full of love for you

The summer in Nancheng is always long and difficult. At the end of May, it is already extremely hot.

Xiaoman got off work half an hour later than usual, and it was the rush hour. People on the bus were shoulder to shoulder, and he was sweating. The fabric of his shirt stuck to the skin on his back, and his whole body was sticky.

As soon as he entered the rental house, he ran to the faucet in the bathroom and poured two handfuls of cold water on his face, only to feel a lot cooler. He waited for the feeling of dizziness from the heat to subside before he walked out of the bathroom. .

The rental house that Xiao Man rents is in a bungalow area to be demolished, not far from where he works, and the bus stops five stops away. The main reason is that it is cheap. The monthly rent is 150 yuan, more than [-] square meters, and he is alone. Live enough.

Although the surrounding environment was dirty and messy, he kept the hut clean and tidy. This [-]-square-meter hut was the only place where he felt comfortable.

Because Xiaoman can't speak, his name is seldom called. When he leaves this room, he is what other people call "dumb", "hey", "ahbahbah".

Although Xiaoman has never uttered the sound "ahbahbah", there are quite a few people who call him that.

He works as a guest room cleaner in a hotel. Originally, the hotel provided food and accommodation for its employees, and there was also a staff dormitory. He also lived in the dormitory for the first two years when he started working, but he moved out of the staff dormitory at the beginning of this year. No one wants to sleep with him anymore.

because--

He likes men, he's gay.

The rental house is a corner room, not directly north-south, but the setting sun can still shine a little. Xiaoman walked to the window along the shallow orange-yellow lines on the floor, opened the only two small wooden windows to the maximum, and opened them again. The latch is inserted into the card slot and fixed.

The movement of the hand was a bit hasty, and when pushing the window, a few small wooden thorns protruding from the window frame were accidentally pricked in the palm of the hand.

Xiaoman felt a tingling pain in his palm, and retracted his hand reflexively. Facing the faint light outside the window, he opened his palm to look at it. There was a lot of green paint that was originally painted on the wooden window frame on the palm of his hand. It was too old and exposed to the sun. When the rain hit, the green paint had already peeled off, and fell off as soon as it was touched, and the original brown wood color had been exposed on most of the window frames.

It was hot, and soon a thin layer of sweat appeared on Xiaoman's palms, mixed with flakes of green paint, making him uncomfortable.

He clapped his hands out of the window, then went to wash his hands in the sink, and when he came out again, the sky outside was already too bright.

Xiaoman turned on the light, and the tungsten bulb above his head cast a dim yellow light, hitting the top of his head, the soft hair on his forehead cast irregular dark shadows on his face, half-drooped eyes, under the long and thick eyelashes , half of his face was in the shadows, under the straight and beautiful bridge of the nose, his lips were slightly parted, with a slight downward arc from time to time, his slender fingers kept rubbing the palm, and carefully picked the wooden thorns on the palm.

The tungsten light was rather dim, so Xiaoman couldn't see clearly. He took out a small flashlight from the drawer and clamped it under his arm. The beam was aimed at the palm of his hand. After picking it for a long time, he finally managed to remove the wooden splinter stuck in the palm of his hand. Yes, Xiaoman gently touched it back and forth with his fingertips, and after making sure that there was no tingling sensation, he put the flashlight back to its original place, thinking that he should paint a new layer of paint on the window frame sometime.

Xiao Man looked up at the time, it was almost seven o'clock, and he had to go to the night market to set up a stall later, and he could take a shower before going out, but today he came back late and was delayed for a while, so he had to get up in a hurry, from He took out a bag of bread from the cabinet on the top of the kitchen, tore open the package, put it in his mouth, and walked out with his hands holding the large canvas open bag in the living room. The bag was full of plush toys, which he sold at the night market. Three for five dollars, big or small.

Before going out, Xiaoman glanced at the calendar hanging on the wall at the door, there was a thick layer of torn paper edge marks on the top, and the lower page showed the current date.

On May 2009, 5, Xiaoman.

The origin of his name comes from this, and Xiaoman was born on the day of the 24 solar terms.

His mother once said that Xiaoman is the season of wheat filling, and there is wheat in the place where he was born, but not in Nancheng.

After locking the door, Xiaoman said "Happy Birthday" to himself in his heart.

His tricycle is parked at the door of the bungalow, and there is no need to lock it at ordinary times. No one will steal his bicycle because it is very old. At the beginning, he bought this bicycle tricycle from the old man who collected waste at the street corner for 30 yuan. The money was sold to him.

Xiaoman remodeled the tricycle by himself, the handlebar was only a round straight iron cylinder, and the black leather seat was cracked, he sewed a layer with thick hemp black thread, and Xiaoman knew how to weave, so he wove another bicycle He asked the bicycle repairman to replace the gloves, the seat cushion on the triangle side, and the brake bell.

There is a lot of rain in Nancheng all year round. He mainly uses a tricycle to pull goods, so he added a fully covered canopy to the rear of the truck. Once it is unloaded, the total cost is less than 100 yuan, which is not bad.

Xiaoman put the canvas bag containing the puppet in the car trunk, took a few mouthfuls of bread in one hand, and stuffed it into his mouth. The dinner was eaten, and the bread was filled with sweet strawberry sandwich sauce, and the last bite was already swallowed. After a long time, the root of the tongue is still sweet and bitter.

Riding a tricycle in the alley of the abandoned rented house, facing the hot wind, his face turned red again, and the sweat from the forehead slid down the side of his face to his thin neck, leaving a shallow wet mark.

Xiaoman has been living here for more than half a year, and the neighbors around him also recognize him, knowing that he is going to sell his stall when he goes out at this time, and they will say hello to him.

"Xiao Man, it's a bit late to go out today, it's getting dark." The person talking to Xiao Man was an old man two doors away, an old man who lived alone and scavenged waste.

Xiao Man paused, wiped the sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand, and smiled at the old man who greeted him, showing a row of neat and white teeth.

The old man didn't expect to hear that he could answer him, they all knew he was dumb, and then said: "Go ahead, I'll go to the canteen to buy a bottle of soy sauce." The old man raised the empty soy sauce bottle in his hand, Look at Xiaoman and shake it.

Waiting for the old man to go far away, Xiao Man rode the tricycle again. When he arrived at the night market, the young couple selling stewed stew next to his stall had already set up the table boards, and the man was placing a few red plastic benches behind the side of the food stall. , when he saw Xiaoman, he waved his hand and greeted him, "Xiaoman is here, have you eaten yet?"

Xiao Man gave them a slight nod as a greeting, and then each of them started to work.

He parked the tricycle, took out the bag full of plush dolls, and took out a folded square table from under the truck, covered with a checkered tablecloth with blue background and white stripes, and arranged the dolls one by one.There is a small sign in front of it, which says "The stall owner can't speak, two yuan for one, five yuan for three, no bargaining."

Xiaoman doesn't know how to deal with people who bargain, but fortunately, people seldom talk to him about the price after looking at the brand, and more people pay directly after choosing. Of course, there are also one or two of them who want to test Is it true that Xiao Man can't speak, or is he a liar? If he encounters something really difficult, the man who sells stewed stew next door will come over and answer for Xiao Man.

There are not too many people visiting the night market at this time, Xiaoman huddled up, sitting quietly beside the stall, watching the people coming and going, and the lights flickering. In fact, he doesn't like to set up a stall in the night market. It was full of smoke and fire, and it was all lively, but he still couldn't get into it, but he didn't dare to give up for a day. Thinking about the children in the orphanage who raised their faces, he straightened his back again.

"Boss, I want to buy a little black bear doll." A seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl with two braids came, pinched a little black bear from the stall, grabbed his ear, and took out a doll from her pocket. It was five yuan and handed it to Xiaoman.

As soon as Xiaoman took the money and gave the girl three yuan in change, he heard a burst of shouting and cursing from far and near, "You fucking stop me, I will catch you later, and I have to pick you up Skin……"

This kind of thing is very common in the night market. Sometimes there will be several scenes like this in one night. It may be that the thief was caught, or it may be a pure fight. Many people stretched their necks and started to look in the direction of the sound.

Xiaoman didn't like to join in the fun, so he took out a new doll from the bag and placed it on the empty seat just now. When he raised his head, he faced a bald man running in the front. The bald man had a black tattoo on his scalp. It looks like a marinated egg.

Xiaoman's eyes didn't stay on him for long, and he glanced over the bald head, but his gaze was fixed on the young man who was running after the corned head.

The complex lights in the night market flashed on the young man's face, because he was running, the hair tied up behind the young man's head was randomly raised up and down, and it took only a second to run past Xiaoman. Xiaoman only caught a glimpse of the boy's taut profile.

Xiaoman's mind kept flashing the side face that fell into his eyes while the boy was running just now, he shook his head, and when he came back to his senses, he had already chased the person and ran out for three streets, and the two stopped in a wet and cramped road. In the depths of the alley, above the head is a luminous signboard of a chess and card room. The red light flashes in circles, from top to bottom, and circles above the heads of the two of them.

They were facing each other, the young man was panting heavily, half-bent, with his hands on his legs, looking up at Xiao Man.

The sweat beads on Xiaoman's forehead were reflected by the spot of light falling from the top of his head, and there was a little red light.

He was a little uncomfortable being looked at by the young man's straight eyes, his hands were hanging by his sides awkwardly, and his back was behind his back. There was already a large amount of sweat stains on his back, and he rubbed the wet cloth with his fingers.

Then he looked down at his attire, the collar that had been washed wrinkled, the white jeans, and the white cloth shoes with rough edges on his feet were even more shabby. It's too obvious, but Xiaoman still regrets that he didn't take a shower before going out, and didn't change into clothes that fit his body. After thinking about it, a layer of blush overflowed from the base of his neck, which was not obvious under the light.

While running just now, Xiao Man only glanced at the side face of the young man in a hurry. The moment it flashed in front of him, he felt that the side face was the person he had been thinking about all the time. out.

The young man straightened up slowly, and Xiao Man found that he was only up to his chin, a full head taller than himself, and he had to hold his head up to see his eyes.

Face to face like this, Xiao Man began to seriously look at the boy in front of him.

Cool white complexion, facial features are almost the same as the person in memory, but grown up and opened.The baby fat on the cheeks has faded away, the lines of the eyebrows and cheeks are brighter and smoother, and the edges and corners are deeper and clearer. He has grown into a bright and attractive boy.

He also had long hair, the hair that grew to his neck was half-tied at the back of his head casually, and the rest was untied, hanging on his neck. Because of running, it was a little messy, and a few strands of hair were scattered at the corner of his forehead , the whole person is lazily casual and somewhat sharp.

They are so similar, even the subtle expressions are the same, the beautiful thick eyebrows are tightly knitted, and the expression in the deep eyes is unclear.

Xiaoman remembered that seven years ago, when they met for the first time, he had such an expression, and he was thinking about how to greet him.

But the boy on the opposite side caught his breath, walked two steps closer to Xiaoman, spoke condescendingly, and the voice came from the top of his head and fell into Xiaoman's ears.

"Who are you?"