A Certain Someone

Jiang Tian's hands subconsciously withdrew a little, the body temperature slipped down a little bit along the fingertips, and was held back by Sheng Wang.

I heard you say happy birthday, and I know you stretched out your hand in the dark.Sheng Wang said in a hoarse voice, "I caught you."

I've got you, so you can't pretend nothing happened.

The wooden stairs creaked lightly, and the footsteps sounded a little hurried, and the last two steps were almost stepped down.When Sheng Wang realized it, he had already hurried down from the upper bunk.

Before he could figure out what to ask and what to say, he was already standing in front of that person.

Jiang Tian no longer leaned his back against the bed rail.He was sitting on the bed, with his right hand resting on his bent knees, his shoulders slightly arched, the moonlight slanted across the bed, rubbing him with a silvery white light, but he was sitting in the shadow.

The hand that held Shengwang fell beside him, with his long fingers half-bent.He lowered his eyes, and his eyes fell on the void in the palm of his hand, silently lost in thought.

He didn't raise his eyes until Shengwang's shadow cast crookedly on the sheet.

Sheng Wang suddenly couldn't open his mouth.He looked into Jiang Tian's eyes, his heart was beating fast, his chest was so full that it was about to explode, but his mind was blank.

They fell into silence at the same time, the intimacy that just entangled their fingers grew crazily at this moment, brutal and silent, instantly filling the entire room.

No one can see it, only they know it in their hearts.

They themselves know it all too well.

Jiang Tian's deep voice was a little fuzzy in the night: "When did you wake up?"

Sheng Wang's chest heaved, obviously he had only walked down five or six steps, from bed to under bed, but he seemed to have walked three thousand miles.

He said, "Wake up early."

The moment you grab me, I wake up.

"Why don't you make a sound?" Jiang Tian said.

Sheng Wang said, "What do you think?"

Jiang Tian's eyes moved, as light as a tremor caused by breathing or heartbeat.

Sheng Wang looked at him, couldn't stand the sudden silence for some reason, and said in a hoarse voice: "I thought you meant a few minutes or ten minutes by saying it, so I just walked around waiting for you, but it turned out that I couldn't wait. I didn't see you coming back, so I climbed up and wanted to play with my phone for a while."

He laughed at himself and said, "I didn't expect that the aftertaste of drinking was so strong that I accidentally fell asleep."

He was quiet for a moment, and said, "Actually, I haven't slept well."

I didn't feel it when I said it, as if I just found a topic at random.It wasn't until he finished speaking that he realized that these words were somewhat complaining, as if they were said deliberately to soften Jiang Tian's heart.It was as if the evening would come to an abrupt end if nothing was said.

Reason told him that it would be better not to say that, and what happened tonight should have ended abruptly like that.

But he still couldn't hold back, and asked again: "Didn't you say to take something, why did you go there for so long?"

Jiang Tian glanced at the paper bag on his lap and said, "Because I can't get it until tomorrow."

Sheng Wang was stunned for a moment: "A gift? Didn't you say no?"

"I lied to you." Jiang Tian said, "How could it not be."

He pinched the corner of the paper bag and frowned slightly: "But I'm not very good at it."

"what?"

"Not very good at preparing gifts for people."

"You don't need to be good at it." Sheng Wang said, he took the paper bag with his eyes downcast, and when tearing off the package, he said, "I'll probably be happy with whatever you give me."

The paper was wrapped very thickly, probably because the corners would be wrinkled, or it might get wet in the rain.Sheng Wang tore down two layers, and finally got a glimpse of a corner of the gift from the peeled-off place.

It seemed to be a leather cover.

He almost thought it was another notebook, but after dismantling it all, he discovered that it was a photo album.Now the photos are all stored in the cloud disk of the mobile phone, and he has never used such a thing himself.

But he remembered that he seemed to have told Jiang Tian that he liked to read old man Ding's old photo album very much during a certain interval of chatting.

The phone will break down, there are too many things in the cloud disk, and those photos recorded at a certain point in time are submerged in the vast sea of ​​data. If he didn't happen to be looking for something, he wouldn't even think to look at it.

So much so that he sometimes feels that the past 16 years are blurred. He no longer remembers where he has been and how long he has lived.

There was only moonlight in the dormitory, Jiang Tian got up and walked over and turned on the lamp by the table.Sheng Wang used the light to see the whole picture of the album.

This photo album is a bit special. The cover is a sketch of the small red pot that is often used in his profile picture, as if it was specially made for him.

He pulled the corner of his mouth and smiled, then turned to the first page.

He hadn't really thought about what photos would be in the album, but he was taken aback when he saw the first one.

It was an old photo, perhaps due to equipment limitations, the clarity is not as high as it is now.But the trees and pedestrians on the street have the outline of light.

Yes, there is no specific person in the photo, but a busy street.

Sheng Wang was a little dazed at first, but soon he noticed the street sign in the corner - it was the street outside the old house in Baima Lane, his door.

In the upper right corner of the photo, someone has written a year on the edge.

Sheng Wang vaguely realized something, and turned to the second page.It was a shopping mall, at the junction of a certain intersection, where the traffic flow converged, and the sunlight shone on the glass, forming a brightly connected piece.

Similarly, a number is written in the upper right corner of this photo, one year after the first one.

He suddenly remembered the morning when he was waiting for the bus, the evening when he was walking to the political and religious office, and other moments he talked to Jiang Tian——

"When I was a child, I was very capable of tossing, and I often woke up people early in the morning."

"and then?"

"Then I came to this street to inspect the people's conditions. I had to walk from one end of the street to the other. Only when I saw that everyone was living in a stable life could I go back to sleep."

"Why this street?"

"Because it's lively."

……

"Did you see that intersection? Was there a shopping mall here before? When I was a child, I heard from my mother that before my grandfather passed away, I would roll around and go shopping every day."

"Do you understand?"

"I'm two years old, of course I don't understand when I go shopping, I just go to Weifu for a private visit, I was born to be the emperor, there is no way. But the mall is gone, and I don't know when it was demolished."

"It was demolished last year."

"Then it's a coincidence that I transferred back. If it had been a year earlier, I could have come back and recollected it."

……

Sheng Wang turned back page by page, and the number on the upper right corner changed year by year.He saw many roads in the photos, near his home, near the elementary school, and outside the junior high school.Then he went to another province and city, and saw the gate of the school where the third year of junior high school often slipped to eat, and the flower street of the school for the first year of senior high school.

The last photo was taken this year. The photo is of the west gate of the attached middle school. You can see the big characters on the forehead of the school. There is a side street through the gate. Entrances to those long alleys.

On the other side of the photo is the convenience store he goes to the most, with two big characters written on it - Joy.

The most special place for him this year is all in this photo.

On the road leading to joy, there is a back view of a boy with a schoolbag on one shoulder. He raised his right hand, as if greeting the people behind him.

That is Sheng Wang himself.

From the first year of his birth to No.16, the road he traveled is in this photo album.He couldn't figure it out anymore, but he didn't expect someone to find it for him quietly, and then sealed it here.

Every road here is full of people and bustling, and every year is a sunny day.

Sheng Wang looked down at the last picture, and didn't look up for a long time.

He turned off the desk lamp with his hands behind his back, and the whole dormitory fell into the night again, the photos became blurred, and he blinked several times quickly.

After a long time, he turned to Jiang Tian and asked, "Where did you get these photos?"

His voice was hoarse than before, with a very slight nasal sound.

Jiang Tian leaned against the edge of the table, next to Sheng Wang, shoulders touching shoulders.His eyes were the color of the moon, clear and bright, but when he lowered his eyes, they were all hidden in the depths: "I looked for it, Brother Xi helped a little."

Sheng Wang asked again: "When was the last photo taken?"

Jiang Tian said, "I don't remember, it was very early."

Sheng Wang nodded his head.

After a while, he said, "Why did you follow me and shoot me?"

Jiang Tian didn't speak.

Sheng Wang: "Why are you so nice to me?"

Jiang Tian was silent for a long time, frowned and then let go, and said, "I am your brother."

Sheng Wang nodded again, this time he was quiet for a long time, so long that Jiang Tian's hand propped on the edge of the table was clenched hard, his knuckles turned white.He just opened his mouth and said, "Then you came to grab my hand because you are my brother?"

Jiang Tian didn't give any new explanation, but fell silent for a long time.

Sheng Wang was a little emotional after looking at the album just now, and Jiu Jin turned up again.He felt that he was actually very calm, but his words became more and more impulsive.

Every time Jiang Tian was left speechless by questions, his heart beat faster.

Maybe it's because the distance from shoulder to shoulder is really very close, or maybe it's just an illusion, he felt that Jiang Tian's heartbeat also seemed to be heavy, which was completely opposite to the silent appearance, like the turbulent waves under the calm sea.

He listened for a while, then turned to look at Jiang Tian and said, "Brother, your heart beats as fast as mine."

Jiang Tian closed his eyes lightly, as if trying to block out the ambiguity and impulse, but when he opened them again, the emotions in his eyes became more intense.

"Don't call it that." He turned to look at Shengwang.

Because they were looking at each other, the distance seemed even closer.Shengwang's breath became a little messy, and suddenly lost his rhythm.

He saw Jiang Tian glanced down for a moment, landing below the tip of his nose, but restrained himself back.

Sheng Wang blinked lightly, "You said it yourself just now, all because you are my brother, why are you not allowed to call now?"

Jiang Tian finally turned his gaze back. He looked at Sheng Wang with entangled emotions in his slightly drooping eyes.

After some time, he finally said, "Because I will think I am crazy."

After speaking, he tilted his head and leaned over.

The moonlight shines through the window glass and forms a piece on the corner of the table, like a cut geometric figure.

I don't know which dormitory outside the window is still awake, maybe it's a night talk or a joke, vague laughter resounds in the night.

The two boys in the room were leaning side by side on the edge of the table, holding the edge of the table with their fingers, their intertwined breaths were trembling and tentative, they kissed each other, green and confused, fiery and quiet.

The heartbeat of a young man is the wilderness of Midsummer Night, which can never be cut and burned.

When the long wind blows, the weeds grow to the sky.

【Cherry】