Occasional ABO

Bai Zhijing fell ill.

In the past two months or so, he has been anxious about changing his grades and Ying Yingzi, and when his mind is overwhelmed, his body is prone to problems.I didn't wear a coat downstairs in the KTV before, and I suffered from the cold for more than half an hour, and the cold was unbearable.Later, he had a big fight with Ying Yingzi, sweating all over his body because of his emotions, and his iron body couldn't hold it up when he was blown by the wind like this.

"37 degrees eight, lie down, I'll get you medicine."

Promised to take the thermometer out of Bai Zhijing's armpits, touched Bai Zhijing's forehead, it was hot.

"Why did you tell your sister?" Bai Zhijing grabbed Xu Xu's cuff, his eyes were red, half of him was sick, and the other half was anxious, "Why, how... oh, you're still a college student , why don't you know the seriousness!"

"Be good, don't think about it." Xu Xu sat down on the edge of the bed helplessly, touched Bai Zhijing's face with his palm, and patted comfortingly, "Take the medicine and sleep, and I will accompany you, okay? Don't you always Do you want me to sleep with you?"

"No more," Bai Zhijing shook his head, with a strong nasal voice, "Hurry up and spend time with your sister, just say you were angry just now, and say you were talking nonsense."

The moon hung high in the sky, and the bright white moonlight came in through the window, illuminating Bai Zhijing's reddened face.

Xu Xu felt that one of his hearts was also burned red.

"Jing'er, it's my fault. I haven't been a good brother, nor have I been your boyfriend."

Bai Zhijing let out a short "ah" with his mouth open, and then stretched out his arms to wrap around Xu Xu's neck: "You can talk nonsense! Whoever says you are bad, whoever says you are bad, I can't beat him to death, you It is the best, no one is better than you, you, why are you not a good brother? Do you still remember that time, when you bought shrimp, you were still so small, how tall were you at that time Ah, you eat the shrimp head...you eat that one, promise..."

He couldn't help but choked up as he spoke, his nose was red and his eyes were bright, like a little fairy boy in a storybook.

"I remember, I remember," Xu Xu smiled at him, stroking his hair with his palm, "Jing'er, I remember."

What Bai Zhijing said was that Xu Xu was in the second year of junior high school. At that time, his father had an accident, and his legs were disabled. He promised to get up at five o'clock to go to the market to buy vegetables, and when he came back, he would make breakfast and send Ying Yingzi to elementary school, and then rushed to school. After picking up Ying Yingzi at noon, I have to rush back to make lunch.

Once I promised to weigh half a catty of live shrimp and steam it. My father was not willing to eat the good ones, so he took two mouthfuls of rice and went back to the house, saying that he was not hungry.

He promised to peel the prawns for Ying Yingzi, and Ying Yingzi said why don't you eat them, and promised that he doesn't like this, but he likes to eat shrimp heads, which are juicy and delicious.

Bai Zhijing and Song Baobao played around in the game hall, and when they returned to Lao Jiang Hutong, they happened to see this scene. Bai Zhijing didn't say anything at the time, and when Xu Xu's brothers and sisters had finished eating, he suddenly hugged Xu Xu's arms tightly, crying Wet the promise sleeves.

At that time, Xu Xu only thought that the little guy bumped into something again, but now he knows why Bai Zhijing shed tears, because he loves him.

He was thirteen or fourteen years old at that time, already a small adult, he was taller than anyone else when he stood up, only Bai Zhijing would describe him as "so small".

There is only one Bai Zhijing in this world, how could it be such a coincidence that he just happened to meet him.

"You must not say that you are not good," Bai Zhijing hugged the promise, "You are not willing to drink milk when I bring you milk, you think I don't know, but I know, why don't I know, you always If you are kind to your sister, if you are not kind to yourself, then you are not kind to me..."

Later, Bai Zhijing went to junior high school, which was just across the street from Xu Xu's high school. He heard that high school students had a heavy burden, and they had to drink more milk to improve their memory. He brought a bottle of hot milk from home every morning. Send it to the high school department to give a promise, and then run back to the junior high school department.

Xu Xu was reluctant to drink it, and brought it back to the alley at noon to give Ying Yingzi a drink, and I don't know when it started, Bai Zhijing gave Xu Xu two bottles of milk every morning.

He is obviously a little fool, and it takes a lot of effort to memorize a chapter of "The Oil Seller", but he can see and keep in his heart every single thing and every detail of the promise.

"Jing'er," Xu Xu closed his eyes, suppressed the soreness on the back of his tongue, leaned over and kissed Bai Zhijing's forehead, "I'm sorry for making you wronged."

Bai Zhijing's nose was sour, and he blinked twice: "It's okay."

Xu then kissed Bai Zhijing's wet eyelashes, Bai Zhijing felt Xu's lips were cold, held Xu's hand, and said softly: "You are more wronged than me, I know it all, I am only twice as wronged, you There are dozens of times."

Xu Xu didn't speak, but Bai Zhijing felt his lips trembling slightly.

Bai Zhijing was in so much pain, he raised his head to look for Xu Xu's face, and lightly bit Xu Xu's chin.

"Ying Xiaoxu, don't be sad. Even if they treat you badly, I will treat you well. I will always treat you well. I treat you the best."

Xu Xu's Adam's apple moved up and down, Bai Zhijing laughed, and said to Xu Xu: "Then I'm going to sleep, you go, don't disturb me, I'm so sleepy."

"it is good."

Xu Xu and Bai Zhijing exchanged a long and wet kiss, Bai Zhijing held Xu Xu's face and smiled silly.

The door of Ying Yingzi's room was closed tightly, Xu Xu knocked on the door, but there was no response.

"Yingzi, open the door," Xu Xu said in a deep voice, "I want to talk to you."

After a few seconds of silence, there was a sudden "bang" from the door, and something like a book was thrown on the door.

Xu Xu sighed softly, worried that he would wake up the master, and said softly: "Yingzi, open the door, or I will go in by myself."

There were thin sobbing sounds from the gap in the wooden door.

Xu Xu, who was about to take the spare key to open the door, paused, and pressed his forehead against the wooden door. The barb on the door pierced into his skin, and he let out a long breath.

The telephone line at home was cut by him, and the calls there will no longer be able to come in.

Xu Xu has repeatedly dreamed of the scene at that time in his dreams in the past few years. Those people rushed into the yard with long iron rods, stepped on Grandpa's face, and smashed Grandpa's legs with sticks.If there was another chance, he would not shrink back like that time. He would lock his sister in the small room first, then call the police, and then rush out with a kitchen knife.

If he had been braver at that time, things might have been different, Grandpa's legs might not have been disabled, and their lives might have been easier.

Xu promised to roll out his wire bed in the living room, then took out the quilt from the cupboard, made it hastily, and lay down on it.

He has been sleeping on a folding bed for more than ten years. He is so tall that he can't stretch his legs straight when he sleeps on it, and he is worried about waking up his father and sister even if he turns over.

He can't even sleep in a decent bed, he doesn't have anything in his home, and even this home isn't his.

Xu Xu sometimes wonders what else in this world belongs to him.

It's not like he didn't have those negative emotions of hating the world. He also had times when he wanted to cry loudly, when he wanted to collapse, when he wanted to stay in bed early in the morning, when he smelled kitchen fumes and wanted to vomit, and when he was out of class Later, when he wanted to go to the Internet cafe to play games with his classmates, but he couldn't, he didn't live for himself.

His father's name was Ying Feng, and he had saved many families that were on the verge of despair, but he left him such a mess.

The curtains in the living room were not drawn, and Xu Xu opened his eyes to look at the moon, a round moon, a white moon, and a clear moon.

At least one more moon is his.