tidal lock

The author has something to say: the fish spits bubbles in the water and says blue blue

[11]

The person in the center of the light and shadow is wrapped in a thick scarf, his exposed cheeks are dyed red, and his eyes are rippling, softly covering another tall figure in the picture.

——Never thought that I would look at you with such an expression.

Ye Xi leaned against the dark and narrow alley and panted heavily, heat gushing from his eye sockets.

The cruel reality is like a sharp knife, piercing straight into his chest.

As if all the energy in his body had been drained, Ye Xi slid down the wall, raised his palm to cover his tear-stained face.

I thought that six years ago was the end of all the suffering in my life, but today, six years later, I am still living in tragedy.

The snow on the ground gradually thickened.

Ye Xi folded his arms, his legs were already numb.

I finally understood that the world I lived in was full of snow, and the warm refuge never existed from the very beginning.

It's so cold.

The "creak" sound of stepping on the snow changed from far to near, from rapid to slow, and a pair of sneakers covered with frost and snow water stopped in the center of the field of vision.

"found it."

A voice of relief.

With both arms lifted up by the visitor, Ye Xi pressed against Zhou Yichao's warm chest, his body trembling involuntarily.

"Do not touch me!"

Ye Xi pushed Zhou Yichao fiercely, and smashed his back against the cold wall.

Tears overflowed red eye sockets again because of the pain, Ye Xi lowered his head, and bit his lower lip firmly.

Zhou Yichao was pushed back two steps before barely standing still, the bag in his hand fell on the snow, and the box slid out from it.

It is the same model as Zhou Yichao's mobile phone case.

Ye Xi raised his hand to try to wipe away the tears all over his face, but the tears kept welling up.

"Woo... I don't want your pity..."

The white mobile phone box was picked up by a pair of hands that were red with cold, and the pockets on the side were explored. Ye Xi blocked it from grabbing it, but Zhou Yichao directly pressed it into his arms.

"You let me go... woo."

No matter how much he pushes and beats, Zhou Yichao always clings to him tightly.

After the crackling sound, the clear booting sound came after itself.

"The phone was broken because of me."

Zhou Yichao took a step back and put the two mobile phones in his palm, his voice was hoarse and deep.

Light blue body, the same color as the sky.

"Is it painful to be with me?"

Ye Xi lowered his head and clenched his hands, tears fell on his feet, and there was a strong pain in his chest.

"In that case, I will let you go."

The blood in his body seemed to congeal the moment Zhou Yichao exited.

Two tears rolled down the eyes at the same time.

In the winter of December, the chill was piercing.

Ye Xi squeezed a mobile phone in each hand, and walked down the street in a distraught manner.

The smiling face of the child behind the window, the shy expression of the lover when whispering, the picture of friends holding hands when shopping together...

Everyone seemed to be very happy.

Ye Xi stopped and looked at his own reflection in the bright glass window beside him.

The unfortunate individual has only himself.

Ye Xi stepped up, walked around two streets back and forth, and finally walked into a 24-hour convenience store by the side of the road.

The milk tea burned his palms red, Ye Xi stared at the glass in front of him in a daze, and the shop assistant at the side thoughtfully handed over a hot towel.

Ye Xi thanked him aloud, put the towel on his embarrassed face, and raised his eyes to see a vague figure standing across the street.

The man stood motionless in the wind and snow with his coat open, holding an empty bag hanging in the air without a spot in his hand, and the black brim of his hat covered most of his face.

The next moment, the door of the convenience store was pulled open vigorously, and the people inside rushed straight into the overwhelming chill outside without the slightest hesitation.

Ye Xi raised his hand to grab the zipper on Zhou Yichao's jacket, with an anxious expression on his face, as if he was about to cry.

Why am I stuck at this moment...

Holding the upper wrist bones with a pair of well-defined hands, Ye Xi raised his head with a mournful face, and was pulled one step forward by Zhou Yichao.

"I haven't... looked at you that way...not once..."

"Didn't you say...won't leave..."

Two transparent tears under the brim of the hat splashed on the back of his hands one after another, Zhou Yichao leaned forward, and his body temperature fell into Ye Xi's arms.

"Taxi! Taxi!"

Zhou Yichao was drenched all over, had a high fever in the back seat of the car, and leaned on himself weakly.

Ye Xi's eyes were red, tears welling in his eyes, and he eagerly urged the master in front to drive faster.

The road was slippery in snowy weather, and there were extraordinarily many traffic lights. Ye Xi held Zhou Yichao's hot palm, feeling that every second of delay on the road was a torment.

At two o'clock in the middle of the night, the car finally stopped, Ye Xi paid the money, and helped Zhou Yichao into the villa.

Ye Xi dug out the antipyretics from the medicine box on the first floor, supported Zhou Yichao who was on the sofa, and swallowed them with water, then carried him to the bedroom on the second floor, and changed all the soaked clothes.

Mingming was suffering from a high fever until his face was flushed and he was unconscious, but the person concerned refused to lie down in the quilt to rest. He sat leaning on the chair and only focused on stretching out his hand to firmly grab his wrist bone.

After tossing upstairs and downstairs for half an hour, and confronting Zhou Yichao for almost half an hour, the time on the wall clock has reached three o'clock in the middle of the night.

After tortured for a whole day, his mind and body were about to reach their limit, Ye Xi used his fingerprint to unlock the mobile phone in the wet jacket on the ground, and after briefly explaining the situation with Xu Tong, he dragged Zhou Yichao and fell on the bed together.

Ye Xi propped up half of his body to completely wrap the feverish Zhou Yichao into the quilt before lying down peacefully, closing his eyes in exhaustion.

In the silent darkness, Ye Xi felt that his waist was stretched out, and his scorching forehead was pressed against the side of his neck, with a wet tear sliding down along it.

"do not leave Me."

A sad and gentle voice passed by the ear like a feather——

Consciousness sinks.

Dance music exploded in my ears.

Ye Xi opened his eyes, and saw the silhouettes of trainees dancing in a group in the huge mirror.

is a dream.

Ye Xi leaned against the back corner of the dance room, his eyes shifted from the mirror to the window.

The boy with clean short hair showed handsome eyebrows, holding a black guitar sitting in the corner playing empty.

The curtains were blown by the wind, and the soft and bright afternoon light split the boy's jawline in half, dyeing the black pupils a light brown.

If emotions had color, then the boy in front of him holding an empty guitar should be a melancholy dark blue at the moment.

The chords changed under the rising and falling slender fingertips, even if there was no sound, Ye Xi could clearly understand each melody.

Because someone has played it countless times.

Because I have heard it countless times.

The body in the dream hummed because of the memory, and Ye Xi saw the young man in front of him slowly raise his head, and the light brown pupils were illuminated into fragments filled with sunlight like amber.

With just one glance, he was separated from the noise.

The humming misses a beat, but continues.

All background sounds have been removed, leaving only a gentle voice.

The hot and slightly cool touch passed over the skin successively.

Ye Xi opened his eyes, his eyes fixed on Zhou Yichao's wet eyelashes.

Wrinkled again.

Ye Xi stretched out his fingertips, smoothed out the wrinkles between Zhou Yichao's eyebrows, and pressed his palms against his smooth forehead.

The fever is gone.

The person who promised to let go silently and stubbornly followed behind him, covered with snowflakes all over the sky, and now nestled quietly and sadly in the crescent of his neck, bending his body and clutching the fabric at his waist tightly.

Before waking up, he only thought of escaping as soon as possible, breathing smoothly and disappearing, but the moment he saw the other party after waking up, he completely gave up his thoughts.

People are contradictory individuals.

The sad dark blue infects the whole through the connected limbs.

Ye Xi closed his eyes, and plunged into the tranquil ocean with Zhou Yichao.