eight dance partners with my boyfriend

"I want to jump off."

With the boy's clear rolling tongue, bit by bit into his ears, Li Feidan raised his head to look at him, the corner of the boy's mouth curled up into a smile, which completely covered the embarrassment of holding the phone tightly in the corridor, Li Feidan squinted again. In his eyes, he seemed to see himself crying and lying beside his little uncle's hospital bed many years ago.

"Then keep on jumping and jumping until you can't jump anymore," he said.

Liu Bomao slightly lowered his eyelids, "The question you asked me that day."

Li Feidan: "Huh?"

"The reason for dancing..." Liu Bomao raised his head, looked him straight in the eyes, and shouted loudly for the first time: "I haven't figured it out yet!"

There was a steady flow of people around, and they turned their heads strangely when they heard the sound, as if they were looking at a fool.

Li Fei looked at him with dread and couldn't help laughing.

He really wanted to tell the boy that the reasons for dancing would always change, and even he himself didn't really take root until the summer of seven years ago.

But he didn't say that such a smart person will always find his own answer.

There was a burst of warmth from his right fingers, covered with fine sweat, Li Feidan heard a slight sniffling sound, turned around and found that Jiao Cheng was actually crying, as if he hadn't seen this cruel man shed a tear for others for a long time.

Liu Bomao began to feel uneasy again, he looked at Jiao Cheng's red eyes, suddenly felt soft-hearted, and quietly said to Li Feidan: "Can I hug him?"

Li Feidan let go: "I will lend you 2 minutes, but you have to return it to me."

"it is good."

With the boy's warm palms on his shoulders, with the loudest heartbeat of a 16-year-old, and those clear eyes without haze, Jiao Cheng has never felt so clearly that youth is so close.

In fact, on the day of the bus, he knew that this boy was not as tough as he imagined. in the shell.

Someone outside knocks once, and he knocks once, someone outside knocks twice, and he pokes his head, someone outside calls his name, so he invites you in, and then whispers in your ear, "Can you take me out?" ?”

A simple hug connects two people of different ages.

Liu Bomao found that he didn't seem so nervous anymore. He was close enough to smell the shampoo mixed with hairspray on the top of the man's head. It turns out that hugging a man feels like this...

It can be fragrant, or it can be heart-wrenching...

He straightened up and measured it with his eyes. It seemed that he was really taller than this man by a little bit.

Li Feidan was so lucky to meet him.

He was lucky.

Two people led him from winter to spring.

Liu Bomao raised his head, half of the branches of the treetops were forked, and a little sparrow was parked on it, staring at them curiously.

How about that postcard?

"I'm fine and I'm dancing again."

How about writing like this?

Jiao Cheng was walking on the side of the road, kicking the stones on the side of the road.

"The soul has flown away? Looks like it's better to be young, my wife won't hug me for so long." Li Feidan said with a smile seeing him.

Jiao Cheng stopped in his tracks: "I haven't, I just think...it's really nice."

Li Feidan patted his head: "Yeah, that's great." Then he turned his head and shouted to Liu Bomao who was behind wearing earphones: "What are you doing with the ink, can you listen to me in the future, by the way, backup Your mistress has prepared a gift for you a long time ago, hurry up and open it!"

Then he turned around again, Jiao Cheng said, "I want to take you to another place today."

Jiao Cheng: "Where?"

"A happy place."

The car bumped for a long time on the road, rounded a small hill, and stopped in front of an iron gate.

Jiao Cheng got out of the car first, and Li Feidan said to Liu Bomao, who was tearful after taking off his new clothes, "Get out of the car too, and play by yourself later, don't bother us, or you will be expelled from the school..."

Jiao Cheng thought it was a happy place.

It turns out that this is a cemetery, surrounded by greenery on the other side of the iron fence, and the tombstones are in order, with different names engraved on them, and those strange names are shining in the sun.

"What kind of happy place is this?" Jiao Cheng asked.

"Isn't this happy?" Li Feizhang chuckled softly, raised his head ramblingly: "Throw away all the worldly thoughts, and quietly step on a piece of land, the Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss after death, how can you say you are not happy... "

The security guard at the door: "Mr. Li, you are here again."

Li Fei smiled: "Well, bring my relatives to see him."

"Okay, I'll register for you. There are flowers for sale over there. You can go and see what you want to buy."

The two walked a few steps, and saw a familiar figure in front of a tombstone in the corner.

The flower seller asked, "What do you want?"

Jiao Cheng paused and looked, "Bai Ju."

Li Feidan stopped him: "It's too plain, he doesn't like plain ones, here are some sunflowers."

"Ok sir."

Li Feidan squatted down: "Boss, you have been here for many years, do you know that person?" He said and pointed to Shen Xing who was kneeling in front of him.

The flower seller looked up and said, "Tell him..." He handed them the flowers, "Oh, this man comes at this time every year for three or four days, and he kneels and talks to himself every day. The family of the man in the couple lived nearby, and he went to see the old man every day."

Jiao Cheng took the flowers, "Is it the death day?"

The flower seller waved his hand: "What death day? The death day passed a few days ago. Every year, a bunch of people from the police station come to worship. This person came on the day of the death at the earliest. The two sides almost fought. The clerk told him, and he will come here at this time, but he doesn’t look like a good person, and the police are chasing and beating him.”

The flower seller paused for a moment, changed his tone and continued: "But he is very good to the child, he raised it by himself, and I heard them quarreling before that they wanted to take the child back, but it didn't work."

Jiao Cheng asked: "Wouldn't it be nice to go back? There are so many brothers in the police station to help."

"At first glance, you don't have children. It's not that easy. How many people can do it by talking about it? Everyone has their own home. Suddenly a child without blood is not a drag, it's tantamount to giving up. When the child grows up, he has to find a woman who does not dislike him and give him a complete family. Alas, there is no such good thing in the world, let alone you young people who are clamoring for love every day." Hua Hua The shop owner felt that he had said too much, so he raised his head in doubt and asked, "Do you know him?"

"It doesn't count as acquaintance, the boss paid the money." Li Fei smiled and dragged Jiao Cheng away. They walked around row after row, and Jiao Cheng didn't speak.

"What's wrong, are you sad?"

Jiao Cheng shook his head: "No, I used to think that Yuan Yu was blindly giving, but I didn't expect Shen Chuan to think too much..."

Li Fei smiled and patted his forehead: "He is 36, can he not understand some things, don't worry about other people's affairs, we are here, come quickly."

The man pulled him to the tombstone. The family name "Li" was engraved on the inscription, eloquently, like the short and chic life of my uncle.

What a wonderful 23 years old, the age of other people's dreams, but he is forever buried under this small soil, looking at the blue sky, Jiao Cheng suddenly choked up his sobs.

Li Feidan gently bent down and knelt down in front of the tombstone, put down the flowers in his hand, "Uncle, I brought my partner to see you."

In Qianqian's words, the breath of sunflowers rolled in, permeating his chest little by little, Jiao Cheng also knelt down slowly, the two of them cuddled up on the same level, the sun was so warm that people couldn't open their eyes.

"Uncle finally met, I am Jiao Cheng."

Li Feidan laughed when he heard that, with a unique ending sound, forming a line, he lowered his body to wipe off the water drops from the sunflower roots, and rubbed the sap with his fingertips.

"Uncle, do you still remember the first time you lied to me to go to the dance room? In a blink of an eye, 26 years have passed, as if it happened yesterday." Li Feidan laughed at himself, "Forget it, every time I come here You are tired of hearing these few words, and thought I was here to report to you."

After finishing speaking, he turned his head and stroked Jiao Cheng's hair, his eyes trembling slightly, "Uncle, do you think this person looks like you, the person we saw in pictorials before, you said that my future partner must be a A smart person can't study badly like me."

"Pretty accurate."

The man babbled on, without any point, but Jiao Cheng couldn't say a word.

Today, he is a companion, as Li Feizhang's partner, as a part of each other, hastily came to meet an important person in his lover's life on this hill far away from the city.

This feeling is self-evident across years and Yin and Yang.

Jiao Cheng used to always think, what does uncle mean?

It is enlightenment, guidance, or companionship.

But these seemed to be Li Fei's emotions.

He is an outsider, through the voice of other people, he only saw a young man standing in the old time, he jumped and jumped, jumped and jumped, jumped farther and farther, and one day he jumped to a world that no one else could find inside……

In the old photo on the interlayer, the memories of a generation are sealed, and now I suddenly recall that what seems to be blooming on my uncle's clothes is the most beautiful sunflower.

After Li Feidan finished talking, he stood up, took Jiao Cheng's hand, and helped him pat the weeds stuck to his trousers, "It's kind of boring, it's kind of funny."

Jiao Cheng firmly shook his head.

Li Feidan laughed again, this smile was a bit nostalgic, he touched the dust on the stele, as if saying to himself: "I always feel lucky, have a healthy body, have a better education, can Dreaming recklessly..." He turned his head to stare at Jiao Cheng, his eyes were a little red, "But my uncle is stuck in the past forever, with endless regret..."

The breath of spring is strong, and there is a scent of flowers in the wind. I don’t know whose family is visiting the ancestors. The younger generation is burning paper, and the open fire in the distance is flickering, with the smell of smoke and dust.

Jiao Cheng felt that he was very fragile today, too weak to answer any questions.

He and Li Feizhang have gone through some years, but they didn't know each other in the so-called time before, including youth, including family, including parting, including meeting... These little emotions melt into the long river of a person's life, Crushed in the bones, there is no time machine, no arbitrary door, and I can only walk through it quietly by myself.

Jiao Cheng suddenly wanted to ask the man beside him why he quietly left the stage where he was supposed to be standing, leaving behind so many years of obsession——

Obviously that was his dream too.

But suddenly I can't ask...

"Uncle, I've grown up, I know you won't blame me." Li Feidan said slowly, then looked down at the man in front of him, took his hand, put it close to his lips, gently, gently She kissed her tightly, and pressed her hand tightly to his chest.

One click, one click, loud heartbeat.

As Jiao Cheng listened, he suddenly became dazed.

He opened his eyes, this is not a small square inch of land, and the roots and shoots that spread all over the place were sent to farther places by this sleeping person...

Catkins blew from nowhere, flying and flying, stopping on the top of the tombstone, circling around the sunflower, a gust of wind blew by, wrapped in the itch of spring, splashed on Li Feidan's face, and spun again, a large number of people Blowing into the distance...

Jiao Cheng followed the catkins and turned his head. They blew past countless tombstones, rose along the air, and rode to the other side of the iron fence. There was a young man in his prime, listening to music with earphones, with a beating heart ...

yes……

Some people are getting old, some people are young.