Nongben is passionate

Most of the people in the village went to watch outdoor movies. There were no street lights, the road was dark, and the movie dialogue could be faintly heard from a distance. As soon as it blew, I felt the coolness—Zhou Nansheng put his hands in his pockets, and walked slowly on the dilapidated concrete road alone——

This kind of emotion came so suddenly that even he himself was a little caught off guard—the silhouette of Xie Xuan under the light was always in front of his eyes, elegant and simple.He suddenly remembered that summer, when he jumped down from the wall and met Xie Xuan for the first time, the quiet and beautiful boy touched his heart - he was the king of children in the village, he waved casually, a large group The "little brother" was eager to follow him into the battle. At that time, Zhou Nansheng had the spirit of a child, and his loneliness and sorrow were far away from him.But Xie Xuan is here, Xie Xuan is different, he is different from Zhou Jin, Chen Feng, and all his playmates——

He could have walked over carelessly and put his arm on Xie Xuan's shoulders like before, and then used words to make Sun Lanye's face flushed with anger and his beautiful eyes wide open. He likes to see Sun Lanye getting angry by him, and never Since elementary school, he liked to do this. He could vaguely understand his hazy thoughts about Sun Lanye, but at that moment, he didn't know why, and suddenly stopped. He felt so glaring—

He remembered that once in the sixth grade of primary school, Sun Lanye gave Xie Xuan a beautiful leaf-vein bookmark—he snatched the bookmark away as a prank, but the fragile leaf-vein bookmark was destroyed in his hands.Sun Lanye was so wronged and angry that his eyes were red, and he lay down on the table and buried his head in tears.But he didn't feel guilty at all, on the contrary, he felt happy, but he was very angry - that day when school was over, he didn't wait for Xie Xuan, he walked quickly ahead alone, Xie Xuan followed him far away - he didn't know what he was Angry for Sun Lanye sending Xie Xuan bookmark, or because Xie Xuan accepted Sun Lanye's bookmark——

Today, this kind of mood suddenly came again, and even more, he couldn't figure it out.

The once clean and beautiful but a little thin boy has grown into a tall and handsome boy—although his body is not as strong as his, which has soared because of playing basketball, but his bones and flesh are well-proportioned, his eyebrows are warm, as if washed by the moonlight, bright and lofty, Every gesture is calm, indescribably freehand and calm, which is different from anyone around.In the corner of the classroom and in the corridor, the voices of girls gathering together to discuss Xie Xuan were often heard.He used to be secretly pleased that he was Xie Xuan's only friend, but after Xie Xuan became busier and more comfortable with others, he felt lost and lonely, although he did not admit it.

Xie Xuan is different—no one knows better than him, especially when he was promoted to junior high school, when the accumulation of his family background gradually revealed itself—Zhou Nansheng suddenly realized that one day, Xie Xuan will leave——

The yard was dark, and a wild cat let out a cry and ran past him quickly. He was startled, and walked through the yard, the gate was already closed—this was expected, a lively scene like an open-air movie, Guan Xiu couldn't miss it—he took out the key and inserted it into the keyhole, and twisted it a few times, but the key didn't move at all—the door was locked from the inside.

He felt strange, took a few steps back, and looked at the dark house without a single light—could it be that Guan Xiu had already fallen asleep?This is impossible, Zhou Nansheng immediately vetoed this idea, he suddenly recalled that during dinner Guan Xiu asked him abnormally if he would go to the movies, even though he was asking, his tone and demeanor strongly wanted him to go.At that time, what he was thinking about was Xie Xuan, he hurriedly finished the meal, put the bowl away and ran to Xie Xuan's grandmother's house, he was always impatient with Guan Xiu, if it was not necessary, he would He absolutely refused to say a word——Suddenly, a thought that he knew he shouldn’t have rushed into his mind, and he couldn’t get rid of it——

His eyes were gloomy, looking at the dark bedroom on the second floor, trying to hear something, but the only sound in his ears was the sound of a movie fighting from the village.He pursed his lips, and suddenly pushed hard on the locked door—the paint on the double wooden door downstairs has been peeled off due to its age, and the hole between the rice boards could allow a stray cat to enter and exit, for which the lock has become a decoration ——In elementary school, he occasionally forgot to bring the key and was locked outside the door, so he slammed on the door hard, and it opened after a few strokes——This method was tried and tested, and this time was no exception——The door, vulnerable, he He didn't turn on the light, walked in in the dark, bumped into a chair, and his bones hurt from the bump, but he didn't care, held his breath, and walked upstairs step by step——

The door of the bedroom was also tightly closed. There were two pairs of shoes at the door, one pair of black high-heeled shoes she knew, her mother Guan Xiu's favorite, inlaid with shiny rhinestones, one standing upright and the other lying down two feet apart. the other pair were men's leather shoes, polished to a shine—

boom--

Zhou Nansheng felt that something collapsed in his heart. He was knocked dizzy, unable to fight back, and his hands and feet were as cold as if they were not his own.Fear, despair, anger, and hatred overwhelmed him, he opened his mouth, unable to breathe, unable to call for help——

He quietly left home, and walked aimlessly on the dark path in the village alone, it was freezing to the bone, but he couldn't stop——

At the end of the first movie, Zheng Xulan's sweet and tactful "Shepherd's Song" floated in the night sky. Everyone seemed to be immersed in the peaceful and distant mood like a pastoral song. The adults began to urge the children who had to study tomorrow to go home and sleep. Hesitating and faltering, in exchange for adults beating and scolding, some old people who are used to going to bed early also tidied up the stools and walked home slowly——

Xie Xuan didn't wait for Zhou Nansheng, decided to go back, and met Zhou Jin who was still stretching his neck waiting to watch the second part——

"Hey, Xie Xuan, where is Zhou Nansheng? I'll ask him for my math homework, or I'll forget it tomorrow morning—"

Xie Xuan replied: "He is not with me."

Zhou Jin was surprised, "Didn't he go looking for you? Didn't he find you?"

Xie Xuan shook his head, feeling a little strange, so he didn't go home directly, but went to Zhou Nansheng's house, but the small building was pitch black, Xie Xuan called Nansheng's name a few times, but no one answered.

Young people are always drowsy, and Xie Xuan fell asleep almost as soon as he touched the pillow. He didn't know how long he had slept. He was woken up by the banging of the window - the whole village had already entered a sound sleep, and the wind outside was very strong , slapping the glass windows and crackling, autumn is already very deep.Xie Xuan turned over, fell into a light sleep at the beginning, and was woken up again by a snap—this time he was sure it was a small stone hitting his window——

Xie Xuan was suspicious, lifted the warm quilt, walked around the big Ning-style bed and came to the north-facing window. Just as he opened the window, the strong wind mixed with rain made him shiver. He looked outside and saw a The figure was wrapping his body and stretching his neck to look at his window—it was too dark, it was windy and rainy, he couldn't see the man's appearance clearly, but he knew it was Zhou Nansheng intuitively, and he was shocked , hurriedly tiptoed downstairs, opened the back door of the kitchen——

Zhou Nansheng had climbed over the wall and came in familiarly. He stood beside the tile vat for the lotus, shrunk his shoulders and neck, and was too cold to speak—fortunately, the rain just started, and his hair and clothes were only slightly wet. meaning.

"Why are you here?" Xie Xuan couldn't get rid of the doubts in his heart, and pulled him into the house, "It's so late, what happened?"

Zhou Nansheng did not speak, but lowered his head slightly.

"Nansheng?" Xie Xuan reached out to shake his hand—it was so cold.

The temperature of Xie Xuan's hand was so warm that it was almost scalding hot for Zhou Nansheng. He flinched subconsciously, then raised his head, with a cynical smile on his face, and iced his hand on Xie Xuan's neck, "It's so cold, warm me up." warm!"

Xie Xuan was so cold that he took a breath and pushed him, but Zhou Nansheng seemed to be addicted to playing, hugged him, and his whole cold and wet body was stuck to Xie Xuan's back. Xie Xuan naturally struggled, and the relationship between the two The movement woke up the old man upstairs——

"Who is there?"

There was a creaking sound from the old wooden stairs, it was someone going downstairs——

Xie Xuan and Zhou Nansheng were so frightened that they didn't dare to move, they listened with their ears up——

The old man's voice came again, "San'er, is that you?"

Xie Xuan quickly broke free from Zhou Nansheng's shackles, pushed him outside the door, and replied calmly, "Well, I'm a little thirsty, I'm going downstairs to drink some water."

As soon as the words fell, the old man appeared in the kitchen with his clothes on, "Why don't you even turn on the light?" After talking, the light was brightly lit, and the cold wind mixed with rain was pouring in from the wide open door——

The old man frowned, "You opened the back door? Be careful of catching a cold, the temperature drops so badly at night, you need to put on a coat when you come out—" He walked towards the door, closed it, and locked it.

Xie Xuan hung his heart and nodded.

"Is there hot water in the thermos? But don't be greedy for the convenience of drinking tap water—" The old man picked up a thermos, poured half a glass of water into an enamel cup, and handed it to Xie Xuan, "Go to sleep after drinking, There is still class tomorrow."

"Well, I see." Xie Xuan nodded obediently while holding the enamel cup.

After a few more instructions, the old man went upstairs.

Xie Xuan waited until the upstairs was completely quiet, then opened the back door lightly, and hurriedly went to look for Zhou Nansheng—in the cold wind and rain, he was nowhere to be seen.Xie Xuan was anxious in his heart, but he didn't dare to shout out, and he didn't care about the cotton on his feet and dragged his thin pajamas on his body. He rushed into the night, and the night wind was violent, pulling his large pajamas. The portrait lost weight, and the cold rain The child jumped on his face and got into his neck. He looked around and finally found Zhou Nansheng under the banana tree in the northeast corner——

He was standing alone against the wall, unable to see clearly, but there was a gloomy and cold air all over his body, sensitive and fragile.

Xie Xuan walked over and called him in a low voice, "Nan Sheng—"

Zhou Nansheng raised his head slowly, saw him, and smiled vaguely, "I'm leaving—"

Xie Xuan quickly stepped forward and grabbed his arm, "What's wrong with you, where are you going? It's so late, does your mother know you're coming out?"

Zhou Nansheng remained silent.

Xie Xuan groped for his cold hand and pulled him, but he didn't pull, and with a little more force, Zhou Nansheng finally took a step forward.

Xie Xuan dragged the silent Zhou Nansheng into the kitchen, poured another cup of hot water into his hand, then closed the door and the light, put a finger between his lips, and gave Zhou Nansheng a "shh", The two returned to the room quietly.

After closing the door, Xie Xuan really relaxed, and turned around to look at Zhou Nansheng who looked like a wooden man.Zhou Nansheng avoided his gaze, and mechanically drank the boiling water in the enamel cup. The hot liquid passed down the esophagus, as if scalding a path. He slowly felt the existence of his hands and feet, and pulled his stiff face slightly. "It's so cold outside, I'm about to freeze—it's going to rain tomorrow——" He looked up at Xie Xuan as if he had nothing to say, feeling a little embarrassed and embarrassed, and couldn't help him. Late night visits make reasonable explanations.

Xie Xuan sat by the bed and hummed.

"What's in the movie today?"

"Shaolin Temple and City Hunter"

"Does it look good?"

"Well—you didn't go to see it?"

Zhou Nansheng remained silent again, and after a while passed the enamel cup in his hand, "Do you want to drink?"

Xie Xuan nodded, Zhou Nansheng stepped forward and handed him the cup.Xie Xuan drank the remaining half of the glass of water, then put the glass aside, "Go to sleep, turn off the lights."

He lay down inside on his own, leaving a bed outside for Zhou Nansheng.

Zhou Nansheng was stunned for a while, then slowly took off his wet clothes, turned off the light, groped to the side of the bed in the dark, lifted the quilt and lay down - the quilt was still warm, with Xie Xuan's body temperature remaining, Zhou Nansheng I felt my cold, unconscious heart throbbing slightly, the warm body around me was within reach, and in the darkness, we could hear each other's breathing clearly.

Zhou Nansheng was lying on the bed, looking at the dark top of the bed, and stretched out his hand carefully to hook Xie Xuan's finger, "San'er—" His call was a little tentative, a little precious, and a little I also can't explain the emotions that I don't know clearly, like the water vapor that hasn't condensed.

"En." Xie Xuan responded, as if about to fall asleep.

Zhou Nansheng's hand reached out, along Xie Xuan's fingers, and slid across his forearm. When it touched his belly button, Xie Xuan suddenly turned over and turned his back to him.

Zhou Nansheng didn't move for a long time. Just when Xie Xuan was about to fall asleep, he suddenly turned around, stretched out his arms, framed Xie Xuan's shoulders, pressed against his chest, and dug his chin into his neck.

Neither of the two people spoke, neither moved, their skins were hot and hot, there was a kind of feeling like slender vines sticking out their heads, something came quietly, it was as dark as the breath between the lips .