Qinghong

"You go out." I said.

The quilt on the bed arched a big bag, and the big bag shook: "No."

"..." I took a deep breath, calmed down, and could not break the criminal law, "If you don't go, I will go." I picked up the air-conditioning blanket, and a corner of the blanket was grabbed by Ning Hong's outstretched hand: "Don't, this is you Home."

"You still know this is my house?" I squinted at him, "Release."

"The bed is so big, half of you and half of me, I promise not to cross the line." He raised his right hand solemnly, "I swear."

"Hehe." I sneered, "I believe you have ghosts." I pushed his hand away and walked out of the bedroom with the blanket in my arms.

Ning Qing was the first to let me sleep on the sofa in my own home, and Ning Hong was the second. I must have owed the Ning brothers a lot of money in my previous life, otherwise, how could the two of them hustle and bustle me one after another in this life.

I flattened the back of the sofa to turn it into a sofa bed, turned on the air conditioner in the living room, and just sat down, Ning Hong leaned on the bedroom door in a daze: "How wide is this sofa bed?"

"1.5 meters." I said vigilantly, "I can't sleep the two of us."

"Oh." Ning Hong nodded lightly, "I'm going to bed."

"Hurry up and get out." I said angrily, lying flat on the sofa bed and covering it with a blanket.

The sofa bed is no better than a solid bed. It creaks and squeaks when you turn over, and you can't sleep well.

I dreamed of Ning Qing, holding a geography encyclopedia, sitting cross-legged next to me in pajamas, pointing to a photo with his slender fingers: "When you have summer vacation, let's go play here."

"Where?" I leaned over to look.

"Here." Ning Qing said, "Kanas Lake." He read out the introduction under the photo, "A fairyland on earth, a garden of God."

"Okay, I remember this place, there are water monsters." I said.

"Yes." Ning Qing's side face was exceptionally peaceful, her freshly washed hair was damp, and the mint scent of the shampoo wafted through, making it fresh and clean.

I stared at his side face, the bright black pupils, the straight bridge of the nose, the moist lips, the sharp jawline, the light outlined his outline, and I couldn't help getting closer to him.

"Wow." He turned a page of the book, and his voice brought back my reason. I pursed my lips and forcibly retreated, feeling regretful and empty in my heart.

Ning Qing's figure gradually became transparent, he never raised his head to look at me, and the encyclopedia fell to the sofa cushion.The back of my head was numb, and I felt my heart was being torn in two. When I opened my eyes, Ning Hong was curled up on the side of the sofa bed, his shoulders hanging in the air, and he was about to fall.

I stared blankly at Ning Hong for a moment, then sat up, my back covered in cold sweat.

My movement caused the sofa bed to vibrate, Ning Hong propped himself up and looked at me dreamily.

The night was solidified, Ning Hong's outline overlapped with Ning Qing's in my eyes, my crumpled heart stretched open, and the scene of Ning Qing's disappearance was repeatedly replayed in my mind.

"You..." Ning Hong reached out and touched my wet forehead.

The tense strings in my mind broke suddenly, and I pulled him into my arms, as if hugging him, and I kept Ning Qing who had disappeared.

Ning Hong slammed into Zou Lansheng's arms, and the other party's heart beat extremely fast, thump, thump, thump, like a war drum urging him to death.Ning Hong's ear was pressed against Zou Lansheng's neck, his whole body was stiff, and he guessed that Zou Lansheng must have had a nightmare.

"Why do you..." Ning Hong asked, before finishing his sentence, Zou Lansheng interrupted him roughly: "Quiet, let me hug you for a while."

Zou Lansheng's hands were very regular, like a pair of chains around Ning Hong's waist, the rapid heartbeat slowed down, boom, boom, boom.

There was only a moment to lose my mind, and complex emotional changes filled my head, from the false stability to the annoyance after waking up, I let go: "I'm sorry." I'm sorry for treating you as Ning Qing.

Ning Hong asked inexplicably, "Did you have a nightmare?"

"Yeah." I responded and picked up the blanket, "Go to bed and sleep, I'll be with you."

Ning Hong's eyes lit up: "Okay." He probably had enough of the wobbly sofa bed.

Back on the solid wooden bed, I closed my eyes and fell asleep. It was the dream just now, the same scene, but a different plot.

Ning Qing sat cross-legged beside me, holding a geography encyclopedia: "When you have summer vacation, let's go here to play."

"Where?" I asked.

"Here." Ning Qing said, "Kanas Lake, a fairyland on earth, a garden of gods."

"Okay, I remember this place, there are water monsters." I said.

"Yes." Ning Qing lowered her head, turned over a page of the book, and asked casually, "What kind of person do you like?"

You, I thought to myself, I like you, but I said, "You're a good fit."

Ning Qing bent her eyes: "Do I suit your eyes?"

"Okay, okay." I said stutteringly.

"Then why don't you kiss me?" Ning Qing turned her head to look at me, her eyes were clear, and there was clearly a small brown mole under her left eye.

He is not Ning Qing, but Ning Hong.

Opening his eyes for the second time, the sky was slightly bright, and Ning Hong lay obediently on the other side of the bed, sleeping soundly.

I was frightened twice in a row, I didn’t feel sleepy, turned over and got out of bed, took out cold water from the refrigerator and poured it into my stomach, the air-conditioning froze through my brain, guilt bubbling, what happened in the middle of the night reminded me——

I regard Ning Hong as the antidote.

It is obviously an extremely wrong treatment method, but it is unexpectedly useful.

The heart-wrenching longing was deceived by the similar face, and reason could not stop the panic-stricken emotions. Although I was extremely reluctant to admit that Ning Hong was Ning Qing's substitute, I told myself the difference between Ning Hong and Ning Qing many times, but...

In the final analysis, I am just an ordinary person, trying to break free from the sweet trap of self-deception, but I am cowardly, blindfolded, I will make mistakes, and I will treat pearls as emeralds, and ask for peace of mind.

I gripped the handle of the cup tightly, and the bottom of the cup lightly tapped on the table, making a tiny thud.

"Can't sleep?" Ning Qing once teased me, "Teacher, you don't look good when you frown."

I stretched my brows and casually found a reason: "I'm thirsty, get up and drink water."

"Oh, I'm thirsty too." Ning Qing walked in front of me, picked up the water glass in my hand, and drank it up, "You still said you haven't seen the sunrise." He looked at the dawn sky outside the kitchen window, "The sun is coming out soon."

He stared intently at the scenery outside the window, and I used my gaze to describe the reflection in his eyes.

I don't know how many times I thought of Ning Qing, I forcibly pulled myself away from the memory, and my eyes fell on the empty restaurant and kitchen, and the bright white sky outside the window.

"Can't sleep?" Ning Hong appeared at the door of the bedroom, rubbing his eyes tiredly, "Aren't you sleepy?"

"Thirsty, I'll come out and drink some water." I said.

"I'm thirsty too." Ning Hong muttered, walked straight in front of me, picked up the water glass on the table, raised his head to drink it, and let out a refreshing breath.

I took another glass of water: "Do you still drink?"

"I'm full." His eyes struggled to focus, his mouth kept yawning, and he looked sleepy. He naturally grabbed my wrist, "Sleep." After speaking, he staggered back to the bedroom, He fell into a deep sleep on the bed.

I followed his steps to the bedside, and turned him over without a word, lest his mouth and nose sink into the pillow and suffocate himself to death.

Falling asleep for the third time, without dreaming, sleeping in the darkness until ten o'clock, I opened my eyes, Ning Hong sat on the bed and looked at me seriously, I asked: "What's the matter?"

"You hugged me yesterday." Ning Hong said.

"No." I subconsciously refused.

"Yes, you had a nightmare and then..." He explained, for fear that I would not be able to remember the embarrassing scene last night.

"I don't remember." I said, "I'm confused, dreams and memories are mixed together, do you remember wrongly?"

"Ah?" Ning Hong scratched his head, "You really don't know?"

I shook my head decisively.

Ning Hong said hesitantly: "But I..." His voice became weaker and weaker, "Maybe it happened in my dream..."

Poor and cute, I couldn't help laughing: "I think about it every day, and I dream about it at night. What do you pretend to be in your head every day?"

Ning Hong looked at me suspiciously, pursed his lips and said nothing.

"What's for breakfast?" I quickly changed the subject, "I'll make fried eggs."

"I bought fried buns." Ning Hong said, "I put them on the dining table."

"Okay." I got out of bed and stepped on my slippers and walked into the bathroom for routine washing.

After tidying myself up, I sat at the dining table, picked up a steamed bun, opened the screen of my phone, and checked WeChat messages.Except for Ning Hong, there are not many people who are free to chat with me on a daily basis. The circle of friends is full of purchasing agency advertisements, eating, drinking and having fun, and posting baby records.Among them, Xia Xianxian posted a post about an ice cream truck decorated with clouds, Xiao Ke and Xia Xianxian huddled together in the same photo, smiling slightly, their eyes sparkling, they could see happiness and satisfaction.

I turned off my phone in relief, and ate the decoction in my hand. Ning Hong handed me a cup of soy milk: "It tastes like red dates."

"Thank you." I took a sip of soy milk, Ning Hong turned and went to the bedroom, walked out with a suitcase and a backpack, and put it against the wall.

After eating, I washed my hands, checked the ID card and bank card in the bag, and after confirming that there was no problem, I said: "Let's go, let's go."

"Let's go!" Ning Hong excitedly pulled up the suitcase and went to the entrance to change his shoes.

I looked at him: "Where's your backpack?"

"I put it in the box." Ning Hong said, "Put it together to save trouble."

"Okay." I was used to Ning Hong's self-assessment, "It's up to you."

We arrived at the airport by subway for 10 minutes, went through the check-in, passed the security check, and sat in the waiting hall. Ning Hong suddenly asked, "Why do you want to go to Kanas?"

Because Ning Qing wanted to go, I was like a fool fetching water from a bamboo basket and worked hard to realize Ning Qing's idea before his death.

Huge floor-to-ceiling windows, the flights take off and land outside the window, like small model planes, I said: "Because it is written in the book, Kanas, a fairyland on earth, and a garden of God." I can tell him bluntly, because Ning Qing wants to go , but I changed the euphemism to cover up my hypocritical and distorted thoughts.

"Really." Ning Hong searched Kanas on his phone, "Which hotel did you book?"

"Lichang Villa." I said, "In the scenic area, the conditions are quite good."

"Found it." Ning Hong patted my shoulder and teased, "Teacher Zou, you've lost your money."

"It's hard to travel far and spend money for experience, it's worth it." I said.

The money should have been spent on this journey, the destination has not changed, but the accompanying person has changed.