Qinghong

After leaving Burqin, we drove back to Urumqi on the same road. We were in high spirits when we came, but the return journey was a bit sleepy.The happy time is always short, I put the window down and put my elbows on the window to feel the breeze.

Ning Hong consciously slowed down the car, and looked into the distance: "It's going to rain."

Hearing his voice, I looked up and followed his gaze, and there was a thick dark cloud floating in the sky in the distance.The sky was strange, half cloudy and half clear, a lightning flashed in the dark clouds, reflecting the surrounding clouds purple.

Like a snail, the car climbed into the land surrounded by dark clouds. In an instant, thunder roared and heavy rain poured down.

Both Ning Hong and I were caught off guard, and Ning Hong sighed: "This is too fast."

"Yes." I said.

Ning Hong raised the wiper, scraped off the water droplets gathered on the front windshield, and turned on the headlights to illuminate the road ahead.

I stared at the surrounding rain curtain, and suddenly remembered that Ning Qing likes rain.

When it rains, Ning Qing will ask me to hang out for various reasons, such as eating hot pot, eating skewers, or huddling together to smoke.The two of us huddled under the eaves like two swallows, chatting with each other.Ning Qing lowered his head and lit a cigarette, told some short stories about the mission, looked at me with dark eyes, and insisted on making me laugh before giving up.

"Is there an umbrella in the car?" I asked.

Ning Hong replied, "Yes, it's in the back backpack."

"Stop," I said, "I'm going down for a cigarette."

Ning Hong looked at me for a while, then braked slowly. The car stopped on the far right side of the road. I pushed the door, opened the back door in the heavy rain, took out the umbrella from my bag, closed the door and opened it.

Ning Hong ran to my side and hid with me under an umbrella: "Smoking in the rain is really good?"

"Hmm." I held the umbrella in one hand and took out the cigarette case from my pocket with the other. Ning Hong took out a cigarette, lit it, put it in his mouth and took a puff, squinting his eyes and exhaling white mist.

I said, "Give me one."

Ning Hong glanced at me narrowly, my heart tightened, and I was about to refuse, Ning Hong took a puff of cigarette and came closer to kiss me, the smoke flowed between our mouths.Ning Hong poked out his tongue and licked my lips. He was short of breath. He held my umbrella hand with one hand and pressed the other hand against the car door, trapping me in the narrow space between his arms: " Teacher Zou, are you comfortable?"

I put my arms around Ning Hong's waist with my free arms, and when I exerted force, we both fell apart, the umbrella tilted, and the rain splashed our heads and faces.I simply threw the umbrella aside, pressed Ning Hong down and kissed.

The pouring rain blinded people, I was taller than Ning Hong, and I blocked half of the rain for him while kissing.Ning Hong didn't show any weakness, wrapped his arms around my neck, and kissed me indulgently with his head raised.

The rain was getting heavier, and the cold wind blew, and my sanity returned. I let go of Ning Hong, bent down and picked up the umbrella to cover my head, and gave Ning Hong a look: "You are sick."

Ning Hong smacked his lips in recollection, stroked his wet forehead hair, exposed his full forehead, and smiled heartily: "You enjoy it too, don't you?"

I ignored him, watching the long road stretching southward like a black ribbon, I picked up a cigarette, lit it with a "click" with a lighter, inhaled and exhaled, and my mind suddenly became clear.

"Your brother likes rainy days." I said, "One time, it was raining lightly outside, and your brother ran to my door, carrying a bag of fried skewers, and asked me to take two small horses. Eating fried skewers with an umbrella."

"Officer Ning Da invited me to eat this." I walked out the door carrying two horses, "I'm an abalone and sea cucumber, and it's worth your seriousness on the phone."

Ning Qing said awkwardly: "I just want to eat this."

"What else is on your mind besides eating." I found a shaded place and sat down.

Ning Qing sat on the other mat, took out a bunch of grilled mushrooms and gave it to me, he glanced at me: "There are others."

"Thank you." I took a bite of the grilled mushrooms, "It tastes very good, where did you buy it, I will buy it some other day."

"Street stall." Ning Qing said, "The kind with a cart."

"It's a bit strange for us to sit on the side of the road and eat fried skewers on a rainy day." I said, "We should go home and sleep on a rainy day."

"Is it weird?" Ning Qing took a bite of fried crispy bone, "How cool it is on a rainy day."

When I mentioned Ning Qing, Ning Hong had a subtle look in his eyes. He stood beside me with his mouth close to my ear: "You kiss me, thinking about my brother, how does it feel?"

I pushed Ning Hong away and frowned, "Go away." The turmoil in my chest was not only anger, but also the annoyance of being seen through. I smoked a cigarette hastily, put away my umbrella and got into the car, Ren Ninghong Standing in the rain and getting drenched.

From the moment Zou Lansheng said he got out of the car to smoke, Ning Hong felt uncomfortable.

Zou Lansheng missed others, to be precise, he missed his brother.Ning Hong got out of the car behind Zou Lansheng, snatched Zou Lansheng's cigarettes and Zou Lansheng's kiss. He was just about to be delighted by Zou Lansheng's initiative, but he was so angry that his chest was tight at the next sentence of that person.

"Your brother likes rainy days."

Ning Hong almost wanted to swear, Ning Qing likes rainy days, Ning Qing just found an excuse.When he was in school, Ning Qing didn't have this stinking problem of being a young man. When it rained, he wished he could sleep in the dormitory until he didn't know about his personnel. Ning Hong couldn't find him even if he called or sent WeChat.This worked out popping up like a rainy day, crap.

The words slandering Ning Qing circled in Ning Hong's stomach a few times, and almost stopped in his throat, and was swallowed by Ning Hong. He remembered the explanation in Ning Qing's suicide note.Since Ning Qing is his own brother, Ning Hong will save him face for the time being.

Ning Hong looked at the distant emotion in Zou Lansheng's eyes, his teeth were itchy, and he stabbed Zou Lansheng a few words, otherwise he would be too aggrieved: "You kiss me, thinking about my brother, how does it feel?"

Sure enough, Zou Lan exploded, his dark pupils ignited with flames, he frowned and scolded him: "Go away."

Ning Hong couldn't explain the turbulent feelings in his heart, he seemed resentful or wronged, he pursed his lips and remained silent.Zou Lansheng put away his umbrella and sat back in the car, while Ning Hong competed with himself, standing outside the car was chilled by the heavy rain.

Through the car window, I saw Ning Hong's distressed appearance, and the ignited anger was like a punctured balloon, deflated and only a few fragments remained. I sighed helplessly, opened the car door, and opened my arms to Ning Hong: "Come here .”

Ning Hong looked at me resentfully, rubbed his eyes in embarrassment, his previous dead skin and shameless energy disappeared completely, and he insisted on not moving.

It was raining heavily, and if the stalemate continued like this, both of us would get wet and sick. I held up an umbrella and walked to Ning Hong to block the rain for him: "I'm sorry."

Ning Hong's eyes were slightly red, and he sniffed: "Can you stop mentioning my brother in front of me."

I was silent for a moment and said, "Okay."

Ning Hong hugged me, his arms trembling slightly: "I'll play with you even on rainy days, and treat you to fried skewers."

I laughed and patted Ning Hong on the back: "Actually, I prefer to sleep at home when it rains."

"I'll accompany you, you can do anything." Ning Hong said, his voice was weak, "What are we now?"

The question I have been evading has finally been brought up on the chopping board. These days I am trying to give an accurate definition of my relationship with Ning Hong. What are we, are we dating?I don't think so.I firmly believe that I like Ning Qing, but I can't figure out how I feel about Ning Hong, I kiss him, hug him, play with him, I feel safe, comfortable and happy.

However, no one knows how long this relationship can last. Maybe the trip is over and we return to our respective life tracks. The seven-day trip to Kanas is just a beautiful dream.

"I don't know," I said, and I let go, "If you don't want to, I can..."

"No, don't." Ning Hong grabbed my arm, "Let's try, anyway, none of us likes a living person."

"Try what?" I asked.

Ning Hong said: "If the two of us meet someone we really like, we can terminate this relationship." He squeezed my cuff tightly, looking nervous, "What do you think?"

I thought about it, a relationship that is more free than love is new, I nodded: "Okay." This kind of agreement is like a vague thread, which can not only divert the pain of my missing Ning Qing, but also maintain the current situation. This kind of false happiness, why not do it.

Ning Hong shrank his shoulders: "You drive, I'll wipe your hair."

I stuffed him with the umbrella, stared at the rain, walked around to the right side of the vehicle, opened the cab door and sat in, fastened my seat belt.

Ning Hong sat in the co-pilot with his head down, wondering what he was thinking.