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——I hope your voice will be heard by more people.

It's not the first time I've heard someone say that.

However, Qi Yu is the only one who said that to the real "Shen Yan".

The diary in his hand is not any script, and he is not playing any role, the original is what he wrote spontaneously, without any cover, the most authentic him.

Even so... Qi Jin still expressed such expectations to him.

The voice stopped for a while, not because there was nothing to say, but because the vocal cords suddenly lost all strength.Choked in general.

Shen Yan gently squeezed the palm of Qi Jin's fingertips where the marks were drawn.

After that, the hands gradually closed, getting tighter and tighter.

Maybe because it felt funny to hold only one finger, and it even hurt when Shen Yan exerted force, Qi Wei couldn't help but frowned and smiled at him.

Just as he was about to speak, his smile stopped the moment the eyes of the two met.

With his back turned to the light of the floor lamp, he couldn't see the expression on Shen Yan's face clearly, he only knew that his brows and eyes were lowered, as if he was restraining something faintly.There was no light in those eyes, they were dark and deep, like a sea where the sun couldn't shine in, so deep that it couldn't see the bottom, which imperceptibly prevented people who wanted to jump into it.

"What's the matter?" Qi Min was stunned for a while, then came back to his senses, slowly scratched his palm with his index finger, and put on a relaxed smile again.

Shen Yan obviously didn't say anything, but he could observe subtle changes in the other party's emotions.

And not a good change.

"Shen Yan?" Qi Min was inexplicably worried, and called again in a low voice, raising her shoulders to get up.At this moment, Shen Yan finally reacted, silently pressed him to stay on the pillow.

"Okay, that's all for tonight. You should go to bed." Shen Yan closed the diary, leaned over and whispered.

At this time, the angle changed slightly, and the light was able to take advantage of the gap to illuminate half of his face—it didn't look strange, it was still gentle and calm.The blackness in the eyes floated from the bottom of the sea to the surface, and it seemed that there was a little bit of starlight at this moment, making it not so bleak.

It was late now, and no matter how attached he was to his voice, it couldn't be at the cost of sacrificing his normal rest time.

Qi Min nodded, smiled and said, "Okay, I'll read it again tomorrow."

Shen Yan put down the diary silently, put it beside his pillow, did not get up and leave immediately, but quietly looked at Qi Jin for a long time, and only slightly let go of the clenched hands to separate the body temperature from each other.

"Go to sleep, I'll turn off the lights for you." Shen Yan told softly.

He stood up from the bed, went to the floor lamp and pressed the switch, the bedroom was plunged into darkness, only the light from the living room could faintly seep through the crack of the door.Qi Jin squinted her eyes for a few seconds to adapt, and when she fully opened them again, she could see the silhouette of the other party standing under the wall for a long time.

It seemed that he didn't want to leave.

In fact, Qi Jin didn't want him to leave either.In addition to wanting to listen to Shen Yan's diary, the more important thing is to get more time to spend with each other.

Although they still have a long way to go, today, the person he misses is no longer a photo in the archives of his mobile phone or an image in his memory. He can be heard and touched, and he has given him a real hug—warmth It was addictive, so he greedily demanded it like an addict.

Some time ago, I ate too much bitterness, and my desire for sweetness became stronger.

"What's the matter, are you reluctant to leave?" The best way to hide your thoughts is to ask the other party jokingly.

Shen Yan didn't answer, nor did he move.

"Or, we can sleep together, the bed is very spacious anyway." Qi Yan narrowed her eyes slightly like a lazy cat, deliberately teasing him like this.Qi Jin has a bad habit, knowing that the other party has been questioned by him, she can't help but make another joke.Anyway, Shen Yan would definitely not be able to answer this sentence.

As he expected, Shen Yan did not respond.

The joke seems to have been taken a little too far.Qi Jin let out a "chuck" laugh, and took the initiative to help him out: "It's just a joke. Go and rest, good night."

At this time, Shen Yan took a step out of the shadows and slowly walked back to the bed.

Qi Min thought he was just coming back to say good night, if he hadn't suddenly bent down and put his hands on both sides of the pillow——

When she felt the whole pillow sinking down, Qi Wei straightened her upper body in shock and took a short breath.

Very light, if the other party is not close at hand, it should not be heard at all.

But Shen Yan was too close to him, so close that the outline of his face could clearly emerge even in low light conditions, and the distance was still shortening inch by inch, until the breath could be passed directly between the two, and the breath was blown to the air. On the skin, itchy, even the temperature is still there.

Qi Jin subconsciously lay back, bent her knees, and shrank back slightly.The pillow sank even deeper, but the arms remained motionless.

It was pitch black all around.

The light had already been turned off, he was lying on the bed, and the hands of the person in front of him were pressing on the sides of his neck, which was a situation from which there was nowhere to escape.

"Shen Yan..." In astonishment, he called out that person's name dryly, not daring to blink.

The person on the body seemed to hear it, but also seemed not to hear it, but didn't move.

"Shen Yan..." Realizing that the other party might have taken his joke seriously, Qi Min finally panicked and said in a trembling voice, "I was joking just now."

Rather than being shy, fear got the better of me.

We are all grown-ups, and grown-up men at that.It would be a lie to say that they never thought about what would happen under the same roof.However, in the case of a broken arm, lying together on the first night, and maybe even doing other movements, it's really... a bit beyond expectations, and I can't accept it naturally.

Seeing that he didn't move, Qi Jin couldn't help but pulled out one hand from under the quilt, and gave him a light push.

Putting her fingers on Shen Yan's chest was an obvious gesture of resistance.Perhaps due to excessive tension, his hands could not stop shaking slightly.

The person on the body finally moved at this moment, and his breathing stopped for a while, and Qi Yu couldn't hear any breath from him.

Then the strength in his hand was loosened, and the thing he was holding on suddenly disappeared, and he could only make a false blocking movement in mid-air—it turned out that the chest had receded.

"I know," came the hoarse voice in the darkness, with a wry smile, "I know you're joking...don't be afraid, don't be afraid of me."

Saying so, the hands that were pressing on the pillow moved away, and one of them turned around, and gently pressed against Qi Jin's temples, submerging a lock or two of hair, stroking, combing, and comforting very carefully.

Qi Jin's hand stayed where it was for a long while, and finally put it back.

"Good night." Seeing his hand withdrawing from the bed, Shen Yan slightly lowered her eyes and said goodbye in a deep voice.The smile was a little pale.

It was not the first time to say good night to each other across the network cable. It should have been a very warm memory, but he brought flaws to this memory.

Letting go of both hands completely, so that Qi Yu could lie down with peace of mind, he took two steps back first, and stood for a few seconds within a distance that made the other party feel safe.Then, he took a long detour in front of the bed and chose the route farthest from the bed to the door.

Shen Yan left the bedroom and closed the door gently. After hearing the door lock "click" into place, he let go of the doorknob in a daze and held his forehead.

In fact, he didn't mean to force Qi Jin just now.

Not to mention that he would really lie down as Qi Yu mentioned.Because he promised that he would wait until Qi Jin nodded.

Even so, when I heard Qi Jin's words of encouragement, my heart was already touched, and I was teased again and again by him. When I was parting, I suddenly had the idea of ​​kissing him—I just wanted to kiss his forehead. That's right.

However, it turns out that it is not okay to break the promise... I almost annoyed him, didn't I?

After thinking about it, I was afraid, and my fingers began to feel cold.

Shen Yan silently shook her head a few times, calmed down, turned off the light in the living room and returned to the study, sat quietly on the chair for another quarter of an hour, and finally fell asleep with her clothes on.

The bed in the study was very narrow, and there was not much room to turn over. He lay quietly on his back, staring at a blank ceiling.

In the moment of silence, the street lamp in the distance became the only light source in the middle of the night, sending a little bit of obscure light through the wall—unfortunately, this could not prevent the white of the ceiling from being stained gray by the night.

Gray is the color of dreams, because memories are black and white, and the fragments of memories are intertwined to become gray.

Many people's dreams are composed of memories.

When he fell asleep without knowing when, the dream came.

Long lost dream.In the dream, he was invisible, just a simple photographic lens, framing everything in front of him, including the rented house that was sealed deep in his memory.

The iron door was rusted and closed tightly all day long.

This door is only opened once in the morning, noon, and night, which is when the residents inside commute to get off work and take a lunch break.

An upside-down "Fu" character pasted on the door was randomly bought from a street stall during the Chinese New Year. The workmanship is rough, and it has begun to fade in summer. It looks worn and old, and the edges of the tape have peeled off. roll up.

The tape was pasted by himself.At that time, I was too young and didn't know how to make it symmetrical and beautiful. After sitting on the ground for a long time, I still had one piece on the left and one piece on the right, sticking crookedly.But it wasn't him who pasted the word "Fu" on the door. It was the woman who watched him fiddle with the tape in front of him. She was still smiling slightly at first, but that smile disappeared when he got up and wanted to go out with her to get the stickers.

"Shen Yan," the woman squatted down again, put her index finger on her lips, and made a "shush" motion, "don't talk, don't make any noise."

He looked at the woman's serious expression, nodded, sat back and silently grabbed the remaining tape to play with.

The woman didn't move, and continued: "Go back to the room and play, otherwise someone will see you when you open the door."

He nodded again, packed the adhesive tape and small scissors on the floor according to his words, put them in a plastic box, and carried them back to the bedroom, not forgetting to close the door slowly.

This rented one-bedroom and one-living room has very few furnishings and is very simple, but it is okay for a simple life.

The woman didn't send him to kindergarten, she got up every day and hurriedly made breakfast for two people, and went to work before watching him finish eating, and would go home for an hour and a half during lunch break, during which time she made lunch, took a short nap, and went out again in the afternoon until dusk return.

When the woman is away, he knows how to find building blocks in the cabinet, find plasticine to make, or find the little book bought by the woman for him to read slowly.Although she has never been to kindergarten, she will teach him to read and write at night, and he will read it himself after a long time, so that he can survive the long morning and afternoon.

The phone at home seldom rings, but sometimes it rings non-stop. At that time, the woman will sit aside and stare at the phone, but refuse to answer it.

Even if he answered, the woman would tell him before picking up the phone: "Shen Yan, don't talk, don't make any noise."

He nodded slightly, and obediently went to the corner to read his story book.

Don't talk, don't make a sound.

This is what the woman taught him from time to time. Once he got used to this hint, even if the woman sat on the chair and sobbed alone after listening to the phone, he could only watch quietly.

Because he knew that if he spoke without permission, the woman would beat his palm hard with a ruler, and he was not allowed to cry when it hurt.

I cried once before, but I probably couldn't hold back my crying, so I was accidentally overheard by the neighbor next door.Later, the couple next door made a few handmade rice dumplings during the Dragon Boat Festival and planned to distribute them to the neighbors. When it was their turn, the woman told him to hide in the room and put away all the children's things in the living room. OK, now the door opens.

He sat alone behind the door, motionless, listening to the courteous greetings and chats between the maid at the door and the couple, trying not to make any noise.

"By the way, do you have children in your family?" Suddenly, the lady asked curiously.

"No, I'm single." The woman answered very briefly, but there was already an imperceptible sense of fear in her voice.

"It's true, you are still so young." The lady said flatteringly.

"Hey, but I seem to have heard a child crying on your side before. Could it be that it's not your room, but another resident?" The gentleman answered with a smile.But his tone was very leisurely, and he didn't mean to be serious with her.

"Maybe I misheard." The woman smiled stiffly.

This accident caused him to suffer the most terrible beating since he was sensible.

I stuffed my mouth with a towel so that my neighbors would not hear me crying again, and then I whipped it so hard with a feather duster that my skin was torn and the blood continued to flow down.

"Don't cry, don't make a sound! You were almost exposed by the neighbors today, you know!" The woman scolded him angrily in a low voice.

He bit the towel tightly, unable to struggle, and could only nod mechanically with tears in his eyes.

"Will it still be like this in the future!" the woman asked hoarsely.

He shook his head weakly.He didn't make a sound from the beginning to the end, even when he took off the towel, he just sobbed in a low voice.

The woman was probably tired from the beating, she sat on the edge of the bed and half of her body collapsed, looking at him with gloomy eyes, with half of her makeup removed, she looked like a lonely ghost, extremely stern.He got up from the ground by himself, endured the pain and limped to her side, buried his head in the blanket and cried enough, wiped away the tears on his face.The woman threw away the feather duster, hugged him into her arms, and then choked up.

"Shen Yan...you have to forgive Mom." The woman repeated over and over again like a playback machine, "If you are found out, it will be bad for anyone. Do you know?"

With a numb face, he lay stiffly in her arms, motionless.

"Anyway, just remember, don't talk, just don't let them hear you." The woman's thoughts rang in his ears repeatedly like a mantra.

As long as you don't talk, it's fine, understand.

And no one will listen to what he wants to say.