16 years

Shao Qiu dreamed of a past event after a long absence.

In his first year of high school, the school didn't know what medicine he took wrongly, and organized a voting-style spring outing, pulling this group of high school students out of the city on a class basis, in the name of reducing the burden.

The monitor of Shao Qiu's class is a metaphysics fanatic who wished to pray to God and worship Buddha before every exam, and urged most of the students in his class to mark Lama Temple on the registration form.

Shao Qiu didn't know what fun it was to pray to gods and worship Buddha in the summer, and while listening to travel precautions, he deserted, fiddled with his mobile phone to send text messages to Fang Sining, and desperately wanted to call him out to play together.

Fang Sining was already in the third year of high school at that time, more than half a month away from the college entrance examination, and had already gone home from school with his schoolbag to review. When Shao Qiu sent him a message, he was worried about a physics problem.

"Come on." Shao Qiu's text message could not wait to say three exclamation points: "Just relax! Come on, come on, we'll be there in 10 minutes—!"

Before Fang Sining could reply, the phone vibrated again, and a location sharing message popped up.

When they were in school, this group of half-grown children looked like donkeys with a bridle in their quilts. They finally came out to play, and almost got out of the car and dispersed happily. Shao Qiu bought a popsicle and sat behind the door. I played with my mobile phone on the edge of the second flower bed.

Fang Sining didn't reply to his message, but Shao Qiu knew that he would definitely come.

He sat in the shade with a cold old-fashioned popsicle in his mouth, squinted his eyes and played with his mobile phone, looking around from time to time to see where the nearby places were more lively, and took two photos.

As summer approached, the temperature rose rapidly, and the old-fashioned popsicles quickly melted into a little sugar water, which flowed down the stick to Shao Qiu's hands.The boy clicked his tongue impatiently, wondering what to do when he heard a sound of hurried footsteps behind him.

Lama Temple is a popular scenic spot, there is an endless stream of pilgrims coming and going, men, women and children of all ages, but Shao Qiu recognized Fang Sining's footsteps without turning his head.

They are so familiar with each other that they can even detect each other's existence from the "atmosphere" in the air without listening or looking.

Shao Qiu rolled the sugar water with his tongue carelessly, and only waited for Fang Sining to get close before raising his head, complaining: "Hands are dirty, do you have a tissue?"

Fang Sining sighed helplessly, half knelt down, took out a bag of unsealed tissues from his pocket, and carefully wiped off the sugar water on his hands.

"I haven't finished the paper yet." Fang Sining whispered.

"There are endless papers." Shao Qiu said boldly: "Relaxation is the most important thing. The exam is all about mentality—and metaphysics. Walk around, and I will ask you for one, maybe there will be a better one." Sign it to ensure your academic success."

As he spoke, he threw the remaining popsicles into the trash can. The "sugar bomb" left a narrow watermark on the ground, drew an arc in mid-air, and landed rightfully in the trash can.

Shao Qiu grabbed Fang Sining and dragged him in. He was not familiar with this place, and he couldn't hold back his self-confidence. He followed a group of people with his chest up and walked into a side hall without even begging for anything. Notice.

It wasn't until he lined up to take a red ribbon from the desk table that he realized it later - the people who came to this room seemed to be young couples, a man and a woman, who came to seek marriage.

Fang Sining looked at the red cloth strip in his hand speechlessly, and then at the young lovers coming and going around him, as if the whole world was whispering to them.

"It's okay!" However, sixteen or seventeen-year-old boys want to save face the most. Shao Qiu refused to let Fang Sining look down on him. It's over."

As he spoke, he took a pen from the desk, and very carelessly wrote the eight characters "Title on the Gold List, Successful Career" on the marriage belt, and added Fang Sining's name at the end.

The young man's thoughts are like rain and fog, hazy and changeable, even Shao Qiu himself can't figure it out, is it a coincidence that he took Fang Sining and a bunch of young lovers to seek marriage, or is there something in the dark? hold him.

The weather was fine that day, but Fang Sining's skin was a bit cold, Shao Qiu held his hand like a thin piece of ice.

Under the scorching sun, Shao Qiu wanted to tell Fang Sining to hurry up, but when he turned around, he found that there was no one behind him, only a narrow corridor.

The sun in midsummer is more poisonous and hotter, and there are fine dust particles in the air. The old-fashioned cultural palace is full of decaying wood smells, which are baked by the sun to produce a fragrance similar to tobacco.

Holding a thin envelope in his hand, Shao Qiu lay down beside the window of the guard room, eagerly waiting for Fang Sining to come to see him.

His mind was jumping with joy, and the days seemed like years. He didn't know how many springs and autumns he had cycled in his heart before he looked forward to the person he wanted to see.

Fang Sining was wearing a plain T-shirt, and ran towards him from outside the gate with an uncontrollable joy on his face.

"You're here." Shao Qiu clutched the envelope, his heart was pounding, and he insisted on pretending to be calm, cleared his throat nervously, and said, "I'm going to tell you something. -"

"Xiaoqiu, I have some good news for you!" Almost at the same time he spoke, Fang Sining grabbed Shao Qiu's shoulders and said pleasantly, "I can be Shao Xuefan's student—"

His voice seemed far away, but the faces of the boy and the young man overlapped and intersected for a moment, and then split into two different individuals in an instant. A strong anger surged in Shao Qiu's heart, but before the emotion exploded, In an instant, it fermented into a deep pain.

He woke up suddenly from the nightmare, his chest was heaving and unsteady, he was suffocated by the heavy quilt, and his whole body was drenched in sweat.

The sequelae of LSD, Shao Qiu thought, haunted by nightmares, cognitive confusion, anxiety and panic... nothing is surprising.

His eyeballs moved slowly, and only later did he realize why he had such a dream—today was a rare sunny day, and the sun shone hotly through his half-opened curtains. All the quilts were baked into a hot oven.

Shao Qiu was silent for a while, then stood up barefoot, went to the bedroom, and opened the drawer of his bedside table.

He didn't have many things, and there were personal items such as watches and mobile phones in it. Shao Qiu stretched out his hand and pulled those things aside, then lifted the cardboard under the drawer, and took out an unopened letter from under the simple cushion.

Due to the passage of time, the kraft paper envelope has turned white and faded, only the glue on the top is still tight.

The undelivered letter in the dream overlapped with the scene in front of Shao Qiu, his Adam's apple rolled up and down for a moment, and he took out a lighter from the drawer.

Shao Qiu pressed the wheel and moved the corner of the envelope closer to the flame, but he didn't know what to think, his hand hovered in the air, and he didn't send it forward for a while.

He "confronted" the lighter with a blank face for a while, and he fought with heaven and man in his mind for a long time. In the end, he probably couldn't convince himself, so he lightly shook off the flame, and stuffed the letter back intact. .

Shao Qiu stood by the bed with his head down for a while, his slightly long bangs drooping down, covering a little bit of his eyebrows and eyes.

After a while, he picked up his coat from the side and put it on, turned around and walked out of the dormitory door.

He still remembered the "Adam Incident" that Fu Yan had mentioned before - Fu Yan was suffering from no evidence and insufficient authority to carry out such a long-distance mission.

But now that he is back, the information he brings back is more accurate and urgent. If it were him who spoke, the nature would be completely different.

Shao Qiu also had a fire in his heart, and the pain of losing his best friend turned into a kind of intense hatred. He wished that Joe Eden would fall from the sky immediately and be brought to justice by himself.

But Shao Qiu didn't expect that when he pushed open Zhao Jincheng's door, Shao Xuefan was also inside.

The elderly man has apparently regained great power. He is wearing a lab uniform, sitting on both sides of the desk with Zhao Jincheng, and is putting forward his requirements one by one according to the folder.

The appearance of Shao Qiu interrupted the communication between the two of them, Shao Xuefan turned his head to look at him, and the circles of his eyes immediately turned red.

"Xiaoqiu." Shao Xuefan said, "You are much thinner."

Shao Qiu frowned slightly——Shao ​​Xuefan meant it sincerely, but Shao Qiu didn't even bother to look at him more, so he walked to Zhao Jincheng's side and handed him a report on the situation without saying anything.

Shao Xuefan didn't care about his indifference, he looked Shao Qiu up and down, stood up while supporting the table, and even wanted to touch his face with his hands.

Shao Qiu took a step to the side and said coldly, "Don't touch me!"

"I'm worried about you!" Shao Xuefan said eagerly, "These days, I can't eat or sleep well, and I dream about whether you're okay!"

"Really?" Shao Qiu raised his eyebrows and smiled sarcastically: "It's very unnecessary."

He was very unwilling to live under the same roof with Shao Xuefan, so he turned away from looking at him, and urged Zhao Jincheng, "No. [-], I apply to go on this mission with the captain."

"What mission do you want?" Before Zhao Jincheng could speak, Shao Xuefan became impatient: "I've already greeted them, you don't have to go out in the future, come and give me—"

"Shao Xuefan! Don't force me to explain everything clearly, what is B-92, what is zombie virus... You are not guilty!" Shao Qiu said coldly, unbearable: "You don't care about me, and don't worry about it!" What kind of savior's airs are you putting on, what crimes you have committed, you know it in your heart!"

"Do you have to talk to Dad like this!" Shao Xuefan was so angry that his chest heaved, he pointed at Shao Qiu tremblingly, and scolded without hesitation: "It's been almost a year! If I didn't put pressure on you every day, you think these people Will I do my best to save you! Only I am your relative in this world, and we are father and son connected by blood!"

Shao Qiu smiled coldly.

"Who did you say saved me?" Shao Qiu said, "Since I came back to now, have you asked Ah Ning once?"

"He was killed in the bombing to save me, but I didn't even give him the bones." Shao Qiu stared into Shao Xuefan's eyes with almost resentment, aggressively: "He is your closest student, but you asked him once?"

"I only care about you, I don't want others." Shao Xuefan said.

"I understand." Shao Qiu suddenly took a step back, the anger in his eyes faded, and he stared at Shao Xuefan with a very strange look, as if he really knew him for the first day: "He is a fool, even if it is to save I only agreed to the request of those people, and I still feel sorry for you, afraid that you will be disappointed with him, because he did not stick to the bottom line of research."

Shao Qiu paused, and said in a low voice, "You won't be disappointed... It turns out that he was also deceived by you."

Shao Xuefan's heart trembled when he saw him, and for the first time in his life, he didn't dare to look directly into Shao Qiu's eyes.

"I'm an idiot too." Shao Qiu backed up step by step, until he reached the door, shook his head while holding the doorknob, and laughed self-deprecatingly: "You are not alone at all...I didn't realize it until today."

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Today's little tip: Don't use marriage lottery to ask for the gold list title [bushi] [and congratulations to Xiaofang for completing this season 23333] [PS: It's best not to ask for marriage when you go to Lama Temple (I heard that those who have been there have broken up (bushi) )]