Schrodinger love

The moment Wen Sui turned his head was exactly the moment when the sunrise was fully revealed.

All the light seems to be concentrated on him, and the young man has an extremely bright smile on his face, his hair is messed up by the wind, and he has a sense of capturing the throbbing atmosphere.

The heartbeat accelerated unstoppably, Wen Suisui really went crazy.

Jiang An pressed several photos in a row before putting down the phone, and swiping left and right to check the photos back and forth.

Then save the clearest one in a locked photo album, most of which were taken in high school by Wen Sui, back view, profile, or fuzzy images from a distance where the details cannot be seen clearly, shadowy and shadowy in the school In the shade.

Finally, it was rare to have a frontal photo, and Jiang An felt that the trip was worthwhile.

Wen Sui stared at his movements, wondering if the morning sun was too dazzling today, he felt that his brother's eyes were full of light, and there were two small shadows of himself inside.

Oddly enough, it looks attractive.

"Are you taking a picture of me?" Wen Sui leaned over, smiling ostentatiously, "It's a good shot, why don't we take one too."

Ji Xiaoyu stretched out his hand quite sensiblely, and suggested, "Come on, give me your phone, and I'll take pictures for you."

Jiang An stood side by side with him on the edge of the railing, with their shoulders close to each other, one in his pocket and the other with his hands down, without too much extra movement.

"Smile, I took a picture." Ji Xiaoyu carefully framed the two of them in the middle of the camera, and slid his fingers to the shooting position.

A second before he touched the button, he saw Jiang An's arm raised up, and Wen Sui's head was pressed with his palm to his side, getting closer.

The photo freezes, the silver-haired boy is leaning on the black-haired shoulder obediently, being intimate and natural.

The background is a bright morning sun. At first glance, it looks like a movie poster with a youth theme.

Ji Xiaoyu returned the phone to Jiang An, and whispered, "My skills are average, so you can only make do with it."

Jiang An glanced down and said with a smile, "It's a good shot. We haven't had a photo together for many years."

"Give it to me, I'll use it as a lock screen." Wen Sui took out his phone from his trouser pocket, touched the person next to him with his arm, and urged, "Quick."

Ji Xiaoyu glanced at him in surprise: "You use the photo of the two of you as your lock screen?"

"Can't you, our looks are not shameful, how pretty."

"Okay, you are really good, I have nothing to say."

After Wen Sui finished setting, he clicked back and forth a few times in satisfaction, and looked sideways at Jiang An.

He seemed to be talking about some kind of established fact, rather than discussing it, with a domineering tone: "You won't change it?"

"Well, change." Jiang An's previous wallpaper was a solid color, and after replacing it with a group photo of the two, he was still a little uncomfortable at first glance, but when he saw the same group photo on the screen next to him, the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

Ji Xiaoyu was stunned, could this be the legendary tease without knowing it, no wonder a holy monk like Jiang An could fall.

This rounding up is the screensaver for couples, the degree to which the thief is dumbfounded holding both mobile phones.

But obviously, the person involved didn't feel any problem at all, and was very proud of it.

Wen Sui admired it for a few seconds before seeing Jiang An raising his hand to press the bridge of his nose from time to time, looking a little tired.

He was a little annoyed at his carelessness: "Are you sleepy? I didn't sleep well yesterday and drove for more than an hour."

"What to do, neither of us has a driver's license, so we can't drive." Ji Xiaoyu clicked on his phone, and checked back and forth on the car-hailing app, "It's not easy to find a substitute driver here."

Jiang An withdrew his hand, put it in his pocket, and walked lazily towards the direction of the return journey: "I'll wake up after two steps, why don't you tell me a joke to refresh me."

"Fuck, how can I tell jokes." Wen Sui muttered to keep up, but asked uncertainly, "Is it really possible? Why don't you go back to the car and sleep for a while, anyway, there is no rush."

Jiang An hummed: "Alright."

The way down the mountain is more difficult than up the mountain. Although the light is much brighter than when we came up, the steep stairs are very narrow, and you will slip if you don't pay attention.

Ji Xiaoyu tremblingly walked in the front, holding on to the railing with one hand, and climbed down carefully, looking very funny.

Wen Sui and Jiang An walked slowly behind, and if they were not in a hurry, their pace slowed down a bit.

He touched the person next to him with his arm, and asked casually, "What were you two talking about just now, I think you were talking along the way, and you got to know each other quickly enough."

"Are you jealous?"

"Why am I jealous? I think too much."

Wen Sui pondered for a while, looked at Jiang An in disbelief, and said slowly: "Wait, he doesn't really have a crush on you, does he, the kind of love at first sight? After all, your face is quite attractive. "

Jiang An couldn't hold back and knocked his head: "Can you go a little bit normal."

"It hurts." Wen Sui frowned and thought for a while, "It's mainly because you are too lazy to talk to anyone, and it's strange that you can still chat with him."

"According to your logic, I should have a crush on him." Jiang An glanced at him casually before replying, "Talking about you."

Wen Sui was alert for a moment, his eyes fell on the back in front of him: "Is he betraying me again? Don't believe what he said, it is extremely exaggerated."

Just thinking about it, I knew that Ji Xiaoyu had repeated those scenes of dreaming about his brother again and again.

What an annoyance, what is there to mention about such a small matter, he doesn't want Jiang An to know that he keeps dreaming about people, as if he misses him too much.

Jiang An lowered his head and smiled and said, "He praised you for being good at everything, especially in high school."

"He...that's not an exaggeration, that's true, the son is quite filial." Wen Sui paused for a moment, and instantly withdrew the 80-meter broadsword, feeling happy physically and mentally.

When you are in a good mood, you will float when you walk.

A little inattentive, Wen Sui's foot slipped and nearly rolled down the stairs, and slipped several steps in succession.

Jiang Anyan quickly grabbed his arm and pulled it to the side, before he managed to stabilize: "You don't look at the road when you walk?"

Wen Sui's ankle was hit by the edge of the stone ladder, his face turned pale for a moment, and he said in a low voice, "It's not raining, how did I know it was so slippery."

"Don't move, let me see if it's hurt." Jiang An squatted down, pinched his thin ankle with his fingers and moved it carefully. The bone was not injured, but it looked a little swollen, and the place where he was hit was swollen. There was a large patch of red.

He sighed, stood up again and put the arms of others around himself: "I'll carry you down."

Wen Sui barely moved his ankle, it hurt a little, but he was still able to walk.

He tried to take two steps, and made a far-fetched smile: "Come on, such a narrow road, when the time comes, the two of us will have to roll down together."

"Be obedient." Jiang An was quite strong at this time, before he could refuse, he directly pulled his arm around his neck, bent down and carried him on his back.

Hearing the movement, Ji Xiaoyu turned around and said in shock, "Did you fall? It's very dangerous for you two. How about I carry...forget it, I can't carry it."

With his small body, he is quite self-aware.

"It's more dangerous to let him limping down the mountain like this." Jiang An pursed his lips, walking slowly and steadily, "Xiaoyu, if you walk behind, you can easily bump into you if you can't see the road."

"Hey, okay, it's really worrying." Ji Xiaoyu tremblingly made way for the two to pass first.

Wen Sui pinched his fingertips, his head hung on his broad shoulders, and muttered, "I seem to be always making trouble for you."

"I'm your brother." Jiang An stared at the stairs in front of him, and said softly, he was not familiar with this situation.

Wen Sui let out a groan, lowered his head even lower, and showed no arrogance in his usual manner: "Be careful next time, don't scold me."

"Did you pinch yourself again?" Jiang An ignored his words and asked casually.

Wen Sui glanced at his somewhat red thumb, and pursed his lower lip: "How do you know?"

"Every time I feel that I have done something wrong, I pinch myself, and this problem has not changed." Jiang An grasped his thigh with both hands, and lifted it up, "Don't pinch next time, it looks so distressing."

It's great to have an older brother, I still remember this detail clearly after so many years.

Wen Sui hooked his neck and was being carried steadily, thinking for no reason in his heart.

It was the same when they were young, every time the two of them sneaked out to play and got injured, it was Jiang An who carried him home like this.The number of times is too many, and his brother can handle simple injuries by himself, bandage and apply medicine, which is quite skillful.

It's also weird, obviously they went out together, and the wounded person they bumped into was always him, as if he had been bewitched.

During the third year of junior high school, fortune telling by palmistry was popular in the class at that time, and the students studied themselves one by one.

The lifeline in Wen Sui's hand is twists and turns, it is said that at first glance, there will be small troubles, but the catastrophe will not kill him.

He was born prematurely, underweight, unable to keep up with nutrition, and lived in an incubator for more than a month before he was out of danger, so his parents gave him the name "Sui", which means peace every year.

Wen Sui tasted the product, and then based on his past experience of bumps and bumps, he felt that his words were quite accurate.

At that time, there was a classmate who said that he was very accomplished, and he held Jiang An's hand and said, "Jiang An's palmistry, career and life lines are quite silky, and it looks like a dragon and a phoenix. But the marriage line in the middle is broken." After a while, it may be a bumpy road to love."

Wen Sui didn't take it seriously, and asked again: "What will happen if you break it?"

"It can range from being separated for a few years, to being alone for the rest of your life. One word, miserable." The classmate regretted heartbrokenly, "wealth and love cannot be had at the same time, and no one is perfect."

Wen Sui was so angry that he almost got into a fight with someone on the spot, talking nonsense and cursing a pure junior high school student like this is really too much.

While cursing Crow's mouth, he took a red pen and took off the cap, held Jiang An's hand, and drew a line to fill in the broken gap.

On the white palm, a red line suddenly appeared.

"Look, your marriage is on the mend, so it's connected, don't listen to his nonsense." Wen Sui twirled the red pen, looking at Jiang An triumphantly.

I can't remember exactly what his brother said that day, but I just remember that the sun was shining that day, and he stared at his hand for a long time, as if smiling happily.

Wen Sui came back to his senses and found that he had almost walked halfway up the mountain, and he could see the parking lot in the distance.

He said in a muffled voice: "When I go back to school, I will also take a driver's license test, so that we can switch driving when we go out in the future."

"I'm afraid you'll be in subject one."

"Impossible, I can get it in two months, believe it or not?"

"expect."

"You obviously haven't lost your mind and look down on me?"

"Ah."

"Jiang An, do you want to die?"

Jiang An pushed the man up hard, and said calmly, "What did you call me?"

Wen Sui felt that he might be getting along too harmoniously recently, and he was a little drifting, so he would not dare to provoke him while still on his back: "Jiang An."

"Okay, you come down and walk by yourself." Jiang An made a gesture to put the man down, and feigned a shot.

Wen Sui pinched his waist, and shouted: "It's only a few steps away, why are you so picky, send the Buddha to the west as well?"

Ji Xiaoyu came up from behind, patted him on the back, and said earnestly: "Father, you are such a giant Buddha, most people can't carry it."

Jiang An was amused, hooked his legs with both hands, tilted his head and said, "Take the car keys in my pocket, open the car, and I'll let you in."

"Wait." Wen Sui let go of his hooked hand, and groped down his trouser pocket, his fingers fluttering, "Where is it?"

Jiang An clicked his tongue, a little distracted by the touch, and lowered his voice: "Can you stop touching?"

"It's hard to hold while walking, don't rush." ​​Wen Sui frowned, bent his waist and leaned down a little.

I couldn't see it at all, I could only touch it casually, through a layer of fabric, my fingers touched something, I couldn't help poking it again, it seemed to be harder.

After being touched a few times indiscriminately, Jiang An's body froze, the corners of his jaw were tense, and even a thin layer of sweat dripped from his forehead.

Wen Sui was stunned for a moment, and belatedly realized that something was wrong, and slowly moved his finger an inch to the side, finally hooking the keychain.

He withdrew his fingers awkwardly, turned the key ring, and said in a weak voice, "...I got it."

In the presence of a large crowd, Jiang An was almost tortured to death by him, and the remaining drowsiness was disturbed, and he was completely awake.

As soon as the car door opened, he put the man on the co-pilot neatly, took a bottle of water and drank half of it, a cold feeling ran down his throat, and he was still in a state of embarrassment.

Wen Sui coughed lightly, bent his injured leg, turned his head to look at the scenery outside the window, his cheeks were belatedly flushed.

No, it's all men, what's wrong with touching it, and it won't lose a piece of meat, just so stingy.

On the way back, it was rare for all three of them to be awake, all of them were silent, and the atmosphere in the car was silent.

Only the mountains and rivers flashing outside the window are left, but no one appreciates the scenery.

Ji Xiaoyu sat in the back row, not knowing what happened, but felt that the aura between the two was a little strange and subtle.

He pulled the seat, poked his head out, and asked curiously, "Did you two quarrel?"

"No." They said in unison.

"Then...why are you all so sullen? Didn't you feel fine when you first came down the mountain?" Ji Xiaoyu glanced back and forth between the two suspiciously.

Wen Sui didn't have the nerve to say that he ran into someone by accident, so he found an excuse: "Aren't you two good at chatting? Tell me, I'll listen."

Ji Xiaoyu slapped his head, his possessive father probably got upset when he saw them chatting before.

This big vinegar jar is very good at this kind of time.

He smoothed things over with an awkward smile: "The two of us have nothing to talk about, it's all about you."

"Then I am the bond of your relationship." Wen Sui glanced at him through the rearview mirror and said lazily.

Ji Xiaoyu shook his head crazily, and desperately explained: "Don't dare, you two have the best relationship, you can sleep in each other's arms every day, no one can get in, don't worry, I understand."

Wen Sui said angrily, "Did you take the wrong medicine?"

Hearing this tone, Ji Xiaoyu was even more certain that Wen Sui was jealous: "I have no unreasonable feelings for your brother, you can rest assured that I am straight, very straight!"

"Why do I think you're getting darker and darker?" Wen Sui clicked his tongue and looked back at him, "You don't emphasize it, I don't think so, but if you emphasize it like this... I think it's possible."

Ji Xiaoyu: "..."

God, who will save the child, how about I jump off the car right now, it is more decent than being killed by the eyes of the person in front of me.

Wen Sui chased after him: "Why didn't you say anything, you agreed?"

"You can't think I'm crooked just because I sent you a random video! I really didn't mean that!" Ji Xiaoyu shouted his innocence, wishing he could dissect himself to prove his innocence, "You're crooked me!" Impossible!"

Wen Sui listened to the music, and turned his head back: "You don't need to be so overreacted, it's just teasing you."

Ji Xiaoyu clutched his chest, thinking that I was about to be scared out of a heart attack, don't ask, if you like to make noise, it's better to turn off the microphone.

When he returned to the downstairs of the hotel, he didn't even dare to enter the door, so he quickly found an excuse: "You go back first, I'll go to the pharmacy to buy Yunnan Baiyao for you."

After finishing speaking, he slipped away, not daring to stay with the two of them any longer, lest Wen Sui's godlike brain circuits start to diverge randomly again.

Jiang An helped him back to the room, asked the front desk for an ice pack, and held his ankle to apply the ice.

Wen Suiban sat on the bed with his arms propped up, looked at Jiang An with lowered eyelids, thinking of finding a topic to turn the previous embarrassment over.

His eyes swept wildly, and fell on his hand holding the ice pack.With a slight movement, a red line appeared in the palm, which was very similar to the one I drew with a red pen many years ago.

Logically speaking, after such a long time, it should have been washed off long ago, so how could it still be left on.

He remembered that when he applied Jiang An's hand cream before, this man held his palms together and refused to let him apply it. There must be something shameful about it.

It's just that I can't let myself know what things are mysterious.

Wen Sui pondered for a while, bent down and grabbed the wrist holding the ice pack, and asked the bottom line: "What is in your hand?"

"It's nothing." Jiang An half-kneeled on the ground, tightened his left hand to block it, and pressed the ice pack to the swelling, "Don't move around."

Wen Sui was convinced that he had seen a line, so he persisted, turning over to look at his hands: "Just show me."

Jiang An was afraid of hurting his feet, so he didn't dare to make too much movement, he just half-backed to the side to hide: "There is nothing to see, you sit back."

Unexpectedly, the injury was quite severe, so when he was pressed down, he slammed on the bed, grabbed his wrist and refused to let go, insisting on seeing what happened.

The two went up and down, grabbed and hid, entangled indiscriminately, rubbed against each other for a while, and the fire that had been suppressed along the way returned with a vengeance.

The hem of Wen Sui's hoodie was lifted at some point, and that inch of skin was directly pressed against it, which was very hot.

The four eyes met, and no one dared to move again.

The hotel door that was not closed was pushed open vigorously, Ji Xiaoyu was about to relay the doctor's order with a plastic bag in his hand, looking at the scene in front of him, it was so evocative and exciting, he was speechless for a while.

It turns out that your brothers usually quarrel like this, and you can roll off the bed when you get angry. It's because he is young and ignorant.

He carefully put the bottle of Yunnan Baiyao on the counter at the door, and silently closed the door: "Go ahead, I'll go first."

Jiang An: "..."

Wen Sui: "..."

The room fell into silence again, so quiet that you could hear each other's breathing, rising and falling.

The person below seemed to have been tortured for a long time, so he simply gave up struggling, and sank into the bed with all his strength relaxed.

The palm of his left hand was spread out, under the bright light, a deep red line ran through the entire palm, and the broken line was tightly covered.

Jiang An half-closed his eyes, moved his fingers, and hooked his covered hand: "I got the tattoo before, just like you drew before, it can't be washed off."

Wen Sui stared at the red line in a daze for a moment, wanting to laugh that he was really superstitious, and he could believe the gossip of a kid in junior high school.

The words came to the edge of his mouth, but he couldn't say a word, and he didn't dare to move.

Wen Sui was about to turn over and get out of bed, but his ankle hurt badly, but his waist seemed to be held by another hand.

He covered Jiang An's body tightly, and felt as if his whole body was on fire, feeling Jiang An's surging reaction quite directly.

With his forehead resting on his brother's shoulder, it took him a long time to squeeze out a sentence: "Your marriage line...is quite long."

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