I'm poor

The winter of my junior year was much colder than the previous two years, and even the ground in a southern city like Huaiyuan was covered with icicles.

Today is Christmas, neon lights are flashing on the street, the girls are wearing leggings and miniskirts and huddled in their boyfriend's coat, no matter how cold the weather is, they can't stop them from rushing to the festival to show their love.

After get off work, Yan Qinsheng took off his work clothes in the working room of the grocery store and wrapped a thick cotton jacket around his body.

Although he had already taken measures to keep out the cold, Yan Qinsheng was still shivering from the cold wind blowing in his face when he first went out.

Fang Yi happened to come out from the exit of the shopping mall opposite, and waved at him, but Yan Qinsheng didn't see him, Fang Yi shouted again: "Qin Sheng!"

"Fang Yi," Yan Qinsheng's eyes lit up, and he hurried over, "Why are you here?"

Fang Yi was wearing a black woolen coat, with his hands in his pockets, and around his neck was a scarf given by Yan Qinsheng, a freshman. He watched Yan Qinsheng galloping towards him like an inflated balloon with eyes full of smiles.

"Didn't you have dinner, I treat you." Fang Yi turned around and led him into the ramen shop at the entrance of the mall.

"Let me treat you, I just want to eat something hot."

There is nothing better than eating a bowl of hot ramen on a cold winter day.

After entering the store, Yan Qinsheng took off his puffy padded jacket, and he suddenly became a size smaller. The black shallow sweater and the slender white neck formed a strong contrast, visually stimulating Fang Yi's nerves.

"Walking around alone in such a cold day, why don't you spend Christmas with your roommates?" Yan Qinsheng asked him.

"Wait for you," Fang Yi put all the char siew in his bowl into Yan Qinsheng's bowl: "I just want to spend Christmas with you."

Yan Qinsheng smiled: "It's nice to say, when you have a girlfriend in the future, I will spend Christmas alone."

"Will not."

"Why not, you forgot that you talked about your girlfriend in high school and left me alone for a long time, even if I told you, you ignored me." Yan Qinsheng took a mouthful of noodles and joked, "I'm holding grudges."

Fang Yi was stunned for a moment, obviously he didn't expect Yan Qinsheng to bring this up, he really struggled with confirming his sexual orientation for a long time, and he did leave Yan Qinsheng alone for a long time, he didn't expect Yan Qinsheng to remember it, although he didn't blame him the meaning of.

"Sorry, not in the future."

Fang Yi's unusually sincere apology confuses Yan Qinsheng: "Why are you so serious all of a sudden, I'm just joking."

Fang Yi didn't say anything, he lowered his head and pressed his phone, and waited for Yan Qinsheng to finish eating the ramen before he said, "Let's watch a movie, I just bought a movie ticket."

"How long?" Yan Qinsheng took out his mobile phone and looked at it: "I'm worried that it won't be in time for the school to close."

"Almost, we can catch up by taking a taxi back after watching." Fang Yi rubbed the tip of his nose with his fingers, and looked away guiltily, "If you can't catch up, you can sleep in a room outside."

Yan Qinsheng nodded: "Okay, anyway, it's a festival, and occasionally you can indulge yourself and go back later."

When the two of them came out of the cinema after watching the movie, there was already a heavy snowfall outside, and the road was covered with a light layer of snow.

The white snow surface reflects the street lamps and neon lights, but illuminates the originally dark sky, making people feel like it is still in the evening for a moment.

Yan Qinsheng pulled up the hat with a fur collar on the padded jacket, turned to look at Fang Yi: "Shall I buy you an umbrella?"

"No, it's not raining." Fang Yi stepped into the snow, Yan Qinsheng caught up with him, leaving a long footprint behind him.

Fang Yi stood on the side of the road and reached out to flag down a taxi, brushed the snow from his hair and sat in. Yan Qinsheng sat next to him, taking the time to transfer movie tickets and taxi money to him.

As soon as Fang Yi heard his mobile phone ringing, he knew that Yan Qinsheng was with him again. He used to say that Yan Qinsheng was too out of touch, but later found that it was useless. Maybe it was a professional habit. Yan Qinsheng always calculated the money very clearly, even if it was less than fifty cents The money has to be made up.

Fang Yi had no chance to perform at all.

Due to the snow, there was more and more snow on the road, and the taxi did not dare to drive too fast. When the two arrived at the school gate, they happened to catch up with the gate guard closing the door, but they were given a fine by the uncle before they were let into the school.

The campus at night is very quiet, there is no one else on the road except Yan Qinsheng and Fang Yi, those who should come back have come back early, and those who don't want to come back have already opened rooms outside.

When passing by the winding path by the campus lake, Yan Qinsheng secretly slowed down, bent down, grabbed a handful of clean snow from the ground, squeezed it into a ball, and threw it towards Fang Yi's back.

Fang Yi stopped, turned around and raised a handsome eyebrow at him: "You are very energetic."

As he said that, he also bent down and grabbed two snowballs and threw them over. Yan Qinsheng jumped away and threw two more snowballs at him with a smile: "Of course it's snowing, we'll have a snowball fight."

"Okay, don't cry if you lose." Fang Yi deliberately piled up a big snowball and threw it towards Yan Qinsheng with both hands.

Yan Qinsheng raised his feet to run, but his shoes slipped, and he fell firmly on the snow.

"You can't run away now." Fang Yi seized the opportunity and quickly grabbed the snowball and rushed forward, straddled Yan Qinsheng's lap and pulled down the zipper of his cotton-padded jacket, ready to slip the snowball into his collar : "How many times did you hit me just now?"

If he had known that he would be wearing a turtleneck sweater today, Yan Qinsheng covered his neck with his arms in a panic, while tilting his upper body to avoid Fang Yi's attack, but Fang Yi pressed his left shoulder with his hand, and fell face up on the snow.

"I was wrong! Brother Yi, I was wrong!" Yan Qinsheng begged for mercy with a smile: "I admit defeat, can I stop fighting?"

Fang Yi knelt on Yan Qinsheng's lap, looking at the person pressed by him on the snow. The white fur in the padded jacket and hat surrounded Yan Qinsheng's fair and delicate face. The light from the street lamp reflected in Yan Qinsheng's dark eyes. Cheng Xingguang looked extraordinarily bright, Fang Yi felt for a moment that he was about to drown in those clear eyes.

After a moment of trance, Fang Yi lowered his eyes, pressed the snowball in his hand hard on the snow, and leaned over to press Yan Qinsheng's cool lips.

Leaning against the cold snow, Yan Qinsheng was startled at first, and then his mind was overwhelmed by the scorching temperature from Fang Yi's mouth. The lips and teeth of the two were trembling and intertwined. Fang Yi entangled Yan Qinsheng forcefully and deeply, throbbing Expectations are mixed in it, as if he wants to pour out all the unspeakable feelings in his heart.

"Qin Sheng, come with me, I want to take care of you." Fang Yi looked into his eyes sincerely.

After a short period of hypoxia, Yan Qinsheng was in a trance, with his mouth slightly open, exhaled a large cloud of white air in the cold temperature, and was unable to speak for a while.

Compared with Fang Yi's sudden kiss, Yan Qinsheng was more surprised that he would respond to Fang Yi instinctively, he thought it was too abnormal.

After a moment of silence, Yan Qinsheng realized what Fang Yi meant by "following him".

"Don't be kidding, we are all men."

"I'm not kidding."

A flash of panic flashed in Yan Qinsheng's eyes. How could the two boys fall in love? They would be regarded as perverted by others, would his mother break his leg, and his father was so fragile, how could he stand such a blow...

People usually have a fear of unfamiliar things, a lot of messy assumptions suddenly flooded into Yan Qinsheng's mind, Yan Qinsheng sat up from the ground with his arms propped up, a little snow on his padded clothes.

He doesn't even have experience in dating, let alone being confessed by a boy suddenly, and he is still his most cherished good friend. This is not a surprise to him, and it even makes him wonder how to react.

The two of them were in a stalemate without speaking. The originally warm atmosphere was instantly blown away by the cold night wind, and the surrounding air seemed to be frozen.

Fang Yi lowered his eyelids in disappointment and sighed softly, stretched out his hand to pull Yan Qinsheng up from the ground: "It's cold on the ground, don't just sit there stupidly."

The two walked towards the dormitory one after the other with their heads down, and no one dared to walk side by side with the other. When they reached the intersection, Yan Qinsheng looked up at Fang Yi's back and called to him to stop.

"Fang Yi...I don't discriminate against homosexuals, we can still be friends."

The three words "homosexuality" pierced Fang Yi's heart, his back suddenly paused, and the discomfort and embarrassment of being rejected that had been accumulated in his heart suddenly burst out.

He turned around and rushed over, grabbed Yan Qinsheng by the collar and questioned: "Do you think that I have been treating you with all my heart and soul for so many years just to be friends with you? Am I missing a friend for you? Let me ask you, who can be my friend for a friend?" so!"

"Yes, I'm sorry..." Yan Qinsheng muttered, his eyelashes trembling in fear: "I, I never thought about this, I didn't know you treated me..."

The two kissed each other, and it was impossible to pretend to be blind and continue to be friends as if nothing had happened.Fang Yi's gaze swept across Yan Qinsheng's bewildered face, and now that he's reached this point, he just let the conversation go.

"Otherwise, you are the only one who has so many friends. I give you things and spend money to help you get into college. I'm not a saint who goes around helping the poor. Don't you know what I want from you?"

Yan Qinsheng shrank his neck and said nothing, suddenly remembered a sentence his mother always said before, the mouth that eats people is soft, and the hand that grabs people is short.Yan Qinsheng didn't dare to count how many benefits Fang Yi had given him, big or small. He had no confidence and nothing to say.

Sure enough, there is no such thing as a free lunch in the world, and what is owed to others must be doubled.

Fang Yi smiled bitterly, and gradually loosened his grip on Yan Qinsheng's collar. Although Yan Qinsheng didn't say anything to refuse, he knew that he had lost the bet, and Yan Qinsheng refused to accept homosexuality.

The evening wind was howling, making his cheeks ache. Fang Yi was silent for a moment, then turned and walked into the night, leaving Yan Qinsheng a lonely back.

Yan Qinsheng stood in the snow, his heart was in a mess, he just wanted to take a shower to calm himself down, and then slowly sort out the messy emotions in his head.He returned to the dormitory lightly, all his dormmates had fallen asleep, and the room was pitch black, so he had to hold up the flashlight of his mobile phone to light it up, and then went to the toilet to take a shower.

Just halfway through the shower, there was no hot water, and Yan Qinsheng shrank back against the wall because of the cold water flowing from the shower.

He self-defeatingly thought, the wicked will get their own rewards, and he has wasted Fang Yi's care for so many years, and now he has received retribution.

The next morning, Zhou Pingkang sat up from the bed and saw Yan Qinsheng huddled under the quilt, and threw a pillow over with a smile: "I will treat you as a kid and you won't come back. How was the Spring Festival last night?"

The pillow was thrown on Yan Qinsheng's body and bounced off to the ground.

Zhou Pingkang jumped off the bed and quickly put on his clothes. Seeing that Yan Qinsheng hadn't moved, he stretched out his hand and pulled the quilt again, urging him: "Wake up buddy, which girl is so fierce, you might be squeezed dry and won't be able to get up Alright."

Yan Qinsheng turned over to face him wrapped in the quilt, revealing a flushed face from under the quilt, and said in a daze, "Da Zhou, I'm a little dizzy..."

Zhou Pingkang reached out and touched his forehead: "Oh, you have a fever!"

"It seems to be..." Yan Qinsheng sniffed and spoke weakly with a nasal tone: "I came back last night to take a shower and there was no hot water. I took a bath in cold water."

"You can really do it. Just tell me if there is no hot water. I will call you when I go out. How can I take a bath with cold water in such a cold day?"

"You are all sleeping, Zheng Xiao has to get up early every day to recite, I don't want to wake you up."

"Then don't get up, I will ask the teacher for leave for you, and bring some medicine back after class."

"Well, thanks." Yan Qinsheng closed his eyes and continued to shrink back into the quilt.

I don't know how long he fell asleep in a daze. Yan Qinsheng seemed to have had a long, long dream. He saw his father sitting hunched over in his small room alone, singing with his old mobile phone on the desk. hoarse song.

It was a song my father often listened to, "Yilan's Love Story".

"Hold Bao'er, seater, every day there is a game, whose family, man, hide in the cupboard in the lower room, you are popular, I am green, and you still scold me You're useless. Leave the child behind, and when you turn around, you'll run away without a sound, Xiao Nier, my baby, it seems that we are a couple..."

The song just babbled in his head like a curse, until the cell phone beside his pillow rang, Yan Qinsheng woke up from the nightmare, and raised his hand to touch the cold sweat on his forehead.

He didn't even look at the number, he pressed the answer button in a daze, and a strange male voice came: "Is it Yan Xu's son?"

Yan Qinsheng looked at the phone screen, it was an unfamiliar number: "Yes, who are you?"

"I'm a policeman from the Municipal Public Security Bureau. Something happened to your father. You should come back quickly."

Yan Qinsheng's first feeling was that he had encountered a scammer, but then he thought that the scammer should be asking for money, but the person on the phone told him to go home directly.

Realizing that he probably wasn't a liar, he sat up in shock and broke out in a cold sweat: "What's wrong with my dad!"

The man on the other end of the phone was silent for a moment: "Someone called the police this morning, saying that someone died in the old building next to Linhua Dongyuan. It has been verified that the deceased is your father Yan Xu. The matter is more complicated. The specific situation will be discussed when you come to the bureau. Bar."

Yan Qinsheng's mind suddenly exploded, but he still had some doubts about the credibility of the matter. After all, scammers often use methods such as family members' critical illnesses to trick people into transferring money.

He quickly dialed his father's cell phone number, but there was no one answering it for a long time. The fear in Yan Qinsheng's heart grew bigger and bigger. On the ground, he twisted his ankle and grimaced in pain.

At this moment, Zhou Pingkang came in with the medicine and was startled by Yan Qinsheng again, and hurried over to help him up: "What are you doing, why did you fall down?"

"I have something urgent to go home immediately, Da Zhou, please ask the counselor for a few days off for me." Yan Qinsheng hopped to the closet and took out a down jacket to put it on, then took his wallet and went outside the dormitory run.

Zhou Pingkang chased after him with the medicine: "Hey, you are still burning, bring the medicine!"

Yan Qinsheng rushed to the train station to buy a ticket for two o'clock in the afternoon. He had a fever and didn't have time to eat breakfast or lunch.

He went to get a cup of hot water and took the antipyretics, and collapsed on the cold chair in the waiting hall, thinking in his heart that no accident must happen, no accident must happen, it must be a liar, it must be a liar.