The residual temperature is over

"what should I do?"

The naughty questions came from the mouths of the people on the ground, a little astringent, like pebbles hidden in the words, hitting people one by one.

Time is really like a long maze, with twists and turns, and people walk in it for a long time, but they still return to the original position, facing the same thing.

Yu Shiye put his hand in his pocket, he took out a cigarette, and wanted to smoke, but finally threw it into the trash can.

He spoke to the people sitting on the ground: "The future is important, can we abandon it now?"

This drew a blank look from the other side.

Yu Shiye patiently explained: "The hope of receiving Dad is in the distant future. You are right to work hard for it, but the future is still far away. We have to live the present day first. If you can't give Dad hope, then Do you want to give Dad some comfort?"

The son seemed to finally understand something.

"I see……"

After tidying up and tidying up the embarrassment, the two returned to the house again.

When they went out for a while, the clutter on the ground had been cleaned up. The old store manager was drinking water with his head bowed, his back was still straight, but his silver-white hair and horizontal wrinkles revealed his old appearance to his heart's content.

There will come a day when you can no longer hide your aging, just like a rock that has walked through the years, and you can't hide the weathered holes all over your body.

Yu Shiye's eyes flicked over the old store manager, and then quickly turned to Wen Bieyu.

Wen Bieyu didn't sit down, he stood leaning against the wall, with his hands folded, his eyes vacant, a little dazed, a little anxious.

He was thinking about the past.

Yu Shiye understood it with just one look.

Anxiety rose in his heart, he didn't want to recall what happened back then, let alone Wen Bieyu.

"Dad!" the son called out.

This sound just gave Yu Shiye inspiration.

He took a step to the side, facing Wen Bieyu sideways, preventing Wen Bieyu from seeing his face clearly.Understanding is always mutual, he can see through what Wen Bieyu is thinking, and Wen Bieyu can also see through what he is thinking.

He faced Lu Guangyuan head-on, and Lu Guangyuan still pulled his face, twisted his eyebrows, and expressed his anger with his heavy breath like an enraged bull.

However, there is no overnight feud between father and son, the father just needs a step down.

Yu Shiye handed out the steps: "I just talked with your child outside..."

Out of the corner of his eye, he stayed on Wen Bieyu, and saw Wen Bieyu raised his head following his voice, with a focused look in his eyes.

"...Your child already knows what he did wrong. He regretted it and told me outside that he will definitely spend more time in the future, bring his family back, and spend time with you."

Yu Shiye spoke slowly, turning the facts around lightly, turning the unchangeable "lonely old man and powerless child" into a "lonely old man and his own child" that can be improved.

The son was still a little lost, but he kept up with Yu Shiye's rhythm, walked up to the old store manager and knelt down, held the old store manager's hand, and squeezed out a word from his throat in a daze.

"Dad, I'm sorry."

The panic and tension flashed across the face of the old store manager, and then turned into some embarrassment about his own feelings. He muttered: "What are you doing, you are so grown-up, you are not too shy, did I say you?" I want you to apologize..."

In an instant, the tense atmosphere became a scene of fatherly kindness and filial piety, like an actor on a stage, with a swipe of his hand, his black face turns red, his crying face turns into a smile, and he almost turns pale.

But people are so pale, as long as there is a little color, it is enough to breed brilliant colors that can whitewash life.

Yu Shiye was still staring at the father and son, and observing Wen Bieyu from the corner of his eye.

He saw that the other party was a little stunned, and the tension on his face dissipated unknowingly, dissipated into relaxation, and the relaxation gathered together, converging into envy.

Yu Shiye also relaxed.

He believed it.

So much the better.

I really don't want to see that blank pain on his face again.This makes people's hearts go blank...

Grandpa Wen Bieyu's funeral almost reappeared before Yu Shiye's eyes.

In a white mourning hall, a group of mourners dressed in linen and filial piety are kneeling, wearing high hats and dancing funeral sticks. The sound of suona is accompanied by the mourning music of the mourning hall. The smoke seemed to be alive, scurrying around the mourners who sang and chanted, scurrying beside groups of mourners, and then pounced on the coffin and the people standing in front of the coffin.

That was Wen Bieyu standing beside his parents.

Wen Bieyu stood, his eyes were originally on the coffin, but he suddenly turned his head and glanced at him standing outside the mourning hall.

The mourning hall, the crowd, and the smoke are three layers of fences separating them. One is deep, the other is far, and the other is heavy. The distance between the two is lightly opened.

At that time, Wen Bieyu's face was blank, and there was nothing on it.

It caused his heart to go blank, and he was stunned, falling into the flames together with the yellow paper, and burned silently.

***

The father and son who finally tried to understand each other still had a lot to say, it was a private time that no one else needed to know, Yu Shiye and Wen Bieyu didn't stay any longer, and quietly left when the father and son had no time to care about each other.

After such a toss, it was already late, and Yu Shiye didn't have much energy to drive back to Tokyo, so he still stayed at the hotel where he stayed last night.

Yu Shiye shook the medicinal wine in Wen Bieyu's hand: "Shall I rub the bruise for you?"

Wen Bieyu: "No need, it looks green, but it doesn't really feel like it."

Yu Shiye glanced at him: "You won't be shy, will you? How about I blindfold you and give you the medicine? Prevent me from being tempted and making mistakes."

Wen Bieyu was speechless for a while, and finally found his voice.

"Do you think I'm a little girl, rubbing a bruise like this, just in case a piece of meat will suddenly fall off?"

"Then..." Yu Shiye shook the medicinal wine in his hand again, implying a very heavy meaning.

Wen Bieyu didn't have anything else to say, he undressed silently, took off his sweater and shirt together, exposing his naked upper body.

If Yu Shiye's complexion is the color of healthy milk, then Wen Bieyu's skin is like frozen ice, on which is coated a layer of porcelain-like glaze.

Just because the person whose back was turned could not see, Yu Shiye had to maintain a gentlemanly demeanor. He didn't look at other places, but only focused on the wound on Wen Bieyu's left shoulder, where the bruise spread from his arm to his shoulder blade. It is really a disastrous dye on plain white rice paper.

Yu Shiye first picked up the ice pack on the side, and made the initial ice compress treatment for Wen Bieyu's shoulder.

The person with his back facing him didn't say a word, but his covered shoulder shook lightly as if in stress.

This trembling seemed to enter Yu Shiye's heart, and he couldn't help hissing.

"...Yu Shiye."

"Ok?"

"I haven't called yet." Wen Bieyu reminded the other party.

People misunderstood, and Yu Shiye didn't explain it, he just responded with a smile.

"If you don't bark, don't prevent me from barking twice."

Yu Shiye smiled, the ice pack was almost done, he put down the ice pack, poured the medicated oil on his hands, rubbed his hands together to warm them up, and then pressed his palms on Wen Bieyu's shoulders, and began to rub them.There are some techniques here, not too heavy, but gently, in a circular motion, and evenly rub the medicinal wine in the palm into the skin.

What entered Wen Bieyu's body together with the medicinal wine was the temperature of Yu Shiye's palm.The temperature was hot, which even covered up those slight pains.

"It doesn't hurt." Wen Bieyu felt it carefully for a moment, then suddenly said something.

"This proves that my skills are not bad, and I didn't hurt you."

Wen Bieyu turned his head and glanced at Yu Shiye, his eyes seemed to contain a little thought, then he turned his head and said to himself: "Could it be that I was so unskilled when I was a student? That's why you kept growing up during the process of applying the medicinal wine. Shout out?"

Yu Shiye subconsciously glanced at his knees.The moonlight falling from the window sprinkled on his legs, like a mirror, in which memories flowed like water.

When he was a student, he once knocked his leg while playing basketball. He didn’t feel it when he knocked. When he got off the court and opened his pants, he saw that his knee and the lower half of his calf were blue. At that time, Wen Bieyu was terrified. Immediately ran to the pharmacy and bought him traumatized oil...

"It doesn't really hurt." Yu Shiye was in a daze for a while, and told Wen Bieyu frankly, "I just want you to chirp me more."

These words caused Wen Bieyu to turn around.

The two of them were sitting cross-legged to apply the medicine. Yu Shiye suddenly saw the person in front of him turn back, and he hurriedly dodged backwards politely. Unexpectedly, even if his body was crooked even though he was not sitting upright, he immediately fell down on the tatami mat In the midst of the panic, Wen Bieyu also fell down.

Wen Bieyu quickly reached out to support himself, but he accidentally used his injured arm, and immediately frowned in pain.

Yu Shiye's hands were originally placed neatly on the bed, but at this moment he suddenly raised his hand, wrapped around Wen Bieyu's waist, lifted him up slightly, kept the injured hand away from the tatami, and then put him down Go, just put it on yourself.

The two lay face to face for a while, Wen Bieyu propped herself up.

"Accidentally."

"It's okay... When it comes to rubbing bruises, we always have problems." Yu Shiye said, "Last time you rubbed half of it for me, didn't you accidentally rub the medicated oil into your eyes?" ?”

"That's because you were whining and moaning the whole time, and I was worried, so I leaned over to observe carefully." Wen Bieyu said angrily, "Who would have thought—"

Who would have thought.

As Wen Bieyu was applying it, he accidentally touched the medicated oil to his eyes, and immediately gasped from the heat.

Yu Shiye didn't care about making jokes, so he quickly found a wet tissue and wiped the corners of Wen Bieyu's eyes. The skin there was tender, and after just a couple of wipes, it turned red, as if rouge had flowed onto it.At that moment, Wen Bieyu blinked again.

While closing, the mist in the eyes, which was hot from the medicinal oil, gathered and condensed into water droplets, which wet the end of the eyes.

This is the mark next to Wen Bieyu's eyes, and it is also the mark on Yu Shi's ambition.

He moved forward, kissed this place, and erased those worrying traces.

He said domineeringly: "You can't cry, I will feel bad when you cry."

Wen Bieyu probably wanted to laugh a little, and a shallow smile spread out, like ripples in a pond, or the breeze beside the embankment: "Okay."

Yu Shiye couldn't help but want to bully him, so he leaned over and whispered in the other's ear: "Except when you're on the bed, you can cry."

The corners of Wen Bieyu's eyes turned even redder, as if a layer of embarrassment had been layered on top of rouge.

Since then, Wen Bieyu has never cried again. Even though so many things happened later, he has never seen Wen Bieyu's tears. The other party has always done a good job in promising himself. Better than expected...

At that time, he didn't understand that sometimes it was more uncomfortable not to cry than to cry.If he could go back to the past, he would definitely call his past self and add a sentence after these ridiculous demands——

"It doesn't matter if you cry, I'll be the one who kisses your tears dry."

These things are really like things in a previous life.

Yu Shiye exhaled, this breath was like the wind blowing away the fog, blowing away all the pictures of the past.

The pictures of the past were blown away, and some regrets in my mind could not be blown away.

He helped Wen Bieyu up, sat down himself, and was about to continue applying medicinal wine to Wen Bieyu, when the person in front suddenly made a noise.

"I'm a little tired."

Yu Shiye was stunned for a moment: "Do you want to go to bed early?"

"Yes." Wen Bieyu said again, "I have something else to discuss with you."

Yu Shiye pulled himself together: "Say it."

Wen Bieyu looked at Yu Shiye, he found Yu Shiye's sad mood from that vain exhalation, but when did Yu Shiye start to be in a bad mood?

Wen Bieyu thought carefully about the relationship between the two of them, but still couldn't find any clues and couldn't analyze it.After the reunion, Yu Shiye always remained calm, hiding all his emotions under the layers of glaciers, and planting flowers and trees all over them to cover up, unwilling to let anyone see through.

...It doesn't matter, Wen Bieyu can accept it, and has already prepared for it.

But when he found Yu Shiye's sadness and sadness from those countless concealments, and he couldn't do anything, his heart was a little empty, as if something that had been quietly hidden inside was leaking out, and he couldn't stop it .

Wen Bieyu was silent for a while, and then opened his mouth, not noticing that his tone was softer, as if he was coaxing people: "I'm tired, I don't want to deal with work matters anymore, I just want to play around, Yu Shiye, otherwise... ..."

He suggested it as if casually.

"Let's not worry about other things in the future, take a good trip in Japan and relax."

"...Your proposal caught people off guard."

"Still ready to work?"

"It's better to travel." Yu Shiye strongly agreed with Wen Bieyu's suggestion.

***

After finalizing the direction for the next step, the two of them were really tired, so they didn't talk anymore. After a simple wash, they each searched for bedding and lay down.

The head of the bed was facing the window, and when I looked up, I saw a moon as narrow as a hook lit up in the dark night sky, hooked into this dejected night, and remained silent for a long time.

Yu Shiye lay obediently on the bed for a long time, but couldn't fall asleep.His body was very tired, but his spirit was unexpectedly excited, as if he had drunk too much, and even his heart was congested and uncomfortable.

He turned around silently and looked at the person beside him.

Wen Bieyu seemed to be asleep, with the quilt pulled up to her chin, her eyes covered by her broken hair, leaving a little face, huddled in the thin moonlight, radiating some peace and security.

In the silent night, he seemed to hear the beating of his heart.

It wasn't Wen Bieyu's, nor his own, but belonged to Yu Shiye in the past.

That illusory shadow stood beside him, but looked at Wen Bieyu's position. He could hear the other person's heartbeat, happy and joyful, full of endless enthusiasm and overflowing love .

This heartbeat, beating and beating, suddenly burst into a burst of extremely sharp pain.

Yu Shiye seemed to be able to feel the tension and pain of his past self, as well as those anxieties, which were still as clear as before, and even penetrated the barrier of time, all the way to his body.

Just this moment.

After a moment, the sharp pain disappeared.But there was something else left, mellow and silent, which touched his heart, and along with his hot self in the past, it beat slightly towards Wen Bieyu.

Mixed with some distress, mixed with some deeper invisible...

He unknowingly stretched out his hand towards the person who was close at hand, and when he reached halfway, he was scalded by the white moonlight, which returned Yu Shiye's sanity.

... This is interesting.

When sleeping together, I want to sleep separately, and when I don't sleep together, I want to sleep again.

While Yu Shiye was amused, he was also a little disappointed.

Same store, same room, same people.In the chaos, the shadows overlap in one place, pretending to be appropriate, but the moon tonight is not the moon of last night, and the people in the past are not the people in the present.

Yu Shiye quietly retracted the arm that was stretched out towards Wen Bieyu.

He began to feel that it might not be a particularly good idea for him to find a fake marriage with his first love. There were too many involuntary and involuntary feelings in this.

At some point, Yu Shiye finally fell asleep.

The crescent moon in the sky evokes the night, and also evokes Yu Shiye's dream.

He dreamed of what happened after he kissed his tears, the bed turned into a huge and charming tent, he and Wen Bieyu hid in it, the tight skin released a flame that burned the soul, he stroked Wen Bieyu, eyes, lips, The body galloped and plundered to his heart's content, until after the plundering, those blazing flames were all wrapped around him tightly, turning into endless spring tides.

He hugged her and kissed him long, never wanting to part again.