madman

From the cemetery to the old house, you have to go around the entire back mountain. Except for the thick snow, there is not even a footprint on the whole road. Zhou Xunshen ran towards the old house with one foot and one foot, but slipped on the road.

The black down jacket he was wearing was scratched by the tree fork pressed under the snow, and the down and down inside flew out. He patted it with his hands, but the more he patted, the more feathers flew out, so he simply ignored it.

Looking down, there were also a lot of snow particles mixed with sand and soil on his body and pants. Fortunately, the down jacket was black, and Zhou Xun could still see it after dusting it off with his hands.

Not too embarrassing.

Panting heavily and standing in front of the courtyard of the old house, Zhou Xun felt his heart was about to jump out, it was not too late, there were still people in the old house, and white smoke was billowing from the chimney on the roof.

The old house of my grandma’s house consisted of three tile-roofed houses and a small courtyard of more than ten square meters. The fence around the courtyard wall was dilapidated and crumbling under the weight of snow. heap.

There used to be a jujube tree in the yard, but after his grandmother passed away, Zhou Dahai secretly sold the tree. Zhou Xun tried to find a buyer, but he couldn't find it.

In the past few years, Zhou Xun only cleaned up every time he came to visit his grandma's grave, and would stay here for a few days if there was nothing to do.

I haven't been back for more than two years, and the outside looks even more dilapidated, but the courtyard looks like it has just been cleaned, and even the dust is much less rustic.

All the way from the courtyard door to the house door, the snow has been cleaned up, exposing the original yellow and black sandy land.

Zhou Xun took every step of the ten-step-long road with difficulty, and his steps were heavy.

Is it Lin Zhile?Lin Zhile is back?

What should I say when I see him?haven't seen you for a long time?How are these years?

Ask him why he disappeared?Ask him why he has not heard from him for five years?Ask him why he broke up with himself?

Forget it, let’s ask him if it’s cold. That little brat was born in the cold winter, but he doesn’t like snow at all. He is most afraid of the cold. He hasn’t been back for so many years. He must not be able to adapt for a while. I knew , you should bring more clothes.

He used to love to wear his clothes all the time.

Zhou Xun's mind was in a mess, thinking about things.

Before entering the door, Zhou Xun took off the Lei Feng hat on his head, and stroked two strands of hair that were flattened by the hat with his hands.Then he took out his phone and turned on the front camera to look at himself.

In the camera, Zhou Xun's hair is fine and soft, with the ends of soft hair sticking to his forehead, his eyes are like bright stars, and now they are even more shining, the lines of his face are clear and bright, smooth where it should be smooth, and firm where it should be firm, there is no fault at all .

It's just a small scar from the forehead to the brow bone, which can't be seen unless you look carefully.

Zhou Xun covered the scar with the broken hair on his forehead, but luckily the hair was long enough.

After finishing his hair, he couldn't hold back, stretched out his hand and patted the down jacket on his body, and regretted it a little after the pat, the feathers that flew out fell to the ground again, really answered that word.

Chicken feathers all over the place.

Zhou Xun pushed open the wooden door, and there was a creaking sound, which was harsh. The old house was too old, and it was refurbished more than ten years ago when he was in high school.

It is called renovation, that is to say, the original old tiles are replaced, the leaks are repaired, a few sofas, tables and chairs are added, the walls are re-coated with a layer of white, and the doors of the rooms are replaced with new ones. After buying a new one, more than ten years have passed, and the new one has long since become old.

The renovation of the house was done by Lin Zhile and him.

Together, he and Lin Zhile have lived here for ten years.

Being too familiar with this place, Zhou Xun knew that a few steps forward is the place facing the main entrance, that is, the kitchen plus the living room. It turns out that there are also some sundries in the corner.

Now, there is only one door between him and Lin Zhile.

"Who?"

One sentence made Zhou Xun stop the foot that wanted to lift his leg to enter the door.

The voice came from the kitchen, low and hoarse, as if being forced to speak by someone pinching his throat, it was a bit different from the voice in his memory, but Zhou Xun could still tell that it was Lin Zhile.

Zhou Xun couldn't take another step.

"who is it?"

Lin Zhile didn't hear the answer, walked out by herself, pushed open the door, and faced Zhou Xun, their eyes met.

Zhou Xun didn't know what his expression was, he couldn't care less, Lin Zhile was opposite, standing coldly, expressionless.

Zhou Xun is not short, 1.8 meters tall is considered tall among ordinary people, but Lin Zhile's 1.9 meters height still gives him a sense of oppression.

Compared with Zhou Xun, who has feathers all over his head, Lin Zhile is much more decent.

A fitted and slim suit, wearing a long cashmere camel coat, the fabric is soft, well-made, and expensive. When they were together, they had to think about buying hundreds of clothes for a long time.

The black leather boots on her feet tightly wrapped the ends of her calves, making her taller and longer.

Zhou Xun swallowed, slightly embarrassed in the silent atmosphere, and raised his eyes slightly.

Lin Zhile's hair is short and he's also thinner. He's never gained weight before.

I have to admit, it is different, the Lin Zhile in front of me is as handsome as the person in Zhou Xun's memory, with deep eye sockets, a handsome nose, and thin and sharp lips.Compared with the past, it is much more aggressive, just like the cedar in winter, cold and resolute.

There was originally a small black mole under the corner of Lin Zhile's eye

Grandma said it was a mole of tears, and Zhou Xun's favorite place to kiss before was that little mole.

He still remembers saying when he kissed that little mole for the first time: This is not a mole of tears, my little boy will always be happy.

As he wished, the later cub can only be happy, and Zhou Xun has never seen Lin Zhile cry.

Now, Lin Zhile wears a pair of silver-rimmed glasses on the bridge of her nose, and the frame of the glasses just covers the small mole, so Zhou Xun can't see it.

He pursed his lips tightly, trying to look for the little mole through the lens, but he could only see that the temperature of Lin Zhile's eyes was the same as that of the old Beifeng outside.

Zhou Xun was overwhelmed by the coldness in his eyes, as if preparing for a battle, "You... are back..."

His voice was sticky and his chest was hard.

"Ah."

"haven't seen you for a long time."

"Long time no see," Lin Zhile turned sideways, "Aren't you coming in?"

"Enter."

"I'm here to visit grandma's grave." Lin Zhile said after Zhou Xun went in and closed the door.

"Do you remember? I thought that after so many years, you would not remember." Zhou Xun's tone was sour.

The kitchen is still the same big stove as before. The stove is a bit high, and below it is the stove pit. The edge of the iron pot is bubbling with steam. The room is full of red-white water vapor. His subtle expressions are hard to see.

Such a vague feeling made Zhou Xun slow down his breathing.

"What are you burning? It can't be jujube cake." Zhou Xun asked.

In the past, grandma used this pot to make jujube cakes for them to eat.

"No, it was cold, so I boiled the water, and there was nothing."

"I just said, it has no taste, and it can't be jujube cake."

Lin Zhile knows how to make jujube cake, he learned it from his grandma, and it tastes exactly the same. After grandma passed away, Lin Zhile has always made it for him.

There is a wooden square table in the kitchen, next to the window, they used it as a dining table before, eating and doing homework.

Zhou Xun went to the wooden table and sat down. He tilted his head and looked out. The window was covered with icy flowers, and he couldn’t see the outside clearly. He turned his head and rubbed his hands. In fact, he was not cold, but he didn’t know what expression to make. follow the action.

Lin Zhile didn't speak again, and sat on the small bench next to the stove, with his back facing him. He was too tall, with a broad back, and his back was slightly bent. He sat on the small stool, looking aggrieved.

He added firewood to the stove from time to time, neither of them spoke, the temperature in the room was very high, Zhou Xun felt a little sweat on the back of his neck after sitting for a while, but he didn't care about taking off his heavy clothes, he didn't even think about it stand up.

His attention is all on Lin Zhile

"When did you come back?" Zhou Xun asked.

"Three days ago," Lin Zhile said, "there was a blizzard a few days ago, and I couldn't get out, so I stayed for a few days."

No wonder he still has to boil water, it's too cold to keep warm, and he can't live in it.

Zhou Xun looked around, and saw that there were indeed some rice noodles and a few Chinese cabbage noodles on the stove, and there was a suitcase on the ground, with a water-blue washbasin beside it.

"Are you here with these things?"

"It was given by Mrs. Wang next door."

"Are you done with your studies?"

"It's over long ago."

"Have you returned home completely?"

"Ah."

Lin Zhile doesn't talk much, and it's not the same as before. Although she didn't like to talk before, she talks a lot with Zhou Xun, and there are endless things to say.

"Where is it now? Beijing?" Zhou Xun was still trying to find a topic.

Lin Zhile didn't answer immediately, but paused for a few seconds before saying, "Not here."

"Not in Beijing." Zhou Xun said it in a low voice for himself.

"Where are you now?"

"Fang's Group."

Zhou Xun was taken aback, "Are you in your mother's company? Didn't you...didn't you say that you wouldn't go?"

"At that time, I was young and ignorant, and no one would give up hundreds of millions of assets. The heir was wrong, and it all depended on my innocence. In a word."

Zhou Xun felt tight in his chest. In the past, Lin Zhile was full of vigor and was not very attached to power and money. They just wanted to live a stable life.

"When are you leaving?" Zhou Xun asked.

"Someone will pick me up tomorrow morning."

He had to leave again, if he hadn't happened to meet him today, he still couldn't find Lin Zhile.

"Where are you going?" Zhou Xun's tone changed several times, "Where are you going?"

"Go back to Haishi, I'm in Haishi now."

Lin Zhile's attitude remained indifferent.Zhou Xun couldn't take it anymore, and stood up from the chair suddenly.He was not a good-tempered person in the first place, and being able to endure these times was already his limit.

Fuck the greetings, what good greetings do he have with Lin Zhile?Fuck "Long time no see", what did he tell Lin Zhile about "Long time no see"?

The impulse that he tried to suppress just now burst through his forehead, and it was so turbulent. He walked over and grabbed Lin Zhile's arm, and dragged him up with force, "Stay away? You still go? Why did you go back then? Go? It will be five years if you go away."

"The reason for breaking up, we have been together for 13 years, it is not just a text message, it is not just "Let's break up." ", five words, just add a punctuation mark." Zhou Xun blushed, gritted his teeth, hysterical.

"I've been looking for you for five years, do you know? Ah? Do you know?" Zhou Xun's hands became stronger and stronger, and his voice split.

"Brother Xun, calm down." Lin Zhile took a deep breath, rolled his throat a few times, and raised his hand to separate the fingers on his arm one by one.

"How can I be calm, Lin Zhile, how calm do you want me to be? For 13 years, I slept with you for seven years, was slept by you for six years, and looked for you for five years. For 18 years, I spent most of my life in silence. It has something to do with you, how can I calm down?" The feathers on Zhou Xun's down jacket fluctuated violently and fell more, "You must give me a reason today, a reason you can let me accept."

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