filled

His voice was full of crunchy sweetness, and what he said was neither disgust nor contempt, but very frank and confident, just telling the truth.

It was then, that day that Shi Fangman realized that a mother and... never told him the truth, women and men would only say that he was the crystallization of their love, perfection, and an angel.

Their union is not a sin, so Shi Fangman's weird body is not a pervert, but an angel.

But the fact is that family ugliness should not be publicized, they are, and so is the crystallization of their love.

After Shi Hao told him these truths, Shi Fangman gradually walked out of the fairy tale lies. He finally understood the earth-shaking changes that have taken place around these days, and silently began to grow up with original sin, mature, guard his own secrets, Not leaking anything out.

His body has also gradually accepted the social distance that is too far for ordinary people, accepted that he cannot wear short sleeves and shorts, go swimming outside, and choose a hospital for physical examination at random, even though Yan Zheng, who has been relatively closest to him in the past two years , Shi Fangman did not relax his caution. He hoped that a mature and rational adult could do his own thing well, guard the physiological facts of his abnormal body, and be an ordinary person who would not be judged by any strange eyes.

Annihilation in the sea of ​​people, ordinary.

But the newly changed clothes let Shi Fangman know that that person will never give him the same eyes as before. Compared with how he discovered the secret and went straight to his head, what occupies his body and mind is how he will treat himself like this in the future.

"You're a pervert."

His vision was blurred, and his eye, which had lost one of its spectacle legs, looked like half a corpse about to enter the tomb, lingering on the edge of the table.Shi Fangman dragged his body over, put it on his ear, and then remained motionless until he heard the slight sound of the door lock, and Yan Zheng was knocking on his door.

Outside that door was his familiar voice.

The sticky tone of the young man seemed to be coquettish: "I'm sorry, brother, please open the door, don't be angry."

"I drank a little too much yesterday. I dragged you to drink with me, but in the end I also made you drink a lot."

"How are you? Is your head still hurting? I cooked, are you hungry?"

Shi Fangman didn't care about the glasses that were more than 45 degrees crooked. The part of his vision inside the lens was clear and clear, while the part outside the lens was blurred and chaotic. The memory was also like this. Some fragments were plump and some fragments were hollow. He had pieced together Can't tell the whole truth.

He actually didn't care, and asked the question he cared about the most: "What do you think?"

"About my body... is it not normal?"

A deaf man is afraid of others saying he is deaf, a blind man is afraid of others saying he is blind, Shi Fang can't say that he is a pervert, even from any point of view, this is an unavoidable fact, even from a biological point of view, it is just a middle ground Sex words.

But that's just a biological definition, and doesn't include the terrifying gaze in human society.

He heard the silence outside the door for a long time, and heard Yan Zheng say: "Brother, if you want to know, come out and say it."

21:12:00

I can only find you

He walked into the bathroom with his head down, and when he stretched out his hand to pull the door, a cheerful doorbell rang at the same time. The frightened man poked his fingers on the edge of the glass sliding door, and his fingernails scratched a piercing sound from the glass. Yan Zheng, who was arranging the bowls and chopsticks, turned his head and smiled when Fang Man smiled innocently: "I'll open the door, you can just wash up."

Despite the embarrassment in his heart, he didn't dare to raise his eyes to respond to such a smile, Shi Fangman forced himself to squeeze out some sound from his throat, and grunted in response.He watched Yan Zhengti pull the slippers, ran to open the door with a sound of kicking and tapping, then carried the young man on his back, and walked into the small and damp bathroom.

The sound insulation in the room is very good, especially the washing machine is still rumbling to the last step of work, Shi Fangman only heard the end of the conversation inside and outside the door at the moment it stopped.

"...Why send so much, I didn't ask for it."

"Yesterday was supposed to be a school entrance banquet. My wife said she was very busy and couldn't finish it. If you don't go back today, she will ask me to send a few more. The meaning is good. You can take it and eat it!"

"Okay, you go back and say thank you to her."

Today is the first day of Yan Zheng's college entrance examination, and Shi Fangman has almost forgotten about it.Last night's school entrance banquet, he called at one o'clock at night, and came here drunk at three o'clock. Until now, at one o'clock in the afternoon the next day, he still didn't know what happened around that person.

Shi Fangman broke away from his emotions a little bit, combed his hair a few times in the mirror, forced a smile, and pulled himself together.

When I came out and saw the table full of dishes, some of the guilt that had just surfaced became more publicized. Shi Fangman opened his mouth, still hesitating to say something, Yan Zheng had already handed over the chopsticks, his eyes were full of smiles, he was full of youth, Joyful gesture.

"Try this, there are some ingredients left in the refrigerator, I took it out and mixed it, can you taste it better than what you made yourself?"

In front of the dazzling array of dishes, the home-cooked dishes made by Yan Zheng are inferior in terms of presentation and style. When Fang Man glanced at them, he was able to pick out those dishes, and sandwiched them with the ones sent by the servants of the Yan family. The steamed perch is the best, the galloping braised knuckles, and the future is bright. Among the colorful platters, the simple cucumber mixed with preserved eggs in a small white porcelain bowl is unremarkable, and it simply shows what the difference between clouds and mud is.In this way, Yan Zheng also tried his best to sell, not ashamed but proud, proud and confident, trying very hard to taste and praise.

Shi Fangman stared at him, and said sincerely, "Congratulations."

"what?"

"Isn't the college entrance examination over? Naturally deserves congratulations."

Facing Yan Zheng's surprised eyes, he showed a shallow smile, and said softly: "I wish you the title on the gold list, and your wish will come true."

When he was talking, he easily pulled out a wrapped box from the drawer under the dining table, and pushed it along the edge of the table in front of Yan Zheng: "This is a gift for you, I hope you like it."

Yan Zheng was really stunned, his first reaction was not to reach out to take it, but to repeat: "Send me?"

You don't need to open the box to see what's inside, just look at the flower-shaped cross star logo, the weight of this gift is far beyond Yan Zheng's imagination, Patek Philippe, a famous brand that originated in Switzerland The income of the working class can be spent freely, and it is beyond the scope of gift-giving in the past.

This was a surprise that there was no previous data to refer to. Yan Zheng couldn't wait to open it immediately after being surprised.

Platinum case, metal warm texture, light yellow dial is retro and elegant, not showing off technology or following the trend, at first glance it looks plain, but every inch of the design of the watch is just right, low-key to the dust, but restrained and youthful.

This is indeed the watch that Shi Fangman’s aesthetics would choose, but the price is too expensive for him.

Yan Zheng stroked his watch and smiled slightly.

"Brother, did you send this to me?"

His joy was in the sweet voice, and in the rising end, he repeated again: "Will you give this to me?"

Shi Fangman had also worried that this watch was not individual enough, and Yan Zheng would not like it that much, but it seems that Yan Zheng's eyes did not stay on the gift itself for too long, and he was more concerned about...

"I gave you...a gift, in the future," Shi Fangman paused, "I hope you like it."

"It's too expensive."

"Send me such a valuable thing, what should you do if you have no money to eat?"

Yan Zheng closed the package, and leaned forward: "How about brother, let me promise you with my body, and I will cover all your future meals by the way."

When the young man started to talk closer, he blew a hot airflow and hit Shi Fangman in front of him. He subconsciously wanted to avoid it, but just as he moved, he froze in place again: "Stop joking."

From the beginning to the end, the question lingering in his stomach and choking in his throat ruthlessly eroded Shi Fangman's spirit. He could no longer chat with a mask on. in front of the young man, and asked him, "Didn't you see it all?"

"I'm not the same as you," Shi Fangman suppressed the flourishing emotions, feeling that his own voice overlapped with the voice in his head, the same objective and rational, just expounding the facts: "I'm not normal .”

The deformed me like that is different from your normal ones.

"elder brother……"

"Am I a pervert?"

Why did a person speak so plainly, but the people in the ears panicked? Yan Zheng stared at his crooked lenses, and saw the answer in those foggy eyes.

He's not asking me, he just needs me to nod, and then lightly agree: "Yes."

He leaned forward and took off the broken glasses. He knew that the world full of time must be blurred at this moment, like barren sand dunes, where the wind and sand rolled into waves, and nothing could be discerned.

"Brother, you are not, you are an angel."

This is the truth, Yan Zheng thought, I don't need to lie to him here.

In other places I can lie as much as I want, but occasionally I have to tell the truth.

"I heard that angels are like that. That's what I thought at the time. It turns out that what I heard is true."

"You are different from me. You make others feel warm." Yan Zheng pulled his palm, which was still cold in such a hot summer, and pressed it tightly to his knee. The scar was red and ugly, crooked: "You Carry me to the gate of the park, I just thought I must go back to find you."