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Between the seams is a vertical pure black pattern that is exactly the same as the fabric of the down jacket, and he is wearing a black and white aj11 under his feet. He is condescending, grinning, stretching out his hand and shaking his cheek.

"Hi?"

Shi Fangman was taken aback by the sudden appearance of the person, looked up at him, and for a moment did not recognize the handsome and outstanding young man in front of him who greeted him.Yan Zheng's apparently well-dressed appearance today is certainly eye-catching, but more importantly, he has not seen him for a few months. His hair has grown long, reaching to the neck, and the sandalwood hair is spread out, half-hidden With white earlobes.Shi Fangman's eyes looked at Yan Zheng carefully. The young man who had completely grown up was tall and proud, with excellent proportions, firm and fair skin, and three-dimensional and exquisite facial features. With a hairstyle, familiar people suddenly become unfamiliar, and every gesture gives people a different feeling. This kind of change makes Shi Fangman feel a little weird, and for some reason, he dare not look directly at those tea-black pupils.

He stepped up a step, and Yan Zheng stepped back to make room. The two stood on the same platform, and the other naturally reached out his hand to pick up what Shi Fangman was carrying.

"Have you grown your hair long?"

He couldn't hold back, and asked directly. Yan Zheng put his hands back into his pockets, shook his head slightly, and said casually, "Is this? I've been too busy recently, so I forgot to cut it."

He stood in front of Shi Fangman, didn't say much, just looked at each other with a smile.Shi Fangman clutched the cold metal key between his fingers, after hesitating again and again, he finally let go of his hand and walked forward first.

On such a cold day, when Yan Zhengfang reached out to grab something, the two touched each other slightly. Shi Fang didn't know how long he had been waiting, but the colder touch than metal softened his heart, and he opened his mouth. door, stepped aside, silently acquiesced.

"Here is the original insole. It has been used for many years. Brother, you are still in love."

Shi Fangman didn't want to talk to him, but asked politely: "Drink water?"

"Well," Yan Zheng looked around while walking around the room, and responded, "It's so cold outside, is there any hot water?"

Shi Fangman had no choice but to boil a pot of water. During this period, Yan Zheng rummaged through the living room.The layout of the living room remained the same, and the place where the snacks were placed remained the same. When he turned his head, he saw that the person he hadn't seen for a long time was still sitting in the original position, pulling the snack bag familiarly.The figure coincided with the memory, but it was not the same. Shi Fangman explored the difference, and stared at Yan Zheng for a long time unconsciously.The kettle at hand was gurgling louder and louder. With a "ding", the red light dimmed, and the boiling water gradually calmed down.

"elder brother?"

Yan Zheng called him in the living room: "Why didn't you see your kitten?"

Shi Fangman brought him a new, unused cup, filled it with tea and water, and brought it over.

"Milk tea went to the store to play."

Yan Zheng held the cup, leaned on the back of the sofa, turned his head to look at him: "Where do you keep the cat?"

The door of one bedroom was closed tightly, while the other was opened with a narrow gap of about ten centimeters, and there was a plush bear pulled out of milk tea at the door.

Shi Fang couldn't believe that he couldn't see it, so he said, "That's the only room left."

"Can I go in and take a look?"

Yan Zheng walked in a familiar direction, bypassed the sofa, and walked through a small corridor with picture frames hanging on both sides. The room facing Shi Fangman's bedroom was once Yan Zheng's place.

Write under a silver desk lamp, pile up your treasured sneakers on the floor, and hang your favorite posters and the countdown to the college entrance examination on the wall opposite the bed.But now, behind a door, everything has changed. The space in memory can only stay in memory forever. Strange space devoured.

All kinds of small dolls can be seen everywhere on the ground. Yan Zheng squatted down, picked up the puppet bear wearing a white gauze skirt by the door, brushed off the fine and fluffy cat hair stuck to it, and threw it in. .

Shi Fangman, who was watching behind him, felt a little apologetic, and when Yan Zheng closed the door and approached with his eyes down, that apology became even more obvious.After looking at the cat room, Yan Zheng's mood was obviously depressed. Shi Fangman looked at the time, and now it was almost past the meal time. He cheered up and greeted, "Have you eaten yet?"

Yan Zheng pursed his lips, looked at him and shook his head slightly: "No, have you eaten yet?"

Shi Fangman didn't know how to drive him out at this time. He had decided to stay with Yan Zheng for a meal, so he stood up when he heard the words: "I'll order snail noodles, why don't you go back after eating?"

Yan Zheng also followed his footsteps to go to the kitchen. When Shi Fangman went to get a pot to boil water, he stood by the sink and turned on the faucet. When the water boiled, he took the instant food bag from the bag on the shelf. Come out and pass it over.This is also a habit that two people cultivated when they lived together in the past.Shi Fangman didn't know how to cook but was too embarrassed to sit on the sofa and wait, so he always followed him to the kitchen to help out. Although all he did were meaningless and trivial things, Yan Zheng was also very welcome and actively helped Shi Fangman arranged various tasks and praised him generously, such as "It's handsome to beat eggs with one hand", "The ground pepper is very fine" and even "Help me tie my apron", "It's not loose or tight, and the bow is tied very well." Pretty”, this totally jokey remark is one of the joys of cooking.And this time, his identity was reversed, and Shi Fangman couldn't say anything serious.

It's just that as soon as he turned around, he could imagine that Yan Zheng's eyes were staring behind him, and his mood was complicated. The two packets of noodles were boiled like thorns, and he was extremely uncomfortable.

The secret to the delicious boiled snail noodles is to add cold water twice. When Shi Fangman turned around after the water boiled for the first time, Yan Zheng had already handed over a bowl of cold water.The young man's pupils reflected the sunlight from outside the window sill, and bright light spots flickered on the pupils. The originally dark pupils almost turned into a light amber color. His lips were relaxed, and his white teeth were slightly parted. The long hair swayed at the chin, and the dark hair further set off the elegant face with red lips and white teeth, which looked like spring flowers.

Shi Fang's mind was in a mess, and it was difficult to concentrate. As soon as he took the bowl and turned around, the sudden heavy breathing behind him made his hand slip, and half a bowl of water was poured into the pot, and it was boiling The water splashed, but the other half fell on the cooking table, rolled down the slope, and the cold liquid immediately wetted his trousers and feet.

The heat on Yan Zheng's body almost turned into a real feeling, and the distance of approaching was so close that he was almost sticking to his back. Shi Fangman was embarrassed and annoyed, put the bowl down, put one hand in his pocket, and held the mirror frame with the other , Pretend to be calm and explain: "The water is spilled, you do it, I will change clothes."

He bypassed Yan Zheng, pulled on the increasingly cool cotton slippers, and walked out of the kitchen on his own.

Going back to the house, he took off his socks, found a new pair of slippers and put them on again. After thinking about it, Shi Fang still didn't change into the softer and more comfortable pajama pants.He heard slight noises outside, but he didn't intend to go out to take a look. He sat on the edge of the bed and sighed wearily.

Yan Zheng's attitude remained unchanged.

In fact, the news that has lasted from the end of summer to this winter, nearly half a year, more than 170 days without a single day of interruption, has always reminded him of that person's heart.Looking at the constantly updated text in the chat history, Shi Fang thought it was the countdown to the bomb or simply his death talisman. The switch was on Yan Zheng’s body, and he couldn’t press it. He wanted to avoid it. Feeling flustered and less and less confident.

In Shi Fangman's cognition, liking should be like a flower that blooms in a certain season and decays as promised in another season. It should be beautiful, but it should also be short-lived. The time is crisp and without any painful ending.Except for the liking he thought, other feelings with the word "like" are poison wrapped in honey, a moment of obsession and joy, and a lifetime of pain and torture.As for Yan Zheng, how long will he let this obviously incorrect feeling go?to what extent?

Shi Fangman couldn't understand, but through the network cable, there was no opportunity for all emotions to explode.But since the meeting just now, Yan Zheng has been probing vaguely, which suddenly deepened Shi Fangman's sense of fatigue and fear of such a continuation of the state, and he had to be ruthless and clarify everything.

He had prepared himself in this way, and after rolling the words in his mouth a few times, he pushed open the door. Two servings of hot snail noodles were already placed on the dining table, and Yan Zheng was walking from the kitchen door with a crystal clear glass fruit plate come over.

"I see that there are grapes and winter dates in the refrigerator, wash them and eat them later."

He pulled out his chair and sat down, tilted his head and asked in doubt, "Brother? Why don't you come to eat?"

Shi Fangman compromised silently again, and finished the meal peacefully.

Yan Zheng's habit is very good, usually after eating, he will get up immediately to take away the dishes and chopsticks, and then clean up the kitchen before sitting back to rest.Shi Fangman finally plucked up his courage when he reached for his own bowl: "Let's put it away for now, let's talk."

Yan Zheng paused, then withdrew his hand, put his arm against the table, propped it on his chin, and lowered his head slightly to look at him.

"what happened?"

21:13:10

short kiss

Shi Fangman imagined that he would withdraw himself from this space, and ask him from another objective standpoint: "You are in college now, have you met someone you like?"

"Is there someone you like?"

He smiled smugly, as if pleased to have found such a