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The next day Xin Wan woke up early.

The bus stopped last night, and there were no taxis. There were few people on the road. They held an umbrella and walked on the wet water beach, as if they were stepping on many crying eyes.It was a little closer to home from the movie theater, Xin Wan couldn't bear to stay up all night, and was terribly sleepy when he took a shower with Song Heng, resting his head on his shoulder in a daze, remembering not to let his left hand touch the water, and resting his wrist on him at the nape of the neck.

I can't remember after that, but I fell asleep anyway.

The wound has actually healed seven or eight times, but he always likes to take advantage of Song Heng's pampering to do something childish.

For breakfast, I bought glutinous rice balls, stuffed with sesame seeds, and very sweet. Xin Wan took a white porcelain spoon and scooped up the soup first: "Did you make this early in the morning?"

Song Heng said: "No, let Mao Nian buy it from the breakfast stand outside."

"I remember I bought glutinous rice flour yesterday, which can be used to make glutinous rice balls."

Song Heng's expression didn't change much, and he said, "I tried it this morning, it was too difficult to pinch, so I threw it away."

I did think about making a few glutinous rice balls in the morning, but the glutinous rice flour is not easy to form a ball and always falls apart. There are still a few loose raw glutinous rice balls piled up in the trash can in the kitchen, which stand out clearly against the black plastic background.Xin Wan felt strange: "I thought you could cook anything."

"It's so powerful." Song Heng laughed, with a tone of teasing the cat.

"What about the dumplings?"

"I only learned some Western food abroad, and I don't know much Chinese food, and I probably don't know much about dumplings."

Xin Wan became distressed: "Then what should I do?"

This question was quickly forgotten, Qiuqiu ran over and grabbed his trouser legs, barking in a bad temper, the dog food bowl was empty, Xin Wan hurriedly put a glutinous rice ball into his mouth, it was so hot that tears almost came out, ran away Going to pour food for it——Qiuqiu made a mess there, and the mat had a hole, revealing white velvet.

Xin Wan leveled the dog food with her hands: "Do you have to clean up on the first day of the new year?"

"The nanny is on vacation today."

"Then let's clean it, it's a new year and a new atmosphere," Xin Wan looked at him sideways with bright eyes, and emphasized, "You and I. Let's clean together, we can make it clean."

Xin Wan's eyes always seem to be very clear and lively, like spring, he doesn't know the vitality of his eyes, when he looks straight at someone like this, it always makes people want to touch his eyelashes, use fingers or lips .Song Heng looked at it for a while and said, "Okay."

It is said to be cleaning, but there is nothing dirty. Shuyueli is beautiful, and the floor is so bright that it can reflect people's appearance-this is an exaggeration, but there are very few grays.The flower pots on the balcony were all placed in the right position, the soil on the ground was swept clean, and the quilt in his bedroom was folded. Perhaps it was because he had been sleeping in Song Heng's room, and the bedroom was a bit cold.

When they ran to another bedroom, Song Heng was arranging the books on the bookshelf, Xin Wan said, "I'll help you."

There are really a lot of books, most of which are in original English, and Xin Wan can't read them. He is not as tall as Song Heng, and he always has to stand on tiptoe for the books at the top, his face flushed, and he mutters: "It's so heavy."

Song Heng tilted his head slightly, the protruding Adam's apple could be clearly seen, it was a sexy curve, very nice, he said: "You can clean up the bottom, I'll clean up the top."

"Have you read all these books?" Xin Wan squatted down, "They are so thick."

Song Heng answered very bluntly: "I have only seen some, most of them are for decoration."

"But you like watching movies, and there are many discs in the drawer of the living room." Xin Wan smiled with her head up. "Watching movies is similar to reading books. Watching movies is faster, and I don't like reading books either. I—" The latter sentence was originally "" I just like drawing," but immediately stopped, pretending nothing had happened and continuing to tidy up.

The book at the bottom is rather thin, and the dust accumulated on the top will be blown away, but it is easy to make people's nose itchy. Xin Wan sneezed a few times, with tears in her eyes, and suddenly saw that there was a thick book on the back. There is no name on the spine of the book. He rubbed his nose and took it out. Just as he was about to dust off the book, he saw a smiling face drawn with a black marker on it, and "Album Collection" was written underneath.

He stared at the cover, and a voice came from above his head: "Give it to me."

Xin Wan was stunned for a moment, and as soon as he raised his head, the photo album in his hand was taken away. He subconsciously clenched his hands tightly, and heard Song Heng say again: "Don't look at this."

"Oh, good," Xin Wan went to tidy up again, but her tone was not so excited. From Song Heng's perspective, only small hair twirls could be seen, and her eyes were covered by the hair, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it."

Song Heng paused, and said, "I didn't mean to blame you."

Xin Wan nodded vigorously, not daring to speak, for fear of being heard to have a strange voice and crying.I didn’t want to cry, it’s just that since he started to remember things sporadically, every time he touched those forgotten memories, he would have a strong urge to cry—he would rather not have seen that album, the one full of their photos .

Depression is inevitable. He tidied up his books in silence. Suddenly, a ray of light flashed in front of him. It was Song Heng who squatted down. The light covered by his body naturally came to his eyes. Holding a box in his hand, he asked: "Do you like this?"

It's a puzzle box. Xin Wan shook her hands and said, "I'm twenty, not 14."

Having said that, he sat cross-legged on the carpet and began to play with a puzzle, a puzzle from "Sherlock".Song Heng sat across from him, with his wrists on his knees, just looked at him quietly, stood up again, and opened the drawer beside him. Xin Wan heard the sound and saw the black folder.

Song Heng sat back again, took off the golden foil on it, and did not open the folder. Those slender hands unfolded the gold foil, and the fine lines on it refracted the light.

Xin Wan lowered her head and stared at the puzzle pieces again, but couldn't concentrate on them.

There was only the sound of breathing and the slight sound of gold leaf, and Song Heng suddenly asked, "When did you notice it?"

He raised his head bluntly, blinked his eyes, and quickly understood: "I realized when I came back from the cemetery that you would never ask me to help you. Your attitude at that time was also very strange and treated me very well." Indifferent, as if trying to drive me out, so that I don't go to you when I feel that there is a problem, but go back by myself." He put the puzzle in the wrong position, and lowered his head again: "That's it."

After a while, Xin Wan couldn't hold back: "Then why did you let me see that folder? Since you don't want me to remember it."

"Because Shen You said that if you keep forgetting like this, it will be bad for this place." Song Heng pointed to his head.

In the psychological counseling room that day, Shen You spent a lot of effort to find information to support his conclusion - he was not sensitive to numbers during the forgetting period, and correspondingly lacked perception of changes in the surrounding environment. In the end, Xin Wan will have to face the stimulus of recovery sooner or later.

After hearing this, Xin Wan muttered, "No wonder my math grades are so bad, I thought I was stupid."

Song Heng said, "I'm not stupid anymore."

"Then why don't you want me to recover my memory? You haven't said yet," Xin Wan knew the thunder pool, but still stepped on it, "If I remember it, I won't have to be your burden."

Song Heng casually touched the end of his hair, and flicked the messy hair with his fingers: "It's good to keep it like this."

What does it mean?Xin Wan deciphered many kinds of interpretations, none of which dared to be easily used, for fear of getting it wrong, and also afraid of getting it right, which would make herself very sad for no reason.Song Heng didn't seem to intend to explain, but just fiddled with the gold foil.

Xin Wan leaned forward and asked, "Is it the chocolate wrapping paper? It looks like it to me."

"The kind of gold coin chocolate in the supermarket."

"Do you still eat that kind of sweets?"

"I don't eat it," Song Heng denied, "I don't like too sweet."

Xin Wan stared at the movement of his hands again, turning them over and over again, making them into a ring: "It's like a ring."

"It's a ring," Song Heng replied casually, just playing with it, with a less serious expression, "Occasionally in high school, I would stack them for fun."

"You still played this in high school." Xin Wan's heartbeat was beating like a drum, like the beating of a summer rainstorm, and asked softly, "Then who are you giving it to?"

Song Heng laughed: "What do you think?"

Xin Wan felt that his question was stupid, and his ears were red. He wanted to hear what Song Heng called himself, but the temptation was too obvious, and suddenly he heard Song Heng say: "It's the first love - he likes to eat that kind of gold coin chocolate."

first love.

"Oh, yes, first love, it's good," Xin Wan was at a loss, afraid that she would not be able to hold on, and was so nervous that she didn't know how to react, but her heart was so hot that even her skin was pink, her tone was deliberately exaggerated, come on Make a reasonable response: "It's kinda, kinda romantic."

Has Song Heng ever folded a ring for him?He didn't recall this part of the memory, and Xin Wan unconsciously became anxious again, eager to remember, fingering the carpet, which made it painful and kept going, her voice was a little hoarse: "Then how is he?"

"Like a puppy."

Is this praise or derogation?Xin Wan was thinking in a daze, and was in a trance without knowing it. She looked a little dazed, and she didn't come back to her senses until her right hand was lightly clasped.There was something rough to the touch on his little finger, and he stared at the loose golden ring. Song Heng stood up, and the shadow half-wrapped him, like a faint hug.

He said: "Give it to you to play."

Xin Wan felt that she was stupid, and began to doubt whether she was right to conceal it. He couldn't see what Song Heng was thinking, and he didn't know whether his temptation seemed stupid.The only thing I know now is that he doesn't want to return the ring. The gold foil cover is a bit loose on his little finger, and it fits well on his ring finger. Xin Wan carefully took it off and put it in the most conspicuous place on the desk, and began to think about it. The container can seal the ring.

The dinner was to make dumplings, and the nanny helped out from the air and sent me a "teaching video". They were making dumplings in front of the video in the kitchen, and the ones they made didn't look like anything. Xin Wan made the most outrageous ones, like buns. face, asked Song Heng: "Is there a way to eat boiled buns?"

"I haven't tried it," Song Heng said, "I can try it today."

Song Heng pinched it better than his. It was limp at first, but then it stood up very vigorously. Xin Wan sniffed the stuffing and said "wow", "It smells so good—forget it, I don’t want to wrap it here anymore, let’s boil water.”

He had nothing to do, he had nothing to do when he boiled the water, he could only fiddle with his mobile phone, and secretly raised the mobile phone, half of his face and a photo of Song Heng's back were in the camera, so he just took a picture.At this time, a text message came into the phone, and it rang. Xin Wan was so frightened that she thought she forgot to turn off the sound, so she frantically covered it, and then turned it on.

The content of the text message is very few, saying: Happy New Year, I wish you happy every day in the future.

Xin Wan scanned up again and saw the name, it was Fang Yichuan.The name came back to his mind, and he also thought of the summer and winter in No. [-] Middle School. It seemed that he hadn't seen Fang Yichuan for a long time. He bit his finger and replied: Happy New Year, and you should be happy every day!

Fang Yichuan replied quickly: Well, when will you come back to school?

How to say this?Xin Wan pinched her fingertips silently, and replied: Hurry up, I'll be back in a few days.

It was almost eight o'clock after eating the dumplings, surrounded by hot white mist, the unique fragrance of the dough, white and raw, no different from his atmosphere at grandma's house, there was a sense of belonging, and he said through the warm water vapor "Happy New Year's Day", Xin Wan smiled foolishly.

There were some things in his mind, but he didn't put them on the table, he only said them when he was going to sleep. He was sitting on the side of the bed. I'll go back to No. [-] Middle School."

Song Heng didn't ask why, but just said: "Do you need me to take you there?"

"No, I'll get there by myself by bus."

The bedside lamp was turned off, and Xin Wan couldn't adapt for a while, her hands fumbled, her head was rubbed, Song Heng pressed his shoulder: "Lie down, sleep."

The bed was a bit cold, and Xin Wan couldn't help leaning closer to him, trying to put her ears on his heart, but she didn't dare, so she just listened to his breathing, and after a while, she whispered: "Can I wait until March to return to America?" school?"

"If you don't want to go back, don't go back."

Xin Wan laughed and joked, "Then I didn't go to school. After taking such a long break, the school probably wants to expel me. Besides, washing dishes can't support me, and I can't stay at your house forever."

Song Heng tilted his head, his warm breath fell on his forehead, and his voice was too soft: "Can't you?"

Xin Wan didn't hear this sentence clearly, but only listened to the voice dimly. He became sad after realizing that he was indeed going to leave Shuyueli sooner or later, to go to school again, and to live in a dormitory, so he couldn't keep listening. Song Heng's heartbeat and breathing.He put his arms around Song Heng's neck lightly, like a soft animal, and said, "I'm a little cold, hug you."

"It's up to you," Song Heng looked down at him and said, "Hug it."

Xin Wan hugged him and closed her eyes, thinking——

Then take this opportunity to listen to Song Heng's breathing more, no matter how wandering in winter, no matter how cold it is, no matter what the sound in the wind is, he will temporarily live in the hot breath and body temperature until the snow melts in winter.

The author has something to say: good news, good news, the author of Le Se is finally on vacation, after a month, the pig can finish the text Zhang puts things in the sixth middle school together