Xia Lang

See trace.

Hey, where's the little brother?

The little girl's eyes were wide open, and she looked around earnestly, trying to give the brother the money she had found.

Because my mother said, this is not only change, but also a blessing.

Twenty nine, love for a long time.

Li Zhaozhuo, who was being looked for, was wandering aimlessly on the street with the sunflower he had just bought. People came and went, and the leaves on the roadside rustled.

Obviously, September is still a season when the sun is so hot that people have no place to hide. From this month to October, the temperature drops sharply. It seems that the heat of the whole year has been completely exhausted some time ago, leaving only the cold. Li Zhaozhuo is wearing it now The suit can feel the coolness.

Along the way, too many people looked at him frequently, causing Li Zhaozhuo to regret buying this sunflower, and Zhanshou is still eye-catching.

It never occurred to him that there might be reasons of his own.

He was already good-looking, and with the addition of suits and leather shoes, it highlighted his perfect body proportions. The tall and long-legged ones naturally attracted the attention of the crowd, and flowers only accounted for a small part of the reason.

Li Zhaozhuo walked to the river under the bridge in order to avoid being clean.

Under the setting sun, the wrinkled river looked like a piece of radiant silk. Li Zhaozhuo looked up at the slanting sun.

What time is it, can we see the sunset?

When Li Zhaozhuo looked down at his watch, soft music and the sound of a wheelchair rubbing against the concrete floor could be heard not far away.

On one side, I saw two old people dancing under the bridge.

There are two worlds separated by a bridge, one is the noisy city and crowded traffic, and the other is tranquil love and tenderness.

The suspended bridge and the paved ground are like picture frames, which naturally frame a picture of light and shadow.

The background is pink with pink, and when it mixes with the overcast sky, it becomes a purple pink of different shades, romantic and dreamy. The sunset shines on the two old people who dance together with the soft music under the bridge, bringing the two together. The shadow of being together is long, warm and meaningful.

Although looking closely at the elderly couple, it seems a bit special, one of them is in a wheelchair, and both of them are men, but their unparalleled tacit understanding can be seen from their smooth movements.

It seems that words are too cumbersome between them, as long as they look at each other and smile, they can immediately understand each other's meaning.

Everything is dynamic, the magnificent and romantic clouds floating in the sky, the flying birds, the passing traffic on the bridge, the two white-haired old men dancing, the light shadows under their feet, the sparkling river ...

But there is something that freezes forever at this moment.

For some reason, seeing the tacit cooperation of the two old men in front of him, Li Zhaozhuo suddenly thought of someone.

Song Linju.

He wanted to see him inexplicably.

I want to think very much, think like crazy.

Just like a traveler who is extremely thirsty in the vast and endless desert under the scorching sun, his mouth is parched, and every cell in his body is screaming desperately, and Song Linju is the clear spring of his eyes that are extremely longing for his thoughts.

Before he could understand his inexplicable and menacing desire, Li Zhaozhuo glanced at his watch and suddenly ran like crazy.

The body always stays true to instinct one step ahead.

get out of class is almost over, and if he doesn't go, he won't be able to see Song Linju...

Obviously even if he can't see him today, there is still tomorrow, but Li Zhaozhuo never thought about this backup option.

He thought as if in a daze, he wanted to see Song Linju, he must see Song Linju today.

Desire is like a storm, hitting the head and face, without giving anyone a chance to react.

Li Zhaozhuo ran with big strides, leaving behind the noise and the eyes of passers-by, only the whistling wind and his own violent heartbeat were in his ears.

If I can go to see you, I must run.

After getting into the hurriedly stopped taxi, Li Zhaozhuo calmed down his chaotic and heavy breathing, and only then did he have time to think about why he suddenly went crazy and wanted to see Song Linju.

Because of the old dancing couple?

Yes, but not quite.

The old couple of the same sex was just an introduction, which made him suddenly realize that he might... fell in love with Song Linju.

In fact, Li Zhaozhuo thought carefully that all this was not without trace, but his prejudice against homosexuality made him subconsciously deny all his unusualness to Song Linju.

For example, he who is indifferent to strangers is inexplicably interested in Song Linju when they first meet.

He was still struggling with traditional Chinese medicine, and he was extremely guarded. After being plotted against, his mind was blurred and people could not see clearly. He actually dropped his guard as soon as he heard Song Linju's self-reported name, and passed out completely. past.

For Song Linju who rejected him at that time, he warned him to play with him since he was a child.

Buying glasses for Song Linju and giving him ice cream, clearly remembering his preferences.

Her eyes always fell on him involuntarily, kissing him while drinking, dreaming about him...

Too many, so many that Li Zhaozhuo suddenly realized that he and Song Linju had spent this long and hot summer together.

The scenery passing by outside the window was so dazzling that it was disturbing, Li Zhaozhuo, who was leaning on the back of the chair, simply blocked his eyes with his backhand.

After thinking it through, too many details that he thought he had forgotten came to mind clearly.

He wanted to find Song Linju and answer the question he asked him in the toilet a few days ago, he wanted to...

The car came to a slow stop, and the driver saw in the rearview mirror that the customer had been covering his eyes, thinking he was asleep, and reminded him aloud, "Chongming No. [-] Middle School, right? We're here."

"it is good."

Just as Li Zhaozhuo got out of the car and wanted to enter the school, he was stopped by the security guard at the door.

"That guy in a suit stops, what's he doing?"

Li Zhaozhuo didn't stop, but slowed down. He looked at Mr. Security, "I'm a student here."

Hey, boy, are you still leaving?

The uncle stood in front of him with his hands behind his back, squinting his eyes and looking up and down at Fan Li Zhaozhuo.

Oh, student?In a suit and leather shoes, with a flower in his hand, is there a student with this style in No. [-] Middle School?

His nonsense teacher is believable.

Although it doesn't look like it, the uncle still gave him a choice expressively, "Is there anything to prove your identity? If not, you can call your head teacher."

This stumped Li Zhaozhuo, he didn't bring anything, he called Lao Wang or something, he was still thinking about his past at home.

Li Zhaozhuo looked at the entrance behind the security guard. The iron gate only opened a narrow passage for personal passage, but the uncle blocked the passage tightly. If he wanted to get in, he had to find another way.

Seeing that the young man was left speechless by his own question, he hesitated for a while and then left, the security guard showed such an expression as expected.

Heh, brat, playing tricks in front of me, do you really think your uncle is as old as you?

However, the uncle never thought that the brat who left peacefully was planning to climb over the wall and enter.

The door is not allowed to go, can't you climb over the wall?

For Li Zhaozhuo, climbing over the school wall is commonplace. In the first year of high school, he climbed over the wall a lot, but in the second year of high school, he didn't skip classes very much, and he didn't know if he was unfamiliar.

Li Zhaozhuo found the place where he often climbed over the wall before, raised his hand and gently placed the flower on the top of the wall, then stepped back a few steps, and jumped up with a run-up. Although the slim suit restricted his movements to a certain extent, he was still very fast with both hands and feet Just climbed up the wall.

Li Zhaozhuo had just climbed onto the wall. He wanted to see if there were any teachers around, so he met someone.

Standing under a tree not far away was a boy in a school uniform with a cigarette in his hand.

Looking at the familiar thin figure, Li Zhaozhuo squinted his eyes to identify it. That is... Song Linju?

After being with him for so long, this was the first time he saw Song Linju smoking, and he had never smelled smoke on him before, but judging by his skillful posture, it seemed that he had been smoking a lot.

Song Linju saw clearly that it was him, turned his head as if he didn't recognize him, his eyes fell on the empty basketball court, and continued to puff.

The boy smoking under the tree has a completely different sharp sense of contradiction from usual, mixed with unruly and rebellious.

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The author has something to say:

Brother Zhuo on the wall: Your cutie suddenly appeared.

Song Linju under the tree: ...Who are you?do not know.

No one else in sight, all around you

Li Zhaozhuo easily jumped off the wall with his hands, patted off the dust on his body, smoothed the wrinkles on his clothes, straightened his back and walked slowly towards Song Linju.

Step by step, the too soft grass under his feet made him feel unreal, just like his heart hanging at the moment.

He didn't wear glasses, and the hand that usually turned over the book and held the pen picked up the cigarette at this moment, and the slender fingers casually held the cigarette to his mouth, and the cigarette butt flickered and burned in.

Song Linju squinted his eyes slightly and exhaled the still warm smoke. The white smoke escaped, outlining his cool and elegant features. alienated.

Before Li Zhaozhuo met him, he wanted to say a lot to him, but when he suddenly saw Song Linju, who was a little strange to him, he didn't know where to start.

Sudden fear in his heart was something that Li Zhaozhuo had never thought about. Ever since he became sensible, he had seldom been afraid of anything, but now he was a little afraid of Song Linju. To be precise, it was his attitude.

He was too... indifferent, with a faintly sharp coldness, as if he wanted to keep everyone out.

The only blame is that my previous attitude was too hurtful, and almost all the roads were blocked.

Li Zhaozhuo didn't make a sound, and Song Linju didn't intend to speak either.

He is skilled in smoking gestures, but he only takes two puffs occasionally, and most of the time he just looks away in silence, his eyes are far away, and he doesn't know what he is looking at.

Li Zhaozhuo also followed his gaze, it was the basketball court, where he often played with Haozi and the others.

However, it is estimated that because it is still class time, there is no one in the venue,