Mindful

There were neighbors passing by all around, looking at the bustle and greeting, Liang Chengtong ignored them all, and he stared at Qiao Yuanlin in a daze, holding the scissors slightly out of shape.

After a long time, he squeezed out a sentence from his teeth: "What do you mean?"

Qiao Yuanlin replied lightly: "You understand."

This "understanding" was carried in Liang Cheng's arms and he couldn't vent it.For the first time, he felt powerless to a person, and he punched the electric pole with his fist, bleeding from the scratched knuckles, letting the pain keep him awake.

"That's good." Liang Cheng said the answer, "Let me tell you, no."

Qiao Yuanlin was very pitiful. It seemed that he was not the one who was aggressive and frankly jealous, nor was he who was holding the scissors and committing violence. Why, he asked, "Why?"

Liang Cheng said, "How old are you?"

"Sixteen." Qiao Yuanlin subconsciously said, and then hastily changed his words, "No, 17 years old."

Liang Cheng said bluntly: "It doesn't matter if you are sixteen or seventeen, in my eyes you are just an underage brat. Listen, I have no interest in you."

After finishing speaking, Liang Cheng turned around and left, only the noise of the street was left behind, Qiao Yuanlin was left in place, unable to hear or see anything.

After striding for about ten meters, Liang Cheng stepped on a piece of paper that fell on the ground. It was very clean. He bent down to pick it up, and unfolded it was an EEG report.

The patient's name was Qiao Yuanlin, and his name was handwritten on every peak of fluctuation.

Liang Cheng closed his eyes, turned around, and Qiao Yuanlin stood there stiffly with his lips pursed tightly, the thick clouds above his head were as fierce as a clump of fire, drooping inch by inch, burning and devouring the young man's body.

Liang Cheng ran over, grabbed Qiao Yuanlin's hand and dragged him home, the stairs were dark, he let go at the corner.

They were all dumb, and fell into an embarrassing deadlock. Qiao Yuanlin opened his big eyes numbly, grabbed the report card and hid it behind his back.

The door lock rang, and Wang Ruizhi hurried into the entrance. She remembered that the rolling gate was closed, who opened it?

There was dead silence in the building, the old lady went straight to check inside the shop, was startled by the mess on the floor, turned back and looked up at the bottom of the stairs, startled the two people in the dark again.

"Yuan Lin?" Wang Ruizhi asked, "When did you come back? Did you open the door?"

Liang Cheng sideways blocked his injured hand and said, "I drove it."

Wang Ruizhi asked suspiciously, "What happened to those brooches?"

Liang Cheng said: "I was curious and accidentally knocked over."

This scene was really weird, but it was too dark to see clearly, Wang Ruizhi asked: "Bao'er, why don't you speak?"

The corners of Qiao Yuanlin's mouth were tense, and if he loosened a bit, his chin might fall off, so he went upstairs without saying a word.

"This kid..." Wang Ruizhi was very experienced, "Xiao Liang, are you guys having conflicts again?"

Liang Cheng didn't lie, he just said, blame me.He went upstairs to Qiao Yuanlin's room, separated by a door, and he couldn't see what was going on behind Qiao Yuanlin's back.

Sitting, lying on the stomach, and covered in the quilt?

At least he was a man, so he wouldn't cry, Liang Cheng thought to himself, who should be blamed for today's incident, the outspoken Ying Xiaoqiong and Zheng Yandong.

After all, he was the culprit after all.

Maybe he made a fuss over a molehill, Qiao Yuanlin was just playing around in his adolescence, maybe he didn't even understand his sexual orientation, and went crazy under the drive of hormones.definitely is.

Liang Cheng rubbed the back of his hand on his trousers without getting dirty, and smiled wordlessly, even if Qiao Yuanlin really likes a man, how could a peer with such a good family background and good personality be tempted by him.

Treating the time spent under the same roof as tenderness, and the companionship as teasing, it is actually the beginning of love at work, which may not shake the heart.

The night did not dilute the heat of the day, Liang Cheng said to the door: "The remote control of the air conditioner is in the drawer of the bedside table, if you need it, take it yourself."

The motorbike roared away, Qiao Yuanlin was brutally rejected by Liang Cheng, and then calmly put it aside, as if a mental patient met a superb doctor, let him be at his mercy and willingly gave up resistance.

Throughout the afternoon, when he wiped every bead on the brooch, he was mentally preparing for it. If he wanted to say it, Liang Cheng would curse or loathe him, even if he punched him.

But that punch didn't hit him, but it shattered all his psychological construction.He was at a loss, still sad, regretting if he was too impulsive, if he confessed to Liang Cheng, his answer might be different?

From the beginning to the end, Liang Cheng never explicitly denied liking boys.To say that he is a little boy, is it so amazing that he is four years older?

Qiao Yuanlin is not reconciled and does not give up. The real heartbeat is a net. If you support him, you don't have to be afraid of falling back.

The old monk sat cross-legged on the bed, thinking upside down, thinking in a simple way, until his brain became a mess with exhaustion.All dreams are mirages, the only thing that is confirmed is that he has a leeway, but Liang Cheng firmly rejects him.

The phone rang, Tian Yu called and asked, "Yuan Shen, are you free tomorrow?"

Qiao Yuanlin slowly came back to his senses: "What's the matter?"

Tian Yu thought he had a rough voice and was afraid that he would catch a cold, so he said, "The activity diary you wrote for me this semester is excellent. There is a blockbuster science fiction movie coming out tomorrow. I invite you to go."

Qiao Yuanlin said: "I'm not in the mood, I'm broken in love."

"Hi sci-fi, have you ever fallen in love and lost it? Tell me about it tomorrow, and I'll help you save it."

Qiao Yuanlin hung up the phone and clicked on Liang Cheng's profile picture, and finally turned off the phone without sending anything.

The night market was full of people, Liang Cheng originally wanted to go to the food stall to beat up Ying Xiaoqiong, but felt it was futile, he spent the first half of the night blowing the wind by the lake, and the second half of the night squatted in the van.

The motorbike ran out of gas, so he drove back in Jinbei early in the morning, and stopped at the side of Wuji's breakfast. The sea oyster cakes had just come out of the pan. I don't know if anyone who loves to eat has woken up.

He should be good after sleeping, Liang Cheng leaned back in the chair, his eyes half closed, he found that Qiao Yuanlin's softness and simplicity were just appearances, while the inner core was as stubborn as the steel blades of scissors, he could not frown his brows for many bad things, but yesterday he ended up I was really shocked.

Liang Cheng was sorting out his thoughts in the driver's seat, his long and narrow eyes swept across the alley, Qiao Yuanlin appeared slowly, stopped under the telephone pole and stroked the spot where his fist had hit.

"Fool." He sneered helplessly.

Qiao Yuanlin walked down the street dejectedly, called a taxi and left.

There is no backpack, which means you are not moving home?Liang Cheng parked his car and walked back to the cheongsam shop. Teresa Teng was singing, and Wang Ruizhi was picking some broken brooches.

He said: "I will pay for the loss."

Wang Ruizhi smiled: "Yuan Lin told me that he overturned it, so don't protect him."

"That's also because—" Liang Cheng said halfway, "What else did he say?"

Wang Ruizhi saw the trick yesterday, and said, "It's normal for young people to have quarrels, and it's easy to calm down. No, he went out to watch a movie with his classmates."

Liang Cheng was a little relieved. At this time, Wang Ruizhi picked up his mobile phone and asked him how to save the photos received on WeChat to the album.He walked to the table and looked down. The note on the top of the screen was "Little Nan", and Wang Ruizhi poked open a photo he had just received.

Simple life photos, no makeup, short hair, Liang Cheng looked at the woman's face, a little dazed.

Wang Ruizhi was mixed with joy and sorrow. Lin Chengbi was promoted and had to be transferred to a neighboring city, so he might be less likely to return home in the future.Before leaving, my colleague held a farewell party and asked her to make a cheongsam to wear, and sent photos to refer to her recent hairstyle and fat and thin.

She said, "This is my daughter, Yuan Lin's mother."

Liang Cheng told Wang Ruizhi how to save it, and then asked bluntly, "Your daughter is a reporter?"

Wang Ruizhi said, "Yes, Yuan Lin told you."

Liang Chengzheng entered the bathroom on the second floor, dipped his body into some cold water, wiped the mirror with his palm, and a mottled water mark distorted his facial features.That's right, Qiao Yuan and Lin Li aspired to be a reporter, carried the "news editorial department" bag on their backs, and once said that their mother's surname was Lin.

It turned out to be Lin Chengbi.

He took off the towel and covered his face, his vision turned black, and some distant images were chasing viciously, which made him unable to forget and avoid.

"I'm a TV reporter, Lin Chengbi."

"I hope you can accept the interview, I will come again."

"Did you think about the consequences for a moment when the incident happened?"

……

The moment the movie ended, the audience fell into a heated discussion about the plot when the lights came on. Qiao Yuanlin was holding almost uneaten popcorn and couldn't remember what he watched.

He hung out with Tian Yu in the shopping mall, went to the sports area to look at the basketball uniforms, Tian Yu tried them on, and he sat on the sofa in the store waiting, mechanically boasting that each piece was good.

His eyelids twitched from time to time, probably because he didn't sleep well, and drinking a glass of American refreshment didn't help at all.

Tian Yu couldn't help asking him, could it be that he was really broken in love in this state?He used a joke to perfunctory the past, but he didn't know how forced he was laughing.

Qiao Yuanlin wasted absent-mindedly for a few hours, the sky was dark and blue as if it was going to rain, he took a taxi home, and asked the driver to make an extra lap when he was approaching Changlin Street.

He was afraid that Liang Cheng would come back, and he was also afraid that he would not come back.

He was afraid that Liang Cheng would ignore him, and he was also afraid of getting along with him as if nothing happened.

He was afraid that Liang Cheng would declare his rejection again, and he was even more afraid of euphemistically saying that he was just the landlord, younger brother and student.

Qiao Yuanlin couldn't help regretting that he had finally become familiar and close to Liang Cheng, but he couldn't help making the relationship stiff.But with a trace of luck, she hoped that Liang Cheng would be shaken even for a second.

Get off the car at the entrance of the alley. A neighbor moved today and dumped a lot of garbage and old furniture. Qiao Yuanlin saw Xiao Le squatting next to the trash can and looking through a box.

He stopped with a voice: "Xiao Le, is it dirty, stop quickly."

Xiao Le picked out a fire truck model and said happily, "Look! It's still playable!"

Qiao Yuanlin said, "That's rubbish."

"It's rubbish to them, but I don't think so, I like it." Xiao Le had his own understanding, and ran home with the fire truck in his arms.

Qiao Yuanlin couldn't argue, staring blankly at this piece of domestic waste, a doll was lying alone on the lid of the trash can, its clothes were dirty, and its blue eyes were looking at him.

Qiao Yuanlin went back through the side door, there was Liang Cheng's key on the hook, he went upstairs lightly, it was so quiet, the door of the big bedroom was not closed, he secretly looked at it by the wall.

There was no one in the room, and the desk drawer, which had been locked all along, was opened.

Qiao Yuanlin turned around suspiciously, the door of his room was ajar, he stretched out his hand to push it open, and Liang Cheng sat peacefully beside the bed.

Liang Cheng smelled a sour smell, raised his eyes and saw Qiao Yuanlin carrying an old doll, one big and one small shone with timid eyes.

He asked, "Where did it come from?"

"I picked it up in the trash can." Qiao Yuanlin replied.

Liang Cheng said without hesitation: "It's dirty, throw it out."

"I'll wash it up." Qiao Yuanlin put the doll on the bedside table and wiped his hands, "He will be mine from now on."

Liang Cheng said, "Do you know how many bacteria are on it?"

Qiao Yuanlin said: "All I know is that he is also a brat that no one likes."

Liang Cheng's tense face suddenly loosened, the corners of his lips curled up, and he smiled sleepily. It seems that he didn't speak clearly enough yesterday.

Qiao Yuanlin knelt down in front of his knees, submissive, obedient and pitiful, but stubborn as always: "You think I'm young, I will grow up, you are not interested in me, I will not force it. You can't control how I feel."

If you don't understand the situation, you can express your heart. If you succeed, you will be lonely for love. If you fail, you can only be regarded as affectionate. Qiao Yuanlin understands it and is willing to bear it.

Liang Cheng hated him from now on, or ignored him, it was the other party's freedom, and it was also his freedom whether he was obsessed with obsession or gave up.

Qiao Yuanlin said: "I won't harass you, I won't say anything that bothers you, just like before, I'm satisfied just seeing you every day."

Liang Cheng supported Qiao Yuanlin's chin, and lifted it up. The naive face three years ago, the face that was filled with joy, anger, and resentment every day after the reunion, now showed the "idiot" who was not afraid of breaking the south wall.

He asked in a low voice, "Qiao Yuanlin, do you really like me?"

Qiao Yuanlin jumped up cautiously and nodded in his palm.

Liang Cheng said, "Then do you know who I am?"

Qiao Yuanlin opened his heart: "I don't know what you have experienced. You dropped out of school and wandered alone... No matter what happened, I don't care."

"Yes, then I will take you to a place."

Liang Cheng pulled Qiao Yuanlin up, picked up the doll, and walked out involuntarily. The thin sunlight was covered by dark clouds, and the sky was already black.

"Brother, where are we going?" Qiao Yuanlin asked uneasily as the co-pilot of Jin Bei.

Liang Cheng didn't answer, started the van and turned around to the west, fueled up and galloped towards the distance. Not long after, the thunder suppressed, and the lightning trembled and split the sky.

The raindrops wet the glass window, Qiao Yuanlin stared at the wipers, sweeping from left to right, looking exhausted in the gradually torrential rain.

He couldn't see the road signs clearly, he didn't know where Liang Cheng was taking him, he just headed west all the way, surrounded by the hastily falling night.

There were fewer and fewer pedestrians on the road, and the cars disappeared. Jinbei was galloping on the remote national road.

Liang Cheng held the steering wheel without saying a word. There was a steep line between the eyebrows and the jaw, like light, or maybe a bone, which made people dare not look closely.

They passed through the huge urban area of ​​Pinghai and arrived at the suburbs. In the vast night, they could not see tall buildings and private houses, and double rows of street lamps illuminated the empty and boundless road.

Qiao Yuanlin became more and more apprehensive, and spent nearly three hours of driving. The surrounding area was empty, and a large area of ​​neat and concentrated buildings appeared in sight.

Liang Cheng finally stepped on the brakes, and the rain stopped.

Qiao Yuanlin once asked him where he came from, and he replied that he had already arrived in the west of the city.

The water on the windshield flowed down line by line. Qiao Yuanlin looked at the closed door not far away, majestic, solemn, and dull. He opened his eyes wide and was nailed into the seat by the big characters beside the door like steel nails. Can't move.

——The second prison in the west of the city.

Liang Cheng also looked over, the stable life was indeed too extravagant for him, this period of time was like a dream come true, it should not be investigated deeply, otherwise it would be exposed at any time.

It's better for him to cut a hole himself, and still be open and unrestrained.

His expression was covered with a sharp layer of frost, under which was hidden his proud self-esteem after being ravaged by all kinds of things, his inner face, heart and body, all left here for Qiao Yuanlin to have a look at.

Liang Cheng repeated: "Don't you care?"

Qiao Yuanlin was stunned.

Liang Cheng said again: "Even if I killed someone before."