sweet kiss bitter summer

In the living room, the TV was on, and Liang Luoan was sitting on the sofa, his eyes blankly reflecting the changing light and shadow on the screen.

He held the remote control, and pressed his fingers with a certain mechanical fixed frequency, always switching channels, round after round, as if he couldn't find the program he liked no matter what, or maybe it was because he always Focusing on Tan Chen's bedroom restlessly, he didn't pay attention to what was playing on the TV.

Father Liang sat aside, his reading glasses almost up to his nose, and slowly fiddled with the phone in a standard middle-aged and elderly posture.

Realizing that the picture on the TV screen has not been fixed, he raised his head and looked at Liang Luoan who was still switching channels, frowned in displeasure and reminded: "Luan, watch TV and watch it, don't keep changing channels. channel."

"...Oh, I see."

Liang Luo'an reluctantly turned his attention back to the TV, persistently pressed the remote control button twice, skipped the too noisy shopping channel, and the TV screen finally stayed on the animal world.

The deep and magnetic male voice is telling the winter fairy tales of the animals. The TV screen is covered with snow, and the cold wind blows the smooth and soft fur of the animals out of layers.

When Liang Luo'an heard the wind, he had a feeling of being there.

He unconsciously looked out the window. The sound of the TV covered up the fine noise of the hailstone hitting the window, and he could only see a grayish white color through the thin breath on the window.

Similarly, he couldn't hear the ongoing conversation in Tan Chen's room, nor could he see Tan Chen's current expression through the door.

On TV, it was said that everything will recover from winter to spring, but the real winter has not yet passed, but Liang Luoan began to imitate small animals.

Wearing a sweater and stepping on fur slippers, he stepped on the ground, opened the door a crack, and the cold air immediately squeezed in through the crack like a blade.

Liang Luo'an felt a slight tingle on his face, but he still pushed open the door and walked out shrugging his shoulders in fear of the cold.

The sound of hailstones falling in all directions became clear, and the white shadows blurred the vision. The hard ice crystals were mixed with a little light snow, which stuck to Liang Luoan's sweater, and he gently pinched it and twisted it with his fingertips.

The cold and wet touch did not bring Liang Luoan any feelings.

He didn't want to go out to watch the snow in the cold.

The curtains in Tan Chen's room were drawn tightly. Although there was insignificant light passing through, it was enough to isolate cautious prying eyes.

Liang Luo'an only saw the shadow of the indifferent curtains, and saw that the yard was covered with a layer of decadent dark gray ground, and the lemon tree that had lost its leaves was painted with a layer of silver by the ice crystals, as if the branches were withered, and replaced by Sprouted snow.

The ice crystals that melted on the fingertips soon disappeared, Liang Luoan returned without success, turned off the TV, and returned to his bedroom sleepily.

In fact, he has no intention of going to sleep, lying on the bed tossing and turning, staring at a certain place on the ceiling, imagining how Tan Chen will be scolded by his mother.

Will mom ask Tan Chen about condoms?Will she find out that the people involved are actually Tan Chen and herself?Will Tan Chen explain this matter to his mother in a lie?Does Mom feel angry or sad about it?Liang Luo'an hugged the quilt, thinking helplessly, the more he thought, the more flustered he became.

Feeling so intolerable, he sneaked out for a while.

The living room was pitch black. Mother Liang seemed to have returned to the room with Father Liang, but she was still awake. There was a little light through the crack of the door.

Liang Luo'an approached on tiptoe, and heard the occasional voice of conversation.

He only heard a few sporadic words such as "young", "restrained" and "make mistakes", as well as Tan Chen's name repeated.

Hearing the concatenation of these words that seemed to appear in the review book, Liang Luoan felt a little uneasy.

Seeing that Tan Chen's room was still dimly lit, he couldn't help imagining the half-shadow cast by the bedside lamp on Tan Chen's face, like the illusion seen by a little match girl in the firelight, which was fleeting, so The thought of wanting to touch the real Tan Chen flooded in his mind very quickly.

Even if he just stays under the quilt with Tan Chen's body temperature for a while, it will give him a little peace of mind.

However, just to be on the safe side, Liang Luo'an still cautiously decided to wait for his parents to sleep, and then proceeded to carry out the secret plan to smuggle himself into Tan Chen's room.

He squatted by the sofa in the living room for a while. Although he couldn't see everything in the darkness clearly, he could only blink silently and flap his nose like a small animal. Liang Luo'an was still very vigilant about every slight movement in the space.

The sound of falling snow, the sound of the wind, the sound of parents talking, and some unknown sound similar to sighing.

About 10 minutes later, with an inaudible flick of a switch, the crack in the bedroom door of Liang's father and Liang's mother turned into an indistinct black band.

Liang Luo'an stayed cautiously on the spot for a few more minutes, got up slowly, waited for the numbness and weakness in his legs and feet to subside, and approached Tan Chen's bedroom with difficulty.

He walked to the door lightly, turned the doorknob, and the light gradually spread into a face on his face.

Tan Chen sat on the head of the bed just as he thought, the warm yellow light dyed his profile golden, as if it had kissed him every evening.

But what was different from what he expected was that Tan Chen's straight back was rarely bent, holding a few pieces of creased and tattered paper in his hand, with his head lowered, as if he was looking at something.

After closing the door, Liang Luo'an was no longer so cautious and made a slight sound of footsteps, but Tan Chen seemed too involved and didn't look up.

It wasn't until Liang Luo'an walked over that he could distinguish Tan Chen's expression hidden in the shadow of the light at a very close distance. His brows were slightly wrinkled, his eyelashes were drooping, and the slightly raised arc when he pursed his lips disappeared. He seemed to be indulging in A certain emotion that should be called loss.

The bed was sunken, and Liang Luoan sat beside Tan Chen. Only then did Tan Chen realize it dully. He turned to look at Liang Luoan, folded the paper in his hand according to the original traces and put it aside. Hands clenched into hollow fists by the legs, propped up on the bed.

"It's so late, why are you here?" Liang Luo'an touched Tan Chen's arm, thought for a moment, and decided not to make Tan Chen's bad mood worse. He didn't take the initiative to bring up the matter of condoms, but said in a low voice: "I want to come to see you." you."

"Luan."

Tan Chen looked down, looked at Liang Luo'an's toes in fur slippers, and then continued after a pause: "When I was at home during the holidays, my uncles and aunts were all there, so we won't sleep together at night, what do you think?" "I didn't come here today until my parents were asleep."

Liang Luo'an added, "And I just want to come and stay with you for a while, I don't want to sleep together."

"Ok.

Then stay for a while. "

Liang Luo'an sat dishonestly, leaned on Tan Chen again, but still did not wait for Tan Chen to reach out to hug him.

But it doesn't matter, Liang Luo'an thought, probably because Tan Chen is in a bad mood now, so he doesn't plan to care about such a small matter.

The coral fleece pajamas on his body were pressed against Tan Chen, Liang Luo'an hugged his arm as if he was afraid of the cold, and said, "Tan Chen, I want to lie down together for a while, I really won't fall asleep."

If sharing body heat is a way of gaining comfort, being warm is really a mutual thing.

Liang Luoan said again: "And I think you need to lie down with me for a while."