straight to heaven

The temperature was very high on the day when I first entered high school.

I packed up the dormitory and prepared to fetch water for a shower. When I passed Geng in the corridor, I suddenly realized that I had something to do with this person.

Geng has been holding a basin in his arms, staring at me for a few seconds, and then showing a surprised expression: "Wait, you are bald brother?"

I recognized him almost immediately.

People haven't changed much, but they are darker, taller, and stronger.I frowned when I heard this nickname that no one had called for a long time.

Geng has always been a two-hundred and five-year-old. He was like this when he was a child, and he hasn't changed when he grows up.He threw the basin and rushed over to hug me: "Oh my god, how many years have we not seen each other? Why are we so destined! I live here, where are you?"

I couldn't breathe, meat sticking meat is not pleasant in this weather, I stretched out my hand and pushed it away.

"You are next door."

Geng has always used the name Geng Zhi, and his relationship with me can be traced back to the third grade of elementary school. He was my neighbor.

That summer was humid and hot, and I developed sweat herpes on my scalp. I was afraid of infection, so I shaved my head.One afternoon he was being bullied by a group of older kids and I happened to see him.

Although I can't tell from the face, but I do often feel dizzy and hot-blooded, and I happen to see a rough road, so I help.After that, when this kid saw me, he called Brother Bald, even though I was a few months younger than him.

Not long after, his father married a rich woman and moved to the big villa with a courtyard near the scenic spot.The moment of parting is nothing special, just like countless people passing by in life, they waved their hands and walked out of their respective worlds.

I am a pessimist, and although I am touched, once I accept the social rule that people have to keep saying goodbye, there is nothing to be sad about.

What's more, playmates, playmates, they have to leave after playing.

Geng has always shown a sense of stupidity, which has not changed since he was a child.So when we meet again after a long absence, we don't feel awkward getting along.

He patted me on the shoulder, and I asked, "How is your roommate...?"

When I was adolescence, I still had a worthless and thin skin. To use an inappropriate analogy, it was like a girl who had a crush on the school girl, who would beat around the bush if she wanted to inquire.

As expected, Geng didn't think much about it, and counted with his fingers: "One surnamed Cheng, from other provinces; the other surnamed Zhou, from the provincial basketball team. His body, his biceps, let me tell you, he..."

I didn't mention the target person for a long time, so I had to interrupt: "There are four people in one room, and one more?"

Geng kept yelling strangely: "Oh——that buddy, he's so fucking handsome! It's definitely hard currency, no bragging."

So exaggerated?

I obviously didn't know Pei Yanlai, but I was inexplicably honored, and replied with a half-smile: "Oh."

Very eerie mood.

"It's easy to say." Geng kept holding up the basin: "You will know if you meet me in the dormitory."

A man depends on his brother.

A brother, a brother forever.

Geng Zong's dormitory has basically been cleaned up, but it is empty and no one is there.

It wasn't until he entered the door that he woke up from a dream: "Oh, that's right. People are going to fetch water, and they will come up later. I am the lower berth, this one, you can sit on the bed as you like."

Cleaning up the dormitory is dirty work, my pants are dirty, even if he greets me, I will not sit on it heartlessly.

Four desks and bookcases are side by side against one wall.

This one is too messy, I guess it's Geng Zhizhi's; there's a red and gold and rubber piggy bank on the table, it's a bit worn out, it shouldn't be; that...

There is a bottle of perfume on that table.

It is a glass bottle, but the body of the bottle is mostly black, and it stands there squarely. It looks very heavy, and it feels high-end——

But I am a layman, and my first reaction is that it must be very expensive.

I approached and got down on my stomach to see what was written on it.

I'm a little curious.

I'm really a little curious.

"Damn, you should drink soda in summer, it's cool! Do you want it, bald brother? I still have..."

Geng has always been talkative, and he can line up a whole group of plays by himself. He opened a bottle of Coca-Cola by himself, and the steam came out with a sizzle.I didn't pay much attention to what he said later.

Eyes instead of fingertips, my sight rubbed against the golden English letters little by little, and my lips moved a few times following the letters.

"Straight—"

"Straighttoheaven, 'straight to heaven.'"

The sizzle of soda stopped abruptly.

My body was electrified, and I suddenly shivered.

Heavy but not dumb, heavy but not thick, the sound is very textured, reminiscent of gorgeous black velvet.There is a smile in the words, not serious, but very attractive.

I was inexplicably guilty, and immediately stood at attention.

The visitor is tall, short-sleeved jeans, wide shoulders, long legs, good proportions enough to be a male model.His palms are broad and powerful, with very long fingers and well-defined joints, and he holds two kettles in one hand.

One of them is printed with floral flowers commonly used on enamel jars in the last century, and the other bottle is pure black, with a completely different style.Apparently brought water for someone.

He entered the room from the backlight and put the kettle on the door.I didn't see his face until I lifted myself up.

For the first time in my life, I have to use gorgeous to describe a living person a few steps away. It looks a bit unreal.The portrait is covered with a layer of gold, and it is easy to think of laurel and Apollo.

He smiled, the upward curve of the corners of his lips was elegant and natural.

"Kelian's rum is spiced with a sweet top note. Try it if you like it."

He's not too close, but I have a very keen sense of smell, and I can smell the perfume on his body. It's not heavy, but it has a strong sense of presence.Whiskey and vanilla, it's the alcohol that dazzles.

Heaven might be a paleo brewery*.

I took a step sideways, away from the table, and shook my head: "...Sorry, no, thank you."

I panicked.

But Geng Zong grabbed my shoulders and smiled heartlessly: "Come on, let me introduce you. This is my childhood friend, Lin Xiaoshan. A small hill." He turned to look at me, "Bald Brother, this is the handsome guy I told you about, he deserves his name..."

The strange embarrassment came unexpectedly, and I couldn't avoid it, so I could only use my elbow to hit Geng Zhizhi's side, and interrupted superficially: "It's a small mountain. It's that hill."

He really was Pei Yanlai.

Pei Yanlai's smile seemed to be painted on his face.It's not that he's hypocritical, I mean, he's good-looking, stable and decent.He is as good as he is: "Hello, Pei Yanlai. Gaozhai heard that the geese came, it is the geese."

Geng Zong laughed straight: "Are you two out of words? I'm a scumbag, so I won't interrupt."

I said to myself, I already knew.

Not only did I pass the senior high school entrance examination paper, but I also had a dream of marrying a "geese" as my wife.

"Hello."

It's very unreasonable, I suddenly developed a high fever in my earlobe, and I knew it must be red without looking.Fortunately, the temperature is still high at the end of August, which is not surprising.

Pei Yanlai's way of dealing with this kind of interpersonal relationship is very sophisticated, and he can't find any faults. The first meeting will leave a very good impression on people.Not eager or cold, everything "just right".

Not long after, the other two roommates came back. It is normal for me to be reticent, not keen on socializing, and I found excuses to leave without saying a few words.

Before going out, I couldn't help turning my head back once.The evening sunlight cast in from the window, Pei Yanlai was caged inside, and the backlight cast an indescribable gloom.

When he turned half of his face to me, for a moment, his face was as cold as a newly carved sculpture, and the light could not penetrate his eyes.

I wasn't sure what it was at the time, but it took me a long time to realize that it was my sixth sense that reminded me that Pei Yanlai was a dangerous person, layer upon layer, like a living sugar-coated cannonball.

If you want to escape, run away.

But when I was a teenager, I didn't clearly analyze the connotation of the signal. Instead, I wanted to get closer again like a moth to the fire. I couldn't guess that I would burn myself into a handful of ashes in the end.

This is the first time Pei Yanlai and I met, it was very ordinary, nothing special.But I'm obsessed with him, literally.

I am an up and down person.The hardware is superior, but it is not likable, and the character is neither out of touch nor withdrawn.When the inner drama is compiled, the number of words can exceed the popular set of pirated X notes back then.

But I also have very prominent advantages, such as stubbornness.Like a hyena that doesn't give up until it kills its prey, it will only give up if it is a fight to the death.

Classes are numbered consecutively, but it is not a relationship between looking up and seeing down.Later, when I saw Pei Yanlai several times, I did it on purpose.

On the court, in the office, in the sanitation area... Gradually it became clear what he looked like.

I don't know if he is of ethnic minority origin or from a Caucasian country. In short, he is tall, with deep eye sockets, wide and thin eyelids, light-colored eyes, and strangely high roots. He looks very cold. His face was so eye-catching in the crowd.

He laughed often, neither giving the illusion of intimacy nor being aloof and artificial.There is still a gap in the globe, but it is a circle with no holes.

Hiding in the crowd and peeping at him, I wouldn't even recognize his back.

At first I could only use such thin words to describe him.

Good guy, or good boy.

But it turns out that people's first impressions are used to be subverted.