dark white star

After eating, Zhou Yan drove Han Xi back to the rental house.

He sat on the bed for a while, then took out his mobile phone and dug out the string of numbers.

A little scared, but more of anticipation. He didn't know how the mother on the other end of the phone would face the call after so many years, or what kind of mood he would use to make the call. through this number.

Before this, everything is unknown.

Han Yu took a deep breath and dialed the number.

"Hello..." He asked tentatively, and Han Yu's palms were covered with a thin layer of sweat.

It was a bit noisy on the phone, it sounded like you were in a night market.

Liu Xiaorong took out her mobile phone from her pants pocket, then picked it up and asked, "Who is that?"

"Hello?" She looked at the narrow phone screen, then wiped the receiver on her clothes, "Did you make a mistake?"

Han Xie's nose became sore all of a sudden, he grabbed the tissue next to him and wiped it vigorously, trying to control his trembling voice and said, "Mom..."

The shallot that Liu Xiaorong was about to hand to the aunt opposite fell to the ground, her eyes were red uncontrollably, and big drops of tears fell down, "Is it Xiaoxiu? Han Yu?"

"It's me...it's..." Han Yu pressed the phone firmly to her ear, for fear of missing a sentence from this obviously much older voice, "Mom, I'm Han Yu..."

There are many feelings in the world that can be forgotten over time. Eachother returns to the void, and the sincerity of love turns into lies.

But the things inherited from the blood, no matter how long the years have passed, will always return to their original appearance in a long-lost greeting.

Thousands of mountains and rivers, after all, no match for a sentence I miss you.

That night, Han Yu talked with Liu Xiaorong for a long time, and he didn't want to hang up until the phone was about to turn off.

The past few years seem to have passed a century, what Han Yu experienced was only a few words to skip over, but Liu Xiaorong knew how much sadness and grievances were behind these plain words.

The mother seems to be as strong as before, but behind the strong surface, it is a disguise that she has hollowed out herself for many years.

Han Yu couldn't sleep all night, and he remembered the short happy time when he was a child. His mother would always buy him a piece of hair cake before closing the stall and going home. She was very careful but cherished it very much.

Early the next morning, Zhou Yan ran into Han Xi who was rubbing his hands downstairs in his house.

"Why are you here?" Zhou Yan squatted down to tie his shoelaces.

Han Yu handed over the breakfast with a little awkwardness, the black rose on her wrist was a bit eye-catching, "Come here to bring you something to eat."

Zhou Yan took it curiously, and looked inside, "Fat cake? Where did you buy it?"

"In the breakfast shop over there at my house," Han Xie said, stomping his feet, "You don't even know how early I got up."

Zhou Yan glanced at him and said, "Shall we run together?"

"Yeah." Han Yu smiled slightly.

In fact, Zhou Yan didn't want to get up for a run at all, but Liang Liang said a few days ago that he was fat.In order to maintain a good figure, the 31-year-old Uncle Zhou embarked on a hard journey of jogging every morning.

But today is okay, there is a child next to me, who can talk, so it is not so boring.

"You got up early in the morning and gave me a cake," Zhou Yan put the breakfast Han Yu gave him in his arms, afraid of the cold, "Did you fall in love with me?"

Han Yu rolled his eyes at him, "It's because of your pity."

After speaking, the two of them laughed tacitly, and Han Yu raised his hand to wipe his sweat.

"Does your tattoo... hurt?" Zhou Yan asked casually.

Han Xie turned his wrist over, revealing the whole rose, which looked flamboyant and sinister under the still-turned-off streetlight.

"What are you talking about?" Han Yu looked at the tattoo carefully while running, and fell into a short period of thought, "Actually, it's not bad, it was tattooed five or six years ago. It's just that I didn't deal with it properly when it was finished. It's also inflamed."

"I didn't feel pain when I got the tattoo, but now I want to wash it off. But I heard that it will hurt, so I haven't dared to go." Han Yu smiled, "Uncle Zhou, don't you get more afraid of pain as you get older?"

Why did the person who called him brother change his name to uncle again?

Zhou Yan's strength was exhausted, "Yes, I'm terribly afraid of pain now, I can cry even if I hold my urine."

Han Yu laughed unkindly, "Why does it hurt to hold back your urine?"

"That's right, aren't you impatient when there is no toilet?" Zhou Yan couldn't help herself while talking and laughing, "Just... just run around with it, it hurts."

Depend on……

Holding on to the electric pole, Han Xi burst out laughing.

After running, Zhou Yan drove away, and Han Xie slowly rushed to the supermarket.

While changing work clothes, I suddenly saw the rose.

When he was running just now, he actually lied to Zhou Yan, saying that it didn't hurt, it was a lie.

I remember when he was tattooed, tears came out all of a sudden, how old was he at that time, maybe seventeen or eighteen years old... It was when he just came out of the house.

Han Xie closed the cabinet door and sighed. On his first day in the city, he ran to a small alley to find the cheapest tattoo artist.

Originally, I didn't want to get a rose tattoo, because it seemed too cowardly, but Xiao Liu said that he could only get this tattoo, and he didn't learn the rest, so Han Xi gritted his teeth and agreed.

In fact, it doesn't matter what the tattoo is, he just wants to leave something on his body to distinguish the past from the present.

The few days of inflammation were really painful. Han Xie still has teeth sore when he recalls it. The house he first rented was damp and damp. He could only apply erythromycin every day and take a few tablets of the cheapest anti-inflammatory drugs.

If you get over it, there's nothing left.

Han Xi touched her wrist and walked to her work station.This tattoo is quite long-lasting. After so many years, since it has only faded a little, the pattern is very clear.

He smiled and took the sign-in form Xiaomei handed over.

"Good morning," he said.

After Zhou Yan finished his day's work, he stretched himself on the swivel chair.

It's off work!

Inexplicably excited, he took out his phone and sent a text message to Han Yu.

"Don't go, please have supper."

Han Yu replied within a few seconds.

"Well, see you at the door."

Zhou Yan excitedly picked up the coat hanging on the chair, pushed open the office door and said to everyone who was working overtime: "Go home, go home, go home quickly, and do it tomorrow if you haven't finished it, there is no penalty."

After finishing speaking, he hummed a little song and walked over to wait for the elevator.

Lin Duoduo slowly removed her hand from the mouse, "Cong, do you think our boss is in a relationship?"

Qian Cong glanced at Zhou Yan's swaying back and shuddered, "We don't dare to say, and we don't dare to ask."

The energetic hawking of the boss at the supper stand made the whole night much more lively. Zhou Yan sat on a stool and gnawed on a bunch of kidneys.

"You said that you always come out to barbecue in a shirt, don't you think it doesn't match?" Han Xie said, swallowing a sip of beer.

"No," Zhou Yan swallowed the last bite, then wiped the cumin on the corner of his mouth with a tissue, "How can you be so particular about eating barbecue?"

Han Yu smiled.

One of the things that makes Zhou Yan feel very comfortable is that what to say on what occasion, what to do on what occasion, work is divided into work, and life is life.

Do not treat people.

Han Yu watched Zhou Yan stand up after eating the food on the plate, "Come on, let's go for a walk?"

Even in such a cold winter, there are still many people in the square.

The northeast corner is the world of square dancing uncles and aunts, and the west is the youth activity area, which is clearly separated but coexists harmoniously.

Zhou Yan pointed to a group of hip-hop youths in the distance and said, "You know this."

"What?" Han Xie looked at the fountain and didn't pay attention for a while, "Did you say skateboard?"

Zhou Yan nodded, watching with great interest a seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy skating on the U-shaped field next to him.

"I won't." Han Yu replied.

Zhou Yan turned to look at him a little surprised.

"Really not," Han Yu smiled, "My sense of balance is a bit poor. I wanted to learn it before, but I didn't continue because of some things."

Zhou Yan felt a little distressed when he saw Han Yu's suddenly depressed expression, "Want to play?"

"Huh?" Han Yu raised her head.

Looking at the skateboard in Zhou Yan's hand, Han Xi admired it a little.Sure enough, he is an old fox from the marketing department, and he has a set of tricks.

"Come on, come up." Zhou Yan put the board on the ground and signaled Han Xi to stand on it.

Han Xi frowned, and stepped on one foot cautiously.

The hand was suddenly wrapped in a wave of warmth, and Han Xi turned her head sideways.

"Don't be afraid," Zhou Yan took his hand and said softly, "I'll hold you, don't be afraid, be bold and slippery."

Han Yu's hands were a little cold, and Zhou Yan's heart was pounding.

He didn't say anything, let Zhou Yan hold him, and started to slowly move his other foot backwards.

In the winter when the vegetation was all withered, Han Xie felt a small thing growing in his heart, with warmth and strength that he had never felt before.

The number of people in the square gradually decreased, and Han Xie didn't know where he slipped. The two of them didn't speak, they just held hands quietly.

There was a slope ahead, and Han Xi stopped.

"I want to do it myself." Han Yu said.

Zhou Yan froze for a moment, then let go of his hand, "Okay."

"You wait for me at the bottom of the slope." Han Yu patted Zhou Yan on the back lightly.

Zhou Yan turned his head with a look of disbelief.

Han Xie took a deep breath, looked at Zhou Yan who was waving at him below, okay, you can.

Han Xie paused, kicked her right foot back, and the skateboard began to rush down quickly.

too fast.

Han Xie could only hear the wind whistling in his ears, surrounded by stars blurred by orange street lights.

At the last moment, Zhou Yan stretched out his arms toward Han Xi.

With a "huh", Zhou Yan hugged Han Yu firmly, as if catching a star falling from the sky.

"I caught you." Zhou Yan said.

"Yeah." Han Xi buried her head in Zhou Yan's shoulder, and the skateboard under her feet slowly slid out from the right, and it took five or six meters to stop.

The street lamp was shining a little tiredly, and there were two people clinging to each other underneath.

Zhou Yan's breathing became a little short, and he wanted to say something, but he didn't want to destroy the beauty of the present.

Han Yu patted Zhou Yan on the back lightly, "Let's go home."

"Yeah." Zhou Yan let go of his hand, "Slide back?"

Han Yu rubbed her face and was stunned for two seconds, "Okay." He said with a smile.

Han Xi squatted on the skateboard, and Zhou Yan took Han Xi's hand.

It felt like a moment, but it felt like eternity, Zhou Yan dragged Han Xi on the skateboard all the way downstairs.

"Here we are," Zhou Yan turned around and said, "Go upstairs?"

Han Yu jumped off the skateboard without letting go of the hot hands they were already holding, "Yeah."

"Wait, it seems that this skateboard hasn't been returned yet."

"Never mind him, it's tomorrow."

"But……"

"Go upstairs!"

"Oh."

The author has something to say: la la la!The stupid author dominated by volleyball is back...

Why can someone bounce a dozen balls!

A stupid author is only worthy of silently crying by the side...╯^╰

Humph! (makes a strong man's voice)

ps: Because there are too many three-dimensional things, so there is no way to do it... The update will wait until the National Day holiday, please forgive me, little angels!!

⊙︿⊙ (Happy birthday to the motherland!)