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Xin Wan woke up early today, at ten past seven, and subconsciously glanced at Song Heng's room after washing, but the door was closed tightly, and she didn't know if she left or didn't wake up.He still took the No. 437 bus when he went out, and got off at the third bus. It was still some distance from the coffee shop he worked part-time, but there was a shop selling egg burgers on the road. Always smile when giving him, very affectionate.

After eating the egg burger outside the coffee shop, Xin Wan entered the door and filled the small red plastic bucket with water as usual. There were ink stains on the rag that was accidentally wet yesterday. Xin Wan stepped on the chair and wiped it Brother Ning just happened to send his daughter to school, nodded to him, and said, "Thanks for your hard work."

"No," Xin Wan smiled sheepishly, "Ning Ge, slow down on the road."

Brother Ning is the owner of the coffee shop. He was divorced. This is what Pan Dong told him. Now he is single with his daughter—everyone calls her Niu Niu. She is a very quiet little girl. She is in the fourth grade at a young age and will come back by herself after school. , the place in the back of the coffee shop is reserved for her to do her homework.

The sun is very bright today, and it always dazzles the eyes when cleaning the glass, and the cleaning is also slow. Brother Ning came back after seeing off Niuniu, turned on the air conditioner, and the red tape tied to the fan blade flew with the wind: "Leave the remaining half of the glass to Pan Dong, this kid, I'm going to step on it again."

Just as Xin Wan was about to speak, the door opened with a huh, and Pan Dong was sweating profusely like in summer. He threw his bag on the table with a bang, said hello, and hurriedly changed his clothes before anyone could open his mouth, waiting for him to come out Xin Wancai said, "Brother Ning is talking about you."

"About me?" Pan Dong chuckled, "You must be praising me behind your back."

"Let you clean the glass," Ning Ge glanced at him, "You are virtuous, next time you step on it, your salary will be deducted."

Pan Dong screamed, and hurriedly went to pick up the rag: "I'm still here to go to school, and the children won't be able to eat if the wages are deducted, so I must come early next time!"

The coffee shop has a small facade, and a few people can get by. Pan Dong is an undergraduate student at a nearby university. He is about the same age as him and has a relaxed personality. Xin Wan hasn't had normal social interactions for a while. Thanks to him, Lots of interesting topics to talk about.

The reason why Xin Wan chose to work part-time here, in fact, did not have a specific reason, if he had to say, it was probably the weekly salary.There is not much work to do, and when he is not busy to chat, he often finds a shady place, a pencil, a sketchbook, and sketches to find the feeling, and prepare for the start of school.

After ten o'clock, the store started to get crowded. Xin Wan put the sketchbook aside and was busy with the cash register and serving coffee. After one o'clock in the afternoon, she was free to eat. Brother Ning bought some boxed lunches next to him. During the meal, Pan Dong suddenly yelled.

"Your ears are deaf," Brother Ning said "Ouch", "What's wrong?"

"My, my, and my professional courses got grades, and the most perverted one got out," Pan Dong trembled, and then he opened the grades with a ruthless heart, and pressed his hand on the screen again, "No, I dare not watch it. He turned his head to the side, and slowly let go of his hand, "Xin Wan, show me, read to me."

Brother Ning snorted and laughed, and ate a mouthful of meat: "Promising."

The screen was covered with sweat, Xin Wan took a closer look: "Advertising Psychology, the result is—"

Pan Dong closed his eyes and shouted: "Just say the first digit!"

Xin Wan said, "Seven."

Pan Dong grabbed the phone suddenly, his lips trembled, his eyes sparkled, but he restrained himself and looked at the boss seriously: "Can I scream again?"

Pan Dong didn't eat much of that lunch, and for a while he talked about his teacher, and for a while he regretted that his teaching evaluation was low, and for a while he excitedly said that he was awesome.Xin Wan recalled his final exam, but he couldn't remember clearly. He only took the exam once in the correctional facility he went to in June last year, so he couldn't remember the results.

Hope you don't fail.

Xin Wan took out his mobile phone, and the faint light was projected in his pupils. He repeatedly opened the address book, stared at the "S" column in a daze, rubbed his fingers for a long time, but finally did not make a call.

It was nine o'clock in the evening, and this happened to be the first week he came to work here. Ning Ge sealed the salary in a kraft paper envelope and handed it to him, with his name written on it in black pen - besides, there was a cup of coffee, Xin Wan smiled happily, and wanted to make her smile less obvious, which would be too ignorant, so Ning raised her eyebrows: "So happy, the first pot of gold?"

"Well," Xin Wan nodded, but still couldn't help laughing, "It's quite a sense of accomplishment."

"There is still a lot of money in the future," Ning Ge patted him on the shoulder, "Young man, look ahead."

Xin Wan didn't drink that cup of coffee, and she carefully guarded it when she was on the bus for fear of spilling it. Brother Ning is very good at making hand-made coffee, and his movements are very clean and beautiful.When it was time to wash the moon, Xin Wan sat on the sofa and waited, looking up at the time from time to time, but still couldn't wait, the coffee was almost cold, so he had to drink it all by himself, frowning bitterly, and thanked that it was okay. For Song Heng, it doesn't taste good.

They are in a cold war.

Xin Wan is very aware of this matter. Song Heng was angry with him before, but somehow he will reconcile, and he has no position to coax him now. It is not appropriate for him to be a friend or an ex, and avoiding that drunkenness did not let him down. Their relationship has eased, but it has gotten worse.In the past few days, they only communicated occasionally, and they didn't say ten sentences in total.

If I could be as brave as I was in high school, maybe everything would be different.

However, that cup of coffee worked at night. Xin Wan could not sleep with her eyes closed. In the early morning, she heard Song Heng's footsteps.Psychological effect, he could smell the smell of smoke in the bedroom.The smell of smoke disappeared, Song Heng's room door was closed, Xin Wan still couldn't fall asleep, tossed and turned, she couldn't resist getting up, groped in the dark, and walked out lightly.

Getting up late the next day, Xin Wan was in a hurry to change clothes, Song Heng had already left, the door was open, the light from the floor-to-ceiling windows hit the folded quilt on the bed, fine dust was flying, he turned his eyes away , Clenched and loosened.

He didn't do the sneaky thing again, and after a few days of stability, Xin Wan still lived his daily life in the coffee shop. There were many kinds of people in the coffee shop, and he was paying attention to it, using it as a boring pastime.

Maybe it's because their store doesn't look very high-end, and the threshold is low, anyone can come in.There are high school students with puppy love, secretly kissing in the corner thinking they have not been noticed, there are men in suits and leather shoes, and there are also couples who have broken up.

However, when the door was pushed open this time, Xin Wan was still a little surprised and called, "Sister Mao Nian."

Mao Nian was also stunned for a moment, then smiled, her high-heeled shoes rattled, and she was dressed in a black wool suit uniform, smartly, and said, "You work here."

"Part-time job," Xin Wan touched her nose, "I'm too busy at home. What do you drink, sister?"

"A glass of iced Americano. I drank too much water last night. My face is a little swollen. It needs to go away."

Xin Wan lowered her head and placed the order.While waiting, Mao Nian was not in a hurry, looked around, and suddenly asked: "Why haven't I seen you go to the company recently? I really liked going there before."

"It's too troublesome to go there, so I won't go."

Mao Nian smiled: "What's the trouble?"

The glass wind chime hanging from the eaves outside was ringing and swinging, and the ivy on the nearby resident’s building had turned yellow. Xin Wan looked at it for a while, hesitated, and asked in a low voice: "Sister, have you been busy lately?"

Mao Nian is Song Heng's assistant, so he should be the most familiar with his schedule. Xin Wan nervously waited for an answer, and heard her say: "I'm very busy. I'm dealing with the purchase of new year's goods. Mr. Song has to use it when he comes home. There are a lot of things, and it’s troublesome."

Xin Wan was stunned for a moment: "Go home?"

Mao Nian mentioned a place name, saying that the old man in his family lived there. It was more than 500 kilometers away from Xiwan, which was very far away. Xin Wan opened her mouth, her head was in a daze, and blurted out, "How long will it take to come back?" ?”

"I don't know about that. It could be a few days, half a month."

The ice cream was ready, but Xin Wan didn't remember which hand she handed it over and what she said.The door was closed again, Mao Nian left, the wind chimes were still shaking, he looked down at the lines on his palms, he didn't move for a long time, his lips were pursed.

He didn't want to leave Song Heng, not even for a day.

From July to now, nearly seven months of long days, he has spent with Song Heng, the inertia formed by this is not as simple as he thinks, dependence is hard to quit, and it will hurt to uproot it.When is Song Heng leaving?Xin Wan felt that she was waiting for a trial, with the sword of Damocles hanging above her head.

Hu Siluan wanted him to lose energy and be absent-minded when doing anything. Pan Dong asked him to help wash the cups, and he listened after calling three or four times. The water was so cold that Pan Dong grinned, and asked: "Which beautiful sister do you miss? You shouldn't ask me to." .”

"I didn't think about it." Xin Wan put on rubber gloves and shook her head, "I was thinking about what grades you will get when you come out."

Pan Dong was delighted: "Whether it hurts you or not, it hurts you to death."

At five o'clock in the afternoon, a couple came to the store, no one invited them to sit, and they sat in the corner tacitly - the place reserved for Niuniu to do her homework.Xin Wan and Pan Dong glanced at each other, without saying anything, they just took away the small felt and children's water cups on the table. At 05:30, Niuniu opened the door and came in, dragging her schoolbag and standing at the door, looking at the corner at a loss, Xin Wan hurriedly squatted down, and said softly, "Come in and do your homework this afternoon, okay?"

"Where's Dad?" Niu Niu asked in a low voice.

"He's busy making coffee."

Niuniu nodded, and Xin Wan found another seat for her. When passing by the couple, she heard noises, nothing more than words like "You don't love me anymore". From the corner of her eye, she saw the girl's hands gesticulating excitedly, slightly With a stabbing sound, the coffee cup fell over. Xin Wan moved his hands faster than his brain reacted, and subconsciously blocked Niu Niu's body. The cup of milky-brown liquid splashed onto his arms, still emitting white steam. Xin Wan withdrew her hand, her body trembled, and she gasped.

Niu Niu stood there stupidly, startled, the girl stood up and hurriedly pulled several pieces of paper: "Are you okay!"

She could only feel the pain, and didn't have time to care about anything else. Xin Wan sweated from her temples, shook her head, took the toilet paper, and whispered to Niu Niu, "You go to do your homework first." Pan Dong was originally keeping accounts. I didn't care about it, and ran over after Brother Ning, and said worriedly: "Does it hurt, fuck me."

Brother Ning frowned: "Come with me."

The coffee has just been served, poured on the right arm, the white sleeve is soaked, you can see the clear flesh color, and it still smells good - Xin Wan still has time to think about this.Ning Ge took him to the back kitchen, turned to look at Pan Dong, Ning Ge said, "Take a pair of scissors."

A bit solemn, it shouldn't be that serious, just as Xin Wan was about to speak, the pair of scissors was handed over, and she carefully cut along the cuff, the fabric was torn apart, hanging limply at both ends, her arm was hot red, Brother Ning turned on the faucet again, poured ice-cold water on it, and the pain eased, Xin Wan then said: "It's all right."

Brother Ning is still on the step of getting burned on Baidu: "She is carrying a schoolbag, and her school uniform is also thick, so she can't burn it. Why do you move so fast when you are wearing thin clothes?"

"Just subconsciously, I didn't think so much."

The cold water had to be poured for about twenty minutes, Xin Wan began to feel distressed about the water bill, the back of the hand that was not burned was numb from the cold, Ning Ge stopped the water, the fine burning sensation still remained, but it was not so sharp, he said: " Does this still hurt? I'll take you to the hospital."

"It doesn't hurt, it's really not serious, and it's not boiling water. I won't go to the hospital. There are so many people and Pan Dong can't do it alone at night." Xin Wan still thought of joking, "But it's considered a work-related injury, so let me get off work early. gone."

Brother Ning sighed: "I don't have a heart, and I don't take the opportunity to ask for more salary."

"Can you ask for more salary?"

Brother Ning scolded him with a smile, and repeatedly confirmed: "Is it really all right?"

"It's really fine," Xin Wan laughed, "Just go back and rush."

On weekdays, I leave work at [-] pm, but this time it was three and a half hours earlier. When I went out, it was not completely dark outside, and the street lights were on. Xin Wan changed his clothes inside, and Brother Ning insisted on calling him a taxi: " When you go to take the bus with this arm, it hurts to death because of bumps and bumps."

"I'll stop the car for you!" Pan Dong volunteered, and ran to the side of the road to stop the car. He was lucky, the first taxi he waved had an empty sign on it, "Hey! I got it!"

Brother Ning said, "Send me a message when you get home."

Xin Wan nodded, got into the car, and waved to them.

The scene outside the car window moved backwards, and Xin Wan tried to close his left hand. He was wearing a thick-lined sweater today, and he still felt a little bit when his skin rubbed against the material.During the ten-minute journey, Xin Wan asked the driver to stop near the bus station, and went to the nearby Yimin Pharmacy to buy a tube of scald ointment. Suddenly, she thought of something on the way, thought about her words, and sent Song Heng a text message.

- what time are you coming back tonightI work overtime today, and Qiuqiu hasn't been fed tonight.

About ten minutes later, there was an echo, very concise, just saying: The nanny will go to fill it.

That should not come back sooner.During these days of their cold war, Song Heng usually came back very late, his arm was burned, and his movements would always be awkward. He didn't want Song Heng to see it, he didn't want him to worry, and he didn't want to add to his troubles.

There is only Qiuqiu at home, and food has been added to the plastic bowl. Xin Wan stroked her hair with her left hand before going to change clothes. She changed into cotton pajamas and carefully rolled up her sleeves. The raw ground is dazzling, and the skin has hot spots.

Xin Wan remembers that when she was five or six years old, she was playful and always liked to climb trees. At her grandma's house, she once accidentally kicked over the boiling hot water, causing big blisters on her toes. The old man burned a needle, and the tip of the needle almost burned Turning black and red, Xin Wan covered her eyes and didn't dare to look at the blisters. She didn't remember the follow-up, but she never dared to do that kind of thing again.

I didn't expect to be 20 years old and repeat the same mistakes.

The living room was brightly lit, Xin Wan sat on the sofa and unscrewed the ointment, the dog jumped onto the sofa, wanted to stick out its tongue to lick it when it smelled it, and was hit on the head.

"I want to eat anything," Xin Wan whispered to it, "Sooner or later, someone else will take the meat away."

Qiuqiu obediently lay on his lap and stopped moving, whining twice, looking at him with black eyes.

Just as Xin Wan was about to start applying it, he suddenly heard the sound of the door opening. His mind was blank, and he hurriedly put down the sleeve. The tube of ointment was hurriedly stuffed to his side before he could tighten it. He looked up and saw Song Heng's eyes.

Song Heng was a little surprised: "Isn't it working overtime?"

"I..." Xin Wan's throat was dry, and she managed to force a smile, "I thought I would be working overtime, but I didn't expect the boss to let me get off work early, and I came back."

"Hiding what?"

Xin Wan's heart beat suddenly faster, she subconsciously lowered her head to avoid it, and shook her head: "No hiding."

The footsteps approached, and the shadow surrounded his figure. Song Heng was wearing a dark shirt, and his detached temperament became more obvious. He touched his chin with his fingers, and he said: "Look at me when you talk. explain."

Xin Wan's eyelashes trembled, and she raised her eyes to look at him. Song Heng's eyelids were very thin, and when she lowered her eyes, the tails of her eyes were flat and long, and the shadows caught in them always made it difficult to distinguish emotions. He repeated it again, and Xin Wan pursed her lips, silently. He took a deep breath and smiled as usual: "What else can I hide?"

Song Heng kept looking at him, Xin Wan was almost defeated in this kind of staring, Qiuqiu raised his paw untimely and slapped him, but it was the scalded right arm, Xin Wan instinctively shivered, and Before he could react, Song Heng grabbed his wrist, and the tingling pain made Xin Wan turn pale.

"What's the matter?" he asked in a low voice, "No lying."

In the end, he told the truth, Song Heng frowned looking at his red arm, his face was not good-looking, so he asked him to flush again, Xin Wan said: "It really doesn't hurt, it's just a little tingling, sleep for a while. Feel good."

"how did you make it?"

"In that coffee shop, a couple had a quarrel and accidentally spilled the coffee. I blocked it with my arm, and that's it." Xin Wan didn't dare to lie anymore, and said honestly, "But the coffee is not It's very hot, so the redness should be caused by the rubbing of clothes..." He glanced at Song Heng carefully, and added: "Don't worry."

Song Heng didn't speak, just leaned against the wall and watched him flush, his eyes only looked at the red patch.

I don't know how long it takes to flush the water, Xin Wan thought, he probably flushed with the water.After turning off the water, Xin Wan followed Song Heng to the living room, and Xin Wan took out the ointment: "Look, I bought the medicine, just apply some medicine, it's fine, it's really fine."

"Wipe the water first."

"Oh, yes, I forgot," Xin Wan was so nervous that she even forgot the water on her arm, but Song Heng had already taken the tissue, Xin Wan subconsciously wanted to take it, and said, "I'll do it myself .”

"Shut up," Song Heng's voice sounded, his eyes looked at him calmly, "Xin Wan, do you think I won't get angry?"

We have known each other for such a long time, whether it was the puppy love in high school or the reunion later, Song Heng has never spoken to him in such a commanding tone. When I went back, I watched Song Heng wipe the water for him, but his movements were very light, completely opposite to his tone.

"I'm sorry..." Xin Wan said softly, "Don't be angry."

The clothes softened very quickly, Song Heng didn't seem to hear it, half clasped his arm, put his right hand on his knee, and took the burn ointment again, it's white, it has a cooling effect on the skin, Xin Wan just When I was dumb, I just stared at Song Heng's fingers, his cleanly cut nails, and his knuckles.

Xin Wan's right hand closed unnaturally, and then slowly let go.

He had nothing to do, so he stared at Song Heng's eyes again—the eyelashes were so dark, but the pupils were light in color, and there were a few bloodshot streaks in the whites of his eyes, maybe it was because of staying up late, or maybe he was tired.Those eyes have looked at him and smiled at him many times, it is the existence that will make my heart beat whenever I think of it.

After Song Heng tied the bandage, he suddenly raised his eyes to look at him: "Have you seen enough?"

The distance was too close, and the breaths were intertwined. Xin Wan shrank back, her ears flushed, "I've seen enough..."

"Don't hide," Song Heng reached out to touch the back of his neck, "After hiding for so many days, still haven't figured it out?"

Xin Wan felt that her heart was trembling, she only knew that she denied it, and the redness of her ears burned her face: "Don't hide."

"You were drunk before, didn't you feel very righteous at that time? You can stand in front of me and talk to me, and tell me not to take your drunken words as nonsense," Song Heng looked into his eyes, "Why is it this time? I made a mistake first, but you hid like a quail, not even daring to look at me."

Things that she wanted to ignore deliberately were easily provoked, Xin Wan didn't dare to look Song Heng in the eyes, lost her ability to speak, and her body trembled slightly.

"Is it so scary to kiss?" Song Heng approached again, "Xin Wan."

Just as Xin Wan was about to speak, he suddenly felt a soft touch on his lips. He opened his eyes wide in bewilderment, and was slow to react. The hand on the back of his neck was too hot. The heat made his body go limp, and his tailbone was dense. Densely itchy.It should be the first time, kissing in a sober state, dizzy, unable to taste anything, like fireworks exploding in my mind, white, like stepping on a cloud.

When Song Heng let go of him, Xin Wan just took a deep breath, her whole face was red as hell, her eyes seemed to be filled with water, she looked at him blankly, her fragility, and her desire to abuse for no reason.

"Why don't you hide?" Song Heng ran his fingers along the back of his neck and got them in his hair, his voice hoarse, "Does that mean you can continue?"

Xin Wan kept looking at him, with reddened eyes, and nodded almost imperceptibly.

They kissed again, and Xin Wan was completely exhausted, relying entirely on Song Heng to support his body, her heart was pounding with heat, her fingers couldn't help clutching his clothes so tightly that her nails turned white, but there was nothing from the beginning to the end. Trying to push it away, I dare not, and I am not willing.

Forgot how long, 30 seconds?or 2 minutes?I also don't remember kissing several times repeatedly. When they finally left, they just looked into each other's eyes, and neither of them let go first. It was like a transparent game. Song Heng rubbed the corner of his mouth, the gesture was intimate, but Quickly let go and asked, "Do you still like me?"

He took it on his own, still looking into his eyes: "It seems that you haven't said 'like' to me since you knew you had amnesia, and you stopped chasing me, don't you like it?"

The answer to this question is very clear, but Xin Wan couldn't open his mouth for a long time, his head was full of mud, and he hadn't woken up from the chaos of kissing, he said, "I...I don't know."

"If you don't know," Song Heng asked, "Why are you stealing the cigarette butts in the ashtray?"

Xin Wan looked at him suddenly, her eyes widened in astonishment, her mouth muttered, Song Heng said, "Don't you think it's dirty? I secretly took it and put it in the pocket of my coat, and I didn't even know it fell out."

"Ah," Xin Wan was stunned for a while, then suddenly covered her face, and said with regret, "Oh my God..."

After a while, he put down his hand, his face was very red, Song Heng wanted to laugh a little bit.

"I'm not a pervert, I just...just want to collect and see what brand it is, there's no other meaning," Xin Wan was still terribly ashamed, with her head bowed, "I'm sorry."

"Don't say 'I'm sorry' to me, as if I'm forcing you to confess." Song Heng took his right hand, like a pastime when he was bored, and slowly rubbed his fingertips, which were itchy and numb up open.

"But no matter what you do, it's better to stick to the end." Song Heng looked into his eyes and said softly, "Xin Wan, don't give up halfway, keep chasing me."

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