Kiss badly

The window was not closed, the morning breeze was slightly cool, the sun shone on her body, warmly dispelling the coolness, Wen Hexi lay on the bed, looking at the open window.

Last night, the security guard asked for a chair, scolded Lin Yuanzhi, and questioned whether Lin Yuanzhi was doing something bad here, and asked him if he was a resident here?how to prove.

Lin Yuanzhi said yes, but he didn't take the key to the house opposite. He slipped out of the hospital. Doctor Jiang felt that Lin Yuanzhi was injured by him, so he took care of Lin Yuanzhi when Wen Hexi was away. Far away, he was still guarding him outside the door in the middle of the night to prevent him from running out without permission and aggravating his injuries. As a result, he only stole a windbreaker and mobile phone to keep out the cold, and he even wore a hospital suit inside the windbreaker.

After Wen Hexi took pleasure in throwing the windbreaker on Lin Yuanzhi's head, he jumped out of the window and hid to watch the fun. He waved his hand at Lin Yuanzhi enthusiastically, leaning back and forth with a smile.

Now that he thinks about it, he still wants to laugh. It was so much fun to see Lin Yuanzhi deflated, he thought he could make fun of Lin Yuanzhi for the rest of his life.

He rolled around on the bed several times, but he still couldn't hold back his smile. He laughed so hard that he lay down on the bed, his head buried in the quilt, and his calf swung several times in the air.

Tired of laughing and hungry, he walked out of the bedroom, and Han Xiao had already made breakfast.

It's not that he doesn't hate Han Xiao anymore, it's just that he's tired, he's had enough fun, he's been crazy enough, he wants to live a good life.

He ate the breakfast made by Han Xiao, and asked casually, "What's the date today?"

Han Xiao replied: "Number 19."

Wen Hexi was stunned for a moment. He originally just wanted to calculate the number of days before the college entrance examination, but when he heard the number 19, he was stunned. Tomorrow is the 20th—his birthday.

He will be 19 soon, and this time he is really 19.

He is only 19, he has experienced so much, he is only 19, he thought he was going to be 91.

In fact, he has never celebrated his birthday very much. The special thing about this day to him is that he would force his mother to say happy birthday to him on this day every year. On his birthday, his mother said happy birthday to him.

No one will tell him this year, and there won't be any in the future.

Wen Hexi used to think that things like cemeteries are the most useless things. When a person dies, there is nothing left. So what if the ashes are put in a beautiful box, and it is better to sprinkle them with the wind to save resources.

But when he wandered alone in this world, his chest filled with longing, he suddenly realized that the existence of the cemetery was probably not for the dead, but for the living.

Otherwise, how to vent this full of longing.

On the night before the upcoming birthday, Wen Hexi escaped the guards and turned into the cemetery. The cemetery was closed at this point, so he could only sneak in while the moon was dark and the wind was high.

He deliberately took a flashlight, but it's really not good to disturb other people's rest at this point. While looking for the fucking tomb, he said: "Sorry, sorry to bother you." name.

No photos, just names.

He couldn't even find a photo of his mother before he was alive. If he had known this, he would have taken one.

He turned off the flashlight and squeezed in between two headstones like a little baby curled up in his mother's womb, right next to the fucking headstone.

"Mom, I miss you." Wen Hexi said in a normal tone, neither crying nor fussing, as if he came home and complained that his mother didn't cook him something delicious. "Your son is going to be 19 soon, and you owe me so many birthdays." Be happy, now you owe it again."

After all, there was a hint of crying in the voice: "You are still playing tricks and not paying back."

I don't know if it's the unique cold wind in the cemetery, or the cool wind blowing tonight, Wen Hexi shrank his body, curled up even smaller, his head tilted slightly, and when he touched the cold tombstone, his legs were already numb, and he couldn't move. It felt like a bug had burrowed into the bone, itchy and uncomfortable.

He couldn't squat anymore, so he sat on the ground.

He took out the phone with the broken screen and checked the time——23:59.

It just so happened that the number jumped and became 00:00, and at the same time, there was a bang that caused Wen Hexi to look up, gorgeous fireworks bloomed all over the sky, and the dazzling fire caught his eyes.

He smiled, "I was lucky enough to watch the fireworks."

The flames shot up into the night sky one after another, blooming for a moment of beauty, brilliant but short-lived. At the moment when the fireworks in the sky were about to disappear, a bunch of red flames rose into the sky and exploded at the end of the fiery trees and silver flowers.

Only those four dazzling words remained in the night—Happy Birthday.

"Happy birthday, Wen Hexi." He said.

No one told him, he just told himself.

The cold wind became more wanton, and it rained. One second Wen Hexi was saying that he was lucky, but the next second he was slapped in the face. The cold wind slapped him hard on the face with the cold rain.

The world is always extraordinarily cruel to him, however, someone will protect him from wind and rain.

The edge of the black umbrella blocked half of his vision, and the wind behind him seemed to have stopped.

No, it's not that the wind has stopped.

Someone blocked the wind for him.

"Get up, the pants are wet after a while."

"I can't stand up, my legs are numb."

Lin Yuanzhi sighed, squatted down, handed the umbrella to Wen Hexi, wrapped his arms around Wen Hexi's back and legs, and picked him up.

The injured leg hurt when he fell to the ground with force, and the wound seemed to be about to burst again. After coming out of the cemetery to the car outside, it was a short journey, and his forehead was covered with a dense layer of sweat due to the pain. .

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and the raindrops were crackling on the car window. Wen Hexi curled up on the back seat of the car, with his head resting on Lin Yuanzhi's thigh, and his body was covered with Lin Yuanzhi's coat.

"Today is my birthday." Wen Hexi said.

"Ah."

"You should say happy birthday."

Lin Yuanzhi: "I said so."

"You didn't say that."

Lin Yuanzhi: "Fireworks spoke for me."

"..." Wen Hexi was silent for two seconds, curled his lips where Lin Yuanzhi couldn't see, and smiled silently, "Is there any gift?"

Lin Yuanzhi took Wen Hexi's left hand, Wen Hexi felt a coldness on his ring finger, the cold texture slid over, and when he closed his hand in front of his eyes, the ring on his ring finger shone with a silvery white cold light.

He stared blankly at the silver ring on his finger.

Lin Yuanzhi: "Wen Hexi, marry me."

Wen Hexi refused happily: "I won't marry."

But he didn't take off the ring.

Lin Yuanzhi was not surprised by Wen Hexi's answer. He clasped Wen Hexi's left hand with his left hand, crossed his fingers, and the two silver rings touched together.

The sound of the rain outside was not so loud, and the sound of raindrops hitting the car windows was no longer irritable, and it was gentle like a performance. The warm air in the car was on, and the temperature was comfortable.

Before they knew it, drowsiness dragged the two of them into a dream.