Hanqing Japanese Words

Cheng Han in the photo is very sinister, his eyebrows are approaching his current mature appearance, but his shoulders are straight, his neck is hard and stern, his eyes are cold, and he looks like he is ready to fuck the whole family at any time.

It was taken when he was just released from prison, and he was surrounded by those people who used to hang out together.

On the day Cheng Han came out, the weather was bad, there were overcast clouds and the sun was pale.Behind his tall and thin body was the cold iron gate, Guan Qing watched from afar, and could almost see the chill on his expressionless handsome face.

It wasn't until Xin Fu came close to him that the coldness on his face receded a little, and it was replaced by an awkward smile.

Guan Qing saw him hugging Xin Fu, and he would not have stepped forward with his mood at the time, but he had that intuition that forced him to walk in front of Cheng Han, looking at him in a half-looking attitude. , it looked like she had no choice but to actually hug him very nervously.

That was the first time he took the initiative to have close contact with Cheng Han. He still remembers the taste of that hug, like two magnets separated by mountains and finally reunited.

He sat in the back seat, peeking at the side face of the co-pilot who was so thin that his edges and corners appeared.

Intentional homicide, according to the fact that juveniles have reached the age of 11 but not yet [-], shall be given a lighter punishment of [-] years in prison with a commutation of four years.

After serving seven years in prison, from the age of 17 to 24, he basically transitioned from a teenager to a young man in prison. His youthful appearance was still a little strange to Guan Qing, and the unruly and unruly eyes of the former teenager turned into a haze.

Cheng Han's expression was indescribable when he got home. He sat on the thin single bed, looked around like a tenant, and then curled up the corners of his mouth, mocking himself:

"It's still the same, but people have changed."

Seven years later, Guan Qing heard his voice again, without passing through any medium, just the air, like thunder on the ground: the original timbre of the voice was full of sharp magnetism, which made his skin crawl.

It took about half a year before Guan Qing barely restrained this conditioned reflex.

That night, Cheng Han was called out by the gangsters to clean up the dust. Guan Qing and Xin Fuyou were always worried that night, because they were afraid that Cheng Han would not be able to figure it out, and would hang out with those people again.

Cheng Han didn't come back until two o'clock in the middle of the night, and fell headlong on the bed, whoever touched and beat him.

Guan Qing sat alone in the living room and stared at the TV. At four o'clock, Cheng Han sobered up, sat next to him and lit a cigarette, took a puff and pinched it out.

"Fuck, dog fuck thing!" His eyes slanted, "Do you have any cigarettes?"

Guan Qing took out a cigarette from Xin Fuyou's pocket and gave it to him. The TV was the only light source left in the living room, so the smoke was engulfed in an unpredictable halo, and the chill on Cheng Han's face faded away, leaving only desolation.

But when he looked over, he clearly smiled, and said: Why are you always staring at me?Have you ever seen a labor camp prisoner?

Guan Qing lowered his head, raised it again after a while, and said seriously: I haven't seen it.

Cheng Han forced himself to smile, with some sincerity in his smile,

"It's really not easy. You are still the same as before, choking me when you talk too fast."

Guan Qing wrinkled his trousers, smoothed them out again, and so on.Shopping advertisements are played on a loop on the TV, and the voice is full of exaggerated advocacy.

Until Cheng Han finished smoking the cigarette, the two of them didn't communicate with each other. When he got up, he put his palm on Guan Qing's shoulder and patted it lightly.

The room is full of unsatisfactory times.

The next day Guan Qing took him to see old man Guan, and when the old man saw him, he forgot to put the vegetable shovel in his hand, and just stood there straight.

Cheng Han shouted shyly at the door: "Uncle Guan."

It took a full minute for the old man to come back to his senses, walked up to him, turned his head almost at a 1-degree angle, with tears in his eyes, nodded and said:

"Just come back, just come back."

The food didn't go well with the old man. The old man made it himself, but Cheng Han ate a lot. He accepted the old man's caress while eating, touching here and there.

"Thinner, taller. Eat more, eat more."

Guan Qing was pouring wine at the side, waiting for Cheng Han to eat almost, the old man said again:

"Hanzi, when you come back... I should find time to build a grave for your dad. I thought about building one for your dad a few years ago, but Guan Qing disagreed and insisted on waiting for you to come back. I think it's right, you He is a son, and only you are the most suitable for this matter. What about your father..."

The old man was a little choked up: "It's not easy for your father. Raising a son to guard against old age. Your father has been famous all his life, and he didn't give you a chance to be filial. I won't talk about you in it a few years ago. Now that you are back, it's time to burn it for him." Some paper, worship and worship. If you miss him one day, you won’t even have a place to cry. Do you think your uncle is right?"

Cheng Han lowered his head and thought for a while, drank another half a glass of white wine, and then smiled ugly while holding the glass:

"Yes, what you said is right, but just to build an empty grave, even if I cry, I don't know who to cry for. My dad has been used to wandering all his life, and he definitely doesn't want to be locked up in one place even if he is a ghost. I'll go back Songhuajiang burn some paper for him. Don't worry."

The old man nodded resignedly, and added solemnly:

"Everything else is easy to talk about, except for one thing—Cheng Han, come out this time, be a good person, and don't do anything illegal again. Okay?"

Guan Qing saw that Cheng Han's eyes turned red instantly, but he quickly raised his hand to cover his eye sockets, and after a second or two, he grinned.

When he put his hand down, he had suppressed his tears, and said "um", the answer was meaningful.

Guan Qing sometimes thinks that the person he likes is a very, very unreasonable person. It's not that you can't understand him, but that your understanding is meaningless to him.

He was standing by the river when he was going to his father's grave. The blue water in front of him was faint, and the pile of yellow paper was completely burned. Cheng Han lit a cigarette with the paper, then threw it into the fire casually, standing askew, his eyes were full of tears empty.

Guan Qing closed the album and put it in the suitcase, and stood in Cheng Han's room. He fantasized that Cheng Han was walking around the room in big underpants, and thought very artistically that his room might become Cheng Han's in the future. A warehouse that piles up sundries, it’s okay to only pile sundries, but if it’s piled up with people...

He was very lonely, and after more than ten years of secret love, all he got in the end was nothing more than a cold tea.

I just want to die.