Bamboo horse and bamboo horse grow up together

During the afternoon break, Yang Fan squatted in the shade on the roof and ate ice cream, thinking back to his colleague's joke in the morning: "It's not a woman, it must be a man."

Yang Fan was a little scared. Their faces of watching the excitement, if they knew that the person they liked was a boy, they would talk about themselves behind their backs.

Yang Fan learned a lot of new vocabulary on the website, and he used the vocabulary one by one to apply to himself, imagining that others would call him a slut, a pervert, and a shemale from behind.Yang Fan imagined all kinds of pictures in his mind, probably because he was mentally prepared to imagine them, but he was not so nervous and could accept them calmly.

But Yang Fan is still afraid of the day when others know the truth.

Summer night is a paradise for mosquitoes, moths, cicadas and all kinds of small animals that cannot be named, but it is a prison for people without air conditioning. The room is hot like a steamer, and it will start to sweat when you enter it, and it will collapse after a while Wet a T-shirt.

Yu Wen was lying on the mat reading English words, Yang Fan couldn't sit still in the hot room, took off his shirt and carried a bucket of water out to pour over his head, and walked in dripping wet, shaking the water from his hair everywhere.

"Get up, your body is covered with water, don't climb on the mat." Yu Wen pushed away Yang Fan who was lying on the bed, and Yang Fan crawled inside as soon as he turned around, leaving a watermark on the whole mat.

Yang Fan rolled out of bed with a chuckle, soaked the sheet in the bucket, wrung out the water and spread it on the bed, saying: "The water evaporates and absorbs heat, so it's cool." He said and covered Yu Wen's head with another sheet on his hand.

Yu Wen was also too hot to read the book, so he put the vocabulary book aside and wrapped himself in the cold wet sheet.The sound of cicadas outside the window kept ringing, disturbing people's hearts.

"I'll go out and get chewing gum to stick him down in a while. It's so annoying. It's been a summer."

"It's fine if you don't care. It kept barking while I was reading, and I didn't feel anything?"

"I'm just annoying." Yang Fan said, climbed to the window, lay down and looked out of the window, the moon was a crooked line, there were no stars, and there were no clouds in the sky. Lie down quietly, covered with a layer of moonlight, not as hot as before.

Yang Fan asked Yu Wen, "I want to ask you something."

"Speak." Yu Wen put his hands on his arms and looked out the window. A moth was working hard to burrow into the gauze net, flapping its wings and hitting the gauze net differently. The rope is pulled down.

"My God, what are you doing?" Yang Fan, who had been standing still for half an hour, suddenly put his hands on guard, closed his eyes and moved up a few times.

"I'll turn off the light, there are moths coming here."

"Oh."

"Oh my God, what are you thinking about every day? You don't study well, and everything else is not bad at all." Yu Wen turned off the light, lay down and laughed at Yang Fan.

Yang Fan didn't speak, turned over and lay down on the mat, sleeping with his arms on his head. "You ask, you ask, I'm listening." Yu Wen said.

"Don't ask any more." Yang Fan's aggrieved voice came out from between his arms.

"Ask, you ask," Yu Wen said, pulling the pillow out from under Yang Fan's arm, and said, "You will get prickly heat on your face when you sleep like this."

Yang Fan turned over, looked out the window and said, "Do you think the statistics from the national statistics are true?"

"What data?"

"It's the newspaper on your desk. It says that the latest national census shows that there are 500 to 1000 million gay men in China, and experts estimate that there are 1000 million women like us? Is that true?"

"The data of the country cannot be false."

"Why haven't we seen it in our lives? If we say this, there must be one in a hundred people. We have seen more than a hundred people, why not one of them."

"Aren't we? Don't we live in one percent? Maybe people are looking for us too?"

"really?"

"Really." Yu Wen turned over and picked up the newspaper beside the table. The state counted the number of gay men, and Yu Wen never expected that the number was so huge.

"Actually, I have doubted a few people. I always think he is the same as us, but they all have girlfriends around them. Maybe I guessed wrong." Yang Fan whispered without confidence.

"Don't guess others like this. It's embarrassing to guess right or wrong."

"I know, I'm just talking to you." Yang Fan turned around as he spoke, put his warm hand on Yu Wen's slightly cold palm, and said his conjecture word by word: "You said Han Could it be Director Yu? How could he spot us at a glance?"

Yu Wen didn't know how to answer, but couldn't help thinking about Yang Fan's words.

"You said those people in the TV movie, with their orchid fingers raised, walked with twists and turns, why aren't we like this." Yang Fan continued to ask.

"The movies are all fake, and the performances are always exaggerated. Besides, you have acted in movies, you know."

"I thought that our lobby manager, the bitch chirping, was the same as us. I've been observing him for a long time."

"I've been observing him for a long time, but he doesn't seem to be. I've seen him as a child."

"I've seen it too." Yang Fan said disappointedly.

The two stopped talking, and a sense of loneliness emerged spontaneously, mixed in the moonlight, shattered in the air, and wrapped the two tightly.The huge data in the newspapers, but in real life, there is no one like-minded. The statistics of tens of millions of people, in the end, only Yu Wen and Yang Fan are supporting them.

Yang Fan felt a little dry and hot, got up again, took a bucket of water and poured it outside the door with a splash, and crawled onto the bed, dripping wet, splashing the water on his head everywhere, bouncing everywhere.

"It will be damp tomorrow." Yu Wen said loudly, looking at the water on the mat.

Yang Fan put his hand on Yu Wen's arm and said, "You are like a small refrigerator, of course it's not hot anymore, I'm going to die of heat."

"I'm hot too, it's natural to be cool when I'm calm."

"Don't talk about what the eighty-year-old man said. You are cold, and you are calm and cool every day. I get angry in winter, let alone summer." Yang Fan shook his hair and splashed water on Yu Wen.

Yu Wen put his cold arms on Yang Fan's scalding neck, Yang Fan lifted up the newspaper, looked at it in the moonlight, stuffed it under the pillow, and said in a low voice: "This general has decided that starting today, we will start working hard to find us. partner."

"If you have time, read more words, it's useless." Yu Wen turned to Yang Fan and continued, "Aren't you uncomfortable with your grades?"

"It doesn't matter, as long as you study well, I'll hang out with you when the time comes." Yang Fan said, wrapped himself in a wet sheet, and pretended to sleep.

After two o'clock in the afternoon, the last batch of customers left with the creaking of chairs on the floor, and the restaurant suddenly fell silent. Smoking in the shade, they often gave Yang Fan a cigarette to keep warm. At first, the two of them waved their hands and refused because they didn't know how to smoke, but they always felt that it was not meaningful to refuse them, so they had to thank them and reached out to take it.

Yu Wen held the cigarette, just lit it, and sucked it in a little unskillfully, trying to imitate the masters, let the smoke enter the lungs, and then slowly let the smoke out from the nose.

Yang Fan came from behind with an ice cream, and squatted down with Yu Wen. This is a unique scene at the entrance of the hotel in the afternoon. A group of people squatted, sat, and did not communicate with each other. When he was at the entrance of the restaurant, Yang Fan was also puzzled, how could he be so comfortable as a chef? When he got to the back kitchen, Yang Fan realized that he had been busy for a whole noon, and finally served the last batch of guests, and had a little bit of his own. Time, there is still time to chat, I just want to sit down and be quiet.

"Give me an ice cream." Yu Wen called Yang Fan from behind.

Yang Fan turned around in horror, Yu Wen was also terrified, what kind of voice was it, and said: "What's going on."

Yang Fan's eyes widened, Yu Wen squeezed his throat, and continued to talk. Before smoking, the voice was soft and waxy like a child's, but after washing the smoke, the taste changed, and the voice was mixed with countless tiny noises. Grains of sand, the words he spoke were deep and heavy, Yu Wen cleared his throat, and felt that the sound was like rubbing sandpaper on the ground.

"What's going on." Yu Wen turned his head to look at the masters, and kept clearing his throat.

"Normal, the child's voice has changed. After the voice change, he will become a man. Be nervous." The master smoked a cigarette, glanced at Yu Wen, shook the soot, and continued to be in a trance.

"Normal?" Yu Wen wanted to continue talking, but he couldn't accept his voice and closed his mouth.

"Oh, what a big deal, just ask your father when you go home." The masters leaned their heads on the wall, and they were woken up by Yu Wen's flustered movements before they had enough rest, and said impatiently.

Yu Wen read the introduction of the voice-changing period in the book, but he forgot what it specifically said, and ran to the bookstore on the street in a hurry. Yang Fan and Yu Wen searched the bookstore, but he couldn't find a book about the healthy development of puberty. I was too embarrassed to ask the owner, and walked out of the bookstore.

"Have you brought the health handbook distributed in the school?" Yu Wen asked Yang Fan in a drake voice.

Yang Fan shook his head.

The two of them walked into the Internet cafe and typed the voice-changing period in the search box.

"It is said on the Internet that it will last for a year, so you will speak in this voice all year, right?" Yang Fan asked Yu Wen when he walked out of the Internet cafe.

Yu Wen wanted to speak, swallowed his saliva, and took the words back. The voice was too unpleasant, and he didn't want to speak in this voice at all. Although he wanted to become a man quickly, after having a man's heavy voice, Yu Wen suddenly I feel that my childish appearance can't control such a deep voice, and this voice makes me look so out of place in front of my classmates.

In the evening, Yang Fan lay on the mat and ate ice cream, while Yu Wen drank warm water with his tea mug in his arms.

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