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Fang Yichuan didn't expect that he would quarrel with Xin Wan.

To be precise, it was not a two-way argument, but Fang Yichuan's one-way tantrum.

The time took place in late September and the weather was still hot.The overhead ceiling fan squeaked and turned, and the small red strips tied to the fan blades also fluttered, making people restless for no reason.

Fang Yichuan twirled the pen in his hand three times, and kept sneaking glances at Xin Wan. Xin Wan was lying on the table without knowing it, holding a green 2b pencil in his hand, and drawing on the one-yuan draft paper.

Halfway through the math class, Fang Yichuan couldn't hold back and asked in a low voice, "Do you have anything to say to me?"

Xin Wan showed a puzzled expression and shook her head.

The fire couldn't be suppressed all of a sudden, the bell rang for the end of get out of class, and as soon as the teacher left the classroom, Fang Yichuan threw the ballpoint pen on the table and asked, "Why didn't you wait for me after school last night!"

Xin Wan stopped writing, looked at him blankly, then remembered, and whispered, "I forgot."

"You forgot?" Fang Yichuan almost laughed out loud, with an aggressive tone, "You don't want to go with me, do you? What do you want to do after school? I didn't go with you. If you want to go to the second floor, I will go with you too. , if you want to find someone, I will also ask for you, why did you just forget after school?"

He clenched his fists again, trying to deliberately ignore the eyes of his classmates, but suddenly felt like a bitter woman who was alone in the cold palace, so he hummed heavily, stared at the table and stopped talking.

In fact, it is a small matter, there is no need to get angry.But at the age of sixteen or seven, "not waiting for me after school" is the top priority, the top crime in friendship.

Fang Yichuan's aura came and went quickly, before the heat of the noon sun spread, the aura dissipated completely.But when the words were thrown out, his hard bones stood up, and it would be unsightly to bend down.

When the bell rang for the last class in the morning, Fang Yichuan packed his schoolbag very slowly, deliberately waiting for Xin Wan.But Xin Wan seemed tired, lying on the table without moving.This made Fang Yichuan angry again, angrily left with his schoolbag, and closed the door heavily.

The door slammed loudly, but Fang Yichuan still didn't leave. He was carrying a black Converse backpack, with his arms resting on the window in the corridor, staring at the greenery outside.

Why can't you take the initiative to talk to him?

Not a friend?

The voices around were much less. I don't know how long it had passed. Fang Yichuan swore that he would never be friends with Xin Wan again.

"Are you waiting for me?"

Fang Yichuan was taken aback, and his anger disappeared again, and he said stiffly, "I'm just looking at the scenery."

"I'm sorry for keeping you waiting for so long," said Xin Wan, who had a very faint scent of washing powder, which was different from other boys' clean smell, "I really forgot, I didn't make you wait on purpose, I won't do it next time gone."

Unexpectedly, Fang Yichuan was so nervous that his cheeks burned, he was at a loss, and even stuttered a little: "No, it's okay! I've forgotten it a long time ago."

The lunch break bell rang, but no one moved.Xin Wan fell silent, and put her gaze blankly on the cherry blossom trees planted in the campus. It is not yet blooming, and there are only green leaves on the brown branches.

"I didn't wait for you because—" Xin Wan started the conversation again, "because I'm sick."

Fang Yichuan was startled: "What are you scolding yourself for?"

"I don't know if I'm sick or not. I didn't scold myself. It's the truth." Xin Wan exhaled, squatted down, and leaned against the wall, and said, "I have a bad memory recently. I can't remember anything. What? It's easy to forget."

With a guilty tone, Fang Yichuan was at a loss, and heard him say again: "Have you ever had that feeling, just like stepping on a cloud, unable to remember anything, as if derailed from the world."

Fang Yichuan also squatted down: "I... don't feel that way."

"I came to look for him, but I couldn't find him," Xin Wan said in a confused tone, and fastened the shoulder strap of her schoolbag, "There is only a shadow, and I can't see it clearly."

Fang Yichuan couldn't understand these words, he tried to decode them, but couldn't start, "Who is he?"

Xin Wan lowered his eyes, his eyelashes cast brown shadows, he turned his head to look at Fang Yichuan, and changed the subject: "Do you like puppies?"

The puppy, with wet and dark eyes, is well-behaved and docile, with soft paws.Fang Yichuan looked into Xin Wan's clear eyes, felt that he was very beautiful, but his thoughts were not in place, so he nodded unconsciously and said, "I like it..."

"Do you want to come to my house to look after the dog on Saturday? I have a puppy. Just treat it as... I will apologize to you, don't be angry with me," Xin Wan took the schoolbag in front of her, and took out a sticky note and a ballpoint pen , "I'll write you the address."

The sticky note was stuffed into the palm of his hand, and it was so hot that he shivered. Fang Yichuan was dazed with joy, not to mention angry, he almost forgot his last name, so he nodded hastily: "See you on Saturday!"

It is a good thing for Xin Wan to be able to handle the relationship with her friends well.

I boarded the No. 45 bus, and there were so many people today, the smell of sweat and the heat were crowded and chafing, and there were no vacant seats, so Xin Wan had to hold the handle.Halfway through the bus, he suddenly remembered that he hadn't asked Song Heng for his opinion.

If you want to invite strangers to your home, you must at least get the consent of the host.

Xin Wan felt a little annoyed—forgotten things again.

In all fairness, Song Heng was indeed very tolerant towards him, perhaps because of his cousin's status—including the ball he brought back from the hospital, and the watch he bought with all his heart to cover his scars.He seemed to know everything, which made Xin Wan feel uncontrollably dependent.

But whether Song Heng would agree, Xin Wan was not sure.

When the No. 45 bus arrived at the stop, the sky was completely dark, leaving only a narrow light on the horizon.Xin Wan was absent-minded along the way, and suddenly caught a glimpse of a black shadow from the corner of her eye, and then it disappeared again, which seemed to be an illusion.

Follow the elevator to the 16th floor.When the door was opened, it was pitch black as far as the eye could see.

Has the nanny come to cook yet?

Xin Wan felt a little strange, she took off her canvas shoes in the dark, but vaguely saw the shoes Song Heng often wore.

Song Heng is at home?

Xin Wan didn't turn on the light, and walked in while leaning on the wall. Qiuqiu noticed his arrival, and barked twice happily in the cage. Just as he was about to approach the dog cage, he suddenly saw a little light—it was the light of smoke.

Song Heng was in the dark, with his arm resting on the window lattice, a cigarette held between his index and middle fingers, the smoke was thinly dispersed, and his face was vaguely visible.

Xin Wan stood there in a daze, subconsciously holding her breath.

Song Heng heard footsteps, looked sideways, and said casually: "I'm back."

"Brother," Xin Wan coughed and walked over due to the choking smell of smoke, "Why don't you turn on the light?"

"forgotten."

Xin Wan got closer, and through the dim light of the street lamp outside, she could see Song Heng's face clearly, with bruises on the cheekbones and a long thin bloodstain.

Xin Wan screamed out and wanted to reach out to touch it: "Brother, what happened to your face, who did it?"

Song Heng clasped his wrist, pressed it, and said in a cold tone, "Don't worry about it."

Xin Wan's anxious eyes were a little red: "How can I ignore it? Have you applied the medicine? I remember there is a first-aid kit at home. I'll go find it."

Song Heng stood there without moving, quietly watching him turn on the ceiling light in the living room, the light pierced his eyes brightly, Song Heng squinted his eyes subconsciously.The sound of rummaging through boxes and boxes was clear, Xin Wan ran over after a while, holding the small box, grabbed Song Heng's wrist and sat down on the sofa.

"I'll put some medicine on you. If you feel pain, just tell me and I'll take it easy."

Xin Wan stood in front of him, lowered her head, dipped a cotton swab in iodophor, and bent her body.

The cotton swab touched the face, it was cool, and Xin Wan moved closer, breathing warmly on each other's faces.Such a distance is very suitable for creating ambiguity, but he just stared at the wound - Song Heng's complexion was cold and pale, and the bruise was particularly abrupt and swollen.

It must be very painful.

After wiping for a while, his wrist was suddenly grabbed, Xin Wan looked at him blankly, Song Heng frowned and asked, "Why are you crying?"

Are you crying?

Xin Wan touched his face with his free hand, and it was indeed wet. He said in a daze, "I don't know, maybe it's because I saw you hurt, so I feel very uncomfortable." Similar to empathy, Xin Wan described Can't feel that feeling, maybe it's empathy?

The corners of his eyes and lower eyelids were flushed, and he looked at Song Heng for help.

In Zhongxia many years ago, Xin Wan looked at him with the same eyes.

In the ktv, Xin Wan was drunk, her cheeks were flushed, she snatched the microphone frantically, sat on a high chair, and sang "Summer Love", the lights were dizzy, like a falling colorful galaxy.

His Cantonese pronunciation is not standard, but it is very clean.

Singing: "iloveyou, will you hear me, will you be like me, waiting for the distant midsummer every second?"

Singing: "Now I just want you to see you, but I want to miss you, you should know, you should feel, that loves you."

Coming out of the ktv, Xin Wan confessed to him, the words were stumbled, she clearly said "I like you", but her tone was firm like "I can do anything for you, including death".

Only then did 17-year-old Song Heng realize that the love song he sang seemed to be focused on everyone, but in the end it was only sung to him.

But he never crossed the line, and lived a simple life. To him, Xin Wan was a drink with no side effects, an unlit cigarette, and all hallucinogenic drugs. It was too dangerous to cross the threshold, so he rejected Xin Wan. .

Xin Wan also cried like this that night, quietly, beautifully and seductively, she looked up at him, very fragile, but wiped her tears and said: "It's okay! It doesn't matter if you don't like me, I can Chasing you, you must at least let me chase you, okay?"

As soon as his tears fell, Song Heng felt a certain sinking in his heart, as if he was reconstructed, but also seemed to disappear completely.

He had no way to refuse Xin Wan a second time.

The windows in Shuyueli were not closed, and the hot wind stirred up the smell of tobacco, which was on Song Heng's body.

He looked at Xin Wan's flushed eyes, and lightly touched Xin Wan's cheek with his hand. Thin calluses formed on his fingertips and touched his earlobe, itching.

Xin Wan looked at him blankly, this look reminded Song Heng suddenly.

——On that night a few years ago, red lights, white roads, summer love, he wanted to kiss Xin Wan the same way.

The author says:

I went out to celebrate my birthday today. Fortunately, I have a manuscript. [Changed the sentence in Chapter 2. What was changed was what Song Heng said to Xin Wan when he left the hospital. It doesn’t matter whether you read it or not. з"∠)_