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The sun's rays pass through the leaves of the locust tree, forming spots of light on the bench, shining and scorching hot.

Xin Wan arrived at the school gate at 06:30 in the morning and was reading on the bench. Today he was reading "Haizi Collection". He couldn't read it. He looked up at the crowd at the school gate from time to time. Heng came in from the school gate pushing a bicycle, Xin Wan clearly heard his heart beating, he ran over, smiling very happily: "Good morning."

Song Heng looked at him unexpectedly, and looked away awkwardly: "...Morning."

"You came later today than before." Xin Wan hugged the book, as if she didn't notice his embarrassment, and said to herself, "It's a pity that I got up so early, and I have been waiting for you for a long time."

Song Heng asked, "What time did you come?"

"Twenty past six!" Xin Wan exaggerated for 10 minutes and laughed.

"It's only seven o'clock for self-study in the morning." Song Heng pushed the car to the bicycle shed. Xin Wan didn't leave, but followed him. There were not many people in the car shed. After the wheel was locked, when she stood up, she saw Xin Wan's eyes again, looking straight at him, very unabashed, there was no trace of crying last night.

Song Heng touched his face uncomfortably: "Is there anything?"

"No ah."

Xin Wan followed him out of the carport again, and when he was about to reach the teaching building, Song Heng finally couldn't hold back, stopped in his tracks, and said, "Why have you been following me? The first floor is not here."

"I'm chasing you," Xin Wan blinked, "Didn't I say that last night?"

All Song Heng's pretended calmness was useless, the roots of his ears were not too red, he remembered the song "Summer Love" last night.There was no one around, he pursed his lips: "I don't like boys, I told you last night."

"But you agreed to let me chase you, and that's what you said, you can't be foolish," Xin Wan felt a little sad, and touched her nose, "I'm a man, and I can't wear pigtails and skirts to chase you every day, then It’s not like a pervert, you probably don’t like it even more after seeing it.”

Song Heng: "...that's not what it means."

This inexplicable sophistry did not come to an end, the morning self-study bell rang, and Song Heng was 2 minutes late. Out of consideration for his grade ranking, the head teacher didn't give him much training, and even patted him on the shoulder. endorsement.Is Xin Wan late?Song Heng thought of this question in a daze, then stopped thinking about it, and concentrated on reading the ink words on the book.

However, the next day, Xin Wan was still waiting for him at the school gate, holding the book of poems—this time turning two pages.He still talked to him as if nothing had happened, smiled cutely, and gave him a note when he left, with Xin Wan's handwriting on it, his handwriting was as regular as that of a primary school student, and he also drew a stick figure of him.

I wrote a few lines of poems: After splitting my autumn

in the autumn that split my bones

i love you rowan tree

There is a small line at the bottom: Have you ever seen a rowan tree?

He had never seen a rowan tree before, and after getting a mobile phone, the first thing Song Heng did was to search for a picture of a rowan tree on Baidu, full of blooming, scorching red flowers, which reminded him of Xin Wan.He didn't throw away the note, and put it in the pencil case. Every time he opened the pencil case, he could see the rowan tree.

"Chasing like this every day," Song Heng asked him once, "Aren't you tired?"

"I'm not tired. I see you happy every day. Why are you tired?" Xin Wan thought for a while, "But I'm afraid you'll be annoying. If you get annoyed later and think I'm bothering you too much, just tell me."

Song Heng felt unhappy for no reason, his face turned cold, and he continued to do the question: "Say no more to chase?"

"Just let it go, don't chase so hard, at least I can't make you unhappy." Xin Wan reached out to touch the cap of his pen, her nails were powdery and clean, "It's my first time chasing someone , don’t just give up so simply, I like you so much.”

When I was a teenager, the word "pursuit" symbolized courage, enthusiasm, frankness and indomitableness.

The 17-year-old Song Heng couldn't help being moved by such a pure "like" and wanted to laugh, but he couldn't help it. He looked sideways at Xin Wan, saw his soft black hair, eyelashes, and the reflection in his pupils. The lights and figures, the ears began to red again, and said with a soft "tss".

"Whatever, then you go after it."

As time went by, new bricks were added to the old walls of the campus, the leaves of the locust trees fell and grew again, and the handwriting faded. Six years later, he still heard the word at night, as if in a dream.

Chase?

Xin Wan was sitting on the sofa in Shuyueli, the sofa was soft, making him feel like he was sinking in it, Song Heng was still holding his hand, the heat in his palm reminded him that this was not a dream, he looked at Song Heng dully , only uttered one syllable: "I..."

Song Heng said, "There's no need to give an answer in such a hurry."

He stood up and let go of his hands. Xin Wan closed them subconsciously and followed him with his eyes. Song Heng rubbed his hair casually: "When you think it over, give me a response. I don't want you to be impulsive or It's not fair to anyone to make a decision based on the atmosphere. I'll make dinner first."

"Are you not going to work tonight?" Xin Wan asked him.

"Not going," Song Heng took off his coat and hung it on the hanger at the door, "Stay at home."

There was a sound in the kitchen soon, Xin Wan was still sitting on the sofa in the original posture, her heart was beating so fast that it would not slow down for a while, was it a hallucination?He bit the tip of his tongue, it hurt, and he suddenly understood Pan Dong's reaction when the results of his professional class came out, and now he really wanted to yell.

Xin Wan threw away the pillow and ran to the kitchen. Just as she was about to speak, she heard Song Heng say, "Go back and put on your slippers."

"Oh," Xin Wan looked down at her bare feet, "How do you know I'm not wearing slippers?"

"Listen to the movement."

That's great.Xin Wan went back and stepped on her slippers: "Are you making tomato and egg noodles?"

Song Heng just said "hmm" without asking for his opinion, and Xin Wan didn't make a sound either, just sat at the dining table and watched his movements. The sweet smell is very clear, he is probably crazy, he thinks that Song Heng's hands that crack eggshells are very beautiful, like art.

It doesn't take too long for two servings of noodles, the taste is sour, which is Xin Wan's favorite taste, he doesn't like sweet ones, just after eating two mouthfuls, he suddenly remembered and asked, "Didn't you spend the Spring Festival in Xiwan? "

"Not here," Song Heng asked, "Who told you?"

"I met Sister Mao Nian today, she told me," Xin Wan mixed the noodles with her chopsticks, "Do you want to go?"

"Just a week."

That's all, how can I use this word to describe it? For the whole seven days, he had to spend the entire seven days alone in the moon bath. Xin Wan even wanted to impulsively say that I'm with you, but she couldn't say it. She just bowed her head and rolled the noodles.Obviously, when I deliberately avoided him before, I didn't see him very much, and I can live a life, knowing that he is still not far away, but it is so far away here, and Xin Wan has already begun to miss him, and miss him very much.

Song Heng asked: "Do you want me to stay?"

His voice was not loud, just in their ears: "Xin Wan, you can tell me directly what you want, so that I can know what you are thinking."

"...I," Xin Wan pursed her lips for a while, "I don't want to leave you."

Saying this sentence will not change the result, but he still feels a little more relaxed. He wants to express it unscrupulously like in high school, saying "love" anytime and anywhere, but that little courage has been lost in the two years of correctional. Lost, so that he had to relearn this ability.

Song Heng smiled: "So obedient?"

With a completely teasing tone, Xin Wan began to blush again, eating noodles with her head sullen.

"Let's do the same in the future," Song Heng said, "Be honest with me and don't lie."

Xin Wan pinched the chopsticks, nodded after a while, and said, "Okay."

It’s still the same as before, after eating, throw the dirty white porcelain plate into the dishwasher, the movie channel on the TV is playing old movies from a few years ago, and the weather forecast is scrolling underneath, and the ball runs to their feet While playing, Xin Wan lightly stepped on its tail. He and Song Heng sat so close that they could touch it with a slight movement of their fingers.

"If I chase you," Xin Wan said suddenly, "will you agree?"

Song Heng leaned lazily on the sofa, looked at him sideways: "What do you think?"

"When chasing you, can I still be like today, just...just kissing you."

"It depends." Song Heng was still watching TV with a relaxed expression, "Don't be too eager for success, take your time."

Take your time—this word comforted Xin Wan miraculously. They were both still young, no matter how they went through ups and downs, there were many opportunities to return to the original point and continue to kiss.So for the rest of the time, Xin Wan just watched movies obediently, and went to wash up when it was time to go to bed. Song Heng stayed on the balcony for a while, and when he returned, he saw him standing by the wall.

"Standing for punishment?" Song Heng asked.

"That's right," Xin Wan hesitated, staring down at her toes, "Can I go to sleep in your room tonight?"

Song Heng looked at the little hair on his head, and when he was uneasy, he would instinctively grab the corner of his clothes. Perhaps Xin Wan didn't realize this. Such small movements will always make people feel soft, but he said: "No. .”

There was obvious disappointment in Xin Wan's eyes, and he didn't hide it. It was an expected answer. Song Heng stretched out his hand to fold his turned-up collar, and said softly, "You should learn a lesson, Xin Wan, if you If you want it, don’t push it away from the beginning.”

With her heart sore and swollen, Xin Wan nodded vigorously, her voice a little hoarse: "It won't happen in the future."

"After a few days, I'll talk about it when I feel better," Song Heng said, "Go to sleep."

Xin Wan visibly jumped up, said "good night", looked at him several times reluctantly, and then left.

The burn healed on the second day, but it was still inconspicuously red, and it was still the same after that. Xin Wan went to work in the cafe during the day, serving coffee, cashier, and cleaning the glass. It was almost the Spring Festival, and the coffee shop closed on February [-]th. , Finally, on the day when the business closed, Brother Ning paid them another salary and a box of ground coffee.

That night when Song Heng picked him up, Xin Wan was unprepared for this. When she saw the car, she froze for a moment, pretending to walk back and forth casually, trying to distinguish the license plate with the help of the faint light, until Song Heng put down the car glass: "In What are you looking at?"

"Hey," Xin Wan laughed, "Why did you come to pick me up?"

Song Heng: "Want to squeeze the bus?"

"No, a fool would not sit in a car." Xin Wan carried the box of coffee and ran to the passenger seat. The heater was turned on in the car, separated from the cold air outside, and he shook the car towards Song Heng. The money in it, "Look!"

Song Heng closed the car window: "Have you been paid?"

"Let's have a nice meal tonight, I can treat you," Xin Wan put on his seat belt and looked at him with bright eyes, "Does the president eat barbecue? I ate Malatang last time, so I can't eat it this time." gone."

Song Heng looked at him sideways: "If you call the president again, you can go home."

Xin Wan shut her mouth obediently, but she still wanted to laugh. Her happiness was written all over her face, and she could even hear her emotions when she tapped her fingers.I did go to a barbecue at night, the smoky place, I chose a private room, the so-called private room is only covered by colorful screens, you can still smell the smoke, and you can still hear the sound of boxing games and laughter.

"Have you never come to eat barbecue?" Xin Wan scalded the bowls and chopsticks with hot water, "After all, it's such a mess."

Song Heng said, "I haven't been here."

Before he became an adult, he lived under the discipline of his family. He attended various remedial classes, learned musical instruments, and learned languages. The child falls in love, and the rest is really clear and watery, so there is nothing to say.

"Then I'll take you to eat something else in the future. There are a lot of delicious food." Xin Wan lowered her head and drew a checkmark on the menu with a blue ballpoint pen. "Let you enjoy the happiness of a petty citizen."

Song Heng took the tissue paper and wiped off the water on the chopsticks: "Is it still your treat?"

Xin Wan's hands stopped, she took out the money and counted it silently, and said pitifully, "Then we may have to eat less, is that okay?

Song Heng smiled.

The grilled skewers are not spicy, no beer is ordered, and there are two bowls of clear water noodles, which is a special case in the hustle and bustle.After eating the barbecue, I went to the beach to go around again. With the car windows open, the waves reflecting the light and moonlight were rolling outside. Xin Wan felt that winter was not so cold for the first time with the wind blowing.

On February [-]th, Song Heng left West Bay and went to a place hundreds of miles away.

This is the time marked on the ticket, Xin Wan looked at the suitcase on the ground and thought, how could it be so fast.He just left for a few days and would come back as soon as possible, he knew this, but he still felt sad and didn't want to say a word, watching Song Heng fold his clothes silently.

"The nanny won't come over during the Spring Festival. There is quick-frozen food in the refrigerator. You cook it yourself."

Xin Wan nodded, lowered her eyes and pinched the soft flesh on her finger, the little piece of flesh turned red.

"Call me if you have anything to do." Song Heng squatted down, put the clothes inside, zipped it up, and said with a rustling sound, "You can also call Shen You, he is closer."

Xin Wan asked him: "What can I call?"

Those eyes looked at him stubbornly, and said, "Can I hit you when I miss you?"

"You can fight with me," Song Heng said, "but you can't fight with Shen You."

Xin Wan couldn't help laughing, her eyes were also bent, and she began to envy inappropriately again, envious of the sweater, dental cup, aftershave, razor, and socks in the suitcase.If he was those inanimate objects, he could also leave with Song Heng and watch him every day.

"What time will you be back?"

"not decided."

"Then call me the day before you come back," Xin Wan said, "I'll pick you up."

The suitcase didn't contain a lot of things, most of it was daily necessities, and it took less than half an hour to pack it up. When the black suitcase stood by the wall, Xin Wan still felt like she was going to cry, so hypocritical, this kind of life and death The expression made Song Heng want to laugh, and he rubbed his hair casually: "It's not that I won't come back."

Song Heng always likes to rub his hair, a habitual action, which always makes Xin Wan feel like a child, or a puppy, like a ball in front of him.He grabbed Song Heng's hand on his own initiative, clenched it tightly, and moved his lips. Song Heng didn't speak, but looked at him patiently until he said, "Can I kiss you?"

Song Heng looked down at him, Xin Wan was born very white, and when she wanted to cry, the corners of her eyes and nose would always turn red, as if she was bullied, and she would cry the next second, being vulnerable always hurts.The palms of his hands were sweating, Xin Wan looked at him anxiously and nervously, and heard him make a barely audible "hmm" and asked, "Will you?"

Is not likely to.I didn't say this sentence, I can only rely on my lackluster memory in high school, and the memory of the first two kisses, the height is not friendly, he wants to step up a little bit, Song Heng refuses to bow his head, it is intentional.

Xin Wan raised her head, her eyelashes were trembling, she touched his lips lightly, paused for a short while, looked at him carefully, with a soft and precious expression, that's all.

Song Heng didn't speak for a long time, after a while, he asked in a low voice: "Are you still kissing?"

"Song Heng," Xin Wan answered irrelevantly, looking straight at him, "I've made up my mind."

"Think of what?"

"I want to chase you," Xin Wan said softly, "let me chase you."

The clouds are still moving outside, the wind is flowing on the glass, and the light penetrates thinly, shining on the cheeks and ears.

In a daze, six years ago, he was still wearing a blue and white school uniform and confessed. Song Heng stood in front of him blankly. Afterwards, every month, he almost said "like" and "chasing you" several times. Heng also became used to it from being at a loss in the beginning, saying "then you chase after".From summer to winter, no one pierced the ambiguous window paper. It snowed a lot that winter. When he and Song Heng walked to the bicycle shed together, Song Heng suddenly said: "If I wait until the college entrance examination is over, I still have no Promise you, what do you do?"

"It's nothing to do," Xin Wan kicked away the stone under her feet, "Go to university and continue chasing you, who would like you."

Let me run after you, I must run very, very hard towards you.

Whether you are in your heart, in the sky, or in front of you.

The author has something to say: the place name "Sunan" that will appear in the next chapter is a made-up, Song Heng returned to his hometown, and the place names in the article are all fictitious, not the real Sunan. (The number of words in this chapter is not very large, because I feel that it is more appropriate to stop here, so I will not continue to fill in, and the next chapter will be released tomorrow night