Mountains and seas have a home

There are no virtual windows in the bedroom, only the ventilation system humming in the corner.Fu Zhong touched the edge of the bed and put his legs down in the dark room. He had to raise his head up, because the nosebleed dripped down as soon as he lowered his head.The edge of the bed was about three feet wide from the closet, and the floor was covered with a fine wool carpet. Fu Zhong stepped on the soft carpet and walked to the table and cabinet opposite the bed, where there was a box of tissues.He accidentally bumped his toe, he grinned in pain and said, "Sir, it hurts so much."

Ji Yao turned over and sat up when he heard him screaming for pain, and the cold air suddenly penetrated into his thin layer of satin robe.Ji Yao shuddered, and his heart ached when he heard that Fu Zhong had a nosebleed.He threw away his phone, lifted the quilt, got up and walked to the end of the bed, pressed Fu Zhong to the side of the bed, fixed his forehead and face, and pulled a tissue to help him wipe off the excess blood.

"What kind of nosebleed did you want? Look, all the sweet dreams in the second half of the night were ruined in your hands!" Ji Yao blamed him in a low voice, for fear of breaking the quiet atmosphere.Fu Zhong pulled the line of his lips and smiled, although it was blame, but it sounded like rain hitting plantains in his ears.With a strange sense of pleasure in his heart, he stopped moving, and sat there obediently, motionless, letting him do what he did.Seeing that he didn't hide or hide, Ji Yao deliberately relaxed his movements, which was simply gentle to Fu Zhong.

After wiping the blood, Ji Yao gently pressed the tip of Fu Zhong's nose with his fingers, Fu Zhong blinked, and deliberately said that he was in pain under the cover of darkness.Ji Yao didn't know whether what he said was true or not, but he didn't pursue it. He held his mandible and bowed his head to give him a soft blow.

"Okay, doesn't it hurt now?" Ji Yao moved a little further away, wrapped up the blood-stained tissues, and threw them into the trash can, "Such a small thing hurts, and there will be you in the future." Accept it!"

Fu Zhong still raised his chin and pressed the back of his neck with one hand to stop the bleeding faster.He lowered his eyelashes and looked at Ji Yao. Although he could only see a blurry shadow, he could be identified with just one shadow.Fu Zhong laughed and said: "It doesn't hurt anymore, you have blown away all my pain. If I get hurt and cry for pain in the future, I will not be afraid if I just think of you."

Ji Yao put his hand into Fu Zhong's hair, rubbed it unceremoniously, then pressed his head and leaned close to him, stretched out his finger and pointed on the bridge of Fu Zhong's nose: "Don't say the word 'hurt', you Gotta know what we're doing. No one can get hurt, soldier!"

"You're right, sir, you're 100 percent right."

"Why is your face so hot?" Ji Yao rubbed Fu Zhong's cheeks with his thumbs. He had already guessed all kinds of things in his heart, but Ji Yao decided to attack himself, and he couldn't keep letting Fu Zhong mess with him. I blush and my heart beats.

As expected, Fu Zhong's heart constricted a few times, and he held back his heartbeat so that it wouldn't fly to Ji Yao's place.Fu Zhong retracted his neck, and looked at Ji Yao without shame in the dark, but said: "It's because your face is so charming, handsome, courageous, and empowering. You know, young people are full of blood, this It's easy to get excited at this time, and I want to compete with you, so my blood is so hot that my skin is burning hot."

"Tell me the truth, where did you learn so many swear words?" Ji Yao suddenly became serious, and he crossed his arms in dissatisfaction and asked, "Could it be that someone said that to you before, and then you Turn your head around and try your best at me again?"

The two faced each other, Fu Zhong sat sideways on the edge of the bed, Ji Yao straightened up and knelt under the quilt with his legs apart, his buttocks on the soles of his feet.Ji Yao stared at him, and when he spoke, Fu Zhong shook his head and replied: "No, sir, you just learned it by yourself."

Ji Yao didn't expect him to say that, Fu Zhong was like a catastrophe, always unexpected.Ji Yao turned his face away, opened his arms to pull the tissue over to cover Fu Zhong's nose, and cleaned up the blood for him: "What a self-taught man."

"It's too dark in the room, should we turn on the lights?"

"No." Ji Yao replied without thinking, holding Fu Zhong's face with his left hand, "No need to turn on the light, it's too dazzling, I really don't need to sleep tonight later. Don't worry about me, I can see clearly, I'm just short-sighted, Not blind."

But Fu Zhong laughed: "If you get so close to me again, I will kiss you."

Ji Yao frowned when he heard the words, those long eyebrows immediately hooked Fu Zhong's soul away, causing him to bleed more suddenly, and quickly raised his hand to cover it.Ji Yao withdrew his hand, threw the towel on his face, pretended to be annoyed and said, "Why are you so shameless!"

"It made me start to bleed again, my God, I can't stop this time."

"Get out!" Ji Yao scolded him, fell back on the bed and lifted the quilt to wrap herself like a silkworm chrysalis, with only one head exposed, closed her eyes and forced herself to fall asleep.Unexpectedly, Fu Zhong's coquettish words were almost fatal, his face was in front of his eyes and on the tip of his heart, his voice was in his ears and in his head.The sedative had no effect, and Ji Yao couldn't fall asleep after a while.His face was very hot, he stretched out his hand to touch it, it was so hot that he shook it away.If it weren't for the fact that he didn't turn on the light, how could his red face like a pomegranate seed be able to see anyone!

He Luan's mother stayed on the bed for a month, and finally died.He Luan will never forget that morning, when his mother felt better and could sit up and talk on the bedside again, so he helped her up and put her favorite pear box beside the bed.The mother seems to have become a young man, returning to her parents to be a daughter again, keeping her hazy wish in her girlhood again.

Mother gave He Luan two keys and said, "This is what your father left you. After I'm gone, you can open the door of the utility room downstairs and look for it in the northeast corner of the house. .There is a sealed cellar well, you just take out the contents."

"What is that?" He Luan took the key, sat on the edge of the bed and held his mother's hand.

"That's a secret I've kept for a long time. I've been keeping it a secret. Now it's time. I'm dying, and you should be on your journey." His mother looked at him and smiled softly, with a smile on his bony cheeks. The thin skin is bluish gray.

The mysterious words caused He Luan to think deeply. Looking at the key in his hand, he still didn't understand what his mother meant.But the mother didn't intend to continue talking, she shook her head and said, "Help me to lie down, I want to sleep for a while."

He Luan let her sleep on the pillow, and then pulled the covers for her.After the mother lay down, she closed her eyes, breathed in a shallow way, and never moved again.He Luan did not leave, he sat on the chair beside the bed, held his mother's hand all the time, and stared at her silently.Suddenly, he felt a vicious sadness pricking his heart from the bottom of his heart, and he shed tears so melancholy.

The sycamore tree turned white and sank in the autumn wind.It was very cold, and it looked as if it was going to rain, and dark clouds lay black over the red and yellow trees behind the buildings.The window was left open a crack, and the cold wind came in and blew on the mother, blowing the leaden shadow in the room, while the mother's exhausted heart was struggling to take the last leap.After this jump, everything in the world turned into flying sand and rocks, and she stopped breathing and went west.

The mother passed away without pain. She was already terminally ill, and she was powerless to recover anyway.He Luan sat on the chair and covered his face with his hands. He didn't cry bitterly, but just shed a line of tears, which he wiped away casually.He understood that his mother was far away from this world, which was expected early on, and he had already made countless psychological preparations.He Luan tightly held the two keys his mother gave him. Thinking of how young he was and how long the road ahead was, he couldn't help arching his body and sobbing softly.

He Luan sorted out his mother's things, put all the supporting documents into the file bag, and then called the funeral home.After a while, someone drove a special car to the gate of the courtyard, and even He Luan couldn't help but wonder how they came so fast.

He met with the funeral director, who, after reviewing all the papers, ordered the deceased to be removed.He Luan went to the crematorium with him, and he took one last look at his mother before entering the cremation furnace.At this time, it began to rain outside the house, and it was very cold in Beijing in November.The administrator in charge of all the funeral affairs of the mother found He Luan under the eaves in front of the small hall and asked him, "What's your surname?"

He Luan was thinking about what he was going to do next, when he heard this he was startled, stood up and answered: "Yes, my surname is He. Do you have any questions?"

"No problem." The administrator nodded, shook his hand again, and then left with an umbrella.

The rain was getting heavier, He Luan finished taking care of his mother's affairs, went to the market to buy some vegetables, and then took the bus home.He was still in a daze when he was sitting in the car, he couldn't tell whether it was a dream or reality, but everything in this world was so real.A while later, He Luan suddenly received a call from the police station. The police told him on the phone that his father had been hit by a car and he called his family members to question him.

After answering the call from the police, He Luan put the phone away silently. He thought of his father, that tall, burly, wild and brutal alcoholic, who was separated from him at this time.His father's death did not make him as sad as his mother's. He Luan felt resentful towards his alcoholic father. Although dying overnight was a bit too much for him, He Luan felt that there was nothing more than this for real relief.

Back home in the evening, it was as dark as ever, and time has no meaning on earth.He Luan opened the courtyard door and walked in, only to see the silver-haired landlady sitting under the wide eaves in front of her own house, doing some manual work bored.

The landlady stopped what she was doing when she saw He Luan coming, and looked at him from above the small glasses with her loose eyelids: "Are you back?"

"Well, Mrs. Feng." He Luan didn't know why she greeted him suddenly, but he still politely returned the greeting.

The landlady, surnamed Feng, is an old widow.Today she was wearing a ochre-colored woolen skirt and a fur jacket over it, with the cuffs tied tightly with velvet sleeves so as not to get dirty when she was doing her work.He Luan was walking up the stairs with the vegetables, when the old lady stopped him from below: "Your surname is He, right?"

He Luan turned around suspiciously: "Yes, my surname is He, what's your question?"

"Your father was hit by a car and died. The body has been taken away by the hospital. The police station came over earlier, and I said that you are the only one in this family." The old lady told him bluntly, "I left your phone number behind." To the police, did they notify you?"

A long silence followed.In the quiet courtyard, the rain was beating the vines, woody flowers and wild roses, and the roses were placed under the iron-framed shed, which became wet and dirty at this time.Before He Luan could figure out what was going on, the landlady kindly told him the name of the hospital and the address of the police station.He Luan squeezed the handle of the umbrella tightly, and the cold rain dripped straight into his collar and ankles. He smiled at the landlady: "The police have called me."

The old, thin old lady blinked in surprise, and then said no more.She nodded, sent some words of blessing, then turned around and continued to deal with the handicrafts on the table.He Luan walked up the stairs quickly, put the bought vegetables on the stove, wiped off the rainwater on his body, and checked that the time was 4:13 in the afternoon.He Luan packed his backpack, walked down the stairs with an umbrella again, and ran quickly to the police station in the rain.

The driver who hit someone stayed in the police station. It was not five o'clock when He Luan got there, and two policemen received him.It was already [-]:[-] p.m. after the process of questioning, issuing certificates, and negotiating compensation matters. He Luan was sent out by the police with his bag on his back. The rain did not stop.The air is so cold that people are shivering. I don't know how many times this is the first rain, and it will be winter in a while.

He Luan suffered from severe chest tightness, his parents passed away one after another, and now he is the only one left in the family.He walked on the sidewalk, toward the nearest bus stop, street lamps and headlights flowing like water at his feet.He put away the umbrella, sat down on the chair in the waiting hall, gasped for breath, and suddenly burst into tears.He still couldn't accept the reality, he hadn't figured out how to live in the future, and the reality knocked him down.

Sitting alone for a while, the bus came one after another, but he didn't want to get on the bus, and he didn't want to go home.He Luan took out his mobile phone to look through the address book. His parents' numbers were no longer needed. He searched over and over again, and finally the only one who could talk to him was Chen Wei.

He called Chen Wei, and someone answered it without waiting too long: "My God, Lao He, you actually called me! What's the matter? Do you want to come back and live with me?" gone?"

He Luan wiped away tears, twisted his fingers, calmed his voice and said, "It's nothing, I just wanted to call you."

Chen Wei was doing arm strength exercises with earphones on. He heard that he put down the barbell, wiped off his sweat, and then transferred the call to his mobile phone: "What's wrong with your voice? God, you're not crying, who is it?" Bully you like this?"

"It's nothing, I'm just in a bad mood. It's been cold recently, and I've caught a cold." He Luan cried and wiped his tears, stood up and wandered around the platform above the road twice, turning his back to avoid strangers found myself crying.

"Nonsense, who is gasping for breath when they have a cold? You must be crying, tell me what's going on, if you don't tell me, I'll run over to you! Look, I'm already getting ready to put on my shoes Already!"

Chen Wei only heard the sound of rain for a long time before He Luan said: "Wei Wei, my parents passed away today."

"Oh my god! Isn't it brother?" Chen Wei's heart twitched, he covered his mouth reflexively, and walked out of the training room with a towel in his hand, "I knew that there must be nothing good in this sudden rainy ghost weather. You stand Then don't move, I'll change into clean clothes and come."

"What are you doing here? Don't get so excited. I just wanted to—"

"Needless to say, I have already asked Xinghe to track your location. Find a place where you can shelter from the rain and wait for me. It is more convenient to tell me in person than on the phone."

Before He Luan could speak again, Chen Wei quickly hung up the phone.He changed into clean clothes, put on his coat and zipped it up to the highest point, and walked out the door with his room card and orange Crayon Shin-chan backpack.He went to the Motor Vehicle Management Office to apply to borrow a Wrangler, drove out of the second south gate of the Time Bureau, and arrived at the bus stop where He Luan was after a few minutes.

Chen Wei parked the Wrangler in the temporary berth behind the station, got out of the car and walked over quickly under an umbrella, seeing that He Luan was drenched in the rain and half of his clothes were soaked.Although there was a canopy at the waiting station, the rain was so heavy that nothing could cover it, and the stagnant water flowed under the platform.

"It's raining so hard, you're all wet!" Chen Wei went over to hold an umbrella to shield him from the rain from the slanting wind, "Come with me, I'm driving, it's better to sit in the car than here! "

He Luan was a head taller than Chen Wei, and Chen Wei raised his hand to brush his hair and shake off the water droplets.When the drizzle was brushed off his clothes, the palms of his hands were numb and sore from the cold. Chen Wei squeezed the palms of his hands and wiped them carelessly on his pants.

"What are you doing here?" He Luan asked him, and the two walked out of the station together, "Is your leg healed? If you run around like this on a windy and rainy day, you will get rheumatism!"

Chen Wei hugged his shoulders to protect him from the rain: "You are so sad that you still have time to worry about me. This small injury and pain are nothing to me!"

When they crossed the road, He Luan was worried about the wound on Chen Wei's leg, so he asked him to sit in the co-pilot and drive by himself.After getting in the car, Chen Wei threw the umbrella behind, reached out and brushed He Luan's wet hair at the sideburns, noticed his red eyes, and looked like he was crying bitterly.Chen Wei knew that he was sad, how could he not feel sad when something like this happened!He Luan grabbed the steering wheel tightly, and Chen Wei said, "Don't cry, tell your brother if you have sad words. Let's go home first and change out the wet clothes, otherwise we will really catch a cold."

"Go back to my house?"

"Of course, don't you have all your clothes at home?" Chen Wei said, "Let's go, go home, and I can accompany you. Have you eaten yet?"

He Luan shook his head and drove the car out of the temporary berth: "No food. I've been busy with the funeral all day, so I don't have time to take care of it. What about you? If you don't have food, I'll go home and make it for you."

Chen Wei chuckled, He Luan knew what he meant, so he felt a little relieved.They parked the Wrangler in the small parking lot off the alley, and walked home together.It was very quiet in the courtyard, the landlady probably had already rested.He Luan took Chen Wei up the stairs, and moved a few pots of chrysanthemums under the eaves to prevent them from eating too much rainwater.He Luan opened the umbrellas of the two of them to dry on the balcony, asked Chen Wei to change out of his wet clothes, and took him to his room to sit for a while.

He Luan washed the vegetables, fried two poached eggs, and cooked two servings of noodles.The two sat at the dining table and ate a simple evening meal together. Chen Wei ate with relish, and drank half a bowl of soup after finishing the noodles. He didn't stop until the vegetables were all cleaned up.

"Is your father always like this?" After finishing the housework and taking a hot bath, the two sat in He Luan's room. Chen Wei asked He Luan who was sitting opposite him while flipping through the photos.

"Before 2010, my father had been serving as a soldier in Tibet. He was a frontier soldier. He would definitely not be what he is now. His shocking changes came after 2010, that is, after he was discharged from the army."

"Then what's going on here?" Chen Wei stuffed the hot water cup into He Luan's hand, "Is it a sequela? For example, after living a hard life in the army for a long time, I can't adapt to the normal world after being discharged? There are many executives. It will."

"I don't think so. He went on a mission ten years ago, went there fine, and came back covered in blood. He was seriously injured and has been treated secretly in Hospital 301. After he was discharged from the hospital, he changed back to his previous self." Look, strong, solid, as if those serious injuries didn't do anything to him, it's amazing. But since then he's been drinking, depraved, not coming home a lot, and not bothering about family affairs. Fortunately, he didn't take me How about with my mother, it continues like this until today."

Chen Wei frowned, thinking secretly in his heart, and asked, "Is there such a thing? It sounds like a sequela of the war. What mission did he have?"

He Luan kept shivering while holding the water glass, and Chen Wei threw a blanket over him.He Luan gathered the blanket and put his hands on his knees: "I don't know, these are state secrets, how could an ordinary person like me know about them. But he came back to Beijing a while back and stayed with the army for a day or two He left, he didn't say where he went, he just told me to wait for him to come back with peace of mind."

Chen Wei held the photos in his hand, and he flipped through them one by one. The man in the photos was indeed majestic and unyielding, with a solemn appearance, a man who would be awe-inspiring just by looking at it.Chen Wei pondered for a while, and put the photos together: "You suspect that the change of your father is related to the mission he sent out, right?"

"Ah, yes, it's hard for me not to think so." He Luan nodded, looking at the clusters of lights outside the window, "The reason why people change must be because they have experienced extraordinary things."

"Has he revealed anything in the past ten years? When he was drunk and passed out, or when he accidentally talked about the past?"

He Luan pondered for a moment, and then looked into Chen Wei's eyes: "When he was drunk, he once said something 'everything has turned into a monster!', and 'in the middle of the night, the dog is barking, and the Dragon King is waiting outside We' or something like that."

As soon as he finished speaking, two dogs barking suddenly sounded in the distant quiet night, and the sound of rustling rain continued to drill into the house without stopping.Both of them shook their bodies in fright from the dog barking, and looked out the window together. In the dark rainy night, the golden lights of the building were like pairs of vivid eyes watching them for a long time.

After chatting for a while, it was already late at night, and it was raining heavily outside, making it difficult to travel, so Chen Wei had to stay at He Luan's house.He Luan went to close the outside doors and windows, and after unlocking the door, he came back and tidied up his own bed, leaving quilts and pillows for Chen Wei.They turned off the big lights in the room, lit the bedside lamps for light, and then huddled together in a bed affectionately and fell asleep.The single bed is narrow, and the two bodies have to be close together, but this way it won't be cold.

He Luan slept inside, while Chen Wei lay on the pillow outside.The two leaned their heads together, watching the writer's updates on Chen Wei's phone. Chen Wei slid up and down, and said with a little disappointment, "There is no update today."

"Do you follow updates every day?" He Luan asked.

"Of course." Chen Wei turned off the phone, set the alarm clock and stuffed it under the pillow, "Waiting for the update will make me anxious to death."

He turned his head to look at He Luan, He Luan didn't know why he was looking at him, the two looked at each other for a while, and then both laughed inexplicably.He Luan realized that he hadn't smiled like this for a long time.Chen Wei turned off the bedside lamp, pulled up the quilt, and after a moment of silence, he suddenly said: "It's time for us to sleep in the same bed together again."

"It's still early in winter." He Luan said.