In summer like autumn

It is already halfway through August, and the heat at noon is still very heavy.

The hair on the forehead brushed the eyes, which was quite annoying.Wen Qiu raised his hand to smooth his forehead hair, and then stroked the back of his head. The hair was indeed too long.He looks like his mother, with bright eyes and white teeth, and with his current hairstyle, he looks like a girl.If he was still in class, he would definitely be scolded by the head teacher as a typical example.

The heat wave hit, Wen Qiu bought a bottle of ice-cold Coke at the canteen by the side of the road, and then started walking towards the school.

There is a commercial street near Wen Qiu's school. Although it bears the name of a commercial street, it is actually just a newly built commercial plaza.Many small shops with good quality and low price opened one after another on the edge of the square, which are very popular with students, and the hair salon Wen Qiu plans to go to is one of them.

The trees around the square were transplanted not long ago. It is called a green belt, but it is not yet a climate.Just after noon, the sun was scorching, and there was nowhere to escape the summer heat in the square. Few people stopped, and they all hurried with frowning faces.

As Wen Qiu approached, he noticed a boy standing by the side of the square, which was particularly conspicuous.Wen Qiu's stature was no longer short, but this man seemed to be half a head taller than Wen Qiu, which caused him to walk closer and secretly look at him.

The boy was wearing a school uniform that Wen Qiu was not familiar with. The style of the suit was neat and straight.His hair was neat and tidy, and the tips of his hair were brown in the sun. His forehead hair half covered the corners of his eyebrows, but he couldn't hide a pair of lacquered and heroic eyes.He stood solemnly by the side of the road, tall and straight like a small tree, probably waiting for someone.

Judging by his size, he is probably a high school student.Wearing such tight clothes at noon, you are not afraid of heat stroke.

Wen Qiu slandered a few words, took another step, and walked briskly towards the hair salon.When passing by the boy, the man suddenly said, "You are here..."

That tone seemed very familiar.Wen Qiu turned his head in wonder, and found that the boy's cheeks were faintly flushed.Before he could raise his hand, he fell straight towards Wen Qiu's direction.

Wen Qiu went up to meet him in three steps at a time, and held him up before he fell to the ground.The man's head hung down, and his forehead rested on Wen Qiu's neck. He suddenly had a skin-to-skin kiss with a stranger. Wen Qiu was a little frightened, but he immediately noticed an unusual heat coming from between his neck: the person in his arms was obviously I have heatstroke.

Wen Qiu struggled to move him to a bench not far away, where there was barely a bit of shade from the trees for shade.

He looked at the mottled marks on the bench, and he committed another cleanliness obsession.

Wen Qiu helped the man to sit down, let him lean on his body, then took off his shirt, rolled it up, and put it on the bench, before letting the man lie down in peace.

Wen Qiu once suffered from heatstroke, and still remembered how Wen Liping took care of herself, so she unbuttoned the man's coat and went to unbutton the shirt inside.

He unbuttoned the shirt and found a white T-shirt inside.

"It's strange if you don't get sunstroke after wearing so much." Wen Qiu shook his head while helping him lift up his T-shirt.The fingertips that had held the Coke felt slightly cold, and slid across the man's abdomen, arousing him to wake up a little bit. The strength came from nowhere, and he held Wen Qiu's hand, preventing him from continuing to move.

The boy's eyes were half-opened, staring at Wen Qiu with difficulty, as if trying to see the person in front of him clearly.Wen Qiu let go of the man's hand, and said angrily, "What are you doing? You're suffering from heat stroke. I'll help you cool down first!"

Although Wen Qiu was angry, she was still patient and whispered.The boy seemed to understand Wen Qiu's words, and obediently put his hand back.Wen Qiu stared at the Coke he had just bought, thinking that it could be used as an ice pack, but worried that the bottle was too cold, so he held the bottle with his hands, and when his hands were completely cool, he stroked the man's forehead.

The person on the bench frowned a little, and he raised his hand to his forehead, just covering the back of Wen Qiu's hand, let out a long sigh, and finally recovered a little.

Wen Qiu looked up and saw that there was a public phone in the bookstore 30 meters away.He was about to call someone for help, but he was attracted by the voice of people on the side of the road.A group of people who looked like students came across the road talking and laughing, several of them were wearing the same suit-style school uniform.

Wen Qiu hurriedly called them to stop, and they were indeed familiar with the people on the bench. After hearing Qiu's brief explanation, they all stepped forward to check, and someone called the teacher.The teacher and several students worked together to get the man onto a minibus by the side of the road, thanked Wen Qiu, and drove away.

Wen Qiu picked up the shirt, patted it, and left with peace of mind.

Wen Qiu wasn't sure if there was a similar hair salon in the provincial capital, so to save trouble, he simply shaved his head and transformed from a mother-in-law back into a handsome young man in an instant.

Returning home refreshed, Wen Qiu went straight to the bedroom.

The cicadas outside the window chirped and screamed endlessly.

Wen Qiu listened to the singing of cicadas and lay down bored.

He suddenly began to miss the bottle of Coke that he had only taken a few sips of.At that time, Wen Qiu was sitting on the bench, relieving the sickly Cheng Yaojin who had escaped halfway, but his eyes were avoiding, ashamed to rest on the other's naked|exposed belly.There was nowhere to place my sight, so I finally had to stare at the Coke bottle, watching the colorful light refracted by the ice floes in the sun.

He can even recall the outline of every ice floe in the Coke.Those ice cubes floated up and down in the cola, just like Wen Qiu's current thoughts, going round and round.

Wen Qiu looked at his hands under the orange light in the bedroom, and for some reason, he remembered the touch on the boy's forehead, and the way he put his hands on his hands. The heat came from the palms and backs of his hands at the same time, almost burning people .Just like the way the man looked at him, his eyes were so beautiful, narrowed slightly between the shades of intertwined light and shadow, with three points of dependence and seven points of blazing in his eyes.

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