kiss goodnight

The Mercedes-Benz turned off the engine and merged into the quiet Moli community. In the evening, the afterglow reflected a light red on the glass windows. Wen Ke's hands holding the cigarette lightly rested on the steering wheel, and his shirt cuffs were rolled up to his forearms. The whole person seemed to hide in the car calmly. In the darkness, the calmness, composure, and composure that had always been maintained was collapsing silently.

Two years ago, Wen Ke browsed a few videos circulating on the Internet, unsightly, explicit, full of abuse and slander, endless ridicule and sarcasm, keyboard warriors never tired of digging deep, obscene , Sharing, behind this, how much Jiang Yian has endured, he found that he still dare not think about it.

What kind of darkness did those slender and white hands and that pure and kind heart have experienced before they were forced to take up sharp weapons and desperately wanted to fight the enemy to the end.

The calm and composure accumulated over the years in the world suddenly dissipated at this moment. There was bottomless hatred in Wen Ke's eyes. He rubbed the cigarette into his palm, and briefly dispelled the indelible anger with the burning pain.

In the silence there was a loud bang of the car door closing, Wen Ke stepped into the unit building in twos and threes, and in a blink of an eye on the fourth floor, while standing still, 403 lightly opened a crack in the door, revealing Jiang Yian's bright eyes.

"Why did you stay downstairs for so long?" He asked as he welcomed Wen Ke into the room, "I've been looking at you, but you didn't even look up at me."

There was a stack of white paper spread out on the coffee table, with a few lines of scrawled words on it. Wen Ke looked down and guessed it was the lyrics of a new song.Taking advantage of his absence, Jiang Yi'an made a pot of pear soup when he had nothing to do, and brought a bowl to Wen Ke. He explained: "I'm a little bored at home, so I just write to pass the time."

Turn on the TV, and the evening news was playing on the screen. Jiang Yi'an slid into the gap between the sofa and the coffee table, grabbed a handful of pistachios, and asked Wen Ke, "Would you like to eat them? I'll peel them for you."

Wen Ke nodded, took a sip of pear soup to warm his stomach, watched Jiang Yi'an take out a paper towel and spread it out, dragged the trash can to his side, and acted seriously.

TV, hot soup, snacks, two people next to each other, Wen Ke swallowed half a pear, sweetness remained between his teeth, and his heart was soft.

The dim lighting in the living room made the atmosphere warm and ambiguous, and Wen Ke suddenly said in a deep voice, "I'm sorry, Yi'an."

Jiang Yi'an stared at the pistachio on his fingertips, and asked, "What's wrong?"

Wen Ke said, "Be patient."

Putting his hands lightly on each other's armpits, Wen Ke hugged him onto the sofa, and he sat back, leaving the seat in front of him to Jiang Yi'an.The back and chest were tightly fitted, and the hot breath caressed the ears. Wen Ke tightened the arms around Jiang Yi'an's waist, his body trembling in his arms, and his stiff limbs showed a bit of embarrassment and unnaturalness.

Wen Ke closed his eyes, his nostrils were filled with the smell of Jiang Yi'an's body, he restrainedly pressed his forehead to the back of his neck: "Do you feel uncomfortable?"

With nails embedded in the flesh, Jiang Yi'an said softly, "No."

Under the soft and dim light, Wen Ke felt Jiang Yi'an's warm and cool skin, and after a few seconds, he heard him say again, "If it's you, it's fine."

Jiang Yi'an forced himself to adapt and relax in the hot hug, he slightly bent his back, and met Wen Ke's chest full of security with the most suitable arc.After hesitating for a long time, he said hoarsely, "Would you... mind my... things?"

With a trembling voice and an unsure tone, he asked cautiously, his heart seemed to be clenched, Wen Ke said, "I only care if you think so."

Jiang Yianhong lowered her head, voluntarily opened her heart, and said honestly: "Actually, I'm quite scared."

Wen Ke said nothing, waiting for his next words.Jiang Yi'an sniffed: "I'm afraid you will leave one day."

He couldn't hide his sincerity, because of his trust in Wen Ke, he chose to confess everything——

"I don't care much about the gossip anymore."

"I can also walk alone in the sun."

"I have tried to peel off the past, and want to start over with your present and future."

"It's just that I can do this because of the premise of 'you are by my side'." Jiang Yi'an bit his lips hard, holding back the moisture from the corners of his eyes, "I may...will be more dependent on you in the future than you are to me. , I really have nothing to bring you, except for making music, I'm really a boring person."

"Yi'an." Wen Ke turned his head and rested his chin on his shoulder, his lips and teeth were very close to his ears, "I will tell you about my past."

Jiang Yi'an poked his hand: "OK."

"I never met my father before. In the eyes of other children, I was a bastard without a father in my childhood." Wen Ke told his own story in a flat tone, "I live a very closed life, and I don't want to be with you. I don’t want to communicate with others, and I don’t want to have any contact with the outside world. This state lasted until the third year of high school. I worked in a video store. I sat in a sunny corner all afternoon, wearing headphones, and listened to the three albums you wrote. .”

Jiang Yi'an frowned distressedly.

Wen Ke smiled. The 29-year-old man was always a little embarrassed to reveal his small thoughts when he was a teenager: "I like your voice very much, I appreciate your works, and I look forward to seeing you on the stage again. you."

Jiang Yi'an said: "When others praise me, I accept it generously. If you praise me, I always feel a little embarrassed."

Wen Ke: "Blushing?"

Jiang Yi'an: "I don't know, can you take a look?"

Wen Ke turned his head sideways: "It's okay."

Jiang Yi'an: "That may not be so embarrassing."

The night outside the house was spreading, and inside the house were two people talking warmly. After the light laughter, Wen Ke hugged him even tighter, and he solemnly said: "Yi'an, you have already come in my life."

All of a sudden, Jiang Yi'an's nasal cavity was sore, and he couldn't help biting his lips.

Wen Ke was cheek to cheek with him: "Your life, let's work hard together, shall we?"

In the hospital corridor, only an incandescent lamp was lit in the nurse's duty room behind the guiding desk. Wen Ke carried a bucket of pear soup in his hand and looked in through the narrow glass on the door. Duan Yang, who was lying on the hospital bed, was motionless Staring at the ceiling, muttering something in his mouth.

Wen Ke knocked on the door and entered, listened, and asked with a smile, "Are you hungry?"

After Duan Yang finished reciting a long list of recipes, he lamented: "I can't eat this, and I can't eat that. I plan to feed myself with my thoughts."

Wen Ke unscrewed the thermos, poured out a bowl of steaming pear soup, and put a straw to Duan Yang's pillow: "Taste it."

"The boss still loves me." Duan Yang pouted and shrunk his cheeks, not forgetting to take the opportunity to complain, "Han Xiaojun and the others went too far, eating braised pork in front of me, I woke up smelling the smell, it was inhuman! There are still two bites to eat."

Wen Ke raised the corners of his lips, and after Duan Yang finished drinking the soup, he took the bowl and moved the seat closer, put a magazine on Erlang's upturned lap, and said, "Hurry up and go to sleep."

Duan Yangsheng said unrequitedly, "I've been asleep all day."

Wen Ke: "Close your eyes and rest your mind."

Duan Yang: "Alright then."

In the first half of the night, the sheep alone counted nearly a thousand. Duan Yang tried his best to avoid any sleepiness. He opened his eyes, thinking about how to hypnotize himself, his eyeballs rolled around, and his gaze It fell on Wen Ke: "Boss, I want to listen to songs."

Wen Ke raised his eyes: "Which song?"

Duan Yang recalled: "Just... the one I listened to in your dormitory before."

Wen Ke took out his phone and slid open the screen, and put a bluetooth headset into Duan Yang's ear.In a few seconds, the clear voice sang the words cleanly, halfway through a song, Duan Yang said: "Boss, this person's voice is really nice."

Wen Ke responded with a smile: "Yes."

Duan Yang: "The melody of the guitar is also very beautiful."

He lifted the quilt up to his chin, faced the starlight outside the window, calmed down and hummed for a while.Jiang Yi'an was singing "Dream tonight, I will meet you", Duan Yang memorized the last line, so he opened his mouth and overlapped with this beautiful tone——

"May we all be lucky in the future."

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