Window 2, Seventh Canteen

Han Zilu kept saying that he wanted to sleep, but later, it was Jiang Wei who fell asleep first.

After finishing, Jiang Wei muttered a few words on Han Zilu's body, turned over, and fell asleep within half a minute.

On the contrary, it was Han Zilu who was completely awake and sober.

It was a delicate state, the spirit was a little excited, and the thinking was very clear, but the mind was blank, and the thoughts seemed to be emptied along with Jingye.

The whole person seems to have only a shell left.

Han Zilu lay flat, turned his head and looked at Jiang Wei for more than ten minutes.

Then, the blank mind regained color, as if the sown seeds gradually germinated, the soft shoots broke through the ground, each one was yellow and weak, looking for the direction of the sun.

But there is darkness everywhere.

No light can be found, they can only be intertwined and disorganized.

Han Zilu got up, wrapped a half-wet bath towel around his body, went to the bathroom to find a cigarette, lit one, held it in his mouth, and walked around the room with the cigarette case.

After a few laps, he put on his coat and walked onto the balcony.

There was still thin sweat on his body, and when the wind blew, his bare legs were immediately covered with goose bumps.

On the balcony stood a small table that was not in use, and on the table was a glass ashtray.

Han Zilu stood by the table, flicked the cigarette ash off with his index finger, and looked into the distance.

The sun has gone down, and there is still a faint glow in the sky.

The day is almost over.

Han Zilu couldn't help thinking that he would be very busy tomorrow and the next two days, and after today, he and Jiang Wei would meet again someday.

But not seeing is not necessarily a bad thing.

The less time you spend together, the less opportunity you will find each other's flaws.

This way of getting along will keep the two of them more interested and less likely to get bored so quickly.

Thinking of this, Han Zilu extinguished the cigarette butt and took out a new one, feeling a little funny. Among all his previous love relationships, the longest was only seven months, and it was long before he was bored.

But now that he has just been with Jiang Wei, he is seriously worried about whether he will get bored.

Maybe it's not about himself, but about Jiang Wei.

Young, unstable, and originally a straight person, being with a man should be just a novelty for him for a while, maybe he doesn't need to wait until he gets tired of it, and he will leave.

It may not be because of falling in love with others, maybe it's just returning home after graduation, or maybe it's just finding a job in another city.

Maybe study abroad.

Maybe, maybe.

The future holds countless possibilities.

Jiang Wei has half a year left in his junior year, and he will graduate in one and a half years.

What Han Zilu could see was a relatively certain future, only one and a half years.

The sky gradually darkened, the rays of the sun faded, and the sky was a translucent sapphire blue.

Such a pure sky is extremely rare in spring in Beijing, but Han Zilu didn't seem to notice, he just stared at his hand and the cigarette in his hand.

He turned his wrist, wisps of smoke changed directions with his movements, flowing from the palm of his hand to the crevices of his fingers, and then out from the crevices of his fingers.

Han Zilu looked at it, and subconsciously made a grasping movement.

The smoke dissipated suddenly.

Han Zilu's expression darkened, he paused for a moment, then threw half of the cigarette in his hand on the ground, and stomped it out vigorously.

He stomped so hard and so intently that he didn't even notice his bare feet.

The half of the cigarette lay pitifully on the ground, trampled into a thin piece.

Han Zilu recovered and picked up the cigarette case again.

There was only one cigarette left.

He held the cigarette in his hand, looked into the box in disbelief, and searched it several times before finally believing the fact.

The craving for cigarettes scratched his heart, but there was only one cigarette left, and he dared not smoke.

I just held it in my hand and went back to the house to see if it was still in stock.

He almost rummaged through boxes and cabinets for half an hour, but found nothing, so he had to go downstairs to buy.

After returning, he put a whole stick of Seven Stars in the drawer, finally heaved a sigh of relief, and lit the cigarette that was crumpled by him.

He stood in front of the mirror in the bathroom, wearing jeans on his lower body and a long-sleeved T-shirt on his upper body, which he put on in a hurry when he went downstairs to buy cigarettes, and it was a little wrinkled.

He opened his clothes, and under the bluish-white light, he could see a mark from his chest to his lower abdomen. Although it had dried, he could still smell the obvious salty smell.

I don't know if it's his own or Jiang Wei's.

Han Zilu exhaled half of the smoke ring, and then blew it away with a long breath.

He originally thought that as long as they could be together, even if Jiang Wei couldn't accept his body, as long as they could accompany each other, he would feel happy.

But now that they were together and had done it smoothly, he couldn't be happier.

Before today, he always felt that the gender issue was the biggest problem between them, and he felt that as long as this issue was clarified, he could be with him without any burden.

but it is not the truth.

He got a positive answer, but there were more negative emotions in his heart.

What's more troublesome is that this time he has no direction to solve the problem at all.

Don't even understand what's wrong with me.

The wrinkled cigarette was burned to the end, Han Zilu turned on the faucet to extinguish it, put it in the corner of the sink, and opened the newly bought cigarette.

It ignited with a "snap".

When Jiang Wei woke up, he smelled the smell of food before he opened his eyes. It can be said that he was forced out of the quilt by that smell.

If it weren't for the hunger, I really want to sleep like this.

Picking up the clothes from the ground and putting them on, as soon as the door was opened, Jiang Wei's stomach started to groan.

He ran to the kitchen and saw Han Zilu wearing a blue-gray checked apron, holding a rough pottery lid in his left hand, and a small piece of meat in the chopsticks in his right hand.

As soon as Jiang Wei stood there, Han Zilu turned his head and directly handed the chopsticks to his mouth. Jiang Wei was not polite, and took a sip.

While chewing, he said, "Pig knuckle, um, it's delicious."

Han Zilu put the lid back on, turned on the fire, waited for about a minute and turned it off, "I can eat after a while. I don't have too many ingredients at home. I made southern milk pork knuckles, shrimp wontons, and leftover glutinous rice and lotus root from yesterday."

Jiang Wei wiped her mouth, "Can I eat?"

Han Zilu: "Just wait another 10 minutes. Do you want to take a shower first?"

It was only then that Jiang Wei remembered that he fell asleep right after they had sex, didn't even take a shower, and hurried to take a shower.

When he came back, Han Zilu was still in the kitchen, with a pot in front of him, and wontons the size of hawthorns were rolling in it.

Two soup bowls have been prepared on the table, the bowls are half full, and there is a small layer of oil floating on the milky white soup.

Han Zilu fished the wontons into a bowl, put them on the table, set his chopsticks, and said to Jiang Wei, "You're hungry, eat first, I'll be ready right away."

Jiang Wei swallowed, "Wait for you."

Han Zilu smiled, turned his head and continued to work, palms up, spread out the translucent wonton wrappers in his palms, and with the other hand, used a small wooden stick to pick out a small ball of stuffing from the bowl and put it on the skin, and then casually rolled it out, One wonton is ready.

He wrapped one and threw one into the pot, and it took only 2 minutes to put a dozen wontons into the pot.

The water boiled to a high temperature, and after 3 minutes, the pot was ready on time, and then the pork knuckles and glutinous rice lotus root were served on the table, and it was ready to eat.

Han Zilu took off his apron, washed his hands, Jiang Wei looked at the table and then at him, walked over and hugged his waist from behind.

Han Zilu: "Are you fainted from hunger?"

Jiang Wei: "Yes, I want to eat you." As he spoke, he buried his head on Han Zilu's back, took a few bites through his clothes, and as soon as his nose touched the clothes, he smelled a strong smell of smoke.

"Are you smoking again?"

Han Zilu: "I'm addicted to cigarettes, don't you like the smell of cigarettes?"

Jiang Wei: "I don't like it either, you smoke less."

Han Zilu, "Yes. Let's eat."

Jiang Wei praised while eating, Han Zilu thought everything was delicious, today's shrimp wonton also refreshed his understanding of wonton.

The smooth shrimp paste is mixed with crushed water chestnuts, which is rich in taste and extremely delicious.

But Han Zilu was not satisfied, and told Jiang Wei that it would be more delicious if it was made with fresh shrimp. The shrimp was bought and frozen a few days ago. Because the meat quality was not so good, it was pureed, otherwise it would be whole. Only shrimp in the wonton, the taste will be more crisp.

Although I feel that Han Zilu is a bit competitive, but there is nothing wrong with this. Jiang Wei is eating the shrimp paste wonton in the bowl. After eating, he can still think about the whole shrimp wonton. He is full of longing for the future meals.

He looked at Han Zilu while eating, almost wanting to eat with that face.

After watching for a long time, Han Zilu also looked over and asked, "What are you looking at?"

Jiang Wei smiled foolishly.

Han Zilu paused, raised his hand, slowly placed it on his head, and touched it gently.

Jiang Wei: "Why are you touching a child?"

Han Zilu pursed his lips slightly, "When you look at me now, do you feel any different from before?"

Jiang Wei: "No, he's still so handsome."

"But you didn't look at me that way before." Han Zilu gently withdrew his hand, and there was something hard to interpret in his smile.

Jiang Wei couldn't help touching his face, thought for a while, but didn't know what to say, so she called Han Zilu to continue eating.

Jiang Wei was hungry, and he ate his meal seriously, until there was only one piece of pig's trotter and three pieces of lotus root slices left before he stopped his chopsticks and asked, "By the way, what time is it?"

Han Zilu: "Seven or eight o'clock."

Jiang Wei fumbled in his pocket, but couldn't find the phone, so he got up to look for it again, and finally found it on the small table in the hallway, which should have been put there as soon as he entered the door.

Click to open it, good guy, a string of missed calls and unread text messages.

Check the phone first, half of Zhao Siyuan and half of his father.

Looking at the text messages again, they are all Zhao Siyuan.

Jiang Wei took a rough look, and his expression gradually became serious.

Han Zilu asked casually beside him, "What's the matter?"

Jiang Wei hummed, and looked up after a while, "My dad came to Beijing, and I met my classmate Yuanzi in the afternoon, and Yuanzi sent me a lot of text messages, reminding me that my dad was looking for him to ask questions. Questions about my sexual orientation, and then my dad called me a few times, but I didn't answer."

Han Zilu: "Then call back quickly."

Jiang Wei nodded, and found Jiang's father's phone number. Just about to call back, he glanced at Han Zilu again, "Then what, I may have to leave after the call, and I can't accompany you."

"It's okay, you are busy with your work." Han Zilu picked up the lotus root slices and slowly put them into his mouth.

Jiang Wei dialed the phone, got up after saying a few words, "My dad has to go back early tomorrow morning, so..."

"You go, it really doesn't matter."

Jiang Wei held the mobile phone and hesitated, "How about I come to you after I see him? Tonight, shall I stay with you?"

Han Zilu pushed Jiang Wei towards the door, "Farewell, it's eight o'clock, and it's not too early for you to finish chatting, so don't bother."

Jiang Wei nodded and began to get dressed.

Han Zilu sent him downstairs, all the way out of the alley, and saw the empty taxi lights on from a distance, Jiang Wei waved, then turned around and quickly hugged Han Zilu.

When letting go, he asked in a low voice, "Does it still hurt?"

At this moment, the taxi stopped, and Han Zilu opened the car door for him, "Go, I'm fine."

Jiang Wei didn't have much time to delay, so he boarded the car and reported the place name.

The street lights flickered outside the window, Jiang Wei turned to look at Han Zilu, and saw that he was standing there motionless until he was too far away to see clearly, and he seemed to be still standing there.

When the car turned a corner, Han Zilu completely disappeared from sight, Jiang Wei frowned subconsciously, and an unknown emotion suddenly surged in his heart.

The heart seems to be pumping, and it hurts a little.