The sound of rain surrounds the beam

The address Jiang Bosheng left was the hotel where Ouyang Li first came to D City last year. The suites usually have a guest room. Jiang Bosheng felt that it was not suitable, so he made an appointment with Chen Ziyou at the old place - the familiar Qing Bar.

The reunion also bears some traces of the years, but due to the lack of awareness of the transitional period, Jiang Bosheng's impression of him remains as a teenager with a thorny back in high school who is not easy to provoke, and he secretly prepares himself for quarrels. stopped.

——Chen Ziyou has changed too much.

The long night in the urban area was bustling with crowds, Chen Ziyou stood under the lights of the forest, his figure was thin due to the dim light, with his fingers holding the cigarette in his mouth, he looked calm and indifferent.

The Qing bar is less particular, relatively quiet, and suitable for talking.

Jiang Bosheng let out a long sigh of relief: "I sent you a text message, did you see it?"

Chen Ziyou held a small bottle of fine wine: "I see."

The other party answered again: "You didn't go back."

Chen Zi Youen didn't bother to ask such nonsense: "Ang."

There were no quarrels or conflicts of guesswork, and the time ticked very slowly. The two chatted about a series of irrelevant trivial matters. Chen Ziyou didn't come to quarrel, and his tone was flat, but he was not impatient.

Jiang Bosheng's emotion came from the bottom of his heart: "You have changed a lot."

"It's okay, you didn't know me very well at first." Chen Ziyou put his glasses back on his nose, and said indifferently: "You are so anxious to find me today just to reminisce about the past? No need to follow the procedure, just say what you have to say."

He couldn't think of any big things that would be worth Jiang Bosheng's trip all the way from City U. He was distracted when he heard Jiang Bosheng say, "Aunt passed away."

"Oh." Chen Ziyou stared at the crack on the corner of the table, and responded flatly: "When?"

Jiang Bosheng observed his expression, and continued: "On August [-]th, the hospital contacted her close relatives, and not long after, they contacted me again. The two sons refused to leave because they were abroad, and you didn't hear from me, so I decided on my own. , first arranged the funeral for my aunt, who was buried the day before yesterday."

Chen Ziyou asked again: "What about the treatment expenses in the middle?"

"I helped to cushion it." Jiang Bosheng said.

I really got the result I was eager for, and I can't talk about much relief.

There is only a few years left to live, and the stepmother has been busy all her life and ended up with no one to die, and the person she dreamed of when she was a teenager is still helping him support the family and deal with their family's messy affairs in their thirties.

Thinking of this, Chen Ziyou's mood was quite crowded and irritable.

But if time goes back to April's birthday, Chen Ziyou will still make the same choice, ignoring, deleting, and dying are irrelevant.

Even at this moment, it was inevitable to flash through my mind - if Jiang Bosheng hadn't come, maybe I could get rid of these things.

"Okay, I'll thank you for her son, don't expect them to be human anymore, tell me how much the medical expenses are." Chen Ziyou raised his eyes: "That's all you want to say, right?"

Jiang Bosheng met his gaze: "The cemetery is not far away, don't you want to say goodbye?"

The probing, which was not serious but not serious, completely pushed Chen Ziyou to the boiling point: "Bo Sheng, it's almost over."

The irritability couldn't be suppressed, and he didn't want to suppress it: "A good person is addicted to doing it? It's fine if other people say that, don't you know how she treated me in those years? Or do you think I deserve to be humiliated? I was 800 years earlier I just want to ask, what is your peace of mind?"

Chen Ziyou's tone was sharp, and his eyes gradually turned red: "What's the point of her raising her two sons so hard? It's a wolf-hearted thing. Does anyone care when she dies? The room is mine, and the steamed bun of human blood gnaws on me." At the end of the day, even the friend who sent her to die is fucking mine!"

"You too, and she too, at what height are you talking to me about this, and you're not me fucking."

It's been a long time since he got so angry, the soot shook off and burned a hole in his heart.

Don't blame him for being extreme.

Chen Ziyou once paranoidly thought that only Jiang Bosheng could save him during those worst days.

After the death of their father, some sources of income were lost. They moved once and lived in a six-story residential building.

The sound insulation of the whole building is poor. Jiang Bosheng is a neighbor across from his new home, and because he wants to be quiet, he has been living alone.Later, they met at school by chance, and the other party came forward to say hello, and it was only then that Chen Ziyou knew that they were in the same school.

The new neighbor was kind and nice to him, closer than his half-brother.

This kind of warmth and intimacy is extremely rare in Chen Ziyou's ignorant adolescence. Gradually, he changed from defensive to gentle, giving birth to a lot of unnecessary softness, and his feelings for Jiang Bosheng gradually became complicated and sticky.

The senior one and senior three of Mengda High School are not in the same building, and there is a wall of holly shrubs on both sides, but it can't stop the students at all.Chen Ziyou's school uniform had been scraped by the bent rusty nails at the door of his class more than ten times, and he still ran to the senior three classrooms every now and then.

In the winter of the freshman year of high school, there was a strange heavy snowfall in City D.

On weekends, Jiang Bosheng went home as usual, Chen Ziyou said that he would not come back, but somehow he came back again, went upstairs to the corner, and saw Jiang Bosheng talking with his stepmother at the door, talking and laughing happily, coaxing the woman into joy.

"My mother sent two boxes of dried persimmons from my family. There are too many for one person to eat. I'll bring some later."

"Ziyou? He is actually very smart, and his grades in school are also very good, but he is a little irritable. It is not difficult to get into a good university."

"He's still young. It's normal for him to be young and rebellious. Ziyou is my friend. I will take care of him at school. Don't worry, Auntie."

Immediately, Chen Ziyou felt an indescribable shock.

In Jiang Bosheng's eyes, the pain experienced and the hope stripped from it are just a necessary period of adolescence, a negative emotion caused by exaggerated correction, and it is too ridiculous and unworthy to presumptuously use friends as deductions.

It's not Chen Ziyou's fault, or even Jiang Bosheng's fault, but it's hard for him not to vent his anger on others, and at the same time feel disgusted with his gentle and sensible neighbor.

And once a prejudice is formed, it is not so easy to let go.

The goodwill was stifled as soon as it was born. So far, Chen Ziyou can't tell whether the dead is love or not. It's been too long, he forgot, and who knows.

Instead of being merciless, it brought out the strange familiarity in Jiang Bosheng's memory. He shook his head and said, "You are not a child anymore, and I really don't want to be forced by anyone, but the past is in the past, isn't my aunt gone? It’s nothing more than a formality.”

With the familiar tone and the same persuasion, Chen Ziyou seemed to be walking back to the corner of the old residential area, tightening his five fingers on the railing, sticking a palm of accumulated ash, and freezing from head to toe.

After a while, Chen Ziyou answered his words: "It is true that I am not a child anymore, but I am not God. If I am forgiven, I will be reborn in bliss. I can't save her, I can't make it through, and no one can save her. She owes me, death It's all owed to me."

It is true that Chen Ziyou is very popular, and it is true that his bones are hard. Let the scenery around him go and stay, and there are only a few people who really talk to each other.There are former classmates, more of a natural relationship.

It has something to do with the things he experienced when he was young, Chen Ziyou is quite resistant to the word friend.

General and empty, no matter whether you give your heart or not, it is a necessary talking point for a good interpersonal relationship, and it is a condition for becoming a friend.

At that time, I lived too extreme, young and frivolous, full of thorns, and later encountered a lot of troubles, and slowly figured out some things-until I couldn't find a better word to describe a relationship, friends really worked.

He seldom finds himself boring. Xu Yao said that he is not a human being when he is calm, like a big earthquake and still detached from Tokyo TV, which broadcasts cartoons.

Chen Ziyou smiled and said nothing.

He had a wisdom tooth in college, but he didn't talk about it. He dragged it until the whole row of teeth was swollen and painful, so he went to the hospital to extract the tooth. He had five stitches, and the blood hole was blocked for a day.

In the middle of the night, when he couldn't sleep at night with his swollen cheeks, Chen Ziyou suddenly realized that it was better to compete with himself than the ten yuan a bunch of roasted gluten at the school gate.

——Because it's really useless, after becoming independent, Chen Ziyou seldom takes anything seriously, there are no conditions for self-will, and it's common for him to lose his mind.

The heart is such a big place, you can't put everything in it.

Before dawn, the rain fell in a thick and dense manner.

The rain was rushing, and the swaying sycamore leaves were faintly shadowed. Ouyang Li was still sleeping in his own bed, closed his eyes and turned over with a muffled groan, and almost rolled off the sofa.

He actually slept on the sofa all night.

The light complements the brightness, and rainy days are always so peaceful that people feel drowsy. Ouyang Li has to go to school for a meeting at 10:30, so he has no choice but to give up the idea of ​​going back to sleep and get up to wash up.

The face in the mirror is almost unreadable, it is rare for Dashuai to be so unrefined.Ouyang Li checked the stubble that had grown overnight, and resignedly picked up the razor.

Nobody put a blanket over him, turned down the volume on the TV, and he thought it was a miracle that he could sleep until dawn.

The temperature dropped quietly at night, and his stiff shoulders and slight headache all reminded him not to do such a silly thing as waiting for someone on the sofa overnight.

Before the meeting started, a new colleague came over to introduce himself. Yan Han had just graduated from university, and it was rumored that his family had a background, the youngest son of a certain chaebol, and was arranged to enter the attached high school as soon as he graduated.

However, Yan Han himself has no ambitions. He is tall and quick-witted, with a lively conversation that doesn't match his name, and his demeanor is as bright as a teenager.After a round of greetings, he obediently went back and sat down. Ouyang Li didn't care too much about what was there, and he had a good impression of him.

There was still nothing to talk about in the routine meeting. Yan Han next to him had nimble fingers and turned out many tricks with a pen. Ouyang Li found it interesting, so he looked at it for a long time calmly.

Opposite Xu Yao was sitting on pins and needles, she knocked on the table and smashed the recessed hole like a mania, and almost took out her mobile phone to send a message to Chen Ziyou: What are you doing!Your husband is going to run away! ! !

The meeting came to an end in the afternoon, Ouyang Li was in low spirits, rejected the lunch invitation from his colleagues, turned depression into appetite, and spent huge sums of money to go to the gourmet street to buy more than one person could eat and take home.

Only one door was locked, and someone had come back earlier than him.

Brushing off the wet corners of his clothes, he entered the door lightly, and the slippers made a crackling sound.Chen Ziyou stood on the balcony of the small kitchen, all he could see was his back, but Ouyang Li knew that he was smoking.

He pretended to be kind and said, "Remember to turn on the ventilation fan next time, otherwise the wallpaper will leave dirt."

The window bolt was closed, and Ouyang Li took one away without waiting for the other party to speak. He skillfully set the fire and then threw the lighter back to the original place, smiling slightly: "Who said smoking is harmful to health?"

Chen Ziyou exhaled a puff of smoke, and grinned: "I quit before, and I couldn't hold back the pressure. After smoking this one, I will stop smoking."

"I thought the same way when I smoked the last one." Ouyang Li flicked off the cigarette ash: "By the way, I forgot to ask last night, when did you come back?"

"I didn't reply, I was delayed by something." Chen Ziyou asked, "What about you, where did you go? Is that Li Li looking for you again?"

"Well, I don't have many friends in City D, you know that." Ouyang Li lied without changing his face.When he put out the cigarette and walked out sideways, he accidentally rubbed Chen Ziyou's shoulder: "Want to eat? I bought a lot of fried skewers, and there will be leftovers if I can't finish them."

"Mr. Ouyang."

Chen Ziyou called out, then turned around, impetuousness that could not be calmed down was written on his face, as if he had lost a battle, poking his weakness.

"—Anything is fine, is there anything you want to tell me?"

The two sentences before and after have nothing to do with each other, driven by Chen Ziyou's never-so-strong emotions, Ouyang Li was stunned for a moment, had to move his eyes to avoid distraction, and became more and more panicked in his heart.

Ouyang Li was awkwardly indifferent, and really wanted to ask you what else you want me to say.

——Is it because I know that you haven't returned overnight, or am I not even qualified to ask questions?

This energy has been twisted since yesterday, and the confession planned for half a month is stuck there, and I can't say anything. The wound left by Jiang Bosheng has not healed, it is fresh, and it is clearly painful, and it will not be close for a while.

Ouyang Li was frightened, threw half of the cigarette into the trash can, and smiled wryly calmly:

"No."