special stargazing

The city's subway line [-] runs from east to west, and they got off at the stop in the city center.

After Lu Jianxing came to the new city, he was bored around the school every day, and hardly had a chance to take a good look at it.

He was taken all the way off the subway by Sheng Yexing and then up to the ground. As night fell, the pedestrians on the street were busy in their own way.

There were so many people at the subway station...they were all going in the same direction.

Sheng Yexing knew that Lu Jianxing didn't want to stay in crowded places, so he walked to secluded alleys along the way.

The street lights in the alleys are dim, but Lu Jianxing enjoys being surrounded by darkness.

Obviously, when I was a child, I didn't go to the ground at night, and I was especially afraid of the dark.Dad used to coax himself, but as he grew older, he gradually became impatient.

The road is long and narrow, and the walls on both sides are exposed bricks and tiles of old-fashioned residential buildings. At the end, there are dim lights, and a sparkling river can be vaguely seen.

Ginkgo biloba is the city's city tree. In winter, the golden yellow everywhere is scattered on the streets like fragments of sunlight, spreading bright warmth everywhere.

Lu Jianxing didn't look at the sky or people, he just stared at the ginkgo leaves on the ground, persistently not stepping on any of them.

Like a wallaby walking at night—

There are many interesting things in the bag in front of him.

Sheng Yexing noticed his dodge, and wanted to grab the man's back collar, but was afraid that his autistic hair would be reversed, so he bumped him with an elbow: "It's hard to walk, but you still hide from the leaves? Walk well , the leaf has no life, and it cannot die if you step on it."

In some respects, Lu Jianxing is always surprisingly stubborn. He believes that if you don't step on it, you don't step on it, and it has nothing to do with life.

Seeing him jumping and jumping, Sheng Yexing grabbed the big broom that was leaning against the trash can on the side of the road, picked it up and swept the six or seven meter long empty road in front of him.

Running back to Jianxing's side, Sheng Yexing put the broom away and said, "Trouble."

With bright eyes, Lu Jianxing squatted down and picked up two ginkgo leaves, spread them flat on the palm of his left hand, and then arranged the ginkgo leaves into wings with his right hand.

He raised his chin to Sheng Yexing: "Finger."

He held Sheng Yexing's bare wrist with his right hand.

Sheng Yexing stretched out his index finger, was grabbed by Lu Jianxing, and put it between two ginkgo leaves.

The air was silent for two seconds, Lu Jianxing folded his palms together, held Sheng Yexing's fingers and ginkgo leaves in his hands, and suddenly said, "Catch the butterfly."

The street lights were dim, and compared with the hustle and bustle of the bar street on the other side, the night on the river side was reflected in the silence of a busy city.

Sheng Yexing smiled, "Isn't this a moth?"

"..." Lu Jianxing glared at him.

"I'll feel if it's cold." Sheng Yexing put his hands on his ears, hoping desperately that this person's ears were hot, "Why are they still cold?"

Seeing that Lu Jianxing's expression didn't change in any way, Sheng Yexing didn't know why he was still a little disappointed.

Yes, this is a little autistic.

What else could he expect from him?

Lu Jianxing didn't feel anything wrong, nodded: "En."

After sweeping away the ginkgo leaves, Lu Jianxing walked so fast that Sheng Yexing struggled to follow.

When passing by a trash can, he threw a pack of cigarettes.

"The taste is too sweet." Sheng Yexing explained with his questioning eyes.

Strange and strange, now I seem to have learned "how to take the initiative to speak".

With just one look at Lu Jianxing, he understood what the other party wanted to ask.

This kind of communication seems to be simpler and more direct.

"I don't like food." Lu Jianxing paused, "Sweet?"

"I don't like it, it's boring." Sheng Yexing said.

Lu Jianxing imitated his tone, and said something special: "It's boring."

"..." Sheng Yexing wanted to laugh at him, but was afraid of hurting his self-esteem, so he stretched out his hand to cover his face.

Receiving Lu Jianxing's suspicious gaze, Sheng Yexing pinched his nose and said, "I have a bit of a cold."

After finishing this sentence, he looked at Lu Jianxing again, "Don't buy me medicine again, it's a waste of money."

Lu Jianxing turned his face away and nodded, his ears suddenly burned.

How does he know what I'm thinking?

Since the student days, if things like "buying medicine" are done for others, it can always reflect the intimacy of the relationship.Lu Jianxing still remembers that when he was a child, he often watched his father go to buy medicine for his mother. When he bought some leftovers, he poured them all out and mixed them together, and then sorted the pills by color in the living room alone, and then took them again. Playing with each other.

He could play this game all afternoon.

When I was in junior high school, there were people in the class who fell in love with each other, and they seemed to love to buy medicines from each other-a pack of banlangen can hide many stories.

The wind was not strong by the river, and the withered willow leaves hung down, lining the river in groups.

Lu Jianxing opened his eyes and stared at them, feeling like they were all alone.

He could see street lights clearly, but his perception of car lights was rather vague. He couldn't see people running at night on the sidewalk clearly, and he almost ran into pedestrians several times.

"Come here, you go inside." Sheng Yexing didn't say much, and led him to the railing near the river.

Lu Jianxing couldn't take half a step, and was a little afraid of water.

"Huh?" Sheng Yexing's patience was at its limit tonight, "You don't like rivers?"

His throat seemed to be clenched by the night wind, and Lu Jianxing's voice was hoarse: "Water."

"Then come here." Sheng Yexing hooked his hands at him.

The moment Lu Jianxing approached, Sheng Yexing put his arm on the opponent's shoulder quite naturally, and embraced him, and after a few steps, he "hugged" Lu Jianxing's arm with his hands .

From walking shoulder-to-shoulder with brothers, it somehow turned into hugging between lovers.

Lu Jianxing was suddenly hugged by one hand, feeling uncomfortable all over, but enjoying this kind of intimacy.

In such a cold winter, it was the first time since he could remember that he was hugged by his peers.

That's how it feels.

Like a small house full of dust, it was cleaned up on a certain day and ushered in the first rays of sunshine in the morning.

He quietly raised his eyes and looked at Sheng Yexing who was laughing under the street lamp.

Suddenly I remembered a song——

It turns out that each beam of light actually passes through your face.

The artist who sang on the street in the distance collected his guitar and left, Lu Jianxing thought about it, it was getting late.

He coughed, "Check bed."

"I sent a text message to Mama Zhang, saying that I will take you back before ten o'clock." Sheng Yexing said.

"Her, promise?"

"I don't know," Sheng Yexing smiled, "When it comes to being disciplined, I'm used to cutting first and playing later."

Lu Jianxing glanced at him and said nothing.

So it's difficult for you.

"Don't look at me with such dissatisfied eyes. I haven't lost myself before. I forgot who went to the third ring road last time? I came back from the rain with a fever. I have to..."

Staring at Lu Jianxing in his arms, Sheng Yexing swallowed the phrase "Take care of you" into his throat as if in a daze.

There is nothing wrong with the two boys saying such words.

After all, they are partners.

But in front of Lu Jianxing, everything he said was like a hooligan.

There are often sports cars passing by at night on the Binjiang Road around the river, and the forecast will start from about [-] meters away.

Lu Jianxing shrank his shoulders uncomfortably.

"Come here a little bit longer," Sheng Yexing grabbed the sleeves of the school uniform a little bit forward, and covered Lu Jianxing's ears with the palm of his hand, "Do you feel better?"

The little autistic boy is a good boy, he has no momentum to open the ladle at all, "Yeah."

He listened to the sound of those sports cars, and remembered that on the first night in the dormitory, Sheng Yexing asked himself whether he should go for a walk...

Thinking about how upbeat I was at that time, I blocked Sheng Yexing with a single sentence.

Lu Jianxing laughed as he thought about it, and unconsciously pinched the hem of Sheng Yexing's school uniform with his almost frozen hands.

"What are you talking about?"

"Ah." Lu Jianxing uttered a single syllable and answered vaguely.

"What are you talking about?"

Lu Jianxing didn't understand what he meant, "Cold."

Sheng Yexing grabbed his hand and laughed nonchalantly: "Give me your hand if you want to keep warm."

"..."

"It's really boring." Sheng Yexing cursed, and held Lu Jianxing's hand in his palm, "I see that not only your personality is cold, but your hands are also quite cold. Are you from Antarctica?"

Lu Jianxing was very serious, blinked: "No."

Dodging a motorcycle driving on the sidewalk, Sheng Yexing took Lu Jianxing inside, and then came up with a bad temper and bit a few words: "Fuck, this kind of person, I can drive him back and forth ten times on the second ring road in one night." Breathing."

Lu Jianxing said, "It's not safe."

"It doesn't matter." Sheng Yexing glanced at him. Most people only cared that he was handsome and cool riding a motorcycle. Few people worried about his safety. "I have thought about dying and committing suicide, but I can't accept it. I'm happy on the road to death." .”

What kind of person would talk about his own death?

"Why," Lu Jianxing felt cold after taking two steps, "you ride a motorcycle."

"I thought I could become a hero by traveling on a motorcycle... I thought I could enjoy freedom by taking good medicine..." Sheng Yexing looked towards the river on tiptoe and laughed, "There is a song that says so."

Of course the lyrics are not written that way.

The first half of the sentence is right, and the second half is wrong.

"When I was young, I lived in the south. Whenever I felt uncomfortable, I rode my bicycle all the way down the main road and walked to the river. This river is divided into two sides, one is called Nanhe and the other is called Fuhe. When they meet together, the names merge. I In the past, I used to complain about the real estate here, Wangjiang xmen, Wangjiang xxlin, now I look at x, I look over and over, I really can't find where the river is... Later I found out that this river is here. It has a very beautiful name, Jinjiang."

Sheng Yexing stopped talking, "The year we were born, there were still zombies here. Do you know what a zombie is?"

Lu Jianxing thought for a while, raised his arms flat, and jumped two steps forward.

His fist had already touched the collar of Sheng Yexing's school uniform.

He bent his eyes and smiled: "That's it."

The little autistic son Huayin has a tail, and his ears are numb.

Sheng Yexing looked down at the pair of fists that clenched the cuffs tightly in front of his chest.

He didn't know why, so he said in a strange way: "Lu Jianxing, take another step."

Unprepared, Lu Jianxing took another step, his elbows were on Sheng Yexing's shoulders, and his whole body seemed to be in a posture of wrapping around Sheng Yexing's neck.

Breath is close at hand.

Lu Jianxing didn't feel that there was anything wrong.

"do not move."

After Sheng Yexing finished speaking, he suddenly wrapped his arms around Lu Jianxing's waist without moving too much.

Tinglu Jianxing didn't say a word, Sheng Yexing thickened his skin: "There are leaves glued to the back of your school uniform."

"What leaf?" Lu Jianxing whispered.

"Ginkgo leaf." Sheng Yexing's voice between a young man and a mature man bewitched, his eyes fixed on Lu Jianxing's slightly red earlobe, implying: "Everywhere in our place is golden in winter... Okay pretty."

Lu Jianxing felt his ears itch.

The hot air was warm, and every utterance of the other party flowed into it.

God knows if Lu Jianxing did it on purpose, so he just put his arms around him, turned his face to look at a bridge on the river, and counted in a low voice: "One, two, three..."

"How about counting bridge eyes?" Sheng Yexing asked.

Sometimes Lu Jianxing would be serious when encountering problems, "There are not nine."

"This is called the covered bridge, and there's a restaurant on it." Sheng Yexing also followed him and stood in the pavilion to look at the resplendent and resplendent antique building from a distance, as if determined, "I'll bring you here for dinner in the future."

Lu Jianxing didn't have a serious concept of money and didn't say a word.

Seeing that he was silent, Sheng Yexing thought that Lu Jianxing was worried that the place was too expensive.

The journey back would take an hour, Sheng Yexing calculated the time and led the way back to see the stars.

Sitting unsteadily at the subway station on the East Third Ring Road, Sheng Yexing got off the subway and hailed a three-wheeler.

Lu Jianxing took the initiative to let Sheng Yexing sit inside, and then struggled to close the car door by himself.

The tricycle wobbled again and drove towards the direction of No. [-] School in the city. Lu Jianxing reached out and touched Sheng Yexing's neck, and Sheng Yexing shivered from the ice.

"What's wrong?" Sheng Yexing wasn't used to being touched by the little autism.

Lu Jianxing rubbed his hands.

"I'm wearing a little less, but it's not cold. You..." Sheng Yexing looked at his autumn style of wearing a sweater and school uniform. coat.

Lu Jianxing raised his eyebrows confidently, meaning: put it on.

Is this caring about people?

"..." Sheng Yexing looked at him for a while with doubts.

Then, Sheng Yexing said, "I have a way to keep both of us from freezing. Would you like to try it?"

Before Lu Jianxing could nod his head, Sheng Yexing also unzipped his coat, stretched out his right arm, opened half of the coat, and wrapped Lu Jianxing's entire upper body in it.

Lu Jianxing was also dumbfounded: "..."

"It's very warm, isn't it? I found it by the river before," Sheng Yexing began to close his eyes and talk nonsense.

"..."

"Lu Jianxing, don't move around, the air will leak if you move, I'm only wearing one underneath, it's up to you if you catch a cold."

Lu Jianxing became even more stupid: "..."

He didn't dare to move, he just felt hot.

Sheng Yexing, that bastard, why does he keep breathing next to his ear... the ear is hot because of being blown?

Also, the school uniform is obviously so thin, how could it be as warm as a down jacket at this time.

No matter how long the road is, it will take more than ten minutes. Sheng Yexing got off the car and scanned the QR code to pay 20 yuan.

After getting off the tricycle, Lu Jianxing's cold hands were almost purple from the cold, Sheng Yexing unzipped his pocket and said generously, "reach in."

Lu Jianxing put his hand in his pocket: "I have it."

Hold……

Sheng Yexing regretted it, thinking that next time he would forget about putting two warm babies in his pocket, and it shouldn't be a big problem to coax the little autistic child.

He thought for a while, then made a gesture to roll up his clothes again, and said, "Touch your abs? It's so hot, it burns your hands."

Lu Jianxing also touched his own, and said seriously: "I have it too."

Sheng Yexing: "..."

can i touch it

Just about to play hooligans, Zhang Ma, who had been waiting for the little kids to return to the team at the door, jumped up with a feather duster: "Sheng Ye Xing! The road sees the stars! You two know how to come back! Ah! Where did you go? Do you know what time it is? !"

"Mother Zhang." Sheng Yexing took his hands out of his clothes and wanted to sneak in through the small door next to the guard room, so as not to be criticized and educated for three or four hours.

"Hey, I'm back from seeing the stars! Eat some fruit." Zhang Ma made an orange out of nowhere and stuffed it in his pocket, "Sip on the sweetness!"

Lu Jianxing was caught enthusiastic by unfamiliar people, and he was a little nervous, "Thank you, thank you."

"You're welcome, let's go up!"

Mama Zhang patted him on the head, not treating him as an adult at all, "Mama Zhang will give you something to eat, not that kid Sheng Yexing!"

"Hey, thank you Mama Zhang."

Sheng Yexing was about to leave after finishing speaking, but Zhang Ma grabbed him and said, "I didn't let you go! Stop!"

Mama Zhang stuffed another kiwi fruit from the table and gave it to Lu Jianxing, "Here, eat more to grow taller. Hurry up to grow taller and walk through the night, and you will be mad at this kid! Kiwi fruit is the king of vitamin C, how beautiful it is!"

Sheng Yexing wanted to laugh beside him.

It is impossible for Lu Jianxing's frame to be taller than his own, his mother is from the north, and his shoulders are wider than Lu Jianxing's.

If he could be taller than himself, Sheng Yexing dared to write his name upside down.

Seeing that Xiao Zishu was still stuck there, Sheng Yexing just wanted to reach out and pat him on the back to make people hurry up and go upstairs, but Xiao Zishu took the first step.

Sheng Yexing shook his hand and slapped his buttocks directly, but he didn't hold back his mouth for a moment, "I..."

Just when the word "fuck" was forced down, Lu Jianxing turned to look at him with puzzled eyes, as if he was really asking: What's wrong?

"It's okay, you go back to the dormitory first."

Sheng Yexing wanted to cut off his hand.

Zhang Ma just turned her back to look through the roster, poked Lu Jianxing on the back, and urged: "Jianxing, you go upstairs first."

She ordered the table again, pointing to Sheng Yexing: "Yexing, you sit first."

"Oh." Sheng Yexing sat down.

It was time for Mama Zhang to ask questions again, and Sheng Yexing was already familiar with it, so he directly reported his family name: "Hi Mama Zhang, I got into a fight."

"You ordinary high school kid, what are you messing with? What do you do when your parents come to school?" Mama Zhang sighed, writing on the roster with the tip of her pen, as if writing a record, and asked, "Why did you fight?" ?”

Sheng Yexing said concisely: "The other party deserves a beating."

Mom Zhang: "What about you?"

Sheng Yexing: "I don't really deserve a beating."

Mama Zhang paused for a while, then immediately put away her pen and said, "Go to bed."

Knowing that she didn't want to talk to him anymore, and would have to face the school's academic affairs office tomorrow, Sheng Yexing picked up his coat and ran upstairs.

Upstairs, Sheng Yexing was stunned for a while when he saw the crooked oranges and kiwis on the table. The little autistic really forgot what Zhang Ma said.

That is the day.

After all the washing activities, Lu Jianxing slowly dried his clothes and carried the bucket to return to the dormitory. As soon as he opened the door, he saw Sheng Yexing lying on the table after taking a shower, with his back arched and short of breath. sleeping.

He opened his mouth, wanting to call Sheng Yexing's name.

Faced with this situation, Lu Jianxing's dull perception also vaguely felt that something was wrong, but he didn't know what to do.

Li Dingxi didn't go back to bed today, saying that he was picked up by some relative in the city.

There were only the two of them left in the dormitory.

Lu Jianxing coughed a few times and put the bucket on the ground, his hands were burned by the heat of the boiling water inside.

"came back?"

Sensing the movement, Sheng Yexing supported the table and stood up, his eyes were red, and the cigarette in his hand had been crushed to pieces.

"Well," Lu Jianxing took a step forward, "Sleep."

Come back to sleep.

"See you on the road!"

Sheng Yexing stopped his movements suddenly, raised his head, and looked at Lu Jianxing with fixed eyes.

He said, "Are you afraid of me?"

It has to be said that his eyes are red now, and his whole body is in a state of excitement, which is very scary, and even his tense muscles are almost becoming an offensive weapon.

"Are you afraid of me?"

Sheng Yexing asked again.

Lu Jianxing wanted to take a step back, but he didn't.