old light new bay

Coming out of the Mala Tang shop, Xin Wan kept clutching the scarf, the plush was still warm, and his red eyes could be seen in the car rearview mirror.Why do you cry so much?Xin Wan thought, crying for no reason, maybe Song Heng would think he was too naive.

But happiness is real. If he had a tail, he would be able to fly up to the sky by now.

It was eight o'clock in the night when I went back to Shuyueli again. There was no one to feed Qiuqiu at home. I was so irritable that I pulled off the sofa cushion and rolled on it like a skinny skin. I couldn't even shake my tail. Xin Wan poured it out. With a lot of dog food, Qiuqiu tried to bite his hand, but he avoided it: "How do you repay your kindness?"

Qiuqiu whimpered and buried her head in the food bowl.

Malatang is delicious, but it tastes so strong that it smells like rice, which is not good.

Song Heng went to the bathroom to take a shower, Xin Wan struggled to take off the down jacket with one hand, and threw it into the laundry bin.He hugged the ball and stroked his hair, and suddenly saw the ashtray beside the coffee table, only two or three cigarette butts were scattered, and there were even only a small part of it lit, Xin Wan thought: When did he learn to smoke?

The lights on the balcony were not turned on. Xin Wan opened the window with a cigarette butt, and then carefully lit the lighter. The red light flickered, and a thin wisp of gray smoke floated up. He inhaled clumsily, coughing hard , just about to try the second sip, but heard the sound of the bathroom door opening, Xin Wan stamped out the cigarette in a panic, and closed the window.

Song Heng was wearing gray-black cotton pajamas, his hair was still wet, and asked, "Go to the balcony?"

"The window was not closed there, so I went to close the window." Xin Wan was still guilty, and she didn't have the confidence to speak. After all, smoking someone else's cigarette sounds abnormal no matter how it sounds, and the stumped cigarette butt is still in his hand. Clenched in his hands, "You're done washing, then I'm going to take a shower, I smell so bad."

Without waiting for a response, Xin Wan hurried to the bathroom, but still remembered to close the door softly.

There was still white water mist in the bathroom. It was hot, and he lowered his head to take off his clothes. He was afraid of the cold, and the clothes underneath were thick and hard to take off. The bandage wrapped around his left hand was also very inconvenient, so he had to take it off first. Right sleeve.

There was a knock on the door, and Xin Wan was startled: "Huh?"

Song Heng's voice was outside the door: "You forgot to bring your towels and pajamas."

Xin Wan looked at her messy clothes in the glasses, hesitated for a while, and then opened the door. The mist filled the eyes for a short time, and soon became clear again. Song Heng saw his naked right arm, white and tender, wet with water youthful feeling.

He took the towel and pajamas and explained embarrassingly: "I take it off too slowly, I am always afraid of breaking the bandage. I remember you said that the bandage should not be undone or wet."

"You can call me." With a light hand, it was Song Heng who took it away and hung it aside. Xin Wan looked up at him and heard him whisper: "Then do you want my help now?"

Xin Wan felt that she couldn't breathe.

Song Heng's shadow gathered around him, and a voice sounded above his head: "Raise your hand."

He raised his hand mechanically, and heard a sigh again: "Raise your left hand higher, not your right hand."

The water mist was swimming in the bathroom, making people breathless. Every water element in it had been in contact with Song Heng, and then engulfed Song Heng's lungs and melted into the blood. Xin Wan's left hand couldn't help but slightly Curled up, and quickly let go.

It took a lot of effort to take off her clothes. Xin Wan felt that her face was about to burn, and she stood there at a loss, with her toes curled up, stepping on the wet ground—but Song Heng was fully dressed.

"Tell me if your arm is stiff." Song Heng put all the clothes into one of the laundry baskets, "don't put your left arm down when you take a shower later."

"Oh," Xin Wan whispered, "OK."

With the sound of water, Xin Wan practiced breathing repeatedly, but couldn't help but look up into his eyes, and didn't move away for a long time.

"What are you looking at me for?" Song Heng squeezed milky white shower gel on the bath flower.

"Your eyes..." Xin Wan said, "beautiful."

Song Heng glanced at him, didn't speak, but smiled, the smile was not very obvious - he seemed to be like this all the time, Xin Wan thought, he seldom showed his emotions, he was not good at expressing himself, just like when we first met, there was no such thing Change.

Yuhua rubbed her collarbone, then lingered between her waistline again, the two letters on her left chest were also submerged in the foam, it was very itchy, Xin Wan wanted to laugh, he wanted to hug Song Heng, and wet all the foam with evil intentions Give it to him, he won't be angry, or lean up and kiss him, fall wet into the bed, let the water on your body wet the hotel sheets.

He's done it before.

"Turn around." Song Heng said.

Xin Wan turned around obediently, but felt his movements paused, and asked, "What's wrong?"

Song Heng looked at his back—there were scars that had faded, long and uneven, and his voice was a little hoarse: "It's nothing, you don't have to hold your hands all the time."

The movement seemed to be lighter than before, bringing a gentle illusion, like touching, breathing on it, Xin Wan tightened her lips, staring at the white tiles under her feet.

"Turn around."

Xin Wan didn't move, the back of her snow-white neck was glowing red, her protruding bones were thin, and her fingers were clenched.

Just as Song Heng was about to repeat it, he watched him turn around slowly, concealing himself in embarrassment, biting his lower lip so red, his wet hair sticking to his temples, Song Heng looked down at him.Xin Wan wanted to hide back, but there was nowhere to escape, she panicked as if she was about to cry: "I'm sorry, I didn't do it on purpose, and there's nothing I can do about it..."

How to do how to do?This was indeed not intentional, Xin Wan felt unable to raise his head, but it was polite to lower his head, and raised his head high, just as he was about to explain again, he heard Song Heng say, "Close your eyes."

Xin Wan looked over in a daze, unable to react at all, Song Heng turned sideways and turned on the faucet, the cold water washed away the foam on his hands, and raised his hand to cover Xin Wan's eyes——his hands were cold, freezing him Shocked.

"Close your eyes."

The water mist was still permeating, and it was still hot. Xin Wan felt that he had melted into the water mist. Every bone, every inch of skin was burning hot. He couldn't help clasping Song Heng's wrist tightly, fearing that he would fall on the ground. On the ground, I couldn’t see anything in front of my eyes, but my mind was all white. The electric current spread through the body along the hand. Xin Wan’s eyelashes swept over the palm of the hand, and physiological tears flowed down. Her voice was soft and pitiful, murmuring Write: "Song Heng..."

help me.

no matter what.

He said so in his heart.

With the hand away, the light pierced in, just like a dream, Xin Wan let him wash off the foam and liquid on her body, Song Heng was also stained with water, and there were wet water marks, and asked: "Someone hit you before ?"

Xin Wan's mind was in a mess, and she didn't hear clearly: "Huh?"

"It's nothing."

Xin Wan lowered her head and said, "Thank you...that, it's you, and I can help you in the future."

Song Heng threw the towel aside and took the pajamas: "What can you do for me?"

"Help, help—" Xin Wan wished to bite off his tongue, he got stuck at the critical moment and stuttered, but he really didn't know how to say it, so he looked at him beggingly, "It's that one."

A towel brushed his hair, and his vision flickered, only to hear him say, "Let's talk."

Xin Wan breathed a sigh of relief, but she also had unspeakable regrets: "Oh... okay."

"Also, don't take the cigarette butts in the ashtray in the future, it's not clean," Song Heng said, "If you want to learn how to smoke, I can teach you later."

It was only then that Xin Wan realized that the cigarette butts thrown away in the trash can had been found long ago, and it seemed that even his ambiguous and daring intentions were clearly revealed, and his heart was beating fast. He said, "Okay."

He looked up at him again: "Then you teach me later."

It was on the last day of December that the left hand injury was almost healed.

Xin Wan often recalls many things in her dreams, scattered, like a candy box knocked over by a child, most of them are about Song Heng, and about her mother—most of them are not good memories, mixed with many quarrels.I remember very little about the correctional center, only pain and fear.

"This is probably a protection mechanism. It only reminds you of the good ones, and people's memory will instinctively avoid recalling the bad ones," Shen You said. Things that make you feel embarrassed are more likely to be praised by the teacher."

"But I haven't remembered all the good things." Xin Wan lay on the table with her chin resting on her arms, looking sullen, "I don't want to think about the bad ones..."

Shen You said: "If you want to think about it all, those things may be unavoidable."

Xin Wan lowered her eyes thoughtfully.

"But don't be in a hurry." Shen You couldn't help rubbing the top of his hair, thinking that the touch was really nice and soft, "Maybe you will remember more when you stay by Song Heng's side. The future will last forever, so don't be in a hurry."

There is ample time.

This word is bright, the Eden at the end and the light along the way seem to be found in time.

December 31.

In West Bay, the temperature is -7°C, and the weather turns cloudy to snowy.

It was the last day of this year, and Xin Wan couldn't remember how he spent the previous New Year's Eve, so he made it his own to make this the best New Year's Eve in his life.Last night, he tossed and turned about how to get through it, and he didn't calm down until after two o'clock, and sneaked into Song Heng's arms, buried him in the crook of his neck, and fell asleep against the warm body temperature.

She was woken up the next day, at about six or seven o'clock, Xin Wan was so sleepy that she lost consciousness, half-opened her eyes, and there were bloodshot eyes.

Song Heng sat on the edge of the bed and smiled, bent his body down, breathed the mint smell of toothpaste, and said softly, "I'm going to the company in the morning, it will take about a few hours, don't look for me when you wake up."

For a moment, Xin Wan couldn't tell whether it was a dream or reality, so she closed her eyes again and muttered: "Song Heng, I'm sleepy..."

The quilt seems to be tucked up, and I can vaguely feel the gaze, but I don't remember how long I stared at it before leaving.This sleep lasted until past ten o'clock, and after waking up, she sat on the bed in a daze for a long time before Xin Wan slowly turned over and got out of bed, and walked out of the bedroom with cotton wool.

The living room didn't turn on the light, and the dark mood flowed in from the floor-to-ceiling windows. Xin Wan bit her fingers tangledly, and deleted, deleted, and deleted the text messages on her mobile phone, and it took nearly 10 minutes to send them out.

-Will you come back for New Year's Eve?

It seems that the sad tone is too obvious, but the text message cannot be withdrawn at will.

Xin Wan began to feel scared, similar to a kind of terrified panic. After realizing the amnesia, he always fell into this emotion. When Song Heng was around, he could still pretend, but when Song Heng was not around, he had no strength to maintain it. He watched himself restless and anxious, but there was nothing he could do.

When the phone rang, Xin Wan trembled in surprise, and opened the text message carefully.

- go back soon.

Xin Wan yelled loudly, picked up Qiuqiu with a smile, buried her face in its furry body, and arched it hard a few times, Qiuqiu twisted wildly a few times and jumped out, looking at him in horror .

But this sentence is not true, at least not "soon", and I didn't come back until two or three o'clock in the afternoon. Xin Wan sat on the sofa and waited for a long time, the sugar in his mouth was almost melted, and the door rang. Wan's slippers made a loud noise and hurried to open the door, only to be greeted by a brown paper bag.

"There is a shop selling fried sugar and chestnuts on the street," Song Heng closed the door and said, "I brought you some."

Xin Wan was really flattered, the strong chestnut fragrance, he used to eat it at the door in high school, a pot, tumbling quartz sand and sugar.

He held the chestnuts in his arms, and was reluctant to open them for a while, then looked at his big and small bags, and asked curiously: "What are these?"

"Flour, glutinous rice flour, pots, and some vegetables," Song Heng said, "Tomorrow is New Year's Day, don't you want to make dumplings and glutinous rice balls on New Year's Day? I don't have any of these at home, so I have to buy them again."

Xin Wan blinked, trying not to shed tears on this occasion, and took a bag in his hand: "I'll carry it for you, it's so heavy." Suddenly remembered something, withdrew her hand, and took out the bag. I took out the hard candy in the sweater pocket and opened it: "Do you want to eat candy, it's apple flavored."

"Where did the sugar come from?"

"I found it in the drawer of the living room. I'm sorry. I found it myself. I didn't rummage through anything else!" Xin Wan smiled sheepishly.

Song Heng didn't have a hand to spare, so he raised his hand and passed it over. The palm briefly touched his dry lips, and the sweet and sour taste permeated between his lips and tongue. It reminded Song Heng of the dense spots of light under the locust tree in summer.

Xin Wan picked up the biggest bag and put it in the kitchen excitedly.

The bag of chestnuts that Song Heng bought was so large that it was almost overflowing. Xin Wan couldn't remember the price of roasted chestnuts in high school, but she only remembered that she was willing to buy some, and put them in her school uniform in the winter wind, and it was still steaming at home. The skin is going to be hot red.

Now, he has realized the "freedom of fried chestnuts" in a disguised form. He can't finish eating, and his mouth is full of tenderness. He peeled several pieces for Song Heng, and always resisted to talk to him about the past, for fear that his mouth would be the old story of high school.

The chestnuts were not finished before dinner, and instead she couldn’t eat dinner. Xin Wan felt that she had eaten too much and felt sick. After taking the digestion pills, she said negatively: "I feel like a starving ghost. You know what a starving ghost is?" dead?"

Song Heng asked: "How did you die?"

"Find food, and then starve to death," Xin Wan rubbed her stomach, and said firmly, "I am."

Song Heng stood up and smiled: "The starving ghost can go out to watch a movie?"

Xin Wan's eyes lit up: "Yes!"

It was already dark outside, and the promised snow did not fall. Like last time, Xin Wan began to wonder if the weather forecast in West Bay had always been so unreliable.The movie theater is across the street from Daosan Road, and you can walk there in 10 to [-] minutes. Xin Wan followed behind, stepping on Song Heng's elongated shadow, and quietly touched the shadow of his hand with the shadow of her own hand, thereby holding hands.

Song Heng suddenly turned his head, his voice was not loud in the cold wind: "You don't seem to have asked me about your past."

Xin Wan was so frightened that she withdrew her hand, and carefully put it in her pocket: "I was afraid that you would not have time to answer me, so I didn't ask, so can I ask now?"

"can."

There was nothing in his mind to ask, he knew that Song Heng was unwilling to mention the things they had loved each other, but he was not interested in other things, so his mind turned quickly, and he asked wisely: "I, I got admitted Are you in college?"

He knew the answer, even an academy of fine arts in this city, which is quite famous in the whole country.

"It's just this?" Song Heng wanted to laugh.

"That's very important," Xin Wan blushed, and argued, "No one wants to hire me if I haven't been admitted to college, so I can only wash dishes, so you must know this."

The voice was silent for a while, and Xin Wan suddenly remembered—he and Song Heng broke up in August. At that time, the college entrance examination volunteer admission results had not yet come out, but the contact had been broken. Song Heng went abroad after that, and where did he know about him? Which school did you go to?Embarrassment arose from the silence, Xin Wan rubbed her nose, and when she was about to change the question, she heard Song Heng's voice: "At Xiwan Academy of Fine Arts."

Xin Wan opened her mouth, but was unable to speak.

Song Heng looked at him: "What's wrong?"

"Ah," Xin Wan laughed dryly, "It's nothing, I just think I'm pretty good, and I thought my grades in high school were poor, so I'm sure I won't be able to get into such a good school."

"No," Song Heng said softly, "You were very smart in high school."

He couldn't ask any other questions, his mind was in a mess, and there was a reckless impulse to urge him to tell Song Heng the truth immediately, almost blurting out, regardless of the consequences, regardless of the past, but he couldn't say anything when he arrived at the theater. exported.

Among the crowd, Song Heng asked him, "What do you want to see?"

Xin Wan didn't have the heart to choose, but just randomly pointed to one.

Surrounded by the smell of popcorn, he also held a small bucket in his hand, the air seemed to be sticky, and the long ticket line slowly lined up. When entering the auditorium, Xin Wan remembered the name of the movie she forgot to watch. Yes, I just hope it's not some horror movie, he's afraid of ghosts.

It was a bit late, the lights inside had been turned off, and it was very dark. Xin Wan entered it from the bright, couldn't see anything clearly for a moment, and searched wildly with his hands. Song Heng grabbed his hand and said in a low voice: "Follow me .”

Song Heng's hand was very hot and dry, and he could feel the thin callus. Xin Wan grasped it tighter in the light and dark, followed the surging crowd to squeeze into his position, finally sat down, and breathed a sigh of relief.

The commercial had just ended and the feature film was switched on. Xin Wan remembered that he didn't even know the name of the movie, so she asked in a low voice, "Is this a horror movie?"

"I don't know," Song Heng said, "probably not."

Xin Wan stared nervously at the screen, only waiting for some blood and ghosts to appear before dragging Song Heng away, but no, the screen was full of sunlight, it was a campus youth movie, a group of high school students were sitting on the playground chatting , the name of the movie appeared, and the white words-"Can't Litchi Be Green".

Inexplicable name.

It was so hot in the movie theater that Xin Wan was almost out of breath, so she took off her coat and scarf.

The movie is about friendship. The protagonists are two isolated male high school students. One is red-green colorblind and the other is suspected of having paranoia. The two develop a strange friendship. The plot is like this, without any disturbances.

The movie said: "Can lychees be green?"

"why not?"

"But they all said that lychees are red and I'm an idiot."

"Is it right to have more people? People used to say that the earth is like a pot lid, and the earth is the center of the universe. Is the earth just that? I said that lychee is green, and it is green. We have to do Copernicus, we have to do The center of the universe, litchi is the first step."

Xin Wan ate several popcorns and lowered her voice: "Did you find out?"

Song Heng lowered his head slightly in order to hear clearly: "Huh?"

"That boy's name is 'Li Zhi', which sounds the same as 'lychee'." Xin Wan laughed, "Is it an Easter egg?"

Song Heng also took a piece of popcorn from the bucket and said, "Forget it."

At the end of the movie, Xin Wan started to feel a little bit sleepy, and didn't know what was going on. The screen suddenly went black, and in the dark classroom, lightning flashed a few times, the bright light was conspicuous, and there was a buzzing sound.

All Xin Wan's drowsiness dissipated, her whole body seemed to be frozen, her eyes stared blankly at the flashing lightning on the screen, her breathing became rapid, she fell into inexplicable fear and shivering, she couldn't struggle, even the reactions of other people I have no time to care, I can even hear the sound of my teeth chattering.

Song Heng realized that something was wrong and pressed his hand, only to realize that he was shaking.

"Xin Wan, Xin Wan."

Xin Wan didn't seem to hear it, she couldn't get back to her senses, her eyes were lowered, Song Heng didn't care about the crowds in the back row, said "Sorry", stood up, took Xin Wan's hand and walked out of the auditorium, the lights outside were brightly lit , the corridor was empty, and the cold sweat on Xin Wan's head became more and more obvious. Song Heng frowned, and just as he was about to press his shoulder, Xin Wan raised his hand to cover his face, with a trembling voice: "Don't hit me, don't hit me... ..."

Song Heng's hand stopped in place, and his Adam's apple rolled down, as if no words were suitable for comfort, or he was born stupid and couldn't think of ideas other than hugging.Xin Wan shook violently, her head resting on his shoulder, and the hand behind her patted his back lightly, as if she was coaxing a baby to sleep.

The light was still flowing, and the tears and sweat had not yet evaporated into the clouds. Xin Wan's trembling took a long time to calm down. His back and temples were soaked, but the corners of his eyes were dry. He didn't cry. He took a few deep breaths, and finally He raised his head, looked at him blankly, and said in a hoarse voice, "I'm sorry, I haven't finished the movie yet, and the popcorn is still there..."

"If you want to watch it, there is still a slot for this movie tomorrow," Song Heng said, "We can watch it tomorrow."

Xin Wan slowly stretched out her arms to hug his waist, with a strong sense of dependence and anxiety: "I'll hug you for a while, okay?"

"Ah."

The surrounding was very quiet, and the smell of popcorn was still there. Xin Wan said for a while, "I don't know why that happened, but I couldn't control myself. It was like my soul was out of my body. I could only look at myself like that from a very high place, but what? Can't do both."

Song Heng also responded nonsensically, and whispered: "But you are still back on the ground, aren't you?"

Xin Wan laughed: "That's right, otherwise people would definitely think I'm crazy."

Song Heng said suddenly: "Want to hear something about your high school?"

"I want to hear it," Xin Wan said, "but I don't know what to ask about."

"You were very afraid of pain in high school. You had to cover your eyes every time you smoked during the physical examination, and you would cry after smoking."

"Why did you say such a shameful thing?" Xin Wan didn't think of these things. He only felt novelty when he heard them, and even those nightmare feelings faded a lot. He let go of Song Heng's embrace and touched his nose. , "I'm just a little afraid of pain, but not too scared."

"It won't hurt so much in the future, and no one will hit you again," Song Heng said softly, looking into his eyes, which were hazy in the bright yellow light, but his words were clear, "Don't be afraid. "

The doors of the screening hall opened at 10:[-] at night, [-] minutes before the new year.

The colorful vertical rows at the entrance of the theater were still lit, and no one cleaned up the broken cannonballs on the ground. There was sleet in the sky, and the snow could not be seen. It all turned into water, like a silent sob.

Xin Wan has been looking forward to the snow for the New Year's Eve, but he never expected it to be this scene. The pavement bricks on the sidewalk are stained with wet marks, and the wind is also carrying the rain. Home?"

"There is a 24h convenience store nearby, I'll go there to buy an umbrella," Song Heng said, "You wait for me here."

"I'm with you!" Xin Wan put on the sweater hat, her whole face looked more childish, "You should put on the hat too."

"No, it will be there in a while."

Xin Wan, however, insisted on fastening the hat of his down jacket on him, and after tidying it up carefully, she was finally relieved. She lightly grabbed his sleeve, and walked into the water beach together, making a crisp sound.

The 24-hour convenience store is indeed very close, and the walking distance is only 2 minutes, but Song Heng's hair on the forehead is still a little wet. Xin Wan took the paper in his pocket, put his feet on his hair and lightly pressed it to absorb water, his eyes seemed to be A little sad, Song Heng said: "It's just light rain, it won't catch a cold."

Xin Wan shook her head and said softly, "It would be great if you never got caught in the rain."

Song Heng paused, looked down at him, and before he could see anything in his eyes, he withdrew his hand.

There were still some umbrellas in the 24h convenience store, but the designs were not very attractive. Song Heng picked one at random, and when paying for it, he even bought a truth stick and handed it to Xin Wan.As soon as he opened the door of the convenience store, the colorful rain curtain above his head was still falling into the water. Suddenly, he saw the countdown on the opposite department store, and there was an unspoken shout from the center of the crowd.

"5, 4, 3—"

Xin Wan followed in a low voice, the sound of "1" ended, the gray-orange sky suddenly rose with fireworks, the colors exploded brightly, and the light shone on everyone, mixed with cheers and noise.Xin Wan suddenly felt relaxed, as if everything had been turned over, he looked into Song Heng's eyes, the light refracted into the pupils, as if there were thousands of stars living in those eyes, so beautiful.

"Happy New Year," Xin Wan laughed, "Song Heng."

Song Heng also turned his head to look at him, and said with a smile: "You too, happy new year."

The author has something to say: The movie is fictional. I originally wanted to write down the plot in detail, but it seemed like water injection, so I didn't mention the plot much.The next update should not be finished before the New Year's Eve, so I will add Christmas Eve and Merry Christmas to everyone, and wish everyone a happy new year, and hope that everyone will have a beautiful future.