kiss Me

It was already evening when the two of them got off the train, just in time for the evening rush hour in the urban area, and the traffic jam was severe. By the time they made their way back to their long-lost home, it was already dark.

Such a secluded residential area always seems to be able to escape the passage of time. It looks the same as a few years ago, except that the flowers in the garden are all dead, and the lights of several houses around are warm, only the two of them are dimmed.

Lin Wu followed Qin Shu through the messy front yard and two doors, and habitually took a deep breath when stepping into the porch, and was a little surprised when he smelled the pleasant smell of diffused incense in his memory: "Ah, I Thought it would smell like dust."

"My parents come to live occasionally, and my aunt will come to clean it regularly." Qin Shu pointed to the flowers on the porch cabinet - a small bouquet of champagne-colored roses with stretched petals, obviously recently replaced - Wen Sheng explained .

"That's right, it's not like my house... Maybe even the water and electricity are cut off now." Lin Wu glanced at the room next door through the window, and smiled inexplicably. I remember that before I went abroad, I kept a tank of fish at home, if no one took care of it, it might have become fine by now.”

He has no concept of home since he was a child, and he has lived in this house for most of his life since he can remember. Those intermittent and vague memories often carry the shadow of Qin Shu, so that a connection has been formed over time, as if there is Qin Shu. The place is "home" to him, not about the residence or other people.

If there was a connection, it would be the warm yellow lights in this house, the smell of woody diffusers, and the soft big sofa in the living room that could almost sink his little one into it.

"I'm home..." He sat on the sofa, leaned back like he did when he was a child, sank into the fleece fabric like a boneless one, and his eyes fell on a few group photos in front of the TV cabinet. Feeling a little emotional, he muttered something to himself, his eyes sore for no reason.

I can't tell if it's because of going home, or simply returning to the starting point of a warm memory.

A few minutes later, Qin Shu came back with two glasses of water, and saw a kid who was stuck on the sofa open his arms towards him, begging him for a hug without end.

He put down the water, bent down according to the other party's intention, and was filled with children wrapped in white sweaters—with a soft and sweet fragrance, like flowers and ripe fruits, the smell of sunshine at the end of midsummer , It's out of tune with this season, it's more like a dream.

"Brother..." The person in the dream pressed against his ear, whispering nonstop, "I'm so happy now."

Because of the approval of his parents, because he returned to his old residence, because he touched a certain distant and warm past, or simply because the person he misses is by his side—he has been floating for too long, and he has seen many gorgeous and happy emotions like clouds, but it is like For the first time, I really embraced these happiness in my arms, and saw clearly the future after the dust settled.

It was warm, a little hot, and made his eye sockets sore.

He buried his face in the young man's shoulder, thinking aimlessly that when people are extremely satisfied, they really want to cry.

There was no plan for the birthday itself, and the two of them got bored on the sofa for a while, but decided to put other problems aside and settle the unsettled dinner first.

There were only a few cans of beer in the fridge, and there was not even half a shallot to be found.Lin Wu held the can and looked at it for a while, then exclaimed suddenly, startling Qin Shu who was confirming the production date of the condiment: "What's wrong?"

"So it's wine," Lin Wu tapped on the scrawled pattern on the can, and squinted at him like a fox, "When I was young, I asked you if it was, and you lied to me that it was medicine, bitter, kid Can't touch..."

"Really." Qin Shu is very good at dealing with his non-serious accusations. He took the soda can in his hand and put it back in the refrigerator, rubbed his hair, and changed the subject calmly, "The seasonings are still okay. There are also kitchen utensils, let’s go to the supermarket to buy some ingredients—or do you want to go out to eat?”

"No, it's rare to go home." Lin Wu shook his head, followed him out, and his attention was drawn away by the dinner, "Well, I still want to try making cakes by myself..."

In fact, they rarely go to the supermarket together.

When I was young, I was brought here twice by the aunt who took care of them. Later, when I grew up and started going to school, I seldom had this time again. Later, I went abroad to study, went to the furniture market to buy necessary daily necessities, and went to I searched for some messy local specialties in the second-hand market, but I didn't go to the supermarket like this.

This feeling is very special. Two people push the shopping cart one after the other, discussing and putting things in the cart, from green vegetables weighed in bulk to triple spicy potato chips, and the need to make a cake. The cumbersome raw materials used - like various figurative pyrotechnics, filling the shopping cart bit by bit, or something else.

"How do you look like an old couple who have been married for more than ten years..." Lin Wu put a box of eggs in the corner of the cart, tasted the contents of the cart and their conversation just now, and muttered in a strange way.

However, the fact is that they have known each other for more than ten years. If you count from the day when they first fell in love, it barely fits the name if you go back to the present—he looked at Qin Shu, and read a little bit of "really so" from those eyes. Meaning, he raised his eyebrows in a complicated mood, and threw two more tomatoes into the shopping cart.

Then, as if to prove that they have just entered the period of passionate love, and it is far from the time when the seven-year itch loses its freshness, he grabbed Qin Shu's arm and dragged him into the corner of the shelf, leaning on the edge of the car Go over and kiss him.

"Forget about old couples," he blinked and smiled like a little fox wagging his tail. He looked at Qin Shu while helping up the box of milk that had been knocked down by the turmoil just now, and said softly, "Puppy love and cheating I can still accept the script."

Qin Shu was speechless for a while, and couldn't help but laugh after a few seconds, and rubbed his hair helplessly: "Who would choose the place of cheating in the supermarket..."

"That's not necessarily true. It's because it's an affair, and I don't have a chance to experience a normal cohabitation life, so I have to imitate it as much as possible, and come to this kind of place to deceive myself." Lin Wu followed him to the direction of the cashier area as he bought a lot of things. Walking away, while analyzing with him in a serious manner - in the middle of the analysis, as if he suddenly discovered something, he went back and took two packs of hot pot bottoms, and explained to his questioning eyes, "It's nothing, I just suddenly felt that this car is suitable for you." Let’s have hot pot, then we’ll have hot pot tonight.”

In a sense, Lin Wu is indeed a genius.

Aside from those interests that change every three days, at least he made a cake for the first time—following the tutorial step by step at first, and then gradually began to feel free to play—and he didn’t fail at all.

It is to make a layer of cake base less, so that the whole cake looks a bit flat, more like a fruit pie filled with frosted strawberries.

"22 years old," he lit the last candle, raised a can of beer over the flickering candlelight to toast the birthday star, "Happy birthday to Brother Xiaosu—"

How can someone float up after just two sips of wine——Qin Shu clinked glasses with him helplessly, thinking that this person usually drinks very well, unless the cans hidden in the refrigerator are pure alcohol, otherwise it will never be his turn drunk.

"Okay, okay, stop drinking." He was somewhat shadowy about the matter of "Lin Wu was drunk", so he had to put down the can to coax the over-excited children, secretly wondering who this birthday was for, "Blow out the candles OK?"

Lin Wu was obviously still sober, and was just keen to play himself in a certain period in the past. Hearing this, he obediently nodded and returned to reality, propped his chin and sipped his wine while looking at him expectantly: "Okay, let's make a wish first."

Making wishes, blowing out candles, cutting cakes—I don’t know which birthday they spent together, like some kind of annual ceremony, filled with warm yellow lights and star candles, floating past lightly, as if participating in Each other's half life.

A meal was eaten from Friday to Saturday, except for the moment when the candle was blown out at zero o’clock, the time was still clear, and the rest of the time seemed to be melted and deformed by a hot pot, passing by vaguely and silently, and regained consciousness It's getting closer.

Lin Wu is always in high spirits at such times, knowing that there is no plan for the next day and he doesn't have to get up early, so he stays up late at night more wantonly—not all staying up late, he knows it well, and there is a The reason why I feel apprehensive, anticipating and can't help procrastinating.

For example, birthday gifts are given.

After eating, Qin Shu simply cleaned up the mess on the table. He took advantage of the time when the other party brought the dishes back to the kitchen to pick and choose in the living room. Put it into the DVD player, and pray that this old machine can still work-if I remember correctly, he took Qin Shu to buy these CDs when he was seven or eight years old.

A few seconds later, the TV screen flashed, and a thick set of white bones appeared in the center of the screen. The exclamation in the video mixed with Qin Shu's voice, which made him a little confused.

"What is this?" Qin Shu put a cup of hot milk on the coffee table, looked at the female ghost with hair in the picture for a while, and asked him without changing his expression, "Do you want to turn off the lights?"

Neither of them is the type who is afraid of ghosts. Qin Shu is not interested in the film itself, staring at him after drinking the hot milk to sober up, but Lin Wu is watching it very seriously-he is a bit childish in this regard, I will be very focused on everything I watch, and I will watch every nonsensical plot from the beginning to the end with an attitude of respect for the author. Occasionally, I will comment on the brilliant shooting skills, saying that this technique was very advanced in that era.

Looking at him, he realized that something was wrong, and slowly remembered why he didn't drag Qin Shu to watch this movie together - it was too late to think about it, the next second the screen turned, and the eerie scene suddenly appeared There is a bit of a weird and charming feeling, and the taste is so curious that it is not suitable for children.

He endured it for a while, thinking that the movies he bought when he was seven or eight years old should not be too outrageous, maybe it will be ready in a few minutes.

However, the trend of the movie became more and more strange, and gradually deviated from the original intention of the horror movie, and flew away in another direction that is not suitable for children to watch. When the scene turned into the bedroom, he finally couldn't help it, reached out and turned off the TV screen. Thinking of something, my ears turned red.

"...I'm a little sleepy," he cleared his throat without embarrassment, stood up, and didn't want to admit that he bought such a half-way horror movie when he was a child, "I'm going to take a shower."

In the next second, someone grabbed his wrist, Qin Shu remained indifferent as if he had never seen those pictures, until his eyes swept over his red ears, he turned away gently as if he had been scalded, showing a little jerky wavering .

Lin Wu was taken aback by him, and a little embarrassed: "What's wrong?"

So Qin Shu raised his eyes to look at him again, his eyes were clear, with the warm light that is unique to drinking, reminiscent of some kind of fine-quality jade.

"Where is my birthday present?"