three years old

The green trees are thick, and the night rain comes heavily.

After the last summer precipitation, Chengdu Shizhong ushered in the early autumn heat, and the ginkgo leaves also changed from green to yellow, and they fell one after another, joining the crowds of people coming and going.

Ying Yuchen came to the liberal arts class with a ball to pick up water after class. He glanced around at the girls in the class. He was stabbed by Ning Xi before he came back to his senses. He looked down and saw the water in Ning Xi's hand. wristband.

Ying Yuchen held the water glass and pushed him: "Xi, haven't you quit basketball?"

Ning Xi squeezed the wristband she was wearing, and said without blushing, "Keep warm."

Seeing his calm look, Ying and Chen couldn't help but tease: "Which girl bought it for you?"

Ning Xi supported the stool and sat down, put his hands on the table: "Xing Cheng."

A sip of water almost didn't come out, Ying Yuchen patted his chest, took a breath, blinked his eyes and said, "Pretend I didn't ask."

In the following week, Ning Xi ushered in the first full-year mock exam in the third year of high school, with a regular schedule and less time to go to the stadium, so the traveling stopped for a while.

Unable to sleep at night, he went to lie down by the window and saw that the light in his brother's window was off, so he got into bed and slept soundly.

As autumn came, short sleeves became long sleeves, but Ning Xi occasionally flicked up the cuffs, and Xing Cheng naturally saw the wristbands his brother was wearing.

The wristband Xingcheng bought is very narrow, dark blue, with a ticked logo on it, which is pleasing to the eye no matter how you look at it.

There is a desire in Xing Cheng's heart that is about to break out of the ground, and every night under the cool light of Ning Xi's window, it grows crazily.

Ning Xi's hands can dribble fancy balls, slam dunks, hold fresh taro milk, write flowers with a clever pen, and write down formulas...

Definitely, definitely, very good.

Early October.

During the National Day, the third year of high school was closed for two or three days. The homeroom teacher felt sorry for the students, and several homeroom teachers pooled money to buy snacks for the students to distribute welfare, each with a bag of lime-flavored potato chips and a bottle of Chengdu old yogurt.

Ning Xi took it and looked at it for a while, then walked out of the classroom.

There was a commotion in the science class next door, probably something happened to Ying Yuchen, Ning Xi was stopped by Ying Yuchen before he could turn his head to take a look.

Ying Yuchen held a bag of beef jerky in his hand, and stuffed it into Ning Xi's arms: "Please eat meat!"

Ning Xi hugged the bag and asked him, "Where did you come from?"

Ying Yuchen smiled very happily, and still held a few bags in his hand: "I bought it, the whole class has it, but I have to give you a bag, take it and eat."

Ning Xi nodded in thanks, Ying Yuchen glanced at the bag of potato chips and a bottle of yogurt in his hand, and Ying Yuchen pulled his arm: "Who are you giving it to?"

Seeing that Ning Xi was silent, Ying Yuchen grabbed another bag and stuffed it in Ning Xi's place, wrinkled his nose, lowered his voice, and said, "Give Xing Cheng a portion for me? You eat this bag yourself. Don't give anything to your brother..."

His thoughts were seen through at once, and Ning Xi only now realized that Ying Yuchen was an individual. He bit his lower lip and said firmly, "I didn't say it was for Xing Cheng."

Ying Yuchen shook his head, he simply thought that Ning Xi was too kind to his younger brother, but he didn't think about it at a deeper level, Ning Xi's attitude made him a little confused.

Ning Xi seemed to have stopped talking to Chen, and felt herself getting darker and darker, holding three bags of food, standing in the corridor, once the autumn wind passed, her hot face felt cold.

After saying goodbye to Ying and Chen, Ning Xi took some food and went to the second year of high school. In the early morning, she leaned against the back door of the second year classroom and took a look at the classroom. Most of the students in the ordinary class were sleeping.

Occasionally, a few people got up to pick up water, bleary-eyed, yawning, and looked not sober.

Cheng Cheng is tall, sitting in the last row, he is leaning against the wall and sleeping, and his deskmate Ren Mei is also sleeping.

Ning Xi held her breath and acted very carefully.

He put the bag of snacks on the ground at the foot of the ride, and stuffed the yogurt into the drawer of the ride.

When Xing Cheng woke up, he almost stepped on it without paying attention. The teacher above was still lecturing, so he didn't dare to make too much noise, so he rubbed his eyes, feeling tired.

He felt that some girl might have sent it to him again, and he looked at it with his hands. The more he looked, the hungrier he became, and he lay on the table, feeling that he still couldn't eat.

Ren Mei also woke up, grabbed a bag and looked at it, sighed: "Damn it, which girl gave it to me?"

His sound made the male student in the front seat who had just come back from the office to turn his head to look at it, and his gossip was aroused at this glance: "Only in the third year of high school, is she a senior?"

As soon as Xing Cheng heard the word "senior year", he stepped on his tail: "Fuck, Mei Ren, do you think it's my brother..."

Ren Mei was quite curious at first, but when Xing Cheng said this, she felt that he was either drunk or delusional, she didn't even bother to roll her eyes, and sneered: "Do you think it's possible, you didn't wake up, did you? "

After thinking about it for a while, Xing Cheng sighed, feeling as if he couldn't open his eyes, and stuffed everything into the drawer: "It's not big, forget it."

The buddy in the front seat heard about Xing Cheng's brother, and quickly came up to him: "Hey, Xing Cheng, let me tell you about your brother!"

When Xing Cheng heard it, he woke up from a doze: "Hurry up!"

The teacher on the podium ignored them and handed out the papers for me to do. The front seat grabbed the book and came over to block it, and whispered: "I heard that the team that played in the regional competition last time was asking about Ning Xi..."

Xing Cheng calmly said: "Find out what my brother is doing?"

Ren Mei was speechless by the side, and when Xing Cheng encountered his brother's matter, his brain short-circuited: "Last time, they could have won, but your brother played for you and beat them to death!"

The teacher sitting by the podium and reading a book finally couldn't take it anymore, and he was also a newcomer. When he glanced over here, he could only see Xing Cheng, who was famous throughout the grades, and the teacher beat the table: "Xing Cheng!"

Ren Mei quickly picked up a book and covered Xing Cheng's face, coughing to cover up her embarrassment, while muttering: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."

This matter has become a temporary unsolved case.

After school at noon and the National Day holiday, the teaching area of ​​the third year of the teaching building is still lit.

Xing Cheng stood downstairs for a while with his schoolbag on his back, staring at the door of Ning Xi's classroom...

He may have only watched it for two or three minutes, when a figure appeared beside the railing of the corridor in the teaching area of ​​the third year of high school.

So far apart, upstairs and downstairs, Ning Xi was wearing a blue school uniform, her skin was very fair, walking from one end of the corridor to the other...

Covered by the railing, Ning Xi only showed her shoulders and head, and Xing Cheng recognized it at a glance.

Ning Xi just went to help the class representatives hand in homework, holding a stack of workbooks in her hand.

As soon as he stepped out of the classroom door, and within a few steps, his eyes involuntarily glanced downstairs.

It doesn't matter if you don't catch a glimpse, once you glance at him, you can see Xing Cheng carrying a bag and wearing a basketball uniform, standing downstairs, looking up at him.

Both of them stayed.

There are groups of students next to them, chatting and laughing with each other, leaving the teaching building one after another.

Ning Xi seemed to be unable to see them.

What he had to admit was that at that moment, he had the urge to jump down like that.

He even felt that Xing Cheng could catch him.

In a daze, before returning to his senses, Ning Xi looked at Xing Cheng standing downstairs and waved to him.

Ning Xi also waved.

Xingcheng, good afternoon.

……

During the National Day holiday, Xingcheng didn't go out with his family to play outside. He said that he would be in his third year of high school next year, and his grades were poor, so he had to go to Ning Xi with a book to make up a lesson.

Xing Cheng's father scolded Xing Cheng while watching the anti-Japanese drama: "Can you stop making trouble for Brother Ning Xi?"

The next day, his father, his mother, and a group of donkey friends drove to the Tibetan area in a big Hummer, taking the Sichuan-Tibet line to play in Ganzi Prefecture.

Xingcheng is particularly yearning for those holy tourist places in Tibet that he has never been to, but he wants to take Ning Xi there.

In the field with Ning Xi, blowing the wind, running, drinking highland barley wine, watching cattle and sheep grazing, the sky is vast and vast...

When night fell, the two of them set up a tent, watched the stars by the fire outside, posted warm babies to his brother, brought a book, and told ghost stories to his brother every night.

Let his brother hug him to sleep in fear.

In the next few days, of course, Xingcheng didn't bother his brother.

He wakes up at seven or eight every morning for morning exercises, still supervises his brother to eat at the gate of the community, and picks it up at the school gate after eating, reluctantly watching his brother enter the school, and then runs home to read.

Sending Ning Xi off once, Xing Cheng can finish five pages of practice questions in one go.

After finishing homework for a day, Xing Cheng ran to the court with his arms around his arms to play in the afternoon. If there was no work to pick up black ball during the holiday, he went to the street court to practice his skills first.

After a few rounds of running, Xing Cheng was still the most handsome star on the field.

Such a tall and big boy is immersed in a two-way secret love without knowing it, and he is in a very good mood, thinking that even if it is his own wishful thinking, it is worth it.

The more you bear for Ning Xi, the more comfortable the ride will be.

In the evening, when Ning Xi got off for evening self-study, he would go to pick him up after walking. Sometimes he would ride a small yellow car and drive around in front of his brother. Ning Xi would give him a blank look.

Along the way, it became Xing Cheng riding a bicycle, Ning Xi was walking, but Xing Cheng rode slower than he walked, going round and round, always circling around Ning Xi, not daring to go too fast, not daring to slow down .

He felt that he was like a knight guarding the prince, only he had a shield in his hand.

Xing Cheng thought for a long time, the night wind blew over his face, hesitantly said: "Hey, brother, today a senior sister sent me potato chips..."

Ning Xi didn't say a word, she put her hands in her pockets and continued walking.

Xing Cheng rode his bicycle around Ning Xi again: "It tastes like lime, it's quite delicious!"

In fact, he didn't even open the pack of lime chips.

Xing Cheng pedaled forward, smiled brightly, and lowered his voice again: "Brother, there is only beef jerky in the science class in the third year of high school, should I be in the class of Chen and his class..."

Ning Xi stopped abruptly, and Xing Cheng also slammed on the brakes, almost falling headlong.

Ning Xi didn't even bother to raise her eyelids, and Ning Xi's heart was on fire, and she glanced at him coldly: "Is the yogurt delicious?"

After speaking, he raised his legs and left, the thin and tall figure cast a hot outline in Xing Cheng's eyes.

"I rely on!"

He understood in an instant, and he couldn't believe his guess. He felt that he could ride around the Chengdu ring again, and he was in a good mood. He rang the bell and kicked forward: "Brother!"

Not long after chasing forward, Ning Xi was escorted to arrive, Xing Cheng followed into the community, and stood at the door of Ning Xi's house, wanting to enter.

He felt that he had to ask clearly about this matter, and if he was unclear, he would send something to himself. What does his brother mean?

Ning Xi slammed the door tightly: "You fucking go upstairs."

Xingcheng refused, and got stuck with one arm: "You can make it clear today, did you send it?"

Ning Xi had a cold face, her fingernails were so painful that her palms hurt: "Xing Cheng, you go home..."

"There is no one in my house today!"

Xingcheng felt that he couldn't be softer towards his brother, and his voice became a little tougher: "Either I go in and sit down, or you come up with me."

Seeing that he was about to get stuck, Ning Xi scolded anxiously, "Why, I just don't want to owe you!"

The cigarette butts that were smoked all over the living room last night were not swept away, and they also smoked when they came back at noon today. If Xing Cheng saw it, no one would want to stop tonight!

Xingcheng didn't even know that he wanted to smoke, even if this habit had been there since the end of the third year of high school...

Ning Xi was in a hurry, seeing that Xing Cheng was getting closer and closer to him, he held back his breath, and tried his best to hide back, for fear that Xing Cheng would smell something.

In Xing Cheng's eyes, this movement became hiding.

He really couldn't bear it any longer, reached out his hand to grab Ning Xi's shoulder, and brought her forward: "Why are you panicking..."

Nose touch, hot blend, the refreshing breath on Ning Xi's body is no longer in memory, now in the enclosed space, the smell of tobacco on the neckline has not escaped the sense of smell.

Xing Cheng grabbed Ning Xi's hand, grabbed it firmly, squeezed his fingers, and moved closer to the tip of his nose...

He was in the team with a group of boys every day, hung out in the street court, fought in groups when he was in junior high school, and took a few sticks in Xing Cheng. Although he didn't have that addiction, he was too familiar with the smell.

Ning Xi lay in his arms panting.

He was extremely unwilling to let Xing Cheng see this side of himself.

Turned off all the lights at night, sitting alone on the tile floor in the living room, smoking, eyes full of white fog.

Taking a sip, I can see my childhood self, carefree, holding [-] cents to buy potatoes to eat, when wandering in the community, I was asked by Xiaozhi, brother, have you eaten potatoes... …

He obviously ate it, but he still pretended to be calm and said, no.

Even if the oil around his mouth was not wiped clean, he still had to eat another potato bought by his brother.

Take another sip, and you can see the dead father, the mother before giving birth to a younger brother, and the unfinished college entrance examination papers.

Ning Xi was still panting.

Cheng Cheng grabbed his hand, stuck his thigh between his legs, hugged him, entered the door, and wanted to turn on the light in the living room.

After pressing it a few times, it couldn't be opened at all, and Xing Cheng was in a hurry, hugging Ning Xi, smelling the smell of smoke, his arms were restrained by Ning Xi and couldn't move.

At this moment, the intimidating power of walking seriously is still enough to bluff people, just staring at his brother with four or five points of sharp eyes: "Brother, turn on the light."

Xing Cheng frantically pressed it a few times, but still couldn't open it.

Ning Xi lowered her head, tightly clutching the corner of Xing Cheng's clothes in her palm.

"Don't press it, the light will be broken long ago."

He looked at Xing Cheng's worried and depressed eyes, his heart was pierced so hard that he couldn't breathe, and suddenly felt that he had broken down a long time ago.

Really bad.