Schrodinger love

Three days and three nights, without stop.

Jiang An lowered his head, his shoulders trembled, he laughed muffledly, and said, "Thank you for your hard work."

"You're laughing, do you finally know how miserable I am? I opened and closed my eyes, and now I almost have a psychological shadow on you." Wen Sui said indignantly.

Jiang An clasped his fingertips and flicked his forehead: "Did you swear again just now?"

Wen Sui shuddered all over, as if seeing a ghost: "I won't come, I really won't come."

Jiang An glanced at him with playful eyes, but didn't make a sound.

"I really won't talk about it in the future, your punishment... is too perverted." Wen Sui's voice weakened, and he muttered softly.

"Okay, don't bother you, I'm going to pack my things." Jiang An got up and opened the curtains, and the bright sunlight came in. It was almost noon.

The scarf that Wen Sui sent out couldn't be returned after all, because there were so many hickey marks on his neck that even the turtleneck sweater couldn't cover it up.

When I went back to school, I would get goosebumps on my arms whenever I heard the word "New Year's Day".

Fortunately, Jiang An was still a person, and the sound insulation effect of the dormitory was not very good, so he didn't bother him again for several days.

Near the end of the term, the entire capital of Beijing has become dull. The library is almost brightly lit, and it is crowded with students queuing up early every morning.

After all the exams were over, Wen Sui booked tickets in advance and went back to Wucheng with Jiang An.This time I plan to spend the entire winter vacation here, so I rented a short-term house near the Jialing River, overlooking the night view of the entire city at night.

He didn't tell Xie Mingzhi about his early return. In the half a month before the Spring Festival, Jiang An and Jiang An almost walked through the streets and alleys of Wucheng again.

The shops I used to go to, the streets I frequented, the playground of No. [-] Middle School, the crowded subway, compared with the photos taken in those years, I left a new group photo of the two in every place.

The lonely back in the album was completely covered, and for a moment, Wen Sui felt in a trance, as if they had never been apart.

On Lunar New Year's Eve, Wen Sui was woken up by the vibration of his mobile phone. Looking at the small group, the chat messages had reached 99+.

[Do Not Disturb]: Are you crazy this morning?

[Xiao Wang Wang]: You missed a red envelope of [-] million yuan. Boss Jane sent a lot of money, but I robbed it

[Xiao Dao]: Master Wen cares about this little money?you wake up

[Xiao Wang Wang]: That's right, you are also in Fog City, didn't you play together?

[Xiaojima]: I am not a light bulb, he and his brother must hang out day and night

[Do Not Disturb]: ...

When Jiang An was locked by the French window last night, he could see the surging river water and the illuminated cruise ship with his eyes down, and he was terrified.

The people behind him just leaned against his shoulder loosely, biting their ears and coaxing: "It has been modified, one-way glass, invisible."

Only this time, Jiang An didn't leave any marks on his body like before, not at all.

The happiness during this time is too beautiful, like a stolen time, they both have a tacit understanding and are careful, even if they are kissing in the secret long street, they have to hide in the corner of the shadow.

Wen Sui often thinks viciously, maybe he should leave some evidence for his parents to spy on, and then he can confess logically.

It's just that when they really might have to face it, they are still at a loss for the future.

Originally at a presumptuous age, but once tasted separation, every step is like walking on thin ice, with difficulty, for fear that if you don't pay attention, you will lose everything.

Wen Sui heard the sound of ping-pong-pong in the kitchen outside, and typed with lowered eyes: Son, when will you abduct Jian Ying back for the New Year?

[Little Wang Wang]:? ? ? ? ?

[Xiao Wang Wang]: Wait, the amount of information is a bit huge

[Xiaojima]: Certainly not during Chinese New Year, you have to stay at home

[Bamboo Room]: @小岛, obediently, take the video

[Little Wang Wang]:? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?Are you fucking bent?

[The only straight man in this group]: Change the note, enlighten me

[The only straight man in this group]: When did it happen?

[Do Not Disturb]: Probably on New Year's Day, I only found out in the next few days

[Xiaojima]: I'm sorry, woof, I wasn't too embarrassed to say it before

[The only straight man in this group]: ... Is it too late for me to quit the group?

When Jiang An came over, he looked at someone with a bright smile on his face and knocked on the bedroom door: "Are you awake?"

"You're teasing a dog." Wen Sui shook his phone and sighed, "Little Wang Wang is really pitiful. He already has psychological shadows, but now he is surrounded by a group of homosexuals."

Jiang An bent the corners of his lips and said softly, "Another angle might help him get out."

"It makes sense, this is the legendary "fighting poison with poison." Wen Sui nodded thoughtfully, lifted the quilt and got out of bed.

Jiang secretly embraced his waist, and kissed him lightly on the lips: "Get ready to eat."

"If you are so restrained, you won't kiss for a while, do you think I haven't brushed my teeth?" Wen Sui teased him with raised eyes.

"You have to go home later, for fear that you won't be noticed?" Jiang An helplessly kissed him again, "I'll make it up when I get back to school."

"Okay, I'll keep the account." Wen Sui stepped on his slippers and went into the bathroom to change his clothes and wash up. When he came out again, there was a smell of hot pot in the dining room.

He lazily went to the porch to find out the lucky character he bought yesterday, opened the door and pasted it up, and shouted as he pasted it, "Brother, help me see if it's crooked?"

"A bit to the left." Jiang An came out with the cut vegetables, glanced at him, and tilted his head to remind.

Wen Sui let out an oh, clicked the word "Fu" on it, hung up two couplets by the way, and said with satisfaction: "Looking at it this way, there is a little bit of a New Year's atmosphere."

Jiang An smiled, tapped the table with his fingertips: "Come and sit."

The two sat down next to each other, slowly put vegetables into the tumbling mandarin duck pot, and chatted while eating.

Wen Sui swept over the red line in his palm and asked, "What did you eat for Chinese New Year?"

Jiang An thought for a while: "It's usually boiled noodles. One person can't eat too much, and it's a waste to buy them."

"Then let this young master take you to a full meal this year, and if you don't have enough, order some food." Wen Sui said, and put a large chopstick meat into his bowl.

Looking at the table full of dishes, Jiang An laughed dumbfoundedly: "Enough is enough, I bought enough to eat until tomorrow, so don't waste it."

"Aren't I afraid that you will be hungry?" Wen Sui poured half a glass of wine into the glass, and touched the one next to him, "Brother, celebrate the first Spring Festival after our reunion."

After finishing speaking, he paused and slowly considered his words: "It may not be possible to take you back this year, but... there will always be a day."

He used to complain that Xie Mingzhi likes to write empty promises, and he always likes to say words like "later" and "next time" when he is busy.

Going around, I didn't expect that I would also become the person I hated.At this time, I realized that sometimes it is necessary to have expectations, and it is better than despair in a moment.

It seems that he suddenly understands his parents, but he still has a bitter heart. What about Jiang An?

What was his brother thinking when he heard such a light promise from himself.

"It's okay, I don't care." Jiang An raised his hand and rubbed his head, and drank it in one gulp.

Wen Sui pursed his lips, and said with a lively atmosphere: "After I finish dinner with them, I'll go back to the room to video with you, anyway, the Spring Festival Gala is boring."

Jiang An nodded and said yes, lowered his head and urged: "Go back early after eating, otherwise they should be suspicious."

Seeing him like this, Wen Sui felt a little sore in his heart, but he didn't know what to say.This kind of day when everyone is reunited, but I can only leave him alone in this empty room, unable to do anything.

When he was thinking about renting a house before, he shouldn't have chosen such a big house. Once he left, he seemed even more deserted.

Wen Sui said impulsively: "Otherwise, you can come back with me at night, it's not that you haven't been together. Don't say anything else, just have a meal."

"Don't make trouble, those who celebrate the New Year, I don't want to cause trouble for them." Jiang An said lightly.

Wen Sui was silent, obviously he had grown up together since he was a child, and had eaten countless New Year's Eve dinners, but now he fell into such a situation.

When I was reluctantly dragged home countless times, I never imagined that one day it would become a luxury for the whole family to eat at the same table.

"You are my elder brother, how can you be called Tiandu." Wen Sui said dryly, and he felt that the explanation was very pale, "If they know that you are so good to me, they will not think like before. My parents sometimes It’s really annoying and disturbing, but in the final analysis, I still hope that I have a good life. I may be thinking too naively, but after all these years, can’t it prove anything?”

Jiang An moved his lips, and finally swallowed the words that came to his lips: "Then go next year."

He used the same method to reply to himself, Wen Sui heard the overtones, but he couldn't refute: "Okay, then next year."

The topic was changed again, Wen Sui glanced at his phone, and Xie Mingzhi sent a WeChat message: Are you still coming back?

Wen Sui chewed the meat in his mouth and tapped the keyboard to reply: Back before dinner

"Advising you?" Jiang An glanced at his phone and made a rough guess.

Wen Sui hummed, and threw the phone aside: "It's only noon now, what's the rush, I'll stay with you in the afternoon."

Jiang An raised his hand and rubbed his lower abdomen, and said in a low voice, "Go back early when you're full, and don't make them angry."

Wen Sui leaned over and kissed the corner of his mouth: "You have to keep sending me messages and reports, once an hour."

"Why have you become so clingy?" Jiang secretly laughed at him, then nodded again, "Okay, I'll stay here today and not go anywhere."

Wen Sui reluctantly got up, put on the jacket handed over, and slowly buttoned it one by one: "Then I'm leaving."

Jiang An sent the man to the door, and watched him walk to the elevator, feeling a faint sense of panic in his heart, as if he would disappear if he took two more steps.He couldn't help calling out: "Sui Sui."

Wen Sui turned around and smiled at him: "What's wrong?"

Jiang An paused for a few seconds, then said softly, "I forgot to say, Happy Chinese New Year."

"Brother, Happy Chinese New Year to you too." The elevator door opened, Wen Sui waved his hand, and walked in.

Instead of going home directly, he took a taxi to the vicinity of No. [-] Middle School, and searched for the keyword "tattoo" on the map.

He had this idea before, and was stopped by Jiang An countless times, but he still wanted to do it. The break in the line in his hand always made him uneasy from time to time, and every time he accidentally saw it, his heart would beat again. .

Sure enough, I found one very quickly. The store manager was a man with a cropped jacket, who was sitting by the window teasing the parrot in the cage.

Wen Sui cut to the chase and said, "I want to get a tattoo, will I still take orders after Chinese New Year?"

"Food money." The store manager is quite familiar, raised his chin and said, "Isn't this waiting for a customer to come, what do you want to get tattooed?"

Wen Sui stretched out his hand from his pocket, and gestured to him: "I want to get a red line tattooed, just follow this marriage line, it's very simple."

"It's weird, there can be a second person tattooing this." The store manager thought it was funny, and said slowly, "There used to be a boy like you who asked me to follow the lines drawn with a red pen. Still laughing at him."

Wen Sui's eyebrows twitched, he took out the group photo on his phone, pointed to the face on the left and asked, "Does it look like this?"

The store manager squinted his eyes for a few seconds, shook his head and said, "Our business only remembers patterns but not faces, and it's been a while, so I really can't remember clearly."

"Isn't it more than half a year ago, not long ago?" Wen Sui thought about asking Jiang An before, and he said that he did it during the summer vacation of his third year of high school.

"Impossible, at least three or four years ago. If it weren't for his special reason, I wouldn't have been so impressed, saying that it is unlucky to say that a broken marriage line is unlucky." The store manager stood up firmly, turned on the computer next to him, "Wait Wait, I'll find out when I look for the order."

With all kinds of patterns turned out, the mouse slides and stops in front of a slender hand, and the time is displayed: June 2015

Wen Sui's heartbeat became heavier, it was in that hot summer, when he was holding Jiang An's hand to draw the line, he came over to follow the tattoo.

More than three years ago, this time breakpoint lingered in my mind, and the more I thought about it, the more painful I felt.

He had asked Jiang An many times before, when did he realize that he liked him.

Every time this topic was brought up, that person was always vague and refused to go into details, just saying that he was young and confused.

Only now did he realize that in those dark days, that person had already silently loved him for a long, long time.It may be more than three or four years, or even longer.

Those words of longing in those letters at the beginning, passing through the time again densely poke the heart, and there is an extra forbearance and hardship, which hurts the internal organs.

"Do you still have the tattoo?" the store manager raised his eyebrows and asked.

Wen Sui nodded slowly, his voice a little hoarse: "Wen, he is the same as him, he is my boyfriend."

The store manager was also stunned, he never expected to be able to eat such a melon after a few years: "Boyfriend? Why didn't you come with him then?"

Wen Sui smiled bitterly: "At that time, we separated soon and didn't see each other for a long time."

The store manager coughed lightly, pointed to the seat next to him, apologized and said, "I'm sorry, if I didn't ask, let's start, it might hurt a little, bear with it."

A thin layer of sweat broke out on Wen Sui's palms. He spread out his palms and watched as the other party came over with a coil machine, and the needles quickly penetrated into the skin.

It was really painful, the vibrating sound of the machine was accompanied by the needle dropping into the flesh again and again, but Wen Sui felt that his heart hurt more than his palm.

I want to go through a long time to hug him who is enduring love, I want to tell him that I have worked hard, I want to tell him not to be sad, and that Sui Sui loves him very much.

The store manager moved very neatly. When he stopped, he glanced at him: "It hurts, my eyes are red."

Wen Sui looked down at the belated red line, clenched it tightly and then loosened it, and sighed, "It hurts."

He paid the money, came out of the shop in a daze, and got back into the car.I heard that it will snow in the last two days, and a gust of cold wind will come in through the open car windows.

Wen Sui wrapped his hands with plastic wrap, touched the newly added marks with his fingertips through the rough surface, and sent a message to Jiang An: I will show you something later in the video

[Jiang]: What?are you home yet?

[Do Not Disturb]: I haven't arrived yet, I was delayed for a while because of something on the road

[Do Not Disturb]: Let me not tell you, surprise

[Jiang]: OK, I'll wait for you

Wen Suixin said that if his brother saw it, he would inevitably be told again, but he still wanted to do it.

Jiang An had suffered before, and he wanted to follow it like a masochistic one. Although it would not be smoothed out no matter what, the more experiences overlapped, the better he would feel in his heart.

The car was parked outside the community, Wen Sui was not in a hurry to go in, waited for more than three hours to remove the plastic wrap, and then slowly walked towards his home.

In winter, the sky gets dark quickly, and it’s still bright when we come out. At this moment, the hazy road can hardly be seen clearly. A row of street lights has been turned on next to it. For the celebration, a large string of red lanterns has been hung up.

Wen Sui entered the house to change his shoes, passed by the dining room, the dishes were already ready and served, it was rare for his parents to be seated in advance.

It's just that today's Xie Mingzhi has no makeup, his lips are very pale, his hair is simply tied behind his head, and he looks much more haggard than usual.

"Mom and Dad, I'm back." Wen Sui greeted, pulled out a chair and sat down opposite.

Xie Mingzhi nodded, and said softly: "It's so late, I'm hungry, let's eat."

Wen Sui raised his eyelids, glanced at the two people on the opposite side, and said suspiciously: "What happened to the company? Why is there such an atmosphere?"

"Nothing happened, everything is normal." Wen Zhongqing glanced at him, hesitated to speak, "Have you been back for many days, and you only thought about going home at the end of the year."

Wen Sui knew he was wrong, so it was rare for him not to choke: "Well, I haven't seen my classmates for a long time, and I've been with them recently."

"Classmate." Wen Zhongqing repeated these two words slowly, and took a sip of the red wine next to him.

The cup was put down forcefully, and a few drops were spilled on the marble table. The wine-red liquid made it look particularly gorgeous.

He licked his lower lip, and couldn't hold it anymore: "Speak up when you have something to say, it's not your style to hide it."

"How long have you been with your partner?" Xie Mingzhi stared into his eyes, clasping the ivory chopsticks with his fingertips, showing a pale white.

Wen Sui looked away, landed on the plate of delicately arranged dishes in front of him, and lowered his voice: "A few months."

Xie Mingzhi's chopsticks fell off, she didn't pick it up, but her voice trembled a little: "You said last time it wasn't that girl, so who is it?"

Wen Sui clenched his palms tightly, probably touching the wound of the tattoo, and the pain was severe: "Didn't you say you can't ask me? You have to find something to do during the Chinese New Year?"

"Are we looking for unhappiness? Huh? Wen Sui?" Wen Zhongqing couldn't bear it anymore, flipped through a few photos and took them on the table. When the wind blew, one of them fell down and slid to Wen Sui's feet.

He looked down, and the scene in the photo was all too familiar. A few days ago, they went to Nanshan Mountain to see the scenery. Among the shadowy treetops, two boys leaned shoulder to shoulder and kissed intimately.

There was a bang, and the whole body was numb from head to toe.

It couldn't be more obvious, just hide from left to right, take every precaution, but when you finally reveal it, it is the most cruel and straightforward.

It felt like the last time I stepped on the ice on the lake carefully, clicked, and fell into it unexpectedly if I didn't pay attention, and there was no room for struggle.

Wen Sui's pupils constricted, and he said in disbelief, "Are you looking for someone to follow me?"

"Is this how we behave in your eyes? The employees in the company accidentally took pictures and thought they looked like you, so they sent them to me by email." Wen Zhongqing lost all expression on his face and said word by word, " We received it three days ago, and you have endured it for three days, but you haven't come home and hang out with Jiang Ansi."

Wen Sui was on fire, and struggled to squeeze out a voice from his throat: "Dad, pay attention to your words, we are in a relationship, don't say it so harshly."

"Sui Sui, I've been thinking about it recently. It was my parents who made a mistake. We made Jiang An move out of the house because of a diary. It was our fault. I'm usually too busy at work to care enough for you, but how can you take revenge like this? us?"

Xie Mingzhi trembled his lips, completely lost his former composure, and regretted, "Do you know what I was thinking these days when I saw the photo? I have been thinking why you have come to this point today, and it's okay to mess around It doesn't matter if you are obedient, there should be a bottom line for rebellion. Your relationship is so inseparable, and I will admit it if you want to go back to before. You two live in a dormitory and we haven't interfered. How can you talk to him?"

"It's not revenge, there's no rebellion, and it's not a whim. We really love each other." Wen Sui rolled his throat, and it was only at this moment that his words became pale.

How to prove it, how to explain it, if he could cut open his heart, he would be exhausted physically and mentally, wishing to take a knife to dissect it on the spot to show his illusory love.

"Break up, let's break up now, you send him a message." Wen Zhongqing strode up, took his mobile phone and threw it in front of him, "It's really ridiculous."

There was still an unread message from Jiang An on the screen, he clicked on the message and clicked on it, the message said: Sui Sui, be good when you get home, don't quarrel with them

Wen Sui was almost devastated by these words, his nose was sore, and his voice choked up: "I don't know."

"I can't control you, can I? I fed him and clothed him, and raised him according to your standards. Do I owe him? His father saved me, so the insurance company should pay for it. I'm sorry. You have raised him for more than ten years, and you haven't treated him badly, right? Now that you've grown up, it's good to just seduce my son..." Every time Wen Zhongqing uttered a word, his face became even more ugly.

"Dad! Stop talking!" Wen Sui interrupted loudly.

"Who opened the mouth first?" Xie Mingzhi grabbed his wrist, his fingertips were almost embedded in his flesh, "Is it Jiang An? He..."

Wen Sui shook his head, switched identities, and finally he was able to sew the pain that Jiang An had tasted densely on himself, and said cruelly: "It's because I have liked him for a long time, it is because I have been separated for a few years and I still can't forget it, it is me." I intentionally took the same major in the same school as him in the college entrance examination. I couldn't bear the impulse to confess first. I was the one who pestered him to be with me. It was me, okay? Are you satisfied?"

The hand holding the wrist was suddenly released, and it slumped to the side. Xie Mingzhi turned his back, covering his forehead in pain.

Wen Zhongqing looked at him coldly, and said loudly: "Don't you think it's absurd? Can you be responsible for your hot-headed impulse now? Gay, Wen Sui! He grew up with Jiang who called him brother every day and secretly messed with him! What do you think! I think you need to calm down, don't go anywhere these days, just stay at home until you figure it out. "

Wen Sui raised his eyes, his eyes were red, but his tone was very stubborn: "Anytime you ask me again, I will always give the same answer."

Wen Zhongqing pursed his lips, raised his hand to put away the phone in front of him, and dragged Wen Sui's wrist to the room on the second floor.He had learned wrestling from Jiang Feng, and even though he was struggling against Wen Sui who had grown up, he dragged and dragged him into the room reluctantly.

As soon as the door was locked, the room was pitch black, Wen Sui slumped and slid down the door panel, hugged his knees tiredly and closed his eyes.

He felt that sometimes he was too greedy, looking for gifts when he was young, wanting guns and swords at the same time, but he didn't have enough pocket money, so he couldn't buy anything.

It's still the same now, if you want to get the family affection you didn't get when you were young, and also want to reconcile and bless your parents and Jiang An, in the end, it may be the same as then, empty-handed, and you can't catch anything.

It seemed that Wen Zhongqing's hand was not pulling his wrist, but wrapped around his neck tightly, making it difficult to breathe.He unconsciously pinched his fingers so that red marks were all over them, but he couldn't feel the pain.

He sat on the ground for a long time, so long that the lights of the houses in the distance were brightly lit up, and so long that the laughter of the family came from the nearby path.

It was a good New Year's Eve, but now it is full of mess. After three years, did I do something wrong again?

Wen Sui felt that he had become the cat in that black box again, running around with his head broken and bloody, and every one of them was a dead end.

He got up from the ground, his knees were bent and numb, and he walked slowly to the small window on the other side of the room.

Looking from the window, fine snow drifted up from the foggy city, which never snowed, and fell from the sky one after another. He saw a familiar figure under the circle of street lights not far away.

He watched as Jiang An was precisely stuck in the monitoring position at home, did not move forward a step, just stood quietly in the wind and looked ahead, with a layer of fine snow piled on top of his head, looking alone in the lively night.

Where did they go wrong, they were just in love, so they had to be so careful.

Wen Sui raised his hand and knocked on the glass window, no more, no less, right three times.

As you said, knock on the glass three times, and you will go upstairs to pick me up.

Hearing the movement, Jiang An raised his eyes to meet his gaze, saw his red eyes and the message he hadn't replied, and understood everything in an instant.

Wen Sui turned on the light in the room, and pressed his palm against the glass, and the newly added red line ran through his palm, exactly the same as the one on the opponent's hand.

He is no longer greedy now, he wants nothing but Jiang An.

Wen Sui sniffed and said softly, "Brother, look, the thread in the palm of your hand is broken, so I'll connect it with my own hands."

Nothing can separate us again, not even the gods.

The author has something to say: Again, we will not break up!There are red envelopes in the comments~