After the rain

What do you mean? "

Shen Yan didn't answer, breathing lightly and steadily, as if falling asleep.

Shen Xin was full of anger and didn't let it out, he just felt his headache was about to split, he couldn't stay in the room any longer, so he got up and went out to breathe.

Just as I walked to the door, I heard a mocking voice behind me: "They don't need to know, they won't even know if I die."

Shen Xin turned around in a daze.

The light above the head was bright and dazzling, and the white light shone on the face that had lost all blood.

After the afterglow had dissipated, and the cool wind pierced through his neck, Shen Xin couldn't help but shivered, he regained his thoughts from the past, his eyes fell on Shen Yan's right arm, his eyes were dark.

Without the sunshine, the Liaoyuan cemetery became more and more quiet and desolate. The prelude to the news broadcast was played on the radio in the building area under the mountain, which could be heard intermittently from too far away.

Shen Xin kowtowed three times again, got up first, staggered his feet and stood aside to wait.

After a while, Shen Yan also stood up.

The two turned back the same way.

The hometown is located on the edge of the housing area. It is a small three-story western-style building. The walls are piled up to circle the courtyard, and two stone lions are erected at the door.

The new house that was demolished and rebuilt four years ago was out of place with the surrounding gray and low-rise old houses, but the family did not have time to live in it.

The living room on the first floor, the bedroom on the second floor and the utility room on the third floor, the two of them only stayed for one night, so Shen Xin cleaned out the bedroom on the farthest side of the second floor, and went to find Shen Yan in the double bedroom on the other side.

There was still a wedding photo of his parents hanging above the bed, Shen Yan took off the dustproof cloth, sat by the bed and watched silently.

He closed his eyes and opened them again, the thin layer of blood in front of his eyes was lingering.

In golden autumn and October, osmanthus is fragrant.

One second, I heard my parents laughing and talking about the stupid things he did when he was a child, and the next second the car was pushed and hit by an external force and fell uncontrollably off the cliff.

The woman beside him desperately held him in her arms, fighting for his chance of life with her flesh and blood.

The blood and tears dripping on the face in the cramped space, and the dirty and distorted face trying to pull out a smile are painful memories that Shen Yan can't forget in his life but doesn't want to think about.

It was not easy to meet each other, but I never thought it would be a farewell.

Shen Yan hated them for missing countless important moments in his life, and even more hated them for leaving him in this way.

When a person is alive, there is still hope even if they are thousands of miles away, but when a person dies, there is nothing.

Shen Xin couldn't see him showing such a disappointed expression, but he couldn't bear to be disturbed, sighed in his heart, and went out to buy dinner.

The house had no electricity, and as dusk fell outside, it was dark in the bedrooms.

I don't know how long it took, the sudden light-on of the mobile phone screen and the slight vibration sound brought Shen Yan back to his sanity, and he broke out in a cold sweat, his heartbeat accelerated and his hairs stood on end.

He exhaled two foul breaths and looked down at the culprit.

Shen Xin: [I'll buy you a small cake, do you want fruit or chocolate? ]

With cold and stiff fingers, Shen Yan typed a little slowly: [What? ]

Shen Xin first sent a smiling emoji, followed by a screenshot, which was the monthly exam results issued by the school uniformly.

——Shen Yan, class 17, senior one, got the results of the first monthly exam this semester as follows:

Chinese: 80, Mathematics: 97, English: 90, Chemistry: 56, History: 68, Physics: 60, Biology: 78, Politics: 57, Geography: 78.

The class ranks 55 and the grade ranks 919.

Well, the last one.

However, Shen Xin was very happy, and he could feel his joy through the screen: [Just mention what you want to eat, brother will satisfy you! ]

Shen Yan's heart was sore and aching, but every time he jumped, his body warmed up a little. He smiled: [Brother. ]

Shen Xin: [Standby at any time! ]

Shen Yan: [I want to hug. ]

Shen Xin already had a bunch of food in his hand, and was standing in front of the freezer in the cake shop waiting for him to choose the taste: "... Please pack both for me, thank you!"

Clerk: "One fruit and one chocolate?"

"Yes."

19, sick

Mid-Autumn Festival, family reunion.

The bright moon is embedded in the dark blue night, full of brilliance, and the lights of thousands of houses under it are bright like stars.

Sneaking into the house like water and moonlight, gently stroking every pattern on the tiled floor, sporadic lights leaped into Shen Yan's eyes, and a bright galaxy opened.

Shen Xin drove a long distance today, his body was exhausted and he fell asleep as soon as he touched the pillow. After falling asleep, he fished Shen Yan who was almost hanging on the edge of the bed into his arms, and his arms became tighter and tighter.

Shen Yan let him hug him, listening to his steady and even breathing, his eyes fell outside the window, and there was no trace of sleepiness on his face.

The coolness of the autumn night invaded silently, Shen Yan's resistance was weak, and when he stayed up in the middle of the night, he felt sore eyes, dizziness, and a dull pain in his forehead and temples.He rolled over and got into Shen Xin's arms, lifted the quilt to cover his head, put his face close to his neck, curled up into a ball, his eyes were completely plunged into darkness, and he fell into a deep sleep at some point.

Shen Xin woke up according to the usual biological clock the next day, his brain was still in a chaotic state, he yawned and fumbled on the bed for half a century before he found the phone that ran under the pillow.

At six five, I can stay in bed for a while.

No one is around, and the night owl is already up.

After resting on the bed for half an hour, Shen Xin procrastinated to get up and take a shower.

After he cleaned up the room, Shen Yan, who had gone out to buy breakfast, also came back, carrying two bowls of wontons and a few steamed buns.

"The complexion is so bad." Shen Xin took it and put it on the table, and put his palm on his forehead. The temperature was not high, but it was a little cold due to the wind.

His face was bloodless, his lips were dry and pale, his two panda eyes were blurred like drugged, Shen Xin frowned and said, "Have you been up all night again?"

When Shen Yan first got up, he had a terrible headache, his throat was itchy and his breathing was difficult. After walking outside, it miraculously eased a lot, but his voice was a little hoarse. "I slept for about three or four hours."

"You." It's useless to say anything now, Shen Xin sighed, "Make it up in the car on the way back."

Because he didn't have a good rest and his body was not feeling well, Shen Yan would occasionally wake up for a while during the journey. When eating lunch, he was sleepy and had no appetite. Shen Xin didn't force him, and bought water and bread to prepare.

The gray and white guardrails retreating rapidly outside the car window are endless, the stalwart mountains connected to the sky stretch slowly, the sun gradually moves from east to west, the undulating mountains are replaced by high-rise buildings, and the sound of people replaces the sound of the wind.

Shen Yan's hands and feet were cold and his body felt dull. He touched a piece of chocolate with his eyes closed, but it was bitter in the mouth, and he slowly tasted the sweetness after it melted a bit.The road was congested, the car stopped and swayed, making him feel sick, his headache was about to burst, his eyelids were heavy, and he couldn't breathe.

He has always been able to endure pain, and his ability to hide is top-notch, it seems that he is not in good spirits, Shen Xin only thought that he did not have enough sleep and didn't think much about it.

Suppressing the discomfort and returning home, Shen Yan hurriedly took a shower, avoided Shen Xin, swallowed a few pills, and continued to sleep under the covers.

Shen Xin came in to look for a change of clothes, he moved lightly and tried not to make noise, he took out one from the uniform black, white and gray long-sleeved T-shirts in the closet, but when he put it back on the hanger, he found that there was an unusual one mixed in.

——Light gray short sleeves with a string of English embroidery on the chest.

Unlike Xiaobao's style and style, Shen Xin complained, but he didn't feel at ease.

He didn't have the skills to cook, so he came out of the shower and ordered takeaway. While waiting, he was doing work in the living room, when Shen Yan's cell phone that had fallen on the coffee table suddenly vibrated.

"Song Qikun." Shen Xin stroked his chin and read out the caller's note, glanced at the bedroom, hesitated for two seconds and pressed the answer button.

"Little Treasure, are you back yet? We're stalking the cat in the atrium, do you want to come?"

Xiaobao?Shen Xin raised his eyebrows, snorted with unknown meaning, leaned back against the sofa, crossed his legs, and swayed his toes up and down leisurely, "Hello, I'm his brother."

"..." Song Qikun almost choked on his saliva, stopped the "brother" that was about to blurt out, and tied his tongue: "Hello, is Shen Yan here? I, I am his friend."

"He's sleeping and needs me to wake him up...huh?" Shen Xin left the phone in doubt and turned his head.

Shen Yan's hair was messy, the neckline of his pajamas was askew, and his trouser legs were high on one side and low on the other. Deliriously, he took a cup to the kitchen to drink water, and swallowed the medicine stuck in his throat, "Hello?"

His voice was unbelievably hoarse, and when he was not speaking, his breathing was a little short and heavy. Song Qikun was afraid that Shen Xin would be listening, so he didn't dare to shout, "Shen Yan?"

"Ah."

"Your voice is so hoarse. Are you sick? Do you have a fever? Is there any medicine at home? Don't hold back if you feel bad. Your brother is here, isn't he? You tell him and let him have a look."

He spoke too fast, and Shen Yan's unresponsive brain couldn't turn around, but he instinctively responded first, "Oh."

Obviously not listening.

Song Qikun had no choice but to ask slowly, "Are you feeling unwell?"

The buzzing noise in the earpiece disappeared, and now the voice was gentle and soft, patiently word by word, and burrowed into the ear like a feather.

Shen Yan felt that his heart and lungs were on fire in an instant, spreading along the blood vessels like a prairie fire. He supported the cooking table and poured half a cup of cold water to cool down, and nodded obediently: "Yes."

"Do you have a headache?"

"pain."

"Do you have a fever?"

"should."

"Have you taken medicine?"

"have eaten."

"Go and tell your brother that you are not feeling well."

"En." Shen Yan obeyed him, and agreed very readily, but turned out of the kitchen in a few steps and forgot, and when he met Shen Xin's eyes, he opened his mouth and said, "Brother, I want to drink milk tea."

Song Qikun: "..."

Fortunately, Shen Xin also noticed something wrong with his younger brother at this time, walked over and touched his hot forehead and face, frowned and said, "I have a fever."

Shen Yan's eyes were blank, his cheeks were flushed with heat, and he spoke slowly, "I'm taking medicine."

He paused, pursing his lips