The sound of rain surrounds the beam

For dinner, I found a noodle soup restaurant. The boss and the teachers of the attached middle school were familiar with each other, so he refused to accept the money. Chen Ziyou put the money under the calculator on the counter, and took two bottles of soda from the refrigerator. The glass bottles were crystal clear and put them on the table. There were two crisp sounds.

The spring night is warm and joyful, the moon rises very high, and not far away, the entire row of classrooms in the third year of high school is lit up, and there are clusters of hopes hidden in boxes of light grids.

Celebrating birthdays is nothing more than a trivial matter. Chen Ziyou spends his days at school to get together with friends, and his life is quite lazy and casual. He is not a core figure in the social circle, but his popularity is not bad.

This year the scene is different. Xu Yao followed the navigation and opened a Chinese restaurant under the name of a five-star hotel. The environment is elegant and the privacy is well done. door.

Before all the people arrived, she glanced around and found that they were all familiar faces. Xu Yao took off her coat and sat down: "Where is it, why didn't I see anyone."

"Aren't we human?" Zhou Tianhai squeezed his eyes and asked, "Who set up the game today? Pay off the game, and burn the money to make the line so big. I will hang out with him a lot in the future. It is too important to hug the thighs .”

"I'm also curious," Cai Xujin said, "I called Lao Chen the day before yesterday and asked if I would like to book a seat according to the old rules. He asked me so late that I might as well not ask. I was so angry that I almost didn't come today."

"So arrogant, Lao Cai, if I were you, I would definitely not waste this meal." Wu Ci glanced at the time: "Xiao Zheng hasn't arrived yet, wait for him for a while?"

"He said he just got off the expressway, let us eat first and don't have to wait."

Halfway through the dishes, Chu Zheng came late. He had just handed in his last project, and after finishing it, he slept in the studio and fell asleep in the dark. When he woke up, he drove directly to City D. The first thing he said when he entered the door was: "Hey, Senior, have you changed your gender?"

"You won't eat after the transfer?" Chen Ziyou said, "It's just right, save some money for others."

Chu Zheng also laughed: "That must not be possible."

Everyone here knows that Chen Ziyou doesn't pay much attention to these things, it doesn't matter, he can eat spicy soup.Xu Yao understood, and whispered: "Teacher Ouyang ordered it?"

Chen Ziyou nodded and admitted: "Ang, he said that the annual card that his friend gave him is not for nothing."

"...I can go here, but where can I find this kind of friend?"

There is a sense of ritual, which makes your roommate want to give you a sense of ritual.

According to Ouyang Li's usual style of doing things, there must be presents, cakes, and some small surprises necessary to mobilize the atmosphere. To come to it vigorously, a documentary literature of silent men and women's tears is the highest ideal of romantics.

The old man counts down every day at home, making it look like celebrating his ninth birthday.It's a pity that the luck is not good, and the veteran cadres want to help the second year of senior high school to watch the evening self-study, so they can only regret their absence.

Chen Ziyou's cell phone was at hand, so it was convenient to look back at the occasional harassing messages from the boring people who studied at night, so Chen Ziyou noticed that the screen lit up almost at the same time as the text message was sent.

——If possible, if he knew in advance, Chen Ziyou would definitely shut down the phone in advance and throw it as far away as possible.

The screen lighted up briefly, and there were a few sporadic words lying on it:

[Aunt is critically ill and wants to see you. ]

Unfamiliar number, belonging to U city.

Before Jiang Bosheng left, he had given him his cell phone number, but Chen Ziyou didn't save it, let alone contact him, but he was so confused that he could recall a few numbers at a glance.

To a certain extent, Jiang Bosheng represents the boyhood he broke with, and when he thinks of it, all kinds of things inevitably flash across; his father's funeral, his stepmother's excessive criticism, and too many things stuck in his throat.

Chen Ziyou only took one look, then looked away, picked up a bamboo shoot with his chopsticks without changing his face, and remained silent for a while, the sudden emotion was still not suppressed.

"Why go?" Chu Zheng called to stop him.

Chen Ziyou fished a lighter from the table: "You guys eat, I'll smoke a cigarette."

Cai Xujin put down the wine glass: "Why are you still smoking? Haven't you quit smoking for more than three years?"

Chen Ziyou said it seriously: "You think for yourself that you have asked too much, and you are not allowed to pick it up after you quit."

Smoking was just a cover, he desperately needed an excuse to escape.But apparently no one cares about it right now, and the sudden push and change of cups soon overwhelmed the sound of closing the door.

Annual card benefits, the entire corridor was empty.The smoking room was the last one at the end, Chen Ziyou randomly found a window position, and sat there without taking out the cigarette case.

The text message forgot to slide away, and it hung brightly at the top of the notification bar. The meaning could not be understood again——ask him to go home, ask him to compromise, ask him to put aside his grievances, and make a reconciliation with the dying person.

As one of the few insiders who knew about Chen Ziyou's family situation, it's not hard to imagine Jiang Bosheng's position in sending these words.Chen Ziyou understood, not even surprised.

But on self-examination, he couldn't do it.

Chen Ziyou experienced a family reorganization after his mother's early death. He had two more unrelated brothers and became the youngest son in the family.

When he was a teenager, his stepmother treated him harshly. When he moved in junior high school, he moved his room directly from the front bedroom to the study. It is not an exaggeration to say that he was abused in terms of behavior.His father was an alcoholic, and his relationship was not even close.

His father died the year he graduated from junior high school, and then Chen Ziyou was admitted to the attached high school, resolutely left the city where he grew up, took a part-time job in college to support himself, and settled in City D after graduating from a master's degree, and never returned to that home.

No one knows whether it is luck or misfortune to experience parting too early and choose a stable life.

Ten years is enough for Chen Ziyou to sort out the past peacefully, restrain his sharpness and mature day by day, but it is meaningless, but the sharpness in his bones has not been erased, and Shen Xin would scold the street just thinking about it.

When I think I am mature, and I have exhausted almost one-third of my life, I still want to be childish and never communicate with each other.

The human heart is beating, and it is alive with flesh and blood.Even if the scattered pain is covered with dust, discarded in a corner, the surface is covered with rust, and it will still be uncomfortable to uproot it.

It's ridiculous, freshman Chen Ziyou changed his number, the two sides cut off contact, and his family also acquiesced in his departure.The mobile phone number that the stepmother left in her hand has not been changed, and she couldn't get through ten years ago. When she wants to see her again, she has to turn around and ask Jiang Bosheng to ask.

A great boredom and exhaustion swept over him.

Pulling black seemed hypocritical, he didn't need to bother about such things, Chen Ziyou pointed twice, and swipe left to delete.

After drinking for three rounds, the two people's teachers have classes tomorrow, and they left early and went back to their respective homes. Chen Ziyou carried Xu Yao, who was drunk, and watched them get into the car one by one.

Xu Yao drank a lot, and her voice was twice as loud as usual: "Hey, you came here by car too, why don't you call and let Teacher Ouyang pick you up?"

Chen Ziyou skillfully called the substitute driver: "It's okay, Lao Ou has been tired recently, let him rest, the driving is irregular, and the co-pilot is crying."

"..."

After the night wind blew, Xu Yao's brain twitched: "Okay, it's good, it's really good, I don't know where you two have developed, let's make do, and you can still get away."

He soaked in the distiller's lees for a while, his consciousness and behavior were not quite under control, and he jumped back after muttering: "What's the matter with you, are you together? There's nothing to hurry up, so many female teachers in the school are worried about others Well, I worked hard all day to block the cabinet door for you, and I don’t thank you..."

"No one tells you to block, don't be smart."

Chen Ziyou was still awake, and calmly said in the dense night: "Outsiders should not get involved in the matter between me and him."

Evening self-study ends at 10:30. Ouyang Li's shoulders have been hurting for the past two days.

After a night of hunger, the bean curd and rice noodles I had been thinking about were gone, and a box of mapo tofu was lying alone on the shelf of the convenience store.

The two walked back to the apartment. When Chen Ziyou opened the door, the bento had been warmed up in the microwave for a while, and the living room was quietly lit.

The person on the sofa buried half of his head into the pillow, revealing his beautiful neckline, quietly closed his eyes, and lay on his side.

Chen Ziyou walked over and touched the back of his hand habitually. It was half-warm, not much better than the temperature when he came back from the outside.

Because of the alcohol, his palm was very hot, and when he approached it, he slowly pressed it together. Ouyang Li's fingers were long and thin, with protruding sharp knuckles piercing his palm. Chen Ziyou didn't care, and squeezed his fingers between them. Until it is tight and seamless, every inch fits.

Only the clock is ticking.

Ouyang Li didn't know when he opened his eyes. Perhaps Chen Ziyou's grip was too tight, and the back of his hands had already started to get damp; or maybe he wanted to scare the other party on a whim, but he was caught breathing because of Chen Ziyou's movements.

The surroundings are bright, and his eyes are also clear, unlike the one who just woke up ignorantly.

Chen Ziyou crouched in front of him, a small shadow was hidden in the eyes that caught his gaze, and there was an indescribable sadness.

With just a single expression, Ouyang Li's heart tightened, and an indescribable pain surged up in an instant. He really wanted to do something, so he clenched his fingers slightly.

It was an extremely tender and gentle gesture, the silent long-term gaze was accompanied by some inexplicable chemical reactions, about as long as a century, Chen Ziyou showed an apologetic smile, and kissed his mouth with an arc.

The force of the fall was exceptionally gentle, the tip of the tongue carefully brushed the undefended lip line, and licked/kissed carefully.

There is no deeper, no tricks, the two lips can not be called a shallow touch of concentration, and the sweet taste vaguely tastes like Hokkaido cheese tart.

The other party is a habitual criminal who steals snacks. The old man is fine to talk to others, but others teach him not to. He eats too much sweets, it seems that this person tastes sweet.

Chen Ziyou didn't want him to smell of alcohol, so he let go in a moment.

After tasting the kiss, Ouyang Li still felt suffocated, and his chest heaved violently twice.

"Not asleep?" Chen Ziyou hooked his hands inward.

"No, just close your eyes when you're tired." Ouyang Li realized that their hands were still holding each other, and he shook them to keep them from pulling away. He raised his eyes and said, "Are you planning to let go?"

Chen Ziyou didn't reply.

"What's the matter?" Ouyang Li was worried after doing some brainstorming on his own: "Back pain? Stomach pain from drinking too much? The cake is not delicious? Or is your birthday unhappy? Do you want me to make you a cup of honey water?"

"Why don't you talk?" He called out again: "Mr. Chen?"

After staring at each other for a long time, Ouyang Li was sure that he was not drunk, but Chen Ziyou seemed to have turned off his five senses, neither listening, seeing, nor answering, trying to get by by being a rascal.

With a tacit understanding, Ouyang Li saw Chen Ziyou's depression from the details, and instead of breaking free and pulling out his fingers, he asked a simple question: "Okay, did you feel happier after the kiss?"

"It seems to be better."

This time Chen Ziyou actually heard it. He bowed down and turned his wrist while pressing down, inserting the front of his fingers into the gap between his fingers, changing it into interlocking fingers, a childish coquettish behavior.

When the phone rings, no one cares about it, the stars, the moon, or anything else.

Ouyang Li hesitantly approached, his red lips jerkyly tapped the middle of Chen Ziyou's lips.

Buy one get one free, click and make up again, the smell of cheese tart rubs against the alcohol-stained lower lip, Ouyang Li's ears are already flushed, but it is rare to be honest and soft:

"I hope Mr. Chen will be happier, more dignified, and never be disturbed by troubles."

Chen Ziyou looked at him steadfastly, putting away his habitual laxity, the trembling in his heart couldn't be calmed down for a long time, and he went to squeeze his fingers again: "It's just right, I haven't made a wish yet."

tbc.

The author says:

I just wanted to have a hand kiss, but Dad couldn't control them(.)