filled

, Shi Fangman wrote it down word by word.

"Don't hold the pen too hard if your hand hurts."

Shi Fangman said it more than once, but Yan Zheng's bad habit has long been formed, and he has to be reminded from time to time.

"I used to write homework by myself, and my hands hurt after I finished writing, and no one told me that the strength of the pen was not right."

Yan Zheng felt wronged: "So don't blame me, it's always been written like this before."

"Then you are in pain now," Shi Fangman frowned: "How can I keep you in pain?"

"This habit has to be changed, I'm watching you."

He stared at Yan Zheng, but when midnight came quietly, he fell asleep on the back of the chair, his breathing was very shallow, and when Yan Zheng finished his homework, he seldom made noise like him. Looking back, I was watching him with his eyes closed, his glasses neatly straddling the bridge of his nose, wearing long-sleeved trousers, and sleeping in front of him neatly.

Yan Zheng hadn't seen Shi Fangman wearing shorts for so long. In the steaming heat of summer, he could reveal his thin white elbows, and his lower body only showed his thin ankle bones and an ankle hidden under the fabric.

If Yan Zheng had a strong curiosity, in the dead of night, he could squat down, lift up the man's trousers from bottom to top, and roll them all the way up to see the thin white legs. And the obvious shape of the kneecap, and then go up, see the man's thigh and pure white boxer briefs?

Yan Zheng had seen those white pigeons drying on the balcony, but after all he didn't have the curiosity of a magician, and he was happy to put them in his pocket or hide them.

On the 24th and 25th, Yan Zheng took the exam for two days, officially ending his student career for this semester.Although Shi Fangman was taking care of junior high school students, he was not the head teacher after all, and school was over early. Yan Zheng was the one who opened the door when he got home. The man had already taken off his glasses, and was walking to the bathroom with a basket of changed clothes and towels.

"Shall we go shopping tomorrow? I thought it was time to give you a gift. Can we choose together?"

Yan Zheng proposed that he would not go home for his birthday and wanted to spend it together. Shi Fangman made a full plan for the day on the 26th. He asked a few boys in the class and chose a few sneakers that Yan Zheng might like. For the movie that was released, I bought tickets for the imax theater of the movie with the highest box office. Yan Zheng likes spicy food, and he doesn't like meat.

He made these preparations, but before he could say all of them, Yan Zheng shook his head neatly: "I won't go, I want to go somewhere else, brother, you can go with me."

Shi Fang was worried that he had no plan, seeing that he had made up his mind, he just nodded and said: "Okay."

The door of the bathroom was gently locked, with the sound of water splashing, Yan Zheng raised his eyes to stare at the flooded door, his eyes seemed to pass through layers of water curtains, and spread to the deepest part.

He listened to the sound of the water, and rarely had any thoughts in his mind. He was just in a daze as if he was empty-handed. He heard the water stop for a long time, then turned his eyes away and continued to play with his phone.

The place Yan Zheng was going to was not in the urban area, so he asked his family to drive a car and drove himself and Shi Fangman all the way to the outskirts of the city.The city they are in is along a long river, and there is a place by the river that everyone in the city knows. Since the blood of the revolutionary martyrs was buried there decades ago, it has been dead and alive all these years. The land with few people can gradually become more populated and less land, and the value of the remaining few lands will double, and one square meter is higher than the housing price in the city center.

This cemetery is where Yan Zheng is going.

Shi Fangman followed Yan Zheng, holding a bouquet of flowers with a solemn face, just looking at his expression, he was more like a genuine son than Yan Zheng with a faint smile, and after driving for three hours, Yan Zheng only stayed in front of the grave In 30 seconds, Hua turned around almost as soon as she put it down.

"You can put it here." Yan Zheng turned sideways and motioned for Shi Fangman to come forward. The man placed the two bunches of flowers side by side and arranged the position. Looks good, she should be happy this year."

"Let's go."

From the beginning to the end, Shi Fangman felt that his throat was tight and he couldn't speak. The two of them went out all the way. When they watched Yan Zheng call the driver in the parking lot, Shi Fangman held back a sentence: "You come to see her, she must happy."

"Children's birthday, mother's Good Friday."

Like an old pedant, Shi Fangman said the old-fashioned words: "You are so filial, she must be happy."

His tone was strict, and the voice squeezed out of his throat became dry, and when the cold wind blew, it flew away lightly.

Yan Zheng's probing eyes fell on him, circling back and forth, and asked tentatively: "What about Auntie? When are you going to see her?"

"I will go when I have time."

Yan Zheng said "Oh", lowered his head and kicked the stones beside his feet, and asked again: "What about uncle?"

He was silent for a while, and when Yan Zheng raised his head, he saw that the eyes behind the glasses were closed, and the lips that were blown bloodless by the wind trembled slightly: "Dead."

"They both died and were buried together. If I have time, I will go and have a look."

Shi Fangman's voice was softer than usual, and his gradually pale face combined into obvious weakness. Yan Zheng opened the car door for him, helped him into the car, and apologized in a panic: "I'm sorry, I don't You should ask."

"...it's okay..."

He was blown by the heater in the car, and a large white mist formed in front of his eyes. He didn't take off his glasses to dry them, but lay back on the back of the chair without moving.

Again, because the water curtain blocked his sight, Yan Zheng couldn't see clearly whether Shi Fangman's eyes were closed or the corners of his eyes were red, but when he recalled Shi Fangman's words, he slowly figured out another different taste.

It's a little sinfully sweet, but Yan Zheng likes this kind of sweetness.

He figured it out, it turned out that Shi Fangman was the same as himself, they had no parents, no family.

Tasting this resemblance, Yan Zheng licked his lips, unable to restrain his excitement, his eyes turned to the direction of the man frequently.He was obviously in the same car, but for a moment he was particularly concerned about how far the man was sitting from him, and whether he could touch it with his extended arms. He also tried to reach out and touch it quietly along the seat cushion.

Like a flower that grows against the wind, it stretches its branches along the wind of longing.

"what happened?"

Yan Zheng had no choice but to stop his movements, bit his disappointment, and said dully: "I'm still sorry for what happened just now..."

The tone was apologetic and annoyed, just listening to the voice, Yan Zheng thought that he was sincere enough, Shi Fangman believed it as he wished, but stretched out his hand beyond his imagination, gently rubbing the back of his head, and then Once said: "It's okay."

This is not the first time that Yan Zheng has had physical contact with a man, as early as the first time they met, there were more intimate actions.At that time, Yan Zheng's chest was firmly supported by the hot back, and the skin and flesh were pressed against each other through two layers of fabric. The heat and sweat were shared together in the summer night. At that time, not everything was hot. It's hot, but my heart is still calm.Now, the cold wind blowing at the end of January outside, and the dry heater blowing in the car, the hand that touches the scalp is also cold, but the heartbeat is getting faster and faster, and it can't be restrained to heat up.

He was so burned that his mind was dizzy.

He froze for a long while, then remembered to grab the man's hand that was about to withdraw. Shi Fangman was caught off guard, and was suddenly pulled by Yan Zheng with great force. He immediately lost his balance, and his whole body fell down.He leaned on Yan Zheng's knee, his ears hurt from being hit by the knee bone, but his body was suddenly alert, and amidst the buzzing tinnitus, he bounced up like a fish caught in a fishing net, and shouted: "Go away!"

Yan Zheng couldn't leave, but was pushed away by him vigorously. He has always had a good temper. The man who was comforting him just now seemed like Yan Zheng had made a big mistake. I don't like physical contact."

Yan Zheng kept apologizing with blushing cheeks, and in his wet eyes, Shi Fang forgave him with an apology he couldn't explain.

Until the Chinese New Year, the following days were very peaceful, Yan Zheng didn't say go home, and Shi Fangman wouldn't drive him away, the two spent half the winter vacation in the same house.Shi Fangman found the time to take Yan Zheng to go shopping, bought the sneakers he liked and Yan Zheng also liked, and went to the restaurant to eat together, crying while crying, seeing Yan Zheng smilingly raised his eyes in blurred tears Turning up the volume, he told the waiter, "I want another ice water."

Only the movie ticket, because it expired, the movie was also taken off the shelves, so I had no chance to watch it together on the big screen of the IMAX theater.Shi Fangman randomly put the tickets on the computer desk in the bedroom, and later pressed a few lesson plans on it, and when he wanted to throw it away, he couldn't find it.

21:11:43

imprisoned spring

On New Year's Eve, Yan Zheng went home.Before going out, Shi Fangman said happy Chinese New Year to him, then closed the door and made dough in the sudden silence, preparing the only delicacy he knew how to cook.

Making dumplings is probably the most trusted traditional noodle dish for Chinese people who eat dumplings when they are indecisive. He is familiar with this. He rolls the dough into a round shape and stuffs it into fried Eggs and dried shrimps are placed on a sieve to form a regular chessboard.He made a lot of dumplings, and in order to prevent them from sticking to each other, he put them in the sun outside at around zero degrees, and dried them in 10 minutes. He took them back to the house and set aside the amount for the night and tomorrow morning, and then packed the extra dumplings.This has been busy until the evening. From seven o'clock, the mobile phone has received messages of New Year greetings from students and parents in the class one after another. Shi Fangman bit a bag of yogurt and replied while sucking. He walked around the room, turned on the TV, listened to At the Spring Festival Gala, at this time, the water in the pot is also gurgling and hot, just enough to throw the dumplings in.

He is not hungry, but rarely eats a lot