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"Make a birthday wish."

He said, "I made noodles for you after you made your wish."

Thin colored candles were inserted on the chocolate cake, and the dim candlelight shone on Song Heng's face, with a bowl of egg noodles next to it.He supported the funny "Happy Birthday" golden crown hat on his head, a little helpless: "Do you have to wear this?"

"This is a sense of ritual! You can't take it off, hurry up and make a wish!"

Song Heng put his hands together and closed his eyes.His eyelashes are long and cast little shadows.He opened his eyes again and waved, "Let's blow out the candles together."

"It's not my birthday."

That being said, the camera still got closer, and the person behind the camera showed half of his profile.Xin Wan held his breath and stared at the screen tightly, the candle was blown out, the surrounding was dark, and he couldn't see that person's face.

No one turned on the light, and the voice of the man was curious: "What wish did you make?"

Song Heng smiled lightly: "It won't work if you say your wish."

"You tell me secretly, you know and I know, and the wish will come back."

"Then put your ears close," Song Heng said, "I'll tell you."

This secret is exclusive to the three, Song Heng, "he" and the camera.

——It was a light kiss on the pinna.

"Wait for you," Song Heng's voice was low, as if he was grasping the apex of his heart, his senses were trembling, "wait for your birthday, I will exchange wishes with you, okay?"

Waiting for you.

The video cuts to the next scene. This time there is no one in the shot, it is a busy asphalt road, there are many people, and the person behind the camera is panting: "Now, our front desk reporter is on his way to A University. I'm looking for him. After a 10-minute walk and a 10-minute bus ride, we have now seen the plaque with the size of A." He said with emotion, "It's so far away."

"Do you want to buy an iced milk tea for your boyfriend on the way?" The camera shifted to a street stall, "Forget it, his stomach is like that, it must be uncomfortable to eat. So let's buy one to reward the hard-working front desk reporter! "

Xin Wan wanted to laugh a little.

After buying the milk tea, the straw appeared in the camera from time to time. The man was sipping on the milk tea. Suddenly there was movement behind him. Someone patted him on the shoulder: "Where are you looking?"

Song Heng was wearing an off-white sweater, with a black scarf loosely around his neck, and his words turned into a white mist. He smiled and rubbed the man's head: "I'm waiting for you under the first street light at the school gate , why did you run too far?"

"Forget it, I'll come here to find you next time," the camera panned to the lamp, with a dazzling white light, "Do you want milk tea? Just give me one sip."

Song Heng moved closer and smiled childishly: "Hey, hey me."

"Wow, you are almost twenty, how can you bully minors."

Having said that, the whole cup of milk tea was handed over, "Drink less, your stomach won't work."

Song Heng held the milk tea book in his left hand, and interlocked his fingers with that person with his right hand. He didn't care about other people's gazes, and said frankly and freely, "I have evening classes later. Slow down when you go back. I'll go find them next week." You are New Year's Eve."

"Then I'll find a good daily rental house first and have a party!" The man said happily, "Then we can celebrate the New Year!"

"I'll do it for you. Do your homework well, so as not to lose your ranking when it's all over the place." Song Heng suddenly reached out and touched the camera, "It's not tiring to take pictures with such a heavy thing every day."

"I'm not tired. I'm thinking of taking it out when we're in our [-]s or [-]s. By then, you'll be too old to walk, you'll have to put blankets on your legs, and you'll lose all your teeth. I can only watch it while drinking tea water," the man smiled happily, focusing on Song Heng's face under the camera, "I have to tell you, 'Old man, you were so handsome when you were young'."

Under the light of the bright yellow street lamp, Song Heng's face looked gentle, he laughed, "Stupid."

"Since you can drink tea when you are old, you can also drink milk tea. It's all water, so let's drink molu and watch videos together." The man said, "Anyway, you can't drink alcohol. You pour it in a glass."

"If you drink it, your blood vessels will be blocked."

"Try again when you are old."

"..."

The screen suddenly went dark, and the earphones fell silent.

Xin Wan glanced at the progress bar, but was still walking.Is that a broken earphone?He took off the right earphone, then the left earphone, and when he put it on again, there was an ambiguous sound from the earphone.

Xin Wan was stunned.

The picture was hazy and dim. After turning up the brightness, I could vaguely see the outline of Song Heng's face and the hot sweat from his temples, which were wet under the thin light.He propped his hands on the sides of the person below him, his face suddenly moved away and neared.

The camera was shaking, until she let out an unbearable gasp, Xin Wan suddenly realized what they were doing, her cheeks flushed instantly, and she subconsciously bit the back of her hand.

"Don't you like taking pictures of me?" Song Heng's voice was hoarse, "Hold on steady, don't fall."

"I won't shoot anymore, I can't hold it anymore, bro..."

The video was still playing, and Xin Wan didn't know the reason why she didn't close it, she just felt her head went blank, with disgust and nausea on the one hand, and a tendency to excited emotions on the other, she had a physiological reaction in embarrassment.

This was unfamiliar to Xin Wan, he stared at the sweating Song Heng in the picture with red face, and heard his muffled groans, he knew that their hearts were beating, their bones and muscles were so hot that they melted, and they became insignificant figures in the white and fat world desire.

At the end of the romance, the camera seemed to be placed next to the pillow, just facing the back of the photographer's head and the upper half of Song Heng's face.

"you are annoying."

Song Heng smiled and scratched the man's nose, repeating: "I'm so annoying."

"You are shameless."

"I'm shameless."

The man laughed, the dents on the butterfly bone on his back were clear, he hugged Song Heng, rubbed his face against his neck, and said in a soft and coquettish tone, "What should I do, I like you so much."

Song Heng was still repeating, in a low voice: "What should I do, I like you so much." He laughed, and called "Baby" in a hoarse voice, sweet lover's words.

They hugged and kissed.

Suddenly the camera was taken over again, and the man said, "Quickly tell the camera again, it must have not been recorded just now."

"You really want to record 'Love Trajectory', little photographer?" Song Heng laughed.

"Love me? Say it quickly."

Song Heng looked at the camera, the watery moonlight poured down, his eyes seemed to become gentle, and in the silence, he said softly: "Love."

"I love you."

"I've loved you all my life."

The syllables that obviously only existed in the earphones became the arrows that hit the bull's-eye. The blunt impact made Xin Wan feel like he was being strangled, unable to breathe, and made him feel transparent. In the video, Song Heng watched The camera, as if looking into his eyes, said, I love you.

The video ended and went dark.

Xin Wan saw tears on her face in the dark.

too weird.

His hands were shaking as he removed the disc from the computer.The disc was put into a white envelope, and Xin Wan discovered that a heart was drawn on the lower right corner of the back of the envelope, a small, faded red.

Want to smash the disc.

When this idea came up, Xin Wan guessed belatedly that he didn't feel disgusted, but...envious.

It's not envy either.

It's jealousy.

Emotions that are not on the table, emotions that are difficult to express.

Xin Wan couldn't understand himself and felt very tired. He put the disc and computer on the cabinet, wrapped his body in the quilt, curled up like a baby, and fell asleep without wiping his tears.

In the end, I woke up because of too little oxygen.

Xin Wan was dizzy, walking out with cotton mops, and saw that the lights outside were on.As if in a dream, he saw Song Heng standing with his back in the kitchen, cutting tomatoes with his head down.

"Wake up," he heard the footsteps, but didn't look back: "Wash your hands and eat."

Xin Wan opened his mouth, but his throat couldn't be controlled. When he went to the bathroom, he saw his messy hair, tear stains, and red cheeks in the transparent mirror, so he washed his face.

Song Heng was making tomato salad, the white granulated sugar had not melted, and the juice from the tomatoes was dripping on the board.

The phone rang suddenly, and Song Heng said, "Help me get it, it's on the sofa."

Xin Wan took the phone, and the name on the screen was Mao Nian.Just as Song Heng was about to take a towel beside him to wipe his hands, Xin Wan got connected and pressed the phone to his ear.

During the process of answering the phone, Xin Wan kept holding it up, very quiet, and looked straight at his side face.I have completely faded away from the youthfulness of high school, I don't smile or talk often, my lips are a little dry, and it doesn't look suitable to say "I love you".

The phone hung up at some point, Song Heng's hand covered his, and pulled out the phone.

"What are you staring at me for?"

Just a simple question, but not too curious.He fiddled with his phone, sending text messages.

"Brother." Xin Wan called him.

"What?"

"...It's nothing." Xin Wan muttered, and sat down at the dining table, mixing tomatoes with chopsticks.

It was very cold, and the sweet and sour juice was in the body. In the sudden awakening, Xin Wan knew that something had changed, but he didn't do anything, just let the disaster flow.

The author says:

It's all written like this, so it shouldn't be locked...