Flammable and explosive

Tang Yinqiu lived in Temple Street since he was a child, and the road in Temple Street was narrow and damp.Every day after school, he has to squeeze through a lot of rusty scaffolding, drilling through holes to get home.His schoolbag was also tattered, and the corners were frayed and not repaired.After school that day, he wrapped his arms around his heavy schoolbag and began to drill into the scaffolding again. He was thin, so it was effortless to move.It's just that the schoolbag is too heavy, and after holding it for a long time, my hands start to get sore.Tang Yinqiu pursed his lips, wrapped the strap of his schoolbag around his wrist, and when he was about to rush forward, a hand picked up the schoolbag for him.

Tang Yinqiu raised his head in surprise and saw that it was Lu Ziwen, the son of the gambling debt king who lived next door to his house.

"Mosquito?" Tang Yinqiu's voice sounded very clear. When he laughed, there would be a pair of dimples on his face.Lu Ziwen's face turned red, he hummed hard, and then carried Tang Yinqiu's schoolbag on his shoulder without saying a word.

"Huh?" Lu Ziwen is more flexible than Tang Yinqiu, he knows the way, like a snake, shuttles under various intricate scaffolding.Tang Yinqiu, who had no burden, trotted behind him.

"?" Suddenly, Lu Ziwen stopped in his tracks, and he turned around to face Tang Yinqiu, who handed him his hand reluctantly.Lu Ziwen held his hand tightly and led him carefully across the underground cement pool, and the muddy water splashed onto Tang Yinqiu's sneakers inadvertently.He also ignored it completely, staring at Lu Ziwen's side face, thinking to himself, treat him to a pineapple cake today.

The two finally stepped over the cement booth and stepped on the old stairs.The two walked in tandem, reaching the fourth floor, and went to find the keys in their schoolbags at both ends.

Lu Ziwen rummaged for a long time but couldn't find the key. He rummaged through all the things in the schoolbag.Some rusty pencil cases and Chinese books with corners turned up were spread out like stalls.Tang Yinqiu had already opened the door of his house at this time, and he stood at the door to change his shoes.At the end, he caught a glimpse of Lu Ziwen's movements and called him softly.

"Hey, come to my house." Lu Ziwen hesitated for a moment, and looked at Tang Yinqiu with some hesitation.Tang Yinqiu immediately stretched out his hand to him and said softly, "It's okay."

Lu Ziwen didn't say a word, but silently stuffed the things back into the schoolbag.He stood up and straddled in.

Tang Yinqiu's house was about the same size as his own, and as soon as he entered the door, there was a half dark kitchen.The tiles on the walls are full of oil stains that have accumulated for a long time.The floor tiles also feel sticky when walking on them.

"You don't need to change your shoes, come in." Tang Yinqiu greeted Lu Ziwen to enter the room, and Lu Ziwen walked in with a hum.Tang Yinqiu touched the switch on the wall and turned on the light.He pulled out two chairs and said to Lu Ziwen, "Sit here and wait for me."

After that, he ran to the kitchen.As soon as Lu Ziwen put his schoolbag on the ground, he sat down on a chair.He put his hands on his knees and sat quietly, but his eyes seemed to glance around unconsciously.Suddenly, his eyes were attracted by a wood carving on the TV.

It was a beautifully crafted little house.There is no extra sawdust, and the texture is finely portrayed.Lu Ziwen stared at it intently, and he even wanted to pick it up and take a closer look.

"Here you are!" Tang Yinqiu walked towards Lu Ziwen cautiously with a piece of pineapple cake.Lu Ziwen was startled, and he looked at Tang Yinqiu with some doubts.Tang Yinqiu sat down opposite him, tilted his head and smiled at him and said, "My father brought it back yesterday, and I'll give it to you to eat."

"Aren't you going to eat it?" Lu Ziwen stared at the pineapple cake and asked uneasily.

Tang Yinqiu shook his head, he pushed the plate forward and said, "Happy birthday!"

Lu Ziwen's eyes suddenly widened, he swallowed with some difficulty, and was suddenly at a loss as he twisted the hem of his school uniform.

No one has given him a birthday since he was ten years old.This is the only one who remembers his birthday.

"I don't have a cake, so you can treat it as a cake." Tang Yinqiu said to Lu Ziwen apologetically, but Lu Ziwen held back his nose sore in a daze.He picked up a spoon and carefully dug a piece into his mouth.

"Is it delicious?" Tang Yinqiu asked expectantly.

"Well! You can eat too!" Lu Ziwen nodded vigorously, and he dug out a mouthful of pineapple cake with a spoon and handed it to Tang Yinqiu.Tang Yinqiu shook his head again and again to dodge, but in the end he couldn't dodge enough and was gagged.

"Delicious!" Tang Yinqiu said to Lu Ziwen excitedly while chewing pineapple cakes.Lu Ziwen looked at his face, and a corner of his heart became softer.

At that time, it was their purest and happiest time.It's a piece of pineapple cake that can be shared and eaten.

Tang Yinqiu is two years older than Lu Ziwen, and his academic performance is very good.So every time the final exam is due, Tang Yinqiu always drags Lu Ziwen to his home to make up for it.

"Forget it, I don't want to miss it anymore!" Lu Ziwen threw the pen on the table as if giving up on himself. He folded his hands on the table, buried his face in his arms, and his face was exhausted.

"No!" Tang Yinqiu frowned, and he pushed Lu Ziwen with his elbow, but Lu Ziwen didn't respond.Tang Yinqiu sighed silently, he tore off a piece of paper and wrote a few strokes on it, then pushed the paper to the middle of the table and said: "Do all these questions, if they are all correct It's..."

Lu Ziwen's eyes suddenly lit up, and he stretched out a hand to press the paper and asked excitedly, "How is it?"

Tang Yinqiu took a deep look at Lu Ziwen, then turned around and picked up the delicate wooden room on the TV cabinet, raised his hand and said, "I'll give you this."

Lu Ziwen sat up straight all of a sudden, he looked at Tang Yinqiu in disbelief and then looked down at the wooden house, his heart suddenly jumped wildly.

"how do you know...."

"I just know." Tang Yinqiu smiled with narrowed eyes, he raised his hand to touch the roof of the wooden house, his eyes were soft, and his fingertips scraped over every nick.He rolled his eyes and said seriously: "You like it, and I am very happy too."

Looking back many years later, Lu Ziwen couldn't remember when he fell in love with Tang Yinqiu.Is it the first birthday; or the first time someone made him a gift with his own hands.Lu Ziwen couldn't remember clearly.But he still remembered the feeling that day, like a warm current flowing from every corner of his body, disintegrating his cold and closed heart.

He originally thought that they would be together and live their lives in a very ordinary way.But who would have expected that sometimes fate is like a knife that kills people. He doesn't ask the name, and there is no reason. The tip of the knife is like a lottery wheel.You don't even get a chance to do it all over again.