, Chen Zuo has been able to sleep by reading the 6000 text messages and the videos left by the camera at home every day.

Back at home, facing the empty and cold living room, Chen Zui's straight shoulders and neck were slack. He leaned on the leather sofa and took a cigarette from the cigarette case, put it under his nose and sniffed it.

He was afraid that the smell would affect Lin Congxuan's health, so he didn't smoke in the living room. He laughed to himself when he smelled the tobacco, and he pushed Xiaoxuan into the fish pond but worried that second-hand smoke would be harmful to him. It was hypocritical and hypocritical.

Only two wall lamps were turned on in the living room, and the light was very dim. Chen Zui leaned on the sofa and felt a little drowsy. This month, he slept less than three or four hours a day, and he was still under the influence of drugs.

Seeing Lin Congxuan today finally relaxed his tense nerves, so he felt a little sleepy.

"Xiao Xu, why are you lying here?"

When Chen Zui squinted his eyes and was about to fall asleep, Lin Congxuan's voice suddenly came from his ears. He suddenly opened his eyes and searched around before realizing that he had had a short sweet dream.

Chen Zui squeezed the space between his eyebrows and got up to go upstairs. When he reached the stairs, he paused. After hesitating for a while, he turned left and walked to the door of Lin Congxuan's room.

Every day for this month, he would stand like this for a while at the door of the room Lin Cong chose, holding the doorknob hesitantly, and finally fled back to his room in a panic.

Three years ago, he drew a circle for Lin Congxuan, confining him to the garden, the living room, the kitchen and the bedroom that he had never set foot in.In fact, he drew a circle for himself, he dared not enter Lin Congxuan's life.

Chen Zui took a deep breath, and his outstretched hands were trembling. He knew that there must be many things in this room that could destroy his willpower.

Gritting his teeth, he finally pushed open the door, and a familiar smell rushed towards him, the same as Lin Congxuan's, a sweet and citrus smell.

The switch was pressed with a "snap", and the room suddenly lit up.

The quilts are tidy, the books, pens and computer are stored in an orderly manner on the small desk by the window, and the whole room exudes a refreshing and refreshing feeling, just like Lin Congxuan himself.

Chen Zui walked slowly to the edge of the bed and sat down. He gently stroked the pillow, imagining that he was stroking Lin Congxuan's smooth cheeks, just like ten years ago. Buried in a citrus-scented pillow.

He didn't want to put the pillow back until he had tasted enough.

Walking to the desk, Chen Zui saw the photo frame on the table at a glance. In the photo frame was a photo of him and Lin Congxuan. In the garden of their home in the second year of high school, the photo was taken by his mother.One of the two teenagers was sitting on the swing, and the other was helping to push it. Their eyebrows and eyes were flying, as if they hadn't had any troubles in their lives.

Chen Zui used his fingertips to trace Lin Congxuan's immature face in the photo. When the photo frame touched the mouse, the computer screen suddenly lit up. On the screen was a manga boy who hadn't finished it yet.

Lin Congxuan had a talent for painting at an early age, and he also studied at the Academy of Fine Arts in college.Xiaoxuan was very happy on the day when he received the admission notice, because Xiaoxuan, who used to send only four messages in the past, sent him six messages specifically mentioning this incident.Chen Zui was abroad at the time, and he doesn't remember the mixed feelings he had when he received the message, but it must have been joyful.

Chen Zuo sat down and swiped the mouse to open the browser that hadn't been closed yet. It was a page of a comic website.

What Liang Yiwan said in the hospital that day suddenly caught his ears - "Do you know that his favorite thing is painting, and you hurt his hand?"

Chen Zui's hands trembled uncontrollably. It turned out that he had always thought that Xiaoxuan, who had nothing to do at home, had a good job. His comics were sought after by tens of thousands of fans. He had been working hard in silence.As for myself, I despised him, ignored him, mocked him, and even hurt his slender and beautiful hand for drawing.

The balcony on the second floor was facing Lin Congxuan's window, and Chen Zui would sit on the balcony smoking two cigarettes for a while every day.In the past, he always brainwashed himself just to sit and rest for a while after being too tired from work. In fact, he just dared not admit that he wanted to be closer to Lin Congxuan.Sitting on the balcony every day, he imagined what Lin Congxuan was doing before going to bed. Was he playing with a music box, twisting a Rubik's cube, or reading that "Encyclopedia of Starry Sky"?

It turned out that Xiaoxuan was working hard every day.

Chen Zui felt a sharp pain in his heart, his limbs were weak, and he almost fell to the ground. He hurriedly supported the table with both hands to stabilize his body, and the three passbooks pressed under the keyboard were exposed.