give me a hug

Back in the room after dinner, Xie Jiaran received a WeChat message from Liang Suinian, a photo of him sleeping on his back on the floor.

Flipping its furry belly to be touched by others, curling up its paws and squinting its eyes, it is extremely comfortable.

Xie Jiaran zoomed in on the photo, looked at the kitten in its entirety first, and then set his eyes on the hands that were rubbing the cat's belly.

Very white, with clear bones under the skin.

His knuckles were slender, his nails were neatly trimmed, and he made a random bending movement very nicely.

Xie Jiaran looked at it for a while, then turned off the big picture and slowly replied [very cute].

It took a while to reply, the first one was still a photo, and the second one was text:

Su past years: [Look, let me just say it, this little perverted cat only picks good-looking ones to eat O^O]

It's still one person and one cat, but this time it's not the hands that show up, but the whole part from the neck up to the mouth.

The photo was fixed at the moment when the kitten hugged his cheek and gnawed his lower jaw with its deciduous teeth. The slightly tilted movement made the jaw line on the side of the face more clear.

Upward is the joyfully upturned corner of the mouth, and downward is the protruding Adam's apple, and the half of the collarbone exposed because the white shirt is missing a button.

This time, Xie Jiaran didn't even give the kitty a whole look.

His eyes lingered on Liang Suinian's body, and the pictures he captured casually were extremely clean and beautiful, reminding him of the black butterfly he saw when he was waiting at the door of his house in the afternoon.

If only it could rest on this collarbone, and flap its wings a little now and then...

The romantic and imaginative artist kid touched his ear tips that were a little hot, and silently saved this photo into the album.

By the way, let's go to the belly-rolling one.

The other party seemed to be idle and had nothing to do, chatting with him without much nourishment.

Xie Jiaran can even imagine his current state - amidst the noise of a group of internet-addicted teenagers around him, he is bored watching the game live with his cat in his arms, and occasionally he picks up his phone to share it with him when he sees something interesting.

Xie Jiaran was not good at chatting, let alone finding topics, so he could only simply respond to what Liang Suinian said, expressing that he was still there.

When he came back with a schoolbag on his back, there was nothing in it, except for the dormitory key and the charger, which was the notebook he bought at the school gate.

Spread out the notebook on the table, but couldn't find the few watercolor brushes he kept at home for the convenience of drawing.

I rummaged through the drawer pen holder for a long time but couldn't find it, so I had no choice but to open a new box of paint.

The news about Liang Suinian ended at 46:[-], and the light in his room stayed on until nearly five o'clock in the morning.

He slept for about three hours, and in his dream there was always a black butterfly flying around to disturb him. When he woke up, he felt dizzy, as if he had been thrown into a cloud hanging in the air. The soft touch tickles.

He propped himself up on the bed and sat up, and it took him a while to realize that he had made another mistake.

Downstairs are the screams of children clamoring for ice cream, which is still uncomfortably piercing into the eardrums through a door.

He let out a sigh of relief, even if he was agitated by his cold and habitual temperament, the appearance he showed was just a slight frown.

I rubbed it hard on the back of my hand, got out of bed and walked into the bathroom. Cold water splashed onto my shoulders and flowed down from my shoulder blades. Any discomfort temporarily taken away by the coldness was washed away and dripped all over the ground.

After going downstairs to have breakfast, Zhou Wenyue sat on the sofa in the living room and watched the morning news. Xie Jiaran hesitated for a while, and decided to go and watch with her for a while.

But before he sat down, his gaze came to a few watercolor brushes in the corner of the second floor of the coffee table.

It was left in a mess, the cap was gone, and the nib was visibly spoiled.

Xie Jiaran was stunned for a moment.

As soon as he leaned over to pick up the paintbrush, Lu Shang hurried over and snatched it from him. He turned and leaned on the sofa and hid in Zhou Wenyue's arms. He hugged her tightly, afraid of being snatched back by him again.

Xie Jiaran straightened up and looked at Lu Shang, her voice was cold: "That's my pen."

Lu Shang plunged into Zhou Wenyue's arms to hide himself, and his eyes were hidden.

"Of course, it's just a few pens. If my brother wants you, give it to him."

Zhou Wenyue spoke gently as a peacemaker: "Besides, don't you still have a lot of pens, and you are not short of these few, right?"

Xie Jiaran didn't say yes or no, but turned to Zhou Wenyue: "Mom, did you go to my room to give Shang Shang the pen?"

Hesitation flashed across Zhou Wenyue's face, he looked down at the youngest son in his arms, then at Xie Jiaran, and finally nodded in confirmation: "Yes."

"I see."

Xie Jiaran could clearly hear the protection under the lie, and she no longer had the intention to watch TV: "I don't want the pen anymore, if he wants it, take it. I have something else to do, so I'll go back to my room first."

"Okay, okay... Oh, that's right, Xiaoran. "

Zhou Wenyue suddenly thought of something again: "Shang Shang's weekly exam results are not satisfactory, the test papers have already been handed out, if you don't go out this afternoon, explain the test questions to your brother."

Xie Jiaran responded inexplicably, and when he walked to the stairs, he heard Lu Shang ask Zhou Wenyue for ice cream.

"Didn't you already eat one just now, why do you want to eat it again?"

"Only one! It's so hot today that I can't quench my thirst, no matter if I want to eat or not!"

"Hey, okay, that's the last one for today. You can't ask for it after you eat it. Don't go back and eat it again."

"yeah!"

"Like a monkey, it doesn't make people worry at all. When do you think your brother wants ice cream like you?"

Xie Jiaran quickened his pace and closed the door, blocking all the sound from the door.

Leaning behind the door and closing her eyes for a while, the phone vibrated, and when she opened it, Lin Shan sent him a message, asking him when he would be back to school, and wanted to go with him to the newly opened snack bar at the side door to try something new.

He replied [not sure], exited the chat box, and his eyes naturally fell on the second most recently contacted friend.

Liang Suinian's profile picture is a paper airplane placed on the table.

There is a test paper under the paper airplane, and a ballpoint pen is on the right.

The night is outside the background window, and the lamp on the table is on. In the illuminated place, you can clearly see the geometric arithmetic problems on the wings of the paper airplane and the solution process in clear handwriting.

It's a high school test paper.

It feels amazing.

To describe, everyone's life is like countless parallel time and space, everyone lives their own life in their own small circle.

The accidental intersection is the collision of two parallel time and space, which can bring out a series of chain reactions that are unknown to each other but can arouse people's curiosity.

Just like Xie Jiaran at this moment, because of the picture of a paper airplane, he began to wonder what Liang Suinian looked like in high school, what kind of people and things he lived in, and what he was thinking in his heart.

And, inexplicably missing, curious about where he is now and what he is doing.

When dialing the phone, Xie Jiaran looked at the street trees outside the window without thinking about anything, leaving everything to his subconscious and instinct.

"I just came out of my high school classmate's house. By the way, I bought a pair of earphones at the digital store on the way, as well as the charger that Li Tang asked to bring for him."

Liang Suinian on the other end of the phone answered his question before asking with a smile: "What's the matter, do you need me to bring you anything?"

"No."

Even though he knew he couldn't see, Xie Jiaran habitually shook his head and asked him: "Then, are you going back to school now?"

Liang Suinian: "Yes, how about you, when are you going to go back to school, tomorrow afternoon or the day after tomorrow morning?"

Xie Jiaran still wanted to say that he was not sure, but he heard the noise from downstairs and Zhou Wenyue's nonchalant scolding with a smile, his words melted into foam, and the collision combined into another answer.

"I want to go back to school too."

He inserted his fingertips into the skin of his wrist, and murmured: "Liang Suinian, I also want to go back to school now..."

There was silence on the other end of the phone for two seconds.

Soon, Liang Suinian asked where his home was, then smiled and sighed in a casual tone, "It's a bit far from our school", chatted a few more casually, and hung up the phone quickly.

Xie Jiaran rested her forehead with the back of her hand, went back to the desk and sat down.

The itch hidden under the cortex hit him one after another like the ebb and flow of the tide. He sat patiently for a while, opened the album and found the photos saved last night.

Holding the phone in his hand, he stared silently for a while, then gently closed his eyes, lowered his head, and pressed his forehead against the screen.

Now he is no different from painting cakes to satisfy his hunger and hope plums to quench his thirst, he thought.

I really envy that little cat that can gnaw people's chin.

The drowsiness came late, he didn't know when he fell asleep lying on the table, and was soon woken up by the vibration of the mobile phone, and Liang Suinian called him.

"Asleep?" The other party heard the hoarseness in his monosyllable, and said in a condescending tone: "Then do you want to go back to school now?"

"?"

Xie Jiaran felt that she fell asleep, otherwise, how could she not understand what Liang Suinian said?

"Little friend, come on, poke your head, and let me make sure I'm not in the wrong place."

"?"

Xie Jiaran stood up with sleepy and confused question marks on his face, and looked out the window, his gaze immediately fixed on a figure downstairs, his sleepiness disappeared, and his eyes widened.

It didn't know when it began to rain, Liang Suinian was holding a gray-blue umbrella, when he saw him, he frowned, raised his hand at him, and smiled brightly.

"Why... are you here?"

Xie Jiaran stood there, a little at a loss: "It's so far away, why did you come here?"

"It's not far. My high school classmate's house is close to here. It's only an hour's drive away."

Liang Suinian's voice was transmitted to the eardrums through the electric current, neither fast nor slow, just like the cool drizzle at this moment, calming his confused emotions at this moment:

"Xie Jiaran, do you want to go back to school with me?"