No.20 years

Chen Jingming wandered straight in the night.His spine was straight and his steps were steady, but with his eyes as black as obsidian, he realized that he was just a ghost wandering in the abyss of night.

For 20 years, the past is not just the darkness of Hao Chun alone.For Chen Jingming, the past is still vivid, and all kinds of piles have formed a bottomless abyss.

Those who gaze into the abyss have already become part of the abyss.

Chen Jingming laughed at himself, and finally took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket at the end of the corridor.

It is also Beicheng.

Hao Chun is used to the brand he likes to draw.

The butterfly flowers blooming in the night are not arrogant, at least not as arrogant as the one at the foot of Jingshan that year, and not as arrogant as the butterfly tattoo on Hao Chun's back.But at the age of 35, Chen Jingming, now even the pansies on the corridor of his hospital seem to be grinning, laughing at his unscrupulous methods for so many years.

Ding, Chen Jingming flicked the lighter.

A cluster of bright fire lights up in the dark night light.

He held the cigarette between trembling fingers, took a deep breath, and closed his eyes.When he opened his eyes again, he had already inhaled one-third of the cigarette, and the long ash kept falling down.

After all, it is cheap cigarettes, and the shreds of tobacco are not so delicate.

Chen Jingming flicked off the cigarette ash, put one hand in his trouser pocket, and stood alone at the end of the corridor looking at the iris in a trance.Raising his head, the wide-angle mirror above his head hangs down at a 30° angle, barely able to see his reflection.

A man wearing a full black suit, smoking a cigarette with one hand in his trouser pocket. Although he has a neat crew cut, there always seems to be a few strands of hair hanging on his forehead.

Hao Chun always likes the broken hair on his forehead.

When they were 15 years old, they were writing extra-curricular exercise papers together for making up lessons, and Hao Chun's restless chubby little hand would always be in front of him.

"Chen Jingming, you look so pretty!"

"Well," 15-year-old Chen Jingming's face was slightly hot, and his thin lips couldn't help but curl up. He lowered his eyes and accepted the compliment from his sweetheart.

Then Hao Chun would lean over to kiss the fine sweat on his forehead like a puppy.

The few strands of broken hair became an obstacle.

Hao Chun always lifts them up, his chubby little hands carry the ignorant heartbeat of adolescence.

At the age of 16, Hao Chun appeared in front of him with a cigarette in his mouth, frowning and complaining. "Smoking is not allowed in your dormitory building. Don't tell me there are all good boys who come to Ninth Middle School, and no one smokes?"

"No." Chen Jingming stood at the end of the corridor leading to the roof, condescendingly leaning over Hao Chun who was standing on the stairs smoking a cigarette, slightly pursing his thin lips. "Achun?"

"Huh?" 16-year-old Hao Chun raised his head, paused, and couldn't help but choked on his cigarette.

Coughing echoed in the dark stairwell.

16-year-old Chen Jingming suddenly chuckled. "You're going to like it here someday."

"Fart!" 16-year-old Hao Chun anxiously threw down the cigarette butt, crushed it with his sneakers, walked up lazily, and stood beside him, grinning with two small canine teeth. "The only one I like is you."

A "上" is a verb.

Chen Jingming suddenly became short of breath, hugged Hao Chun suddenly and gnawed it down, groping up and down dishonestly with both hands.The two hugged, kissed, sniffed and snorted when they were entangled, like two little beasts who didn't know how to doi at all.

In the end, Hao Chun's shirt loosened, revealing a honey-wax neck with hickey marks all over it.Hao Chun muttered and lifted the broken hair on Chen Jingming's forehead, and let out a vicious mouthful. "No, I can't let you! I must be on top of this matter."

Chen Jingming panted motionlessly, his thin lips curled up indistinctly, his voice was sweet and coaxing, which was not easy to detect. "Okay, you're up there."

As an adult, Chen Jingming went to the best university in Huaguo to continue his studies, while Hao Chun became a vagrant.Hao Chun was lying on the side of the street cafe decadently, looking at the crowd outside in twos and threes. "Chen Jingming, let's divide up."

Since the age of 15, Hao Chun has been frequently mentioning breaking up.After many times, Chen Jingming became a doctor after a long illness.

Chen Jingming kicked him under the table, raised his eyelids, and smiled. "Hey, I have something good for you tonight. After you use it up, let's see if we want to break up, okay?"

Hao Chun turned around, bared his teeth and smiled, with a cute little wrinkle on the bridge of his nose. "good."

Chen Jingming gave himself to him that night.

They whistling together.Beads of sweat slipped from Chen Jingming's forehead and dripped on Hao Chun's chest. "Ah Chun, you use me, more... use it a few more times. Do you think I'm easy to use?"

The old Hao Chun couldn't speak a complete sentence at all, he could only hum, his pair of red phoenix eyes were extremely bright.

So Chen Jingming continued to abuse him, and when the abuse was over, he hugged and kissed carelessly again.

They are always that close.

Looking back now, Hao Chun was fed too many pills and injected too many sedatives when he graduated from the third year of junior high school.

At that time, even halfway through, Hao Chun could suddenly fall asleep.He slept very deeply, and his breathing was long and sweet, so Chen Jingming thought that it was because he had been served for too long and was too comfortable.

At that time, Chen Jingming thought that it was because Hao Chun loved him enough.

The ashes fell to the ground along with the last embers of cigarette butts.The man projected in the wide-angle lens is no longer the serious and serious "Chen Shao" who was before him. In fact, his proficiency in smoking is no less than that of Hao Chun.

Chen Jingming withdrew his gaze from the wide-angle lens, and set his gaze on the iris bush for the last time.

In three days, he and he will leave Huaguo.Perhaps, only when he reaches the far side of the ocean can he truly tell Hao Chun what those years meant to him, Chen Jingming.

And, in that bloody August ten years ago, Chen Jingming kept it a secret... What a shocking secret.