Steps

Sunlight crept in through the gaps in the curtains, I pressed the alarm clock that was making noise, and touched it, the bed next to me was already cold.

When school was over, I passed the steps and saw him.

I forcibly dragged him to the hair salon. He was reluctant to go in at first, so I sighed and said, "You should repay me for not giving you food yesterday." Finally followed me into the hair salon.

There is a hairdresser who knows me in this hair salon. A few years ago, he had a brain cramp and suddenly wanted to become a killer. When he came here to dye my hair, the hairdresser asked me what color I dyed?I say, all colors come in one!

As a result, my mother found out and shaved her head.

Ah Mo sat in front of the mirror after washing his hair, and the barber asked him how to cut it?I suddenly remembered that Ah Mo couldn't speak, so I replied for him: "It's up to you."

The cut was finished soon, and the barber took the hair dryer to dry my hair. After I paid the bill, we left the barber shop.He said thank you to me with his lips.I suddenly pulled his shoulder, he didn't know why.

I said: "Let me see." Looking back at this moment, I feel that it is a scene that will never be forgotten in my life.

The setting sun hit his body, casting a layer of gentle light on him. He looked at me blankly, and the fresh and soft short hair that had just been cut was lifted by the breeze.

I couldn't help rubbing his head.

It was the end of summer and the beginning of autumn, with beautiful weather and beautiful scenery.

The person in front of me is also very good.

Every day after school, he would sit on the steps and wait for me, and I would take Ah Mo to eat something good.I didn't find that he has other hobbies, except that he loves to eat.Maybe it's because I haven't eaten for a long time.Other people's mouths are used for eating and talking, but he lacks one function compared to others, and can only make up for it in eating.

If there are people in the family, we go our separate ways after the meal.I asked him before, where is he going?He didn't speak, just waved to me and left.If there is no one at home, I will take him home to watch TV with me and do my homework.But often it's the latter.

When I do my homework at night, he always sits quietly next to me, sometimes he will flip through one or two books in my bookcase, or just sit beside me, I think he is reading Looking at me, in fact he was just in a daze, or looking at my test paper.Once at night, I complained to him about too much homework, and then babbled about this thing to be used tomorrow, that thing to be handed in the day after tomorrow, and so on.I know he can't say anything, but I still like to chat with him, well, I don't know if I can call it 'chat'.

During the break between the first class in the morning, I suddenly realized that I forgot to bring the exercise book, and the third class was physics.Then I glanced and saw a person standing outside the window. I was a little short-sighted, but I was squinting at the figure without wearing glasses.

Even if you can't see clearly, you know who it is, and he will come here?I stood up and walked out the door.

Maybe, I just got it wrong.

However, it was him standing outside the window.

He's wearing a dark blue shirt that I couldn't fit in my closet years ago, but he's dressed like it was made for him.He was still expressionless, with his mouth slightly pursed, and he didn't react when he saw me coming, as if the person he was waiting for wasn't me.

I didn't even think about how he got in and found me, because my brain was occupied by another inexplicable thought-I didn't want him to come to school.

Because it is between classes, the corridors are full of people coming and going. Although children of his age should stay in the school, there is a kind of free confusion in him, which makes him different from those around him. People look out of place, not because he's not wearing a school uniform, but because of the way he... makes me feel.It's a very disobedient thing for him to appear in school.I don't want him to walk into the school, that way, he doesn't seem so special, or tarnish that little bit of freedom that is different.

We were silent for a while, and it was usually me who spoke. I knew he was waiting for me to speak just now, but I didn't, so he directly reached out and handed me something. I fixed my eyes, and it was the exercise book I left behind. .

I asked him, "Have you waited for my class?"

He nodded.

I whispered: Thank you.

He didn't speak, and walked away with the bell ringing for class.

The chemistry teacher was crackling writing on the blackboard, and everyone was taking notes crazily.I was not in the mood, and slowly looked up at the big characters on the top of my head:

"Facing the college entrance examination, it is inevitable."

I finally picked up a pen and wrote something down in my notebook.

It's not about chemistry, it's about his name.

Ah Mo.

I paused, and then drew an equal sign behind it. In fact, I always thought his special temperament was like something, but I couldn't remember it for a while.

I frowned and started to think about what he looked like.

A classmate stood up to answer a question, and his test paper spun a few times in the air and landed gently on the ground.

I scratched my hair, what the hell does he look like?

The leaves beat against the window, and shadowy figures were vaguely printed on the glass.

What does he look like...

The teacher was very excited during the lecture, spit flying, then turned around and wrote a formula on the blackboard.

Suddenly something ignited my thoughts, and I think I know the answer!

The chalk broke at that moment.

Ah Mo,

He was like a quiet, broken rag doll.

right!That's right!There is no better metaphor for this.

Although this metaphor does resemble him, it is very unlucky.I was in a daze, and for some reason I laughed out loud, and I got kicked by my deskmate. I was taken aback for a moment before I realized that the teacher was looking at me seriously, so I had no choice but to shut up resentfully.

I looked at my watch and saw that it was still a long way from the end of get out of class, and the days seemed like years.I took out the Walkman and earphones from my pocket and plugged them in. I chose a song at random, and then put the earphone cable through the inside of the coat and then through the cuffs and put it on my ears.He propped his head on his hands, stared at the blackboard with wide eyes, nodded occasionally, and acted as if he was listening to the class seriously.

For a long time, he disrupted my boring two-point and one-line life.I couldn't listen in class at all, and my mind was full of him.When I was sleeping with him, I was extremely irritable and couldn't fall asleep at all. Looking at his white neck exposed behind, listening to his even breathing would only make me lie more and more awake.

What would this body look like wearing my clothes all day long?And what is that protruding collarbone going down?Even when we were lying in the same bed, I dreamed that he undressed and lay under me, and we...

When I woke up, my pants were wet and he had disappeared.I'm so ashamed of that, and I hope he doesn't find out.

That night, my busy parents were on a business trip again, so I took him to eat bibimbap and then went home.

It was past twelve o'clock when I finished the questions, he had already fallen asleep, I turned off the light, and I fell asleep in the past, but I couldn't sleep that day no matter what.The person next to him seemed to be sleeping very peacefully.Something broke out of the ground suddenly, I finally couldn't help turning over and pressing on his body, he opened his eyes in a daze, not knowing why.

I started to unbutton him, and then reined in the precipice, I stopped and looked at him quietly.The bewilderment in his eyes faded slowly like a mist, but he did nothing and looked at me quietly.I was a little nervous, regretting my impulsiveness, and swallowed.We have been deadlocked like this for a long time, as if a century has passed.

Then, slowly and gently, he put his hand on my shoulder.

A gesture of total acquiescence.

I caught my breath and tore off his clothes.

He suddenly motioned for me to stop, and then reached out to the head of the bed, and the room was dark in an instant.

I know that my stalemate at that time was because of fear and apprehension, fearing that he would reject me.And his stalemate is thinking, it is the soul standing at the crossroads and considering whether to walk this extremely difficult road with me.Although it took a long time for the face-to-face stalemate between the two, it actually took him a very short time to make a decision about his first love, and he was ready to be with me.

We hugged each other's best body, we both began to love without hesitation, and we both thought that this moment would last forever.

From then on, in my perception, after being honest with each other, we are no longer friends, but lovers.

Then we would kiss, cuddle, and make (huh) love every now and then.

Because he got along with us so slowly, he got rid of the kind of freedom that I call dazed, and became so close to life.Before, I hoped that his sense of freedom would stay on him forever, but even if it is slowly dissipating now, I don’t think it’s a pity, because it’s all because of me.

When our relationship was at its hottest, I glanced at him, and he looked back at me, with love burning in his eyes, and it was like a thunderbolt.

Because my parents are always away, I would even forget that they are also part of the family, and I would not expect them to come back then.

I hugged him hard, and he returned me. When he did this kind of thing, he didn't make a sound, only my panting.But the touch on the hand is so clear that I don't feel unreal.Probably for the second time this evening, he pulled my hair and kissed me on the face, and I continued, giving him what he wanted and taking what I wanted.

I would never have imagined that there would be the sound of the iron door opening, followed by sparse voices.My brain is still confused, and my body is just repeating the same movement in a single way.But Ah Mo is much more sensitive than me. He suddenly widened his eyes and signaled me to stop. Who could it be? !Before I had time to think about why they came back early, I immediately picked up a quilt, wrapped him up and stuffed him into the wardrobe, and then closed the door tightly.He retracted into the bed again and covered his head.When I had finished everything in a hurry, the door to my room creaked open.In my heart that is called a hatred, why not lock the door?

Then my dad's voice came: "Shi Nuo, we're not at home, what are you doing sneakily by yourself?"

I didn't answer, hoping he thought I was asleep and let me go.But the situation was even worse. I heard my mother questioning in a high-pitched voice: "What noise did we hear when we came in just now? Tell me! What are you doing!"

My heart skipped a beat, they heard the voice of me and Amo just now, they must know what it was, otherwise where did I come from?Looks like they think I'm sneaking someone back...

I sat up, and they turned on the light, blinding my dog's eyes, and I collected myself and said, "Hello, Mom and Dad."

Dad saw that my face was dripping with sweat, so he lowered his face and continued to ask: "What are you doing?"

I pointed to the mobile phone next to the pillow and said, "Watch adult movies."

Mom took a breath, and was stopped by my dad when she was about to have an attack: "Really?"

I shook my head and said no.

Seeing their nervousness, I added another sentence: "I masturbate while watching."

Then my mother said something in his ear, and the two seemed to have some disputes, and they waited for a while without seeing any movement.Although my parents are not at home all the year round, they have one purpose that they don't quarrel in front of the children, so they go back to the living room temporarily.

As soon as they left, I immediately locked the door, my heart still beating non-stop.Then immediately opened the cabinet door lightly, and carried Amo out.He pushed back the quilt, and made a lip shape with me: have they left?

I shook my head and said softly: It's outside, but it's safe now.

He breathed a sigh of relief and smiled.

I also want to laugh, but I am different from him, I always laugh quietly, so I don't dare to get carried away, for fear of losing this staged victory.

Then, I touched his chest.There, there is a madly beating heart.

same as me,

Warm heart.