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There were two times in my life when I was invited to the police station for tea. One time was when I met Jiang Cun for about three or four months. Lin Lian remembered that the little policeman said he had good grades; the other time was when I met Jiang Cun for a year. Most of the time, he sat uncomfortably on a chair, his whole body was cold, and his mind was filled with Jiang Cun's crying and his thin shoulders.

The air conditioner was turned on in the hall, and Lin Lian felt very cold. He wanted to go out to bask in the sun, but his legs were tied to the stool, and he couldn't exert his strength. He asked, "Uncle, is my friend okay?"

"Don't worry, the sun and the sky are bright and clear. What is right cannot be twisted into wrong, and what is white cannot be painted into black." The police uncle smiled kindly, and handed him a glass of water, "The boy who fought is you friend?"

Lin Lian nodded.

"The other one is his father?"

Lin Lian shook his head: "I don't know."

After a while, Jiang Cun came to the hall with two other policemen. His eye circles were still red, his white coat was dirty, and he still had to put it on stubbornly. His whole body was still trembling uncontrollably. The first time he saw Lin Lian The thing is to go up and hug him without saying a word, close your eyes, and tremble your eyelashes.

"Lin Lian, right? We've already learned about the situation. Please take your friend home to have a good rest and calm down his emotions. Don't fight anymore. It's not easy to solve such a thing. .”

Lin Lian patted Jiang Cun's back lightly. He had never realized that he could be so gentle. He wiped away Jiang Cun's tears little by little, gently wiped off the dust on Jiang Cun's clothes, and took out the The alcohol and cotton balls borrowed by the police station slowly disinfected the scratches on Jiang Cun's face and put on the bandages.

"His name is Jiang Pingguang."

"Ah."

"He's not my dad."

"Ah."

Jiang Cun began to babble, babbling about the former Jiang Pingguang and the present Jiang Pingguang, babbling about how he found himself and fought with him.

Lin Lian listened patiently, rubbed the bruises on his body patiently, disinfected his wounds patiently, and wiped away his tears patiently and tirelessly with paper towels.

The October sun was shining brightly, falling on the boy's body, face, and eyelashes. They could even see the tiny, warm fluff on each other's faces clearly. Under the light, their eyes turned amber, clean and clear, through the With these eyes they could see wisps of dust billowing in the sun, dispelling the chill from the air-conditioning.

On sunny days, Jiang Cun never loved life, just because of Lin Lian, precisely because of Lin Lian—he just wanted to get out of the shadows and put his hand in Lin Lian's dry and warm palm.

"I made up my mind to leave."

Lin Lian held his chin and looked at him with a smile: "Then what should I do?"

"So I can't bear it."

"Baby, you brother Lian is number one in the world, if you encounter such a thing in the future, you must remember to tell me, do you understand?"

"Brother Lian, I miss you so much. It's great that you're finally back."

Lin Lian hugged him lightly and said, "There's no way, Lin Lian is just a person who doesn't keep his word."

Since he got Jiang Cun out of the rented house last time, he had already thought about it, no matter what happens to Jiang Cun in the future, it has nothing to do with him.

In order not to make himself too tired, he broke up, but after the breakup, he realized that no, he just seemed to miss his boyfriend more.

"Baby, you are already a third year in high school, if you are immature..."

"I probably will love you forever."

At the end, he said politely: "Student Jiang Cun, please take care of me."

Lin Lian asked Fang Zijin to take a day off for Jiang Cun to stay in Jiang Cun's rented house and take care of him for a day.

After Jiang Cun came out of the police station, he developed a low-grade fever and had no strength at all. He kept muttering, "I won't go to the hospital." Cun didn't know what kind of dream he had, and sometimes he huddled up in fear, so he hugged him, comforted him gently, and said, "Don't be afraid, baby, it's fine" like coaxing a child.

When I got back to the house, the pharmacies were basically closed. Lin Lian felt that Jiang Cun's health was not good, and he would easily develop a sick child if he always took medicine, so he thought about staying through the night first, and if he couldn't, he would go to the hospital tomorrow. .

Fortunately, after waking up the next morning, the fever had subsided. He didn't wake up when he woke up. Lin Lian tucked Jiang Cun up like an old woman, and found that his hands and feet were still cold, so he Getting under the covers, he wrapped Jiang Cun in his arms and regarded himself as a small stove.

He fell asleep until four o'clock in the afternoon, and the sun came out. Jiang Cun saw Lin Lian hugging him, his cheeks flushed again, and he turned over to get out of bed, but woke Lin Lian up instead.

"I know you are handsome, don't look at it," Lin Lian yawned, showing a mouthful of small white teeth, "Going out to eat?"

"I want to drink porridge."

"baby."

"Ok?"

"Let Brother Lian give you a hug before going out."

Randomly found a small restaurant nearby, neither of them had much appetite, so they just ate some plain porridge as dinner; any place in a big city is good, but the air quality in some places is really not as good as in small counties, Lin Lian, who is not picky about the environment I couldn't bear the smoke and dust rolled up by the occasional car passing by, so I decided to go to the movies after thinking about it for a long time.

The newly released movie is called "That Spring". It adapted the story of the peach blossoms on the face of the people, and incorporated Chinese elements such as operas, poems, musical instruments, etc., and adapted the script to make it more interesting. Few people commented that this movie is worth watching, and it is highly recommended.

When they booked tickets, there were only [-] o'clock and later shows left, so they had to buy the [-] o'clock show. It was too boring to rush to the cinema too early, and the two of them chatted and played with their phones.

Lin Lian mainly wanted to report to his parents that he was safe. He had originally agreed to call them as soon as he got off the train, but he forgot about it. Later, when he ran into Jiang Cun's incident, the phone call had long since been forgotten. up.As a person whose mobile phone has turned off the incoming call notification tone and the incoming call vibration all the year round, Lin Lian didn't notice that his parents made so many calls to him. Only now did he think about it. I'm afraid it wasn't Lin Jianshu and Tao Xianxia who would be very worried. .

Jiang Cun seldom uses his mobile phone, and almost always uses it to pay attention to painters with excellent painting skills, learn how other people paint, log in to Weibo and find that he has gained a lot of fans.

The increase in fans was actually when he retweeted Lin Lian's "There will be a period later", and he went offline directly after reposting it. He didn't care about it, and now he went online again. When he saw melon eaters in the comment area, he was puzzled. I didn't know how to reply, so I uploaded the painting I drew recently as if I didn't see it.

Jiang Cun was sure that the number belonged to Lin Lian, but he wanted Lin Lian to tell him himself.

When he found out about that account, Lin Lian hadn't deleted Weibo yet, so he read it one by one. In the middle of the night, he gritted his teeth on his phone by himself to prevent himself from crying.

He just felt so happy that someone could take such an unbearable him to heart, record every bit of being with him, call him "baby" gently like a little sun, and put him in a serious position A position where you can walk side by side.

Being loved by the one you love is a great blessing.

"Brother Lian."

"what happened?"

"Do you have a Weibo account?"

Lin Lian couldn't figure out what Jiang Cun wanted to express, so before he could answer, he said, "Can you continue playing with that account from now on?"

"I want to record all the time I spend with you, can I?"

Lin Lian took his hand, downloaded Weibo again, and logged in.

The Weibo id was changed back to "Lin Lian has a diary named Jiang Cun" and posted the latest one.

"Sorry, I'm back."

Behind @了种桃道士.

Jiang Cun forwarded it immediately—"That's great."

"Brother Lian, do you know what Taoist priest planting peaches means?"

"Where does the Taoist priest who planted peaches go? Liu Lang, who was the former governor, is here again."

When he graduated from elementary school, he accidentally saw a line of poetry in a book, but it happened that he fell in love at first sight and kept it in his mind for so many years. He knew that he was socially fearful, vulnerable, and excluded from others, so he also hoped that he would have a thousand sails on the side of a sinking boat. I hope that I have the courage of the previous Liu Lang to come again today.

The peach blossom seed was planted in my heart, watered with tears, and finally a scorching flower bloomed, making this world extraordinarily enchanting.

"Brother Lian, it's great that you're finally back."

Lin Lian smiled and threw a popcorn into his mouth, and said the same: "Yes, that's great."

After the movie ended, they went home to sleep. Both of them wanted to rest more, but unfortunately they got up too late, and now they couldn't fall asleep no matter what, so they had to chat casually.

They talked about the future, their ideals, and what they wanted to do after the college entrance examination. The two teenagers almost melted all their ambitions into their dreams, and they would only confide their thoughts to the closest people at night.

One said softly that he wanted to take the Qingmei exam, and he wanted to describe the beautiful things in the world with paintings; the other said boldly that he wanted to take the Peking University exam, and he wanted to outline the beautiful things in the world with words.

The two faced each other, Lin Lian saw the moonlight on Jiang Cun's body, but the light in his eyes was more charming than the moon, and he said childishly and innocently: "Okay, brother Lian, after that, you can write articles. I’ll just paint you—a match made in heaven.”

The sign that there are still XXX days before the college entrance examination has already been hung on the teaching building, and the classrooms are filled with all kinds of fighting slogans. They have also started to put up signs outside the classroom that require students to say their ideal university. Lin Lian has no After hesitating, he wrote down "Peking University" in front of the whole class; some of the top students felt a little disdainful, but they didn't have the courage to openly admit their dream school, and felt a little envious for no reason.

The electric fan on the top of the classroom is whirling "hula-hula", and there are always people who worry about whether it will fall; Fifth Middle School always installs the windows narrow and high, and the plots of "inadvertently peeking at the person by the window" There is no chance of it happening anymore; the sound of the third year of high school was also cut off when ordering songs, and I could only listen to the cheers of scoring goals on the playground and sweat silently...

The gears of time rotate rapidly, the pointer slides round and round, and the days disappear silently in circles.

Occasionally, for a big week, Lin Lian lay on the bed exhausted, not wanting to move, slowly recalling what he had done in the past three years of high school, and then sent Jiang Cun a "good night", just like this, he entered the room in a daze. Dreamland.

The busier you are, the less time you feel.

In the blink of an eye, it was New Year's Day again. For some reason, the street just across the road from their teaching building was hung with red lanterns, which made the night very romantic, and matched with the old octagonal pavilion on the rooftop in the distance. , low white walls and blue tiles, Lin Lian felt as if he had returned to the gorgeous and boundless Chuzhou County in the Tang and Song Dynasties - only a boatman with a long pole and a river were missing.

It's a pity that Jiang Cun was not by his side, so he could only take photos and describe the scene in front of him with his poor vocabulary.

On the day of the New Year's Eve party, almost no one from the Kunpeng class went, and two or three of the thirty people sat here and there, which seemed a bit lonely.Unexpectedly, after the opening, the students in Class [-] took up the vacant seats one after another. Everyone laughed and took pictures and told jokes. It seemed that they were not so lonely anymore.

Lin Lian had been broadcasting live to Jiang Cun on his mobile phone, and the surroundings were too noisy. He didn't know if Jiang Cun had spoken, and he began to miss him for no reason.

At this moment, the studio is empty except for Jiang Cun. Everyone should surf the Internet, and when they should reunite, Jiang Cun wears headphones alone, feeling the lively atmosphere over Lin Lian, and still seriously practicing colors.

Fireworks exploded outside the window, soaring into the sky with a "swish", bursting in the air like thunder, shining brightly, illuminating Jiang Cun's whole body with colorful colors.

Finally, the New Year's Day party was coming to an end, Lin Lian sneaked out of the auditorium, and gave Jiang Cun a wink at the screen: "Baby, Happy New Year."

"Happy New Year."

"I've been studying very hard recently, and my grade rank has improved again, please praise me!"

Lin Lian was like a rascal, begging Jiang Cun for candy like a child; Jiang Cun stopped the paintbrush in his hand with a "hmm", and smiled hard at the camera: "The teacher said that my color is weak, but If our school exams are performed normally, Shang Qingmei should be fine."

"Then let's see who it is!" Lin Lian was startled, "How can my baby not be so powerful!"

What Lin Lian didn't know was that when Jiang Cun went to the exam with a big bag on his back, someone maliciously threw away his pencil. If it wasn't for luck that he and Fang Zijin were assigned to the same painting session, he might not even be able to complete the first sketch It was still Fang Zijin's reminder when he handed in the paper at the end, so he avoided the one who was following him to hand in the paper. There were several strokes of sinister black paint on the back of the sketch paper.

Fang Zijin came out of the examination room, and said to the cold wind, "So-and-so said it before, the art test is a sinister thing that exposes people's hearts!"

What Jiang Cun didn't know was that during Lin Lian's exam, the classmate who collected the paper at the end purposely dawdled and took advantage of the invigilator's inattention to cut out half of the barcode on Lin Lian's paper, which made his math problem difficult. He got a zero score in the subject, and even went to the grade director to make a fuss—fortunately, the classmate was caught and punished in the end, and the teacher also suffered a lot of criticism.

Lin Lian just felt dumbfounded. He had taken so many exams, and it was the first time he met such a stupid person: There is obvious surveillance in the classroom, are you asking for trouble?

He couldn't understand it himself, he was not as arrogant as the first year of senior high school, he basically didn't cause trouble in the second and third year of high school, why did people still dislike him?

"Brother Lian, I'm going to take the school exam. I won't be going back for the winter vacation. I'll be back at the end of March to make up cultural lessons."

"How is your culture score now?"

"Naked points can't be included in one book."

"Okay, baby, you can save some life for others. The performance seems to be over, I'm going back to gather, baby, come and give Brother Lian a kiss."

"Brother Lian, I found that you are really shameless."

"That can't be helped, don't you just like me."