Scum smell

Until Xu Yeye's back was gone down the mountain, Ji Yao was still a little silly.

Wen Lin took his hand calmly and led the people along the mountain path, continuing to walk up step by step.

Monk Ji Yaozhang was puzzled: "No, what's going on?"

He had an idea in his mind, but he didn't dare to confirm it.

Wen Lin smiled: "It's just what you think in your heart."

"what?"

"This is someone's painstakingly prepared birthday present for you, uniting a few of us—it's really not easy... I even lowered my head just to convince you."

Sure enough, he bowed his head only once and countless times, that person's life of being proud is all in Ji Yao's hands.

Ji Yaomu was stunned: "Who is it? Old Yu? Or Lao Jiang?"

"you guess."

Ji Yao didn't know what he found out, and sighed.

"It's Lao Jiang."

Wen Lin let go of his hand and walked up with a smile: "No—wrong."

Ji Yao thought to himself that only Jiang Qiutong could do this kind of thing.

For the first time, he looked up at the long mountain road seriously: "What about others?"

Wen Lin picked up a dead branch and knocked him on the head: "Don't keep mentioning them in front of me—this is my special session."

"Okay." Even though his heart was filled with question marks, Ji Yao still followed Wen Lin up the stairs honestly, after all, they would not harm him.

Xu Yeye's words just now made him wonder whether Jiang Qiutong specially asked them to come here to untie their knots. After all, this road has such beautiful scenery and no one around, so it is very suitable for heart-to-heart talks.

What kind of god is Lao Jiang...

Thinking so, he set his eyes on Wen Lin.

Wen Lin walked in front, the weather was fine, and his whole body seemed to be melting in the light.

For a moment, he was inexplicably afraid, and chased after him in two or three steps, calling out the opponent's name: "Wen Lin!"

Wen Lin turned around, still smiling: "What's wrong?"

Ji Yao felt relieved.

He awkwardly scratched his cheek with his index finger.

"No... just, I suddenly want to call you."

Wen Lin withdrew his gaze from him and continued to walk up.

The breeze rustled through the treetops.

"Actually, I've been wondering if my feelings for you are selfish."

Ji Yao, who was wandering, was taken aback for a moment: "Huh?"

I'm coming!It really is a heart-to-heart talk!Ji Yao secretly tensed his nerves.

Wen Lin didn't speak anymore.

He has many secret thoughts, and he is unwilling to tell Ji Yao.

Ji Yao is a jerk with many flaws, cowardly, selfish and playful, and likes to escape.Everybody knows.

Everyone, including that bastard Yu Siyuan, felt that letting go like that was not enough, and wanted to dig Ji Yao out of his shell, but Wen Lin wanted to hide him well.

He was the first person to find out that there was something wrong with Ji Yao, but he chose to remain silent.

There is nothing wrong with this concealment, but against the backdrop of others, it appears that the purpose is not pure.

Wen Lin sometimes thinks that he is probably moved by himself, but in fact he doesn't love Ji Yao as much as he imagined.

After all, loving someone is for his own good. Isn't this a well-known truth?

Ji Yao didn't know his tactful thoughts, and after hearing what Wen Lin said, he screamed: "You? Selfish?"

He looked Wen Lin up and down: "You must be demanding yourself with the standards of a saint."

People who repeatedly emphasize that they are a bad person are generally not that bad; those who claim to be virtuous on the contrary are mostly deceitful people.

"The one who repeats 'I'm not good', 'I'm selfish', and 'Don't trust me too much' countless times is often the one with the purest feelings."

"Otherwise, look at Old Yu, did he say such nonsense like you? Even a guy with a bad stomach like him, I think he is enough to swallow his anger, Wen Lin, how far do you think? ——Do you want to To learn male virtue? Or not."

Wen Lin laughed out loud.

Seeing him laugh, Ji Yao also smiled.

He happily jumped over Wen Lin in two or three steps, and rushed upwards.

"By the way, did Yu Siyuan come here with Lao Jiang? Oh, by the way, what did Lao Jiang tell Xu Yeye, why did she leave? I didn't realize it just now, and someone drove for an hour. , just to put me in your hands? It’s too bad that you didn’t even get a meal..."

As he spoke, he stroked his stomach.

"...I'm hungry. Just to confirm, is there food on the top of the mountain?"

Ji Yao thought he understood Jiang Qiutong's deep meaning. After talking with Xu Yeye just now, he "successfully relieved" Wen Lin again, which made him feel good, and now he can't stop talking.

Wen Lin smiled and chased after him: "Are you hungry? Do you still have the energy? How about I carry you on your back."

Ji Yao was startled, and quickly waved his hands: "No way, no way, this mountain is not high, just climb up by yourself."

Wen Lin just smiled and knelt down in front of him: "Come on, come on, I want to recite."

He is half a head taller than Ji Yao, and has a strong physique, and he can carry a distance easily.

Ji Yao pretended to decline a few words, and happily fell on Wen Lin's back.After all, there are people who can sit in a sedan chair, who wants to climb the mountain by himself.

Wen Lin stood up and weighed his weight: "I didn't notice it when I was wearing clothes. You have lost at least fifteen catties than before."

Ji Yao smiled and put her arms around Wen Lin's shoulders: "You look good when you're thin."

Wen Lin shook his head: "The muscles are gone."

The two chatted one after another, and the sun was getting brighter and brighter. Ji Yao picked a big leaf on the side of the road and put it on Wen Lin's head to shade him from the sun.

Wen Lin saw that she had been well-dressed today, and she was too good-looking.After a while, Ji Yao despised that leaf as ugly and unworthy of his unparalleled beauty, Wen Lin, and stretched out his palm to block the light for him.

Wen Lin just kept laughing.

Ji Yao ruffled at the ends of his hair: "What are you laughing at?"

Wen Lin said softly: "Ji Yao, do you know that I want to walk with you on my back like this for many years."

He has liked Ji Yao since he was in high school.

At that time, he was still very innocent, although there were dirty high school boy fantasies in his late-night dreams, but more of them were depicting the pure love story between him and Ji Yao in his imagination.

For example, in school, boys and girls secretly go on dates on the playground with their teachers behind their backs, and girls act coquettishly and refuse to walk, and are carried by boys on their backs.Every time he ran into him, he was so envious.

After going to college, there are more scenes like this.

Sentimental, immature, beautiful, and innocent, this is the love he longed for, and the love he had with Ji Yao in the school days.

But Ji Yao is not some young rookie, he is an old fritter with many years of experience in the world of mortals, and he disdains such slapstick love and love.

In order to catch up with people, he also had to follow the fast pace and step into the adult theater.

For more than ten years, he missed only one Ji Yao day and night, so he missed the most "pure and flawless campus love", and he has always regretted it.

He wanted to hold Ji Yao's hand and stroll along the avenues of the campus;

He wanted to introduce Ji Yao to his friends, and we all had a lively supper at the food stall;

He wanted to take his books and go to the library with Ji Yao to catch up on homework, but in order not to disturb others, he could only secretly pass small notes;

He wanted to bring Ji Yao a breakfast that he thought was delicious, drag him out of the bed, and run with him in the morning;

... He still wanted to carry Ji Yao on his back, so he kept walking forward with his back until he reached the two of them, Mu Xuebai.

"..."

Ji Yao sensitively noticed something was wrong, and unconsciously tightened his arms.

Wen Lin coughed, "I'm going to be strangled to death."

Ji Yao quickly let go, and asked uncomfortably: "Should I come down?"

Wen Lin shook his head and sighed slightly: "...that's really nice."

There was no beginning or end to the emotion, but Ji Yao keenly captured the meaning.

He gave a short "ah".

"Yes, yes."

Wen Lin didn't turn his head, he looked ahead, his steps were steady and firm.

"Of course it is—speaking of which, you know?"

"……what do you know?"

Ji Yao's voice became more and more unassuming, and the feeling of uneasiness in his heart became more and more serious, and he didn't know the reason.

"When we were together before, I would occasionally think, if I could write a novel, I would write a novel based on me, and the name was already thought of, um...it's called "Story of a Substitute"! What do you think? How about it?"

Ji Yao couldn't help complaining: "Isn't this too miserable!?"

Wen Lin smiled and nodded: "Yes, it's really too miserable. Love breeds worry, and love breeds fear, so it's okay as it is now..."

You can't be a couple forever...

Also... nothing.

Ji Yao was silent.

Wen Lin patted his ass: "Say something, otherwise, wouldn't it make me more embarrassed in this situation?"

Ji Yao rested her chin on his shoulder, rubbed Wen Lin's face, and said softly, "...not a stand-in."

Before that feeling is noticed, there may be empathy, but Wen Lin is by no means a stand-in.

"I've always known who you are, and I never thought about looking for other people's shadows from you. I don't deny that I have a compensatory mentality when I'm with you, but that's just because you are you."

"..."

Wen Lin closed his eyes lightly, his long eyelashes trembling, like a butterfly trying to fly but unable to fly.

"...That's it."

enough.Wen Lin thought.This is enough.

He packed up his mood and continued to move forward with Ji Yao on his back.

Even though the sun was so noisy, the forest was extremely quiet.

"Hey, let me tell you a story."

Like the brothers Ji Yao and Zhang He, Wen Lin's family also has a history of making a fortune.

Before moving to a new home, Wen Lin lived in the employee's family courtyard, which was issued by the unit.A set of tens of square meters is not big, but it is enough.

But Wen's mother was not satisfied, she was born in Gaozhi, and she had a stronger desire for her son to become a dragon than anyone else. She hoped that Wen Lin would be proficient in all kinds of martial arts.

She reported the violin, piano and painting to Wen Lin, hoping that her son's self-cultivation would be worthy of that god-given good looks.

The violin can be played in the room, but there is no place for the piano.

Fortunately, the house is equipped with a basement, which is half-buried in the ground. There is a small window, which is very narrow, and only a thin amount of sunlight can penetrate.

Father Wen pulled the wires in the basement and installed a simple incandescent light bulb, and little Wen Lin practiced the piano in the basement.

At that time, he was still in elementary school, and his health was not as good as it is now.The basement is very shady and cool, even in summer it will not be very hot. In spring, autumn and winter, even if you sit on the piano bench for less than 10 minutes, your hands and feet get cold.

From the age of six to ten, he remembers very clearly that in that basement, he has been practicing Czerny, first 599, then 849, gratifying, halfway through 299, he moved.

Practicing the piano is not fun, and etudes are even more monotonous and boring.As a child, he didn't appreciate the beauty of music, and his heart was numb except for numbness.

He goes to the piano room at a fixed time of 05:30 every day.

When practicing the piano every day, the only thing you can look forward to is the sunlight that penetrates into the dark room through the narrow window.

At dusk, the sun sets and the light is elongated. If the sky is clear, there will be a golden light on him.

He has counted, sometimes it is 22 fours and fours, sometimes it is [-] fours and threes. If he encounters a piece with a fast tempo, he may play dozens of notes.

But the song may be long or short, fast or slow, but the warm sunlight falling on him never exceeds 1 minute.

The shortest time is in winter, and it ends after only five four-four beats. It is so short that Wen Lin dare not blink, and it disappears.

When he was young and ignorant, he deliberately slowed down the tempo of the etudes, procrastinating every beat, hoping to retain this brilliant golden light.

—How can one keep the sun?

But it doesn't matter if the balance of today's share is used up.

As long as he knows, there will still be a little temperature tomorrow, passing by like a fleeting light, warming his hands, warming his feet, warming his numb heart...

Then he can feel a little expectation day after day.

When he was in high school, he met Ji Yao.

He didn't want to use the metaphor of "like a bright sun shining into my lackluster life", which is really too vulgar-although it is true.

They are at the same table, and sometimes they move seats, and they will change to the window seat together.Whenever Ji Yao dozed off in class, the sunlight would fall on him.

Wen Lin stretched out his hand and gently twirled the end of the other's hair.

The hair was tanned, warm, and orange-blond.

Wen Lin told the story from the beginning to the end, ignoring the sun he was thinking about every day, focusing on describing how cold the basement was and how boring the etude was.

Ji Yao is also a person who has been tortured by sketching classes and oil painting studios since he was a child. Hearing this, he nodded with sympathy.

Walking on the mountain road like this is also boring. Ji Yao asked Wen Lin a few times if he was tired and whether he wanted to come down, but after Wen Lin said that he was not tired, he scratched his head and said that since you like that kind of pure campus pure If you are pure backing, then I will reluctantly be your tool man.

Ji Yao felt the vibration from Wen Lin's back, it was the other party's smile.

"Okay, what are you going to do?"

"I've never really talked about such a pure love, um...but I've met a lot."

A small light bulb "ding" on Ji Yao's head: "That's right! They will ask some silly questions!"

Wen Lin let out a nasal sound of doubt.

Ji Yao is worthy of being a dramaqueen in the past, even though he is a good actor now, he still does not hide his true qualities of old drama.

He quickly entered the state, lay on Wen Lin's back, giggled and laughed, swayed his calf, embraced Wen Lin and kissed: "Wen Lin!"

Wen Lin was brought into the atmosphere by him, and couldn't help laughing: "Huh?"

"I'll ask you a few questions, and you'll have to answer me honestly."

Wen Lin's tone was very gentle: "Okay."

Ji Yao laughed and raised a hand high.

"Ask! Who is the person who loves Ji Yao the most in the world?"

"It's Wen Lin."

"That's right! Next question, who is the person in the world who loves Ji Yao the most?"

"It's Wen Lin."

"Congratulations, you got the answer right again! Who is the person who knows Ji Yao best in the world?"

"It's still Wen Lin."

Ji Yao raised his hands exaggeratedly: "Woohoo! All——"

Then leaned over and kissed his face, once on the left and once on the right.The two "bo" sounds are particularly loud on the mountain road.

"It's a reward."

Wen Lin smiled and supported him: "Be careful, don't fall."

The two quarreled for a while, and when Ji Yao settled down again, Wen Lin said, "Then let me ask a question too."

"Well, you said."

Wen Lin subconsciously wanted to ask "Who is Ji Yao's favorite person", but after thinking about it, there was no doubt about the answer, and then he thought about asking the answer after Zhang He was excluded.

But that would be very boring, remove the tip of the heart, and the remaining one, two or three servings will make no difference.

In a similar situation, there are also the most important person, the person you like the most... etc., you don't need to ask.

So that sentence lingered on the tip of his tongue, and he asked: "In the world, who is the one Ji Yao can't let go of?"

"Yes……"

"Is it Zhang He too?"

Ji Yao frowned in displeasure: "Why do you keep mentioning him over and over again—he's the one I'm most assured of—it's Wen Lin."

Wen Lin was speechless for a moment: "..."

In order to cover up his gaffe, he quickly smiled - "...It's really me."

"That's right——Ji Yao is most worried about being bullied, even if the other party has a family, it is Wen Lin."

He was so worried about Wen Lin, to the point of "Will he really be able to live without me?"

Wen Lin sighed after a long time: "Suddenly I feel a little regretful."

"Huh? Regret what."

"—I regret agreeing to Jiang Qiutong." He put Ji Yao down, "It's almost here."

arrive?What's here?

The bad premonition in Ji Yao's heart seemed to come true. He reached out to grab Wen Lin's wrist, but the other party avoided it intentionally or unintentionally, and just walked forward on his own.

From the foot of the mountain to the top of the mountain, there are several platforms for resting, inside which are stone benches of the same standard.

Ji Yao followed Wen Lin's footsteps to the end, looked up, and saw Yu Siyuan sitting on a stone table not far away, with his legs crossed, smoking a cigarette.Seeing them coming, they smiled and said hello.

"I've been waiting for a long time."

"...?" Ji Yao was dumbfounded.

He is not stupid, and now Wen Lin's performance is enough to make him guess, but his emotions are still pretending to be confused.

"It's just what you think." Wen Lin said again.

Ji Yao seemed to be dumbfounded, and just stared at Wen Lin.

"What do you see me doing, why, can't bear it?"

Wen Lin smiled.

Ji Yao frowned, opened his mouth, but his voice became hoarse: "Are you..."

Wen Lin looked down at him, and after a long while, gave a soft "hmm".

it is more than words.

"Correct me, 峣峣." It was Wen Lin who calmed down his mood first, and said solemnly—he even smiled, "There is no one in the world who really can't live without leaving, you can't think like this, and even because of For this kind of reason, to bear the expectations of others. That's too... How should I put it, I feel too pitiful and too arrogant."

Along the way, he carried Ji Yao on his back, and wanted to go back on his word countless times, but he was firm in his mind because of Ji Yao's worry.

"Even if that person is you?"

"Even if that person is me."

"..."

Ji Yao stopped talking.

He put a light kiss on his cheek: "Goodbye."

Wen Lin blinked, smiled at him, got up and left.

Ji Yao stood there, touched the corners of his lips in a daze, and stared blankly at Wen Lin's back gradually going away, as if gradually disappearing in his life.

Yu Siyuan in front stood up and strode towards him.

Ji Yao remembered their conversation just now.

"Do you know what kind of image you are in my heart?"

"Hmm... very slutty bitch?"

"No, you are too arrogant."

The man smiled, his eyes were like a handful of spring water in his palm.

"It's "Andante Like a Song"."

Ji Yao was in a daze, let Yu Siyuan pull him, and continued to walk forward.

He faintly felt that he seemed to look back at him.

That gaze was meaningful enough, yet so gentle, it fell gently on his back.

Like a sad sigh.

Next:

——"So I am a brave man?" "That's right. The long journey is to get the final reward."

——Furious pleasure will inevitably produce a violent ending.