his cat [Rebirth]

That night Xing Yingtai and Chen Banxiao ordered a table of food in the restaurant, opened wine, and sat face to face to drink.

They drank a lot, and the two of them drank a whole bottle of white wine until more than ten o'clock in the evening.

Xing Yingtai was more conscious, but luckily the hotel was not far from the dormitory, so he dragged Chen Banxiao back a little bit.

Chen Banxiao drank more than Xing Yingtai, and now he was hot all over, talking nonsense with his tongue out.

He was so emotional that he actually cried.

Chen Banxiao said loudly in Xing Yingtai's ear: "I'm so scared...haha! I'm so scared..."

Xing Yingtai didn't listen to him, and walked forward sullenly.

Chen Banxiao cried and said, "I'm so afraid of Xi...I'm afraid..."

Hearing Chen Banxiao's incessant crying, Xing Yingtai's heart was slowly pulled, and the reaction gradually became stronger.

What did he think of.Yes, so is Xing Yingtai, he is very afraid of being alone.

Every time I think of that person's face in my dream, when I wake up, I will still be frightened by the surrounding darkness, as if a pair of pale and slender hands will be stretched out from somewhere in the next second, with a cold temperature, touching his body, buckle Hold your own throat.

In my memory, the man did not have a strong body. He was tall and thin, with a handsome face. He occasionally held a cigarette while writing, with a careless expression on his face.If the smoke is too strong, the smoke will cover his indifferent eyes.

It's like when Xing Yingtai and her mother went to kneel down to worship the Bodhisattva in the temple when she was a child. After kowtowing, she looked up, but she couldn't see the face of the Buddha statue clearly under the smog.

Chongshan has such a face. At first glance, no one knows what a twisted heart is hidden under his face.

Ever since Chongshan helped Xing Yingtai write homework for the summer vacation, the two became more and more intimate.Teenage boys love to play the most. Seeing that Chongshan was always reading at home, Xing Yingtai often took him out and forced him to exercise with her.

Because Chongshan doesn't like to meet outsiders, Xing Yingtai and Chongshan play badminton in the backyard.

It seems that all talents are used in language, and Chongshan's sports skills are almost negligible, and he even plays badminton very badly.

Seeing him keep picking up the ball, Xing Yingtai was very helpless and couldn't help asking:

"After fighting for so many days, why is it still like this?"

Chongshan wasn't angry either, and said with a smile, "I don't rely on this for a living."

"..." Xing Yingtai hesitated for a moment, but said nothing.

Chongshan nodded to himself: "But I'm too bad at playing, you suspect that there is something wrong with my mind, don't you?"

Xing Yingtai hesitated to deny it: "Also... no... yes..."

Chongshan scolded: "Stinky boy, you clearly said yes in your heart."

Xing Yingtai said, "How do you know what I'm thinking?"

"Why didn't I know?" Chong Shan wasn't really angry, he flipped the shuttlecock upside down with his racket, but even with this beginner's action, he got the ball to the ground.

Xing Yingtai sighed silently, put away the racket, and said, "I'm going to class, I'm leaving first. Uncle, I won't play with you next time."

Chongshan's hands stopped and he didn't say a word. After Xing Yingtai left his house, Chongshan threw the racket to the ground and said, "I shouldn't have played a long time ago, it's boring."

It's not suitable for a man in his early thirties to follow a teenage child.Speaking of which, Chongshan is old enough to be Xing Yingtai's father.

Thinking of this, Chongshan's eyes flashed a glint of haze, he didn't pick up the racket, just let it lie alone in the yard.Chongshan went back to his room and sat down, but he didn't calm down all afternoon.

The next day, Xing Yingtai did not come to see Chongshan after school.Chongshan is very anxious when he thinks that the innocent boy may never set foot in the door of his house again.He hesitated whether to call Xing Yingtai to find a reason for him to come, he hesitated, and suddenly heard the door of the house being opened.

Only two people have the keys to the house, and one of them can't come, so the answer is obvious.

Chongshan looked at Xing Yingtai, who was dressed lightly, and smiled on the surface: "Little nephew, didn't you say you won't come to my house?"

"Did I say it?" Xing Yingtai asked back, paused, and said, "Let's go. Well, if you can't play badminton well, you can't even play football, right?"

Chong Shan was taken aback.

Seeing that he didn't move, Xing Yingtai said, "Don't worry, it's late now, and there is no one else on the football field."

Chongshan said nothing.

Xing Yingtai thought he was worried, and said, "I've finished my homework, so I can play with you until twelve o'clock tonight, okay?"

Chongshan narrowed his eyes, and subconsciously wanted to light a cigarette.But when he touched the pocket with his fingers, he found that it was empty.

He was too restless just now, and Chongshan had already sucked up all the cigarettes.

He touched his lips empty-handedly, Chongshan looked at the young man eager to try in front of him, and he seemed to be able to smell the lively and fresh smell unique to young people in his breath.

Chong Shan was deeply attracted.He nodded towards Xing Yingtai, not realizing how many "good" words he had said.

At that moment, Chongshan suddenly understood that no matter what Xing Yingtai asked of him, even if there were mountains of swords and flames ahead, he would rush forward without hesitation.

However, Chongshan is almost 40 years old after all, plus he doesn't like sports and has a bad physique, so he can't compare with the teenage Xing Yingtai anyway.Not to mention kicking until twelve o'clock, Chongshan was lying on the ground at nine o'clock, sweating profusely, and said like a dead dog: "I can't run anymore."

Xing Yingtai's whole body was excited, and he hadn't played enough. Seeing Xing Yingtai's shamelessness, how could he give up? He squatted down, pulled Chongshan's arm vigorously and said, "Kick for another hour, and we'll go home."

Chongshan was pulled to sit up by Xing Yingtai's strong force, he leaned against Xing Yingtai's arms, and all he could smell was him.Chongshan looked up, and saw Xing Yingtai was staring at him with a pair of dark and moist corners of his eyes, eyes full of expectation.

Chongshan's body shook, but he didn't fall into his beauty, he lay on the ground like soft mud, begging for mercy: "I can't do it, I can't do it, I really can't do it."

Xing Yingtai was young and thought it was fun. He rode on Chongshan, pinched Chongshan's neck lightly with his hand, and said, "Get up."

He is not like an elder to his uncle, but more like a friend. After all, Chongshan himself does not put on airs of an elder at all.

Chongshan's body was limp, and the hair on his forehead was wet with sweat, sticking to his fair face.

There was also sweat at the corners of his eyes where there were two tear moles, as if they were tears, making his eyes moist and bright.

Chongshan said hoarsely:

"Please, please forgive me this time, next time... next time..."

Chongshan raised his neck, moved close to Xing Yingtai's ear, and whispered a few words.

Xing Yingtai was stunned. He tilted his head and listened to a few sentences. After realizing it, he suddenly got up from Chongshan, let out a 'bah', and said, "You write too much of that kind of writing. Sure enough, you have a brain. question."

It was his nephew!A good brother, a good father, etc... How can you shout out? !

Chongshan smiled, sat up from the ground, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and stood up slowly again.

He checked the time, elbowed Xing Yingtai's arm, blinked his left eye at him, and said in a low voice, "Is it okay to go home? I'll tell you a story when I go home."

Xing Yingtai silently took a step forward, not to let Chongshan poke her, and at the same time said impatiently: "Don't listen!"

"Why don't you listen?" Chongshan still laughed, "Others can't hear their begging, but you don't listen."

This is true.Chongshan wrote novels, and he was quite famous. Even Xing Yingtai's classmates were fans of Chongshan's books.

And Chongshan didn't finish all his novels in one go, he was used to divide them into chapters and write a short paragraph every day.In this way, many readers are eager to know the situation in the following text.

It's just that Xing Yingtai doesn't like Chongshan's novels, so even if Chongshan asks to discuss with him, Xing Yingtai doesn't care.

Chongshan hadn't exercised so intensely for a long time, and when he walked home his legs were so weak, he unceremoniously lay on Xing Yingtai's shoulder, while walking, he leaned into Xing Yingtai's ear and told him something.

Xing Yingtai remembered that it should be a very long and ridiculous story.Chongshan divided it into several days and talked to him for a long time.

Chongshan is good at writing novels, but his storytelling is poor and meaningless. Now Xing Yingtai has long forgotten what the stories he told were about.

The only thing that remains is the unbelievable and ridiculous feeling at that time.