Strawberry West Toast

To enter the locker room of the gymnasium, you need to pass through the auditorium. When you come out, you walk quickly, and when you come back, it is another mood.There are two locker rooms in total, each shift is mixed, he couldn't tell if Pei Yiwei was on the left or on the right for a while.He stood at the door and looked around. The team uniform was designed by him. It was bright and springy, but there was no such color in the locker room.

After waiting in the aisle for a while, he heard the voices of Jiang Yu and Cai Zhuoxi in the distance, Wang Zhen stood up slowly and bumped into the volleyball team that was walking towards him.He raised his hand to say hello, Jiang Yu, who was walking in the front, was stunned when he saw him, and then smiled and said, "Why is Brother Zhen here?"

He said hello to Cai Zhuoxi, and turned to answer Jiang Yu: "Come to eat, and the third one is not a treat?"

Jiang Yu laughed loudly: "Come on, we haven't had a breakup meal since you left, so we just got together."

"Can you talk?" Cai Zhuoxi asked him from the side, "What is a breakup meal?"

"Yes, it's not a breakup meal, but a farewell meal." Jiang Yu corrected.

Wang Zhen smiled and waited for them outside.The dinner party was a temporary decision, maybe Jiang Yu didn't expect Wen Shi to be in the top three, so he encountered a little difficulty in choosing a restaurant, and finally settled on a hot pot restaurant in the complex.

The parking space near the complex was tight, so Pei Yiwei didn't drive Little Sheep and took the bus with them.The weather was gloomy and cold, there was no wind or rain in the sky, and the sunlight struggled to penetrate the gray clouds and mist that accumulated above the buildings, casting some fish-like spots of light.Wang Zhen was sitting by the window, in front of him were two gentle boys, Pei Yiwei was wearing earphones, looking out of the window.Wang Zhen guessed that he was listening to English.

Someone called Pei Yiwei's name, Pei Yiwei took off his earphones and looked at him.

Wang Zhen quickly looked down at the phone.

It was just after 06:30 when we arrived at the hotpot restaurant. They were waiting outside the store. A group of boys talked to each other and talked to the volunteer wall of the third year. Pei Yiwei who was sitting in the corner was pushed out. Jiang Yu smiled and said: "Pei God Have you thought about where to take the exam?"

Cai Zhuoxi said: "We're out for dinner, can't we have a relaxing chat?"

A group of people laughed, Jiang Yu said: "Go aside, I didn't ask you."

"It's meaningless if you don't ask me your question," Cai Zhuoxi said, "Where is God Pei going?"

"...That's true." Jiang Yu put his arms on the back of the chair and said slowly.

The waiter called their numbers, and Jiang Yu led them in.Before sitting down, he pushed Wang Zhen to the seat next to him. Pei Yiwei was already sitting on the right side. Wang Zhen sat down next to him, put his back against the soft seat, and put his arms in front of him.

The reason for Wang Zhen's departure is not well known to everyone. The boys are well-bred and deliberately avoid this question.Wang Zhen just picks up vegetables, drinks tea, and doesn't join their conversation.But after chatting for a while, Jiang Yu suddenly brought the topic to him, Wang Zhen was stunned for a moment, and asked him to repeat the question.

Jiang Yu said: "Should I continue to study painting in the future? Then enter the Academy of Fine Arts?"

Wang Zhen picked up a chopstick of spinach and said hesitantly, "Yes."

"Then come on," Jiang Yu said, "If you pass the exam, take us around your school, and get a bit of art."

Wang Zhen went to the bathroom, he didn't say a few words, just ate.It's been a while since I touched anything greasy and spicy, and my stomach felt a huge burden almost immediately.

He supported the sink and slowly calmed down, the wooden door behind him was suddenly pushed open, and Pei Yiwei walked in.

Wang Zhen didn't want to greet him right now, so he wet his cheeks with a cup of water, put his palms flat in the dryer, and waited for the warm air to dry his wet hands.

After Pei Yiwei came out of the bathroom, he washed his hands on his right side. He washed his hands slowly, and the water droplets didn't even jump onto the marble countertop.He took out the tissue paper and wiped it twice, as if he would turn around and leave in the next moment, but what he imagined did not happen, Pei Yiwei threw the paper ball into the wastebasket with a solemn expression, and the tone of his mouth seemed to be negotiating with him: " Do you want to chat?"

Wang Zhen hesitated for two seconds and said, "Okay."

Coming out of the complex, there was light rain on the gray street, Wang Zhen opened his umbrella and told Jiang Yu on the phone that he paid the bill and asked them to eat well.

After hanging up the phone, Wang Zhen glanced at the rain and fog outside the umbrella, his arm was touched, and Pei Yiwei took the umbrella over.Walking through two crossroads, the rain never abated, the sound of running water was overwhelming, Wang Zhen's coat was wet from the shoulders, and the rainwater flowed into the shoulder sockets, covering his body temperature.

When Wang Zhen jumped out of the car, he felt a little regretful.

Standing on the roadbed, he said to Pei Yiwei: "Why is it always like this, I'll follow you wherever you are going."

Pei Yi lowered his neck slightly to open his umbrella, without answering, he came to a porridge shop they had visited last time under the eaves.He hesitated at the door, then turned and left, changing a place.

There are no pedestrians here, it is still the familiar stairway, a blue bicycle is parked by the drainpipe, and the wet footprints extend from the gutter to the depths of the corridor.Wang Zhen took a look, looked back, stood quietly by the wall, rubbed his fingers, wanted to squat down, bend his legs, or change some other posture, but in the end he kept the original posture, opened his eyelids and stared straight at With Pei Yiwei.

The cold winter wind seeped into the corridor, but Wang Zhen sweated a lot.He stretched out his hand to wipe it a few times, lowered his head silently, and planned to take out the tissue paper from his bag.

A hand grabbed him suddenly, and then, Pei Yiwei's body temperature passed through his chest.

The kiss fell on the skin, causing a slight shudder.Wang Zhen pursed his lips, and Pei Yiwei gently held his palm and put it in his pocket.Pei Yiwei came to the door, unscrewed the door lock with his left hand, found a pair of slippers for Wang Zhen, then put down the keys, change and backpack, and kicked off the soaked white sneakers before closing the door.

The house smelled of rain.Wang Zhen's eyes became moist and warm in the kiss.His earlobes were soft, and the unhealed piercings were slightly red and swollen, like two red moles.Pei Yiwei wanted to peel them off and take a look, to see if there were devils hiding inside, otherwise why the proud self-control failed repeatedly in front of them.Wang Zhen trembled in pain, but didn't push his hand away.Pei Yiwei continued to kiss him, he hid behind the sofa, and he went to grab his hand.

The tireless game lasted until dusk. Under the overhead light, on the sofa, or in front of the desk, Wang Zhen sometimes stopped and kissed him briefly, but when his movements became rough, he started pushing and shoving, and fled into the sofa. When I was tired, I leaned against the bed and talked to him one sentence after another.

"Is it cold?" Pei Yi held his hand slightly.

Wang Zhen shook his head: "My stomach is swollen."

He was still wearing his school uniform that was soaked by rain, Pei Yiwei thought of finding him a dose of morphine and a dry coat.There are only popular style sweaters and jackets in the closet, uniform black.When Wang Zhen was picking a coat in front of the cabinet door, Pei Yiwei went to the medicine cabinet in the living room to find morphine, boiled a pot of warm water, and put it in Wang Zhen's hands.Wang Zhen swallowed the pills slowly and told Pei Yiwei that because of repeated gastroenteritis and low fever, he once swallowed twelve pills, five capsules, three green ones, two blue ones, and six flat tablets. , white, and a piece of black.He said that the traditional Chinese medicine for nourishing the intestines and stomach was bitter and sweet. After taking the first sip, he vomited on the edge of the sink, contaminating the tiles, and then was asked to stand directly in front of the toilet while drinking the medicine, so as not to happen to the previous situation.

The washing machine beeped and started to run, and the machine made a buzzing and trembling sound.Wang Zhen looked extremely tired, with slightly droopy eyelids, leaning against the corner of the sofa.

"You haven't texted me for two weeks."

"..."

"Pei Yiwei?"

"Are you listening?"

Pei Yi took off his socks slightly, sat on the sofa, and gently scratched the back of his hand: "I'm listening."

"Call back when you're listening."

"Sleep," Pei Yiwei covered him with a blanket, "don't talk."

Wang Zhen glanced at him, did not refute, breathed evenly for a while, and closed his eyes silently.

Pei Yiwei turned off the wall lamp by the bed, and sat on the balcony for a while, watching the gray dusk gradually cover the streets, and the rainy city sinking into the night.

The rain lasted until three o'clock, and the streets became dry again after early morning.After lunch, Wang Zhen and Pei Yiwei walked to my sister-in-law's new shop, stayed briefly for 10 minutes, then crossed the stone bridge in the evening wind at [-] o'clock in winter, walked into the Xiajiao subway station, and took the train at [-]:[-] Subway back to school with casing painted purple.

It was rush hour, and there were all kinds of office workers in the car. The cold wind blowing Wang Zhen's black bangs as the subway passed the tracks, Pei Yiwei noticed that he was not wearing a wig, which was his real hair color.

Wang Zhen explained to him that because he no longer liked gray, he dyed his hair back to its original color, and the wig was put into the suitcase.

When passing through the complex, several folk singers walked into the carriage, with payment codes hanging on their backs, singing loudly in the crowded crowd, with a hoarse voice.

Wang Zhen turned his back to the car window, rubbed Pei Yiwei's chin with the top of his hair, listened to their singing, and laughed while listening.

Pei Yi covered his ears slightly, and commented: "Sings so-so."

Wang Zhen looked up at his face.

Soon, the flight attendants drove the singer out of the car, and another group of waiting passengers poured into the car.