Peacock

It turned out that Tang Ling was really motion sick.

Due to the rush of departure, we didn't have many choices. The two high-speed rail tickets we went to Chaozhou were not in a row.

On the way here, I was researching which letter would symbolize leaning against the window, but I randomly grabbed the staff and asked and found that there was a matching number, and Tang Ling didn’t seem to have any other demands, so this window ticket was a natural choice. The ground was in my hand.

Having said that, I still wanted to sit with Tang Ling, but when I proposed whether to find someone to change seats, Tang Ling refused directly.

"Only two or three hours."

"Oh..." I responded with a little disappointment, and then began to search for my place in the car.

Until 1 minute before the high-speed train started, no one came to the seat next to me.Eager to try, I knelt on the seat and turned around, lying on the headrest of the back of the Tangling chair and said, "If the person next to me hasn't come yet when the train starts, you can come over, okay?"

However, the nature of the world is not beautiful. As soon as the wind blows by my pillow, a girl in a middle school uniform rushes over with a bag.

My heart was ashamed, and I stared at her fiercely.

She might have been intimidated by my posture of raising my ass in public, but due to social etiquette, she retracted her stagnant eyes, and was urged by the announcement that was about to start, she began to put luggage on the shelf in a hurry.

The girl was small and weak, and when the car started again, the inertia caused her to lose her center of gravity, and she couldn't support the heavy luggage. into his chest, so that he was spared the tragedy of falling down in public.

The point is not here, but that the girl started to pretend to be in shock after peeking up, curling up in Tangling's arms, rubbing her chest and panting.

I saw Tang Ling frowned, she raised her hand halfway, but finally let it go for some reason.Due to the huge difference in stature from the girl, Tang Ling had to bend slightly to speak, and his light hair suddenly fell from his ears so that I couldn't see his side face, I only knew that they were very close to each other and said something.

I feel like the mineral water bottle in my hand is about to be crushed.

Then the girl blushed and nodded, almost bouncing back to her seat.

Having been gay for too long, it is inevitable that there will be a lack of suspicion avoidance care. I have been staring at the school badge on her chest.Unexpectedly, she pulled her big coat in disgust and gave me a look, her eyes seemed to be angrily scolding the hooligans.I was so angry that I was dizzy. Is this me trying to show your chest? I just want to know which middle school I should send my complaint letter to.

I closed my eyes irritably and turned to the window, no longer looking at her.

After a while, there was a rustling sound from the side, and another faint muffled sound of the water bottle falling down. I turned my head subconsciously, and saw Tang Ling put down the water bottle, remove her clothes, and then sit down with a blank expression on her face. The whole process.

My head was buzzing, and I stretched my neck to look at the back row, and the little girl was sitting where Tang Ling was just now.

I squeezed the fabric on my knee awkwardly: "Don't you say you won't change seats..."

"Upside down."

He didn't look at me, but lay obediently on the table with his earphones plugged in. The sunlight fluffed up his frizzy light hair, making him look like a white cat drying small dried fish on the roof .

"If you don't want to sit upside down, I'll change it with you."

I pursed my lips a little aggrievedly, and after a while I saw Tang Ling slightly leaning towards me, with one eye protruding from the crook of her arm, and said as a matter of course, "Aren't you going to sit by the window?"

I blushed inexplicably, and my eyes drifted unconsciously.Without thinking too much, I also slowly leaned on the board table, and then my eyes drifted away and glued back to his face impatiently.

The midday sun was so hot that it almost had the tendency to burn his skin, and I could even see the tiny blood vessels protruding from his thin eyelids.

The forehead hair was pulled down by gravity, and hung down on Tang Ling's eyelashes like a light-colored fence. At that moment, I reached out to lift his hair, and pinned this small lock back, as if I was possessed by a demon. After reaching his ear, her fingers gently touched the brown mole on his eyebrow.

It was only when my fingertips touched his skin that I realized that I should no longer have any reason to make such an ambiguous movement, so I pulled my hand away almost as if fleeing, and in order to make the movement of pulling my hand less obvious Weird, I had no choice but to find the topic casually.

"...We seem to be at the same table."

"There won't be any male tablemates who will brush my hair."

I didn't see the point: "Then did the female deskmate brush your hair?"

Tangling ignored me and closed her eyes.

"Of course not. You can't have such long hair in domestic high schools." I reacted, "What were you like when you were in middle school? Would you block little girls in the alley? Blowing condoms on girls."

Tang Ling probably lost all words for this obscene humiliation to me, which once made me suspect that he had fallen asleep.

"Then guess what I was like before."

It took a while for him to answer: "A nympho who follows other people's buttocks every day."

Not really!

But I'm a little curious why Tang Ling thought so: "Master, why did you say that?"

"Aren't you going to help your star classmate record the show?"

I don't understand why Tangling still remembers this kind of thing, I didn't realize it all at once, I searched my brain frantically before I pulled out the name: "You mean Fan Anyuan?"

"It's not like I'll like every guy I catch, okay..." I tried to give a reason, "Fan Anyuan is too fierce."

Having said that, I thought about it, isn't Tang Ling fierce?

"There are too many people who like him!"

There are also many people who like Tang Ling.

Me, I'd better shut up.

Tang Ling let out a muffled laugh, all I could see were his crooked and thin eyes.

It would be great if she always smiled like this in the future, and bad things would never happen to Tang Ling again.

But he has long been tortured into a torn appearance, almost accompanied by each other, and I will also think dankly, in the future, maybe he will never meet someone who always makes him laugh, and he will always live so lonely and twisted , At that time, will he also have a little nostalgia, and then look back to find where I have been?

I looked away resentfully, and opened my mouth as if changing the subject: "I have always been a super good student, okay? Because before I cut off my hands, I kept thinking that maybe I would have a chance not to play the piano if my grades were better. I didn’t transfer back, and I studied super hard for a year, and I got A’s in all the subjects except the liberal arts, and I was the only one in our crappy school who got into AIME.”

"Such excellent mathematics skills made Lao Xu stand out from the crowd, and made me stand out from the many applicants of Blue Lotus and become a glorious and intelligent cashier."

Although I don't seem to have a brain at work.

Tangling asked me how many applicants had come.

I say two.

The other is a nephew with Down's syndrome from Lao Xu's wife's house. I didn't say that, but obviously I used the word "struggle against all odds" correctly.

The flight attendant pushed the car past and asked in a soft voice if there was any need.I stood up and took a look, then asked him, "Do you want porridge?"

Tang Ling shook her head.

"Is it okay not to eat?"

"I'm not used to it."

"Are there still people who are so picky eaters that they can't even eat porridge?"

Tang Ling frowned childishly: "The porridge in Guangzhou is too rotten."

Unexpectedly, the elder brother on the opposite side suddenly spoke up, and said in Chaopu with a vague FH sound: "You are here to travel, right? The taste of our Chaozhou porridge is definitely different. You will know after trying it. White rice is delicious. .”

As soon as I said this, I realized that there was still someone on the other side of the table, so I had to restrain my eyes, lean back on the back of the chair and pretend to be playing with my phone.

The eldest brother is very talkative, and he started chatting endlessly when he opened the chatter box, but neither Tangling nor I responded directly to him, so the one who suffered was the eldest sister next to him, although the eldest sister only echoed while watching Zhen Huan's biography.

He said that he was going back to attend his daughter's wedding this time, and that the object of marriage was a worker in the factory when he was in the stone carving business. A series of analyses.

To my surprise, Tang Ling actually heard the chicken feather.

I don’t know why these days, maybe retreating back to the boundary of friends will make him more comfortable when getting along with me, and he occasionally starts to talk about the things that happened to him, things that I couldn’t find out before. ever.

This time was no exception. When I asked him why he listened so carefully, he also answered me, saying that he suddenly remembered someone.

I leaned closer to him: "Who?"

Tang Ling said that when they were in the county town, there lived a man upstairs. He used to work in a shell carving factory in Chaozhou. It can be regarded as an artist in the factory, but the room for display is only in the dragon, phoenix, fish and bird.Later, the man found it boring and started carving naked women and monsters. As a matter of course, he was fired, so he went home and stayed, and did not look for other jobs, so he continued to carve naked women at home.

"Nirvana will be sung upstairs at twelve o'clock at night."

"Which song are you singing?"

"Shuffle Playback."

I hummed and laughed: "Isn't this disturbing the people, no one said him?"

"Everyone says he's crazy. No one wants to provoke a lunatic." Tang Ling said, "My mother said he was crazy, and told me to run away when I saw him and don't talk to him."

I instinctively said, "I guess you don't like listening to your mother."

"Once I met him in the corridor, he said that his body was very itchy, as if there were a lot of ants crawling, and asked me to help him go to his house to find out if there were any insect nests."

"Do you believe this too?"

"He really thought there were bugs in his house, so I searched for him all afternoon, but in the end he found nothing. He felt a little sorry, so he asked me what I wanted, and he carved it for me."

"What do you want?"

"I let him teach me."

"Teach you to carve?"

"Yeah. During that summer vacation, our homeroom teacher was cuckolded by his wife. When he wasn't staying at home, he would go to the Internet cafe every day to arrest people." Tang Ling said flatly, "So we can only play in another place, otherwise it will be too boring."

"Can he teach you seriously? It feels like he will only pull you to sing Lennon together."

"What are you singing about? I didn't even know Lenin at that time." Tang Ling thought for a while, "Actually, he was serious about everything he did."

Tang Ling lowered her eyes and stared at her knuckles: "No one has punched rough embryos by hand for a long time, but his house is full of camphor wood embryos."

Although I haven't experienced it, I can only say: "Doing what you like will not be troublesome."

Then Tang Ling said that after the man moved away, I heard that he was actually a master woodcarver in Chaozhou at first. Do not go to work in the factory.

After pausing for a moment, Tang Ling only said that the change is very fast.

I was very humble but very sincere and said, I miss you ten thousand times today, and I will do the same tomorrow night. This matter will not change.

However, what ruined the atmosphere more than dirt was my yawn, because I only took a 10-minute nap in the taxi last night, and now I am so sleepy that tears are rolling in my eyes.

I rubbed my head on my sleeve and heard Tang Ling say, "Go to sleep."

"I don't want to sleep." I replied without thinking.

Tang Ling leaned on the water bottle and stared at me. I don't understand how he can always look at me with such ignorant eyes. It even makes me feel that this word should not be used to describe him. He obviously knows everything. , but responds with nothing.

"Last night I dreamed that I was standing on a very small platform, smaller than a hamster cage, and the train passed in front of me without interruption. I was still thinking that my eyes must be blurred, why every time You are sitting on one train. Those trains are so fast, they seem to be able to flatten everything in the world and go through it, so I can only stand there and do nothing, watching you again and again and again Get out of my eyes." I didn't look at Tang Ling again, "...if I have this kind of dream every day in the future, I might as well die."

Tang Ling didn't speak, and I realized that the atmosphere became very strange again because of my nonsense.

Although it was a bit unnatural, I quickly put on my hippie smile again, and tried to be playful: "I won't sleep in the future, unless I can hold you."

But I never thought that Tang Ling would reach out to me.

I couldn't see any definite emotions in his flat eyes, and the grievance suddenly surfaced, I just felt that he seemed to be teasing stray dogs again.

"... Who the hell wants you to pity me."

Tang Ling sighed: "Yu Zhenzhen, can you stop being so twisted?"

I pursed my lips tightly, looked at him with red eyes angrily for a while, and finally took his hand lightly under the seat for nothing, wanting to say that you are the most twisted person in the world.