Leftover temperature

"Does Xiaoyan like sweet potatoes?"

The seven-year-old boy held a steaming roasted sweet potato and looked at the delicious four-year-old boy who sat across the fire and ate.

The four-year-old Xiao Shenyan blinked and nodded.The child's mouth was still stained with golden sweet potato flesh, and his little face was roasted red, a bit cute.

A sweet potato as big as his father's fist was almost eaten by Xiao Shenyan.Seeing that his younger brother was eating deliciously, he pursed his lips, hesitated for a while, folded off half of the piece in his hand, and handed it to Xiao Shenyan awkwardly after he finished eating.

Xiao Shenyan's eyes lit up, and the clear and round eyes reflected a fiery red light, like red flowers swaying in a flower garden, warm and pure.

But Xiao Shenyan glanced at him secretly, and said in a low voice, "Brother, don't you want to eat?"

He froze for a moment, turned his head away pretending to be indifferent, and said, "I don't like to eat this."

But grandpa said that you like roasted sweet potatoes the most, and he gave you the biggest one.

Xiao Shenyan didn't dare to say these words, he was a little afraid of this brother who was three years older than him.

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The friendship in childhood is always clean and clear, clearer than glass, more beautiful than fireworks, but it is fleeting and fleeting.

"elder brother!"

The seven-year-old Xiao Shenyan happily ran towards the ten-year-old him with a kite.

Standing in the sunshine and the breeze, with the fragrance of flowers and plants, he opened his arms that were not wide enough to catch his thin little brother.And the younger brother, swept by the clearness of summer, crashed into the arms of the young him.

Xiao Shenyan raised his head and stared at him with a smile, perhaps because the sunlight was a bit dazzling, so he squinted his eyes slightly when looking at him.

The thick long eyelashes trembled slightly, casting a small shadow under Xiao Shenyan's eyes.

He seemed to step into a cloud.

"Well, what's wrong?" He asked with a smile.

Xiao Shenyan waved the crumpled goldfish kite in his hand, and said with a smile: "Mom and Dad are back! Bought me a kite!"

The younger brother is happy.Because she was happy, she immediately ran towards him with joy.

He couldn't help but reach out and stroke his brother's soft hair: "That's good."

"But I can't, my brother taught me to let it go!" Xiao Shenyan wiped the rice grains off his face in his arms.

He was a little helpless, but happier than ever.So he flew the kite, bent slightly tirelessly, held his younger brother in his arms, held his little hand, and ran with a smile.

Later, the younger brother was tired, and so was he. They took back the kite and lay on the green grass, looking at the blue sky and white clouds, birds and insects.

"Where does Xiaoyan want to go in the future?"

He knew it was a silly question.My younger brother is only seven years old now, and he still doesn't know what's going on in the outside world.

Xiao Shenyan tilted his head and thought for a while, as if he was thinking about the meaning of his brother's words. After a while, he said: "I want to be with my brother!"

He was startled for a moment, chuckled softly, looked sideways at the profile of his younger brother Qingzhi, and said in a low voice, "My brother also wants to be with Xiao Yan."

As his younger sister grew up, the financial pressure on his parents also increased year by year, and he was already sensible at that time.His parents left Xiao Shenyan and his younger sister in the countryside, and in order to reduce the burden on his grandparents, he went to a strange city with his parents when he was older.He studied outside and grew up outside.He saw a lot of novel things, but no matter how eye-catching they were, they couldn't compare to the sunset glow of Shixi Village in the evening.

He thinks of his younger brother when he sees candied haws, and he also thinks of his younger brother when he sees marshmallows.Although the younger brother is silly, he clings to him and likes him.His younger brother was the blazing sun in his barren childhood, so he wanted to give him all the good things he saw.

At that time, his parents' careers were still on the rise, and they were often busy at work, so they couldn't take care of him. The uncle driver he hired was only responsible for taking him to and from school, and he stayed alone in the rented house most of the time.

There is a street under the rented house, and there is a wonton stand on the corner.In fact, he doesn't like to eat wontons, but he thought that his younger brother likes to eat wontons in Baihua Town the most, so he would eat a bowl there after school every day, as if in this way he was invisibly connected with his younger brother again.

Then came the long-awaited summer vacation. Before his parents sent him back to his hometown, he quietly bought three strings of candy figurines for his younger siblings. Can't eat too much sweet.He happily held them all the way, but when he got home and opened them excitedly, the sugar figurines had already melted into a viscous liquid under high temperature.

He was frustrated, and he found that his brother seemed less attached to him.

Because he is not good at speaking, friends around him think he is boring, so he is often alone, and the adults in the family can only reason with him. Now his younger siblings are afraid of him, and he doesn't know how to talk to his younger brother.

He is not discouraged, and every time he goes home, he will bring food to his younger siblings in different ways, and sometimes he will bring some small gadgets, and they are really happy.But gradually, he found that his younger brother looked at him with a kind of fear, that kind of inexplicable and strange sense of fear, which made him uncomfortable and frightened.

However, he didn't know how to express his kindness, so he could only keep a sad face, and gradually found that his brother was getting farther and farther away from him.

At the age of 15, he sat in the courtyard looking at the stars with a sad face, and couldn't understand why his younger brother ignored him.

He wants to be closer to him, and it doesn't matter if he can't speak, then he will attract him, treat him well, and let his brother like him.

He rode alone to several supermarkets in the town, and bought a bag of sweet potatoes in this hot summer.He made a fire himself, and sat in front of the kang in the middle of the night to roast sweet potatoes for him.Roasting and roasting, but because of the exhaustion of the day, I fell asleep.

When he woke up again, the fire had already been extinguished, and the sweet potatoes in the kang, which were ripe but already cooled, were exuding an unpleasant smell.

He reached out to take it, gently opened it, and found that the inside of the sweet potato had already rotted.

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Xia Shenyan woke up from the dream.

He stared at the dark ceiling in a daze for a while, only to realize that he had just had a long, long dream.

His eyes were a little sore and his throat was uncomfortable.

"Yan Yan."

A big warm hand touched his cheek, and his fingertips lightly brushed his eyes. He squinted his eyes tightly, only to realize that he had just shed tears all over his face.

Xia Shenyan froze for a moment, turned his head stiffly, and met Si Jinqing's worried eyes.

Si Jinqing's brows are gentle and soft, the emotions in his eyes are dark, and his pupils are as deep as the sea.Her lips moved several times, watching him finally hesitate to speak.

He guessed that it might be because he was raving again when he was dreaming just now.

His voice was a little hoarse, and it was uncomfortable to scrape when he uttered, so he closed his mouth and did not speak.

Si Jinqing leaned over and kissed his forehead, and asked softly, "Does it still hurt?"

Xia Shenyan was stunned, but found strangely that he didn't have any other physical discomfort tonight except dizziness.

He smiled, shook his head and said, "No."

Only then did Si Jinqing's tense face relax a little.

"Just... what did you dream about?" Si Jinqing asked suddenly.

Xia Shenyan blinked, closed his eyes and thought about it for a while, chuckled a few times, and said, "It's the past."

"What?" Si Jinqing looked at him.

"My brother." Xia Shenyan didn't intend to hide it, and he guessed that he had already said it when he was raving just now, otherwise Si Jinqing's tone would not be so ambiguous.

Si Jinqing and Xia Shangzheng have never dealt with each other.He hates Xia Shangzheng, because once Xia Shangzheng gets close to Xia Shenyan, his Yanyan will be sad for a long time.

Si Jinqing pursed her lips tightly and said nothing, just looked at him quietly with lowered eyes.

Xia Shenyan smiled, turned sideways, hugged his waist vaguely, buried his face in his arms, and after a while said in a muffled voice: "...you asked me last time if I blamed them. "

Si Jinqing was startled: "Well, what's wrong?"

Xia Shenyan took a deep breath and said softly, "I think, I don't blame them."

Si Jinqing didn't speak.

"I... I know it might not be right for me to say this now, but I feel like crying..." Xia Shenyan closed his eyes.

Si Jinqing tightened his hands, kissed him lightly on the forehead, and said in a deep voice, "Say it, I'll listen."

Xia Shenyan sniffed, and after a while he choked up and said, "I miss my grandparents so much."

"I know." Si Jinqing kissed his forehead.

"...I miss Ah Zhen."

"I know." Si Jinqing kissed the tip of his nose.

"I miss Mom and Dad..." Tears wet the cloth on Si Jinqing's chest.

"...I know." His voice became hoarse.

"I miss my brother."

But why, my brother doesn't want him anymore...Obviously he still liked him so much.

How deep is that memory?It was so deep that even though the picture of the past was blurred, his elder brother's care and doting on him still remained so clear and clear in the deepest part of his mind.

Speaking of this sentence, Xia Shenyan finally burst into tears.

This time Si Jinqing didn't answer him, but kept silent and continued to kiss him between the eyebrows.

It turned out that the price of growth was so bloody.

So he likes to sleep, when he sleeps he can see the past.In a trance, I went back to the sunny and breezy afternoon when I was with my brother flying a kite; That baked sweet potato rotting in the corner.

At that time, he wondered, how could there be sweet potatoes in summer?

It turns out that you can also have sweet potatoes in summer.

"I want to go home."

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Xia Shenyan couldn't bear the price of growth.

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