shallow affection

In the early morning, Fang Mingzhan washed and dressed, and walked around Jian Qingli's apartment.

This is a second-hand house with an area of ​​about [-] square meters. The decoration style is very rustic, and the furniture also looks old and vicissitudes.The guest bedroom was transformed into a study room, and there was a small wooden shelf in it, which was cleaned spotlessly, and various cameras and lenses were placed there, which was very grand.

The coffee table in the living room is a bit old, but its style is unique, and it is a little inconsistent with the decoration of the whole room.Fang Mingzhan recognized at a glance that it was moved from their previous rental house.In addition, there are some other gadgets in the apartment, all of which have a long-lost sense of familiarity. He looked around, and his mood can't be bad, but it's a bit gloomy.

When Jian Qingli woke up, Fang Mingzhan had already left.There was almost no trace of him left, if not for a short strand of hair found on the pillow, Jian Qingli would have suspected that the memory of last night was an illusion.

He washed his face, soaked a bag of fruit cereal and ate it, and then sat in front of the computer to work.Jiuhe has very high requirements for the quality of the show pictures, and Jian Qingli has never been sloppy with his works, so the photos for this spring show took a long time to finish.During the whole process, he didn't eat or drink, and he was full of energy. It wasn't until he clicked the send button that his brain felt the soreness of his shoulders, the dryness of his eyes, and the overwhelming exhaustion.

Like a punctured balloon, Jian Qingli let out a long breath of relief, and slowly collapsed on the back of the computer chair, staring straight at the ceiling.

It was already one o'clock in the afternoon. After lying down for a while, he felt sleepy and hungry, so he picked up his phone and ordered a rice bowl with braised beef brisket. Fifteen minutes later, the doorbell rang, and the delivery guy in a yellow coat and helmet came to deliver the food, asking him to give him a five-star praise.

"Yes, definitely." Jian Qingli saw the fine sweat on his forehead and asked, "Is it hot outside?"

The little brother had a simple and honest face, and said with a smile: "Today the sun is bright."

"Pay attention to sun protection." Jian Qingli said again, "In two days, it may be cold in spring, and the temperature will drop again. The weather is cloudy and sunny."

"Yeah." The delivery boy looked at him with complicated eyes. He was happy to gain goodwill, but also a little confused. After saying hello, he hurried away and continued to work for his life.

Jian Qingli closed the door, pursing her lips in disinterest.

He put the lunch box on the dining table, propped the tablet aside, and randomly clicked on an episode of old friends to write down the meal.The braised beef brisket tasted mediocre, but because I was hungry, I actually tasted it with relish.

Today's random episode of Friends is the episode where Ross and Rachel broke up. Jian Qingli was still chewing on the beef brisket, and Ross on the screen started roaring: "Wewereonabreak!"

He repeated such annoying words over and over again, causing the whole apartment to resound with the lingering sound of "break".With a stick in her throat, Jian Qingli pressed the pause button on the video, and finished eating sullenly.

In the afternoon, he listened to an art theory class on the Internet for a while, and suddenly remembered the photos he took in Cuiye Park last time, so he selected a few photos and posted them on the prelife homepage.

In the friend column, Leo's profile picture is gray, Jian Qingli clicks into the chat interface, and finds that the topic last time was still "chasing girls or not".

"What have you been up to lately?" he asked.

Leo's online time was irregular, and he didn't wait too long, so he put down his phone and continued to listen to the class.Jian Qingli didn't receive a reply until she was about to go to bed at night: "Busy with work."

He tentatively said, "I don't know where you work yet."

"domestic."

"Which province, won't it be G province?"

Leo suddenly became alert: "Why are you asking this?"

"I just want to know," Jian Qingli said, "You know so many things about me, I can't ask you yet."

"What you said may not be true."

Jian Qingli thumped the pillow, thinking about how to refute, when Leo sent another message: "In Province G."

Jian Qingli was stunned.He raised his neck, leaned the back of his head against the bed, meditated for a few seconds, then suddenly lowered his head, and typed a line: "Really? You don't want to tell me, you are actually in Cangshi, right?"

After a while, Leo replied: "Not here."

Jian Qingli's fingers hovered over the Jiugong grid, but he didn't press it down for a long time. He felt confused and exhausted at the same time, unable to conceive any clear thoughts.

Leo suddenly said: "The photo you posted today is very beautiful."

He gave a step, and Jian Qingli went down: "It's Cuiye Park in the suburbs of Cangshi. I lived nearby when I was a child. The scenery is quite beautiful."

"Ah."

"Where are you?"

In the hotel suite, Fang Mingzhan turned his eyes away from his phone and looked out of the window. Through a layer of clean glass, he saw the skyscrapers under construction in Yunzhi County.Next to the real estate, a huge billboard stood up, with a big bold letter: "Build an ecological county, a cultural county, a tourist county, and a happy county."

He typed a few words: "Reinforced concrete."

Cyan replied: "Reinforced concrete also has the beauty of reinforced concrete."

"En." Fang Mingzhan clicked send, and felt that it was too indifferent, as if it was a signal to end the chat, so out of some inexplicable psychology, he asked, "How are you and your ex-boyfriend?"

What's going on with your ex-boyfriend.

Jian Qingli sighed at this question, and felt funny again after sighing, so she pursed her lips and smiled.He replied: "I don't know."

Leo didn't ask any further questions, but Jian Qingli became interested in telling the story and said, "Let me tell you about my ex-boyfriend."

Leo: "Whatever."

Jian Qingli put the fluffy pillows on his back, seriously thought about where to start the story between him and Fang Mingzhan, and finally decided to throw the bomb first: "He and I are half brothers."

Leo replied quickly, and the content was very plain, a simple "oh".

"Aren't you surprised?" Jian Qingli deliberately emphasized, "We are incest."

Leo remained calm, and retorted: "The world is so big and full of wonders. What's more, you may also be lying."

"Haha, you are right." Jian Qingli paused for a while.

He thought of Fang Mingzhan, four years ago, eight years ago, and even 20 years ago, the memory fragments were revolving in his mind, and finally he picked one at random, "Let me tell you about our first kiss."

He was excited, but Leo was disappointed: "Wait a minute, I have a call."

With such an interruption, Jian Qingli's enthusiasm for confiding disappeared, and he said, "Forget it, go get busy."

Maybe because of his own thoughts, Jian Qingli had a dream that night, about the small garden of Cangshi No. [-] Middle School.The garden is separated between the junior high school and the high school. There are five or six garden beds, which are planted with graceful strelitzias, fiery red phoenix flowers, and melancholy and charming pansies. They are lifelike and swing their stems and leaves in the breeze. , every detail is clear.

That was Jian Qingli's favorite place in No. [-] Middle School. He and Fang Mingzhan spent a lot of time there, and campus couples often lingered here, holding hands and kissing under the cover of flowers and trees.

Jian Qingli felt that he was walking on the cobblestone road that ran through the garden, because Strelitzia kept retreating in his field of vision, but he couldn't see his body and shadow. In the dream, he seemed to be just a strand of consciousness, without form, without entity.

So he walked lightly, drifting towards the most familiar corner - near the corner of the teaching building of the junior high school, there was a bluestone bench on which two figures sat, and a modest and beautiful frangipani tree beside it.

Among all the plants on campus, Jian Qingli's favorite is frangipani.He felt happy and jumped forward excitedly, but he bumped into the heart of one of them and disappeared.

"Is there any other name for frangipani?" Jian Qingli raised his hand and touched the flower that opened a few centimeters above his shoulder.The flowers are very beautiful, with five petals in total, each of which overlaps slightly and is tightly packed together, like rotating fan leaves.The most eye-catching thing is the color of the flowers. The outer edge is milky white and the flower center is bright yellow. They are all bright colors, but they are very fresh when combined.

"Yes, I remember it's also called Burmese Gardenia." The people around replied.

"Gardenia frangipani?" Jian Qingli repeated, "It's still in the image of frangipani." He lowered his arms, lazily leaned back, and lay down on the bluestone slab, asking, "When are you going home?"

Students in the third year of senior high school have a heavy academic burden, and they only have a vacation once every two weeks. They finally look forward to the rest day, and the boarding students seize the opportunity to go home. The campus is empty and deserted.Jian Qingli didn't need to make up lessons on Saturdays, but staying at home was boring, so she simply came to school for self-study and accompanied Fang Mingzhan by the way.

"I won't be going home this week. Later...he will bring things over." Fang Mingzhan paused, and said, "I have some for you too."

"I don't want it." Jian Qingli looked at the blue sky and yawned.

The sunshine at three o'clock in the afternoon is just right, with the enthusiasm that summer should have, and the aroma of frangipani, strelitzia, and pansy is transpired without making people sweat.Jian Qingli's calf was hanging in front of the stone bench, and he bumped into Fang Mingzhan while shaking. Fang Mingzhan didn't notice it, and leaned against the trunk of the frangipani tree with closed eyes to rest his mind.

He was wearing an ordinary blue school uniform, the collar was turned up neatly, and a deep fold was pressed out. His strong arms stretched out from the cuffs and were loosely crossed on his chest, giving him a hidden sense of strength.

Jian Qingli stared at him intently, feeling his mouth was dry, and said "Hey", seeing that Fang Mingzhan was unmoved, he kicked him lightly.

"What are you doing?" Fang Mingzhan kept his eyes closed.

Jian Qingli felt shy for no reason, although those secret thoughts only collided in his chest, but the sun seemed to be able to penetrate everything, telling the wind and clouds what was on his mind.

"How many days until the college entrance examination?" He asked.

Fang Mingzhan frowned, and answered after thinking, "Fifty days."

"Can you get into Tsinghua University and Peking University?"

Fang Mingzhan smiled: "I haven't taken the exam yet, how would I know?"

"I think you can." Jian Qingli said with certainty.

Fang Mingzhan was a little moved and couldn't help but opened his eyes to look at him.Jian Qingli's serious look made him tease him, and he said seriously: "If I go to Beijing to study in university, then we can only see each other during the winter and summer vacations."

"Isn't there still [-]th, [-]st, Ching Ming Festival and Mid-Autumn Festival?" Jian Qingli counted, feeling a sense of loss, and her dangling calves stopped. "Actually, Cangda is pretty good." He secretly glanced at Fang Mingzhan, "Now it's the fifth place in the country."

Fang Mingzhan laughed, did not express any more opinions, and asked another matter: "Is Liu Yatian still pestering you?"

Liu Yatian was Jian Qingli's kindergarten classmate nicknamed "Tiantian". The two had worked together to subdue bullies and had a deep relationship.Because the primary school and the junior high school are not in the same school, they had already "forgotten each other". As a result, Liu Yatian transferred to the third middle school this semester and reunited with Jian Qingli. After playing together a few times, they actually developed some affection.

"Not in these two days," Jian Qingli was lying down. From his point of view, Fang Mingzhan's back was extraordinarily tall. He was unbalanced, so he added in a low voice, "But who knows if she will die down."

Fang Mingzhan turned his head, stared at him from above, and asked unhappily, "Do you like Liu Yatian?"

"I don't know." Jian Qingli tried to shrug his shoulders, which seemed a bit funny because he was lying flat, "I've never liked anyone else."

When he was talking, his nimble black eyes kept looking at Fang Mingzhan, seemingly focused, but his eyes were tentative, ready to escape at any time.

Fang Mingzhan didn't say anything, and continued to lean against the tree trunk to bask in the sun, but his sitting posture was more relaxed.

A bee flew over, buzzing and vibrating its wings, perhaps because Jian Qingli's body was soaked in the strong fragrance of flowers, it kept pounced on him.Jian Qingli drove it away clumsily, fought with it, and struggled with it for a long time before the bee retreated.

After this little episode, the atmosphere in the corner of the garden seemed to be a little different. The soft and inclusive tranquility disappeared, and it was more like the surface of a lake with ripples after falling stones.Jian Qingli felt a burst of courage and impulsiveness, and asked eagerly: "Fang Mingzhan, have you ever kissed?"

Fang Mingzhan was surprised, but he didn't make it too obvious. He just tightened his arms and said angrily, "Who are you going to pick up with?"

Jian Qingli said: "Many students in our class are in love."

There was a hint of envy in his tone, Fang Mingzhan was not happy when he heard it, and criticized: "What's the use of talking now, you don't want to break up when you go to college."

"Hey, why are you cursing others?" Jian Qingli laughed, "If you can't eat grapes, you say the grapes are sour."

Fang Mingzhan also smiled.

After a short silence, Jian Qingli muttered softly: "What does it feel like to kiss."

Fang Mingzhan turned to look at him, their eyes met, their gazes locked, a beam of sunlight passed through the leaves, and the dust in the air slowly danced.

After a short period of time, or a long period of time, Fang Mingzhan suddenly grabbed a low-hanging branch, pulled it down, and covered the square stone bench even more concealedly, then bent down, bit by bit. Get closer to Jian Qingli.

Jian Qingli paused for breath, her heart was beating wildly, and her clear eyes reflected the blue sky and the shadow of Fang Mingzhan.The shadow grew bigger and bigger until it filled his field of vision.

Their lips touched each other, dry, soft, and warm. Maybe they were dazzled by the rich fragrance of flowers, and they felt that their lips also had a sweet taste.

After kissing quietly for a while, Fang Mingzhan straightened his waist slightly to let the air flow into each other.Jian Qingli pressed the tip of his nose against his, and took a quick breath.

A frangipani fell from the branch and landed in Fang Mingzhan's hair. He didn't notice it. He just looked at Jian Qingli's long and curled eyelashes and slightly undulating chest, and his Adam's apple kept rolling.

"You..." Jian Qingli tried to remind him that Fang Mingzhan didn't know why, so he tilted his head slightly, and the flowers rubbed against his ear and landed on Jian Qingli's face.

Neither of them dared to move, guarding something carefully, and did not communicate.Jian Qingli sometimes looked at Fang Mingzhan, and sometimes looked at the cloudless blue sky, her heart was full and her eyes were slightly moist.

After a while, he reached out to remove the fallen flowers on his face, Fang Mingzhan also straightened up, and let go of the branches.Jian Qingli sat up and bumped him with his shoulder: "You destroy trees."

"Hmm." Fang Mingzhan smiled and confessed his guilt.

Jian Qingli opened her mouth, wanting to say something else, when suddenly she woke up from the dream.