seven years later

In a blink of an eye, it was time to visit Wenjiang again this month, and Gu Ye rushed over with the big bags and small pockets he had bought in advance.

Do you still remember Wen Jiang?

The man who wore glasses and used to smile wickedly.

There is an old weeping willow outside the detention center. Half of the trunk of the old tree has been struck by lightning and has been black and scorched, while the other half has been reincarnated throughout the seasons.

Every day when the wind is blowing, Wen Jiang will look up at the old tree. After watching three cycles of spring and autumn, Wen Jiang finds that his favorite is the old tree in winter. The thorny and bare branches are extraordinarily clear and brave in the cold wind. , seemingly slender branches swaying in the wind, easy to bend and not easy to break.

Spring, spring is not bad. The warm wind blows people lazily. When I squint my eyes and see the emerald green, my heart is still a little cheered up. However, in this spring, the sound of mechanical work came from outside the detention center. In a few days, the old willow trees that had grown green shoots disappeared.

Wen Jiang felt that he had lost another goal in the watch that had been dry in his life.

Changes in the outside world have always been fast, maybe there really shouldn't be any obsessions.

On the third day after the old willow tree fell, Wen Jiang stared at the chopsticks in the restaurant in a daze. He was thinking, sneak back and polish it, could he just insert the chopsticks into his temple to finish it off.

Just thinking about it, Wen Jiang said to himself: I just think about it.

Tomorrow is still the day when Gu Ye will come to visit him, how dare he let the little junior brother miss out.

After not thinking about it for too long, the memory became blurred. Wen Jiang felt that those people and things that he once considered important had become too vague. What is the value of holding on to it?He didn't regret going into the cell, it was quieter here instead.

Gu Ye brought some clothes for changing seasons, and carefully bought new underwear. Wen Jiang looked at the rosy-faced junior brother and joked:

"Aren't you afraid that Qian Wei will be jealous?"

Gu Ye snorted disdainfully and said, "He dares."

Wen Jiang asked about the children, and Gu Yexu babbled to report to him that the mouse kept wetting the bed, the big bear ate Yang Yang's lunch, Yang Yang was always bullied by two little bastards, and was occupied by tigers in the kindergarten, what do you say? Can Yang Yang not be so good-tempered, just like me.

Wen Jiang said: "Yangyang's temper is much better than yours."

Gu Ye was busy inquiring about Wen Jiang's sentence reduction recently, but Wen Jiang refused. Wen Jiang said, let's say eight years, it's a redemption, let's go out after eight years, cut off your own thoughts, and cut off others of.

Qian Hui, to him, to Gu Ye and the others, has become a distant name, just a name.

Wen Jiang had a dream one night, dreaming that Qian Hui died in an airplane accident, and his bones fell to the ground from a height of several thousand meters, turning into a puddle of blood.

Why is there only a pool of red blood?Because I can't remember his face.

After waking up, Wen Jiang broke out in a cold sweat, and then stared for most of the night with his eyes open. When the sunlight penetrated into the small cell, Wen Jiang said to himself:

"Yes, you are dead." He grew up, but he was still tired of waiting.

But fortunately, the so-called life is wonderfully unpredictable. It is really not for nothing to talk about what is not going well and what is good and bad.Wen Jiang felt that Gu Ye was his lucky star, and after Gu Ye visited and left, Wen Jiang returned to his room and saw the man.

Because of some relationship, Wen Jiang has been living in a room by himself. Recently, the detention center is really short of beds, so this person was arranged in Wen Jiang's room.

When Wen Jiang entered, he was taken aback. The man was lying on Wen Jiang's bed and was sleeping soundly. Wen Jiang thought that the prison guard had taken him to the wrong room. When he saw the furnishings, it was all his own. Why did he have more people?

The slightly hygienic Wen Jiang frowned and poked the person on the bed, but the person sat upright and grabbed Wen Jiang's wrist, swift and sharp like a martial arts movie, Wen Jiang was taken aback by his violent reaction, Blinking his eyes, he froze, the man was a bit paralyzed, a level higher than Qian Wei, Wen Jiang suddenly wanted to ask him if his facial muscles were necrotic, and he wouldn't have such a serious face when he greeted people.

Wen Jiang played with his wrist, the man let go, and continued to lie back on the bed, turning over inside, as if to fall asleep, Wen Jiang said: "This is my bed."

The man got up again this time, even if he was sitting on the bed, he kept his back straight. He looked at this bed, and then at the one opposite, and he pushed off the quilt in a reasonable way, and moved to another bed.

In the end, it was a roommate relationship where we looked up and looked down. The main reason was that Wen Jiang was in a good mood today, and it was rare to meet such an interesting guy, so Wen Jiang continued to ask with a smile:

"What's your name?"

"Ji Hui."

"Which Fai?"

"Guang Junhui."

Wen Jiang smiled brighter and said:

"I'm Wen Jiang, the warm Wen, the Jiang of the river, it's a pleasure to meet you, a former acquaintance of mine is also called Hui."

But the man stopped talking, looked straight at Wen Jiang, then frowned slightly and said darkly:

"Don't laugh."

Wen Jiang froze for a moment, the smile froze on his face, and then drooped down.

The man lay down, turned over and continued to sleep facing the wall, Wen Jiang sat on the edge of the bed in a daze, after a long time, the man suddenly said sullenly:

"Don't laugh if you don't want to, no one is forcing you here."

After hearing this, Wen Jiang didn't want to laugh anymore, but wanted to cry.

After a long time, that person would still say to Wen Jiang very seriously:

"Don't laugh."

Wen Jiang would still ask, "Why?"

That person would still say with a straight face:

"Don't smile at others, only smile for me."

The days with someone for company passed quickly, and Wen Jiang became more and more curious about the taciturn guy on the opposite bed. He never said anything unnecessary, and no one knew why he was locked in.This person was born with an aura that strangers should not get close to. When others saw this guy, they avoided the three-meter walkway, but this man named Ji Hui did not dislike Wen Jiang. Just follow wherever you go, the truth is, but from everyone's point of view, Wen Jiang seems to be the younger brother.

After hearing this, Wen Jiang cursed in his heart, Ji Hui is the younger brother, okay, just now he gave Ji Hui the chocolate brought by Gu Ye, that guy didn't even know how to refuse, Gaba ate it all in a few mouthfuls.

Wen Jiang asked him what he did and how he got in, the buddy was silent for a long time, Wen Jiang thought he was sorting out the answers, who knew that the buddy gave a bright five-character answer:

"I am not a bad guy."

Wen Jiang gave up and continued to question, thinking to himself: I'm not a bad person yet!Everyone here says they are not bad people!

There are a lot of books in Wenjiang, and Ji Hui will also read them. Compared with Ji Hui's reading speed, he seems to have dyslexia, and after reading it, ask him the details. This buddy can remember [-]% of them. .

Wen Jiang is sure that Ji Hui is not a normal person in a normal industry.Wen Jiang, who always thought he was a pervert, finally met someone who was more vocal than himself.

One night, when Ji Hui took off his shirt and was about to get into bed, Wen Jiang stood behind him, seeing that Ji Hui had clear and strong muscles, and the line of his back was so perfect, so Wen Jiang couldn't help reaching out and touching it. The first one wanted to touch the second one again, pinching Ji Hui's deltoid muscles and admiring:

"How did you do it?"

Ji Hui's body froze. He had always disliked physical contact with people, but Wen Jiang's touch was not disgusting. It was just a feeling... a feeling he couldn't describe.

Ji Hui said lightly: "It's done through practice."

"Why don't I have one?"

Ji Hui also stretched out his hand to pinch Wen Jiang's arm, it was indeed soft and slender.

Then, Ji Hui blushed suddenly, Wen Jiang smiled awkwardly, withdrew his hand, and lay down under the blanket.

After turning off the lights, Wen Jiang said:

"I'm gay, that Hui Hui is my ex-boyfriend."

In the darkness, there was only Ji Hui's muffled voice: "Yes."

No more text.

Take your time, they still have too much time to kill together.