Attempted first love

Xia Yan sat on the sofa, raised his arms, and looked at the meandering blood stain in front of the light.

Like an overly thick vine, clinging tightly to the forearm.

The touch remains.

Lu Zhouyu's fingertips were dry and rough. When they passed across the skin, the vine seemed to be about to bloom, and there was a slight scratch.

He turned his wrist back and forth until his arm went numb, before he dropped back onto the sofa.

It was still raining outside the window, and it was past midnight. Although Xia Yan repeatedly said that the wound was no longer painful and was scabbing over, Lu Zhouyu still insisted on going out to buy medicine. He left in a hurry, as if he really didn't want to be in the same room with him.

Twenty or ten minutes had passed, Xia Yan's upright posture gradually collapsed, and he nestled back on the sofa, took out his phone and turned it on.

Repeatedly clicking into the address book and exiting until the phone indicated low battery, he locked the screen and gave up the idea of ​​calling Lu Zhouyu.

there are many reasons.

Worried that he is scanning the QR code to pay, worried that he will be in a hurry when he takes out his mobile phone while holding the umbrella, and worried that it is dangerous to listen to the phone while walking on a rainy night.

Worried that he will answer, and even more worried that he will not answer.

It seems that since Xia Yan proposed to "try", the originally ambiguous line between the two has become completely distinct.

Lu Zhouyu's expression at that time is still vivid in my memory.

Xia Yan played it back repeatedly in his mind, paused it, magnified it several times, and interpreted his expression.

There was no surprise, no daze, not even disgust, just a slight frown, which seemed to be nothing worth worrying about.

If there is still luck, the subsequent evasive gestures have repeatedly said——

no.don't try.Can't.

Xia Yan slumped his shoulders, put his fingers in his pocket, and played with the lighter over and over again.

The plastic casing was hot and sticky, so he took it out to look at it. It was the most common and cheap style, and it could be seen everywhere on the street.

The emerald green liquid butane had already bottomed out, yet he was still clutching it tightly, trying to use it as a bargaining chip.

He smiled silently, and gently placed the lighter on the corner of the coffee table.

At the bottom right of the wooden coffee table, there is a pattern of a small fish, probably carved by Lu Zhouyu when he was a child.

The strokes are clumsy and tender. It is said to be a fish, but it is actually a fat oval with a triangle at the end, which is very cute.

There are many such lovely traces in this room.

The crayon graffiti on the entrance cabinet, the watercolor paint on the wall, and the bear models made of disposable paper cups have different shapes and have turned yellow, but they are still kept in the display cabinet next to the TV.

Looking over one by one, Xia Yan inexplicably obtained a kind of secret satisfaction and fulfillment from these objects.

He held the lighter in his hand again.

With a flick of sight, through the window, I accidentally saw a half moon above the layers of dark clouds.

In the dense gray and black rain, it is particularly bright.

He thought, if the rain stopped and Lu Zhouyu hadn't come back, then he would go back to the hospital and send him a farewell text message.

Said, thank you for taking me in, I will go back to the hospital first.

Or, let's go, see you next time.

Or, bye.

The simpler the better.

Being idle and bored, Xia Yan wrote these few sentences in the memo, and planned to randomly pick a sentence and send it.

Thinking of this, he fell asleep again in a daze until he heard the friction sound of the key being inserted into the lock.

The lock cylinder was opened with a "click", and he woke up suddenly, silently counting the sound of footsteps getting closer, and closed his eyes again for no reason.

At the seventh beat, the sound stopped, the warm light originally reflected on the eyelids suddenly dimmed, and the air was filled with the smell of rainy night, damp and cold.

Xia Yan secretly slowed down his breathing.

"Xia Yan." Lu Zhouyu stood aside and called him.

The voice came from top to bottom, like a ton of cotton, soft and heavy, making him want to open his eyes reflexively.

His eyelashes trembled, but he tried his best to hold back.

Xia Yan was not sure if he had deceived Lu Zhouyu, because after that sound, the people beside him did not move for a long time, and the shadow on their eyelids did not disappear.

I don't know how long it has passed, but when he felt that he could not bear it any longer, a cool feeling covered his forehead.

This time it was a thin sheet of cotton, leaving nothing but softness and lightness.

His eyelids trembled again, and Xia Yan immediately realized that it was Lu Zhouyu's palm that was stuck to his forehead.

The nerves of the whole body were concentrated in that place instantly, as if he could even feel the pulse beating between his wrists.

The palm only stayed for a few seconds, and then withdrew with the shadow that covered it.

Xia Yan didn't open his eyes until there was a rustling sound, and saw Lu Zhouyu was turning his back to him, taking out the medicine tools from the bag, and putting them all on the coffee table.

"Are you back?" His voice became hoarse due to tension, and he just had a feeling of waking up. He explained: "I accidentally fell asleep."

Lu Zhouyu nodded, took out a thermometer from the paper bag, and handed it over: "Measure it."

It turned out that I was just testing the temperature.

Xia Yan suppressed a little disappointment, reached out to take it, pinched the thermometer with two fingers and circled, and finally said: "I don't have a fever, I'm just a little sleepy."

Lu Zhouyu's gaze swept across his forehead, lightly, "Then wash the wound first, and stretch out your arm."

The clenched hand was pulled out of the pocket, Xia Yan paused before stretching it out - the lighter was still in the palm of his hand.

His arms stopped in mid-air, and he was in a dilemma for a while.

"Are you allergic to anti-inflammatory drugs?"

Lu Zhouyu asked suddenly.

"No allergies." Xia Yan asked without knowing it, "What's wrong?"

Lu Zhouyu put down the cotton swab in his hand, glanced across his fist as if nothing, and landed on the wound again, and said lightly: "I'll go get a glass of water."

The glass was placed on the coffee table, and the mouth of the cup was fogged by the hot air. Xia Yan took the initiative to spread his palm and passed his arm over.

As soon as the hydrogen peroxide touched the wound, there was an immediate reaction, creating a circle of foam.The pain still hurts, but the first burst of pain passed, and then it was not so unbearable.

During the second cleaning, Xia Yan observed the foam with great interest, and asked, "Does it look like beer foam?"

"Want to drink beer?" Lu Zhouyu didn't lift his head, put three cotton swabs together, and carefully wiped off the blood.

Originally, he was just looking for something to talk about, but when he asked him, the root of his tongue felt cold and numb.

"Think." Xia Yan nodded, and suggested in a nonchalant way: "Go for a drink later?"

The dirty cotton swab was thrown into the trash can. Lu Zhouyu took out a white flat box from the bag and threw it into his arms, "Here, it will be better to drink it with medicine."

It's a box of anti-inflammatory drugs.

Xia Yan picked it up and flipped it over, the word "avoid alcohol" in the explanatory text was bolded and magnified.He clutched the box, nestled on the sofa and laughed, he couldn't even explain why, he laughed without scruple, the corners of his eyes were wet, and he stopped after a while.

After the wound is cleaned, it is iodophor disinfection.

The reddish-brown potion smeared, and the contrasting skin was cold and white. Coupled with the uncleaned red blood channel, the lonely arm was very lively for a while.

Xia Yan asked: "How long has it been since you returned to Haicheng?"

The hands kept moving, and Lu Zhouyu replied, "Six or seven years."

Xia Yan was surprised: "Did you never come back after you left?"

"more or less."

Raindrops run through like silk, sighing into the room.

"It feels like every time we meet..." Xia Yan thought about his words.

"It's a coincidence." Lu Zhouyu completed it for him.

"Well, it's quite a coincidence."

After the wound was treated, when Xia Yan wanted to withdraw his arm, he was held down by his wrist again.Lu Zhouyu soaked a cotton ball with alcohol and wiped off the blood stain on his forearm.

The skin on the grasped wrist was faintly hot, Xia Yan moved uneasily, and Lu Zhouyu let go.No one spoke for a while, as if time had frozen, not even a ray of wind could blow in.

Wipe it twice to get it completely clean.Lu Zhouyu tapped Xia Yan's wrist with two fingers, signaling him to move his arm away.

The gauze is square and square, and fits snugly on the skin. After the wound is smeared with medicine powder, it feels itchy, and Xia Yan can't help but scratch it.

He thought for a while, and stretched out his arm in front of Lu Zhouyu again: "Draw me a picture on the gauze, and I won't scratch it."

Lu Zhouyu was obviously taken aback, "What are you painting?"

"It's all fine." Xia Yan said, "You can play freely, great painter."

Lu Zhouyu laughed shortly, but did not refuse, "I don't have a pen, so I just drew with a cotton swab."

"Draw it." Xia Yan said.

After twisting a pointed cotton swab and dipping it in iodophor, Lu Zhouyu began to smudge on the gauze.His fingers just blocked Xia Yan's line of sight, and after three or two clicks, he said, "Okay."

Xia Yan lowered his head, there were only two patterns on the gauze, an oval and a triangle, the edges were blurred into irregular shapes, and he had to squint slightly to see clearly.

is a fish.

Rubbing the gauze with fingertips, Xia Yan pointed to the fish at the lower right corner of the coffee table and said, "Why are you still cheating?"

"I drew this too," Lu Zhouyu retorted with a smile, "It can't be considered cheating."

After a pause, he took Xia Yan's arm again, "Then I'll give you another one."

The place to draw this time is the wrist,

Without the cover of gauze, the cotton swab travels directly on the skin, itching.

Lu Zhouyu lowered his eyes and deftly drew a full circle, and then two thin lines around his wrist.

is a watch.

After drawing the outline, he asked, "What time is it?"

Xia Yan pressed the phone to check the time, "It's almost time."

The phone recognized his face and unlocked automatically. As soon as he turned it on, the few words he wrote in the memo were directly displayed on the screen, and Xia Yan hurriedly quit.

Lu Zhouyu was marking the scale on the dial. He didn't notice this episode, and his expression was quite serious, as if he was dealing with an important exhibition or sketching a majestic painting.

For a moment, Xia Yan's heart was filled with a heavy soreness, as if stuffed into a ball of cotton soaked in rainwater, it couldn't withstand any bumps, and with a slight tremor, cold water would flow out.

So he remained motionless, eagerly hoping that the time could be extended wirelessly, or stop here.

It has been a long, long time since I got along with each other without any grievances in my impression.

Long enough to make him a stranger.

Xia Yan felt that when Lu Zhouyu was getting along with others, there were rulers all around, and only within an appropriate distance could he reap his relaxation. If he crossed half a step, he would respond with a calm and estranged attitude.

During the long silence, Xia Yan thought, if he returned to the standard of a friend, it would not be so hard to accept that this time could last forever.

The terrain on the first floor is low and the water vapor is heavy, but the lights are warm and harmonious, steaming the moisture out of an untimely ambiguity and lingering.

The rain should stop.

The watch on the wrist has begun to take shape, and Lu Zhouyu is making the final decoration—painting petals and lace on the strap in a very wicked way.

Xia Yan curled his fingers, hesitated for a long time before mustering up the courage to say: "Try what I said last time..."

He considered how to speak, retracted the question, took a step back, and retreated beyond the ruler.

But before he could say anything, he saw Lu Zhouyu raised his head, his eyes suddenly turned cold, and the relaxed atmosphere not long ago disappeared.

Although he didn't say anything, he just looked over quietly, but his gaze was like a hundred thousand mountains falling down at the same time.

Xia Yan suddenly became flustered, and was incoherent for a while, "I mean, we can still..."

"Xia Yan." Lu Zhouyu interrupted him, then lowered his head and continued to paint, half of his face was sunk in the shadow, his expression could not be seen clearly, but his voice was clear, "Isn't it good to just be friends like this?"

His ears seemed to be covered with a thin metal plate, which cut off his words, and he couldn't understand the meaning, only felt the repeated tremors.

Xia Yan's head was numb from the shock, and he was at a loss for clues.

It took a long time to realize that what he said was exactly what he wanted to say.

"Okay." He followed suit and even raised the corner of his mouth to smile.

The watch was completed silently, Xia Yan said "thank you", then took out his phone and turned it on, it was already [-]:[-] in the morning, and he said: "Then I'll go back first, bye."

In addition to the three farewells in the memo, there is also a line at the bottom of the memorandum, "The moon is out, it is very beautiful." '

I don't know who to send it to, and it was deleted word by word.