tall rose

Chapter 17 XVII

On the first day of the holiday, Xia Zang got up and put on his clothes, with an arm draped over his shoulder.

Yang Sheng yawned in confusion, and said, "Brother, I'll be back around two o'clock in the afternoon."

It seems that he is used to telling him the itinerary.

"Sleep more?" Xia Zang asked with his face turned.

Suddenly, I found that I was very close, and my breathing was within easy reach.

But Yang Sheng didn't notice it, and leaned forward with half-closed eyes, touching his forehead.

"No more sleep."

Obviously still confused.

Xia Zang laughed, "What do you want for breakfast?"

"Baozi." The two words purred like a cat.

Then Xia Zang's forehead felt cold, and the person in front of him immediately sat up straight, retracting his arms, "I'm sorry, brother, I fell asleep!"

"It's okay." Xia Zang still smiled, but his face turned a little red unconsciously, "You want to eat buns, don't you?"

Um, so what the hell did he do...

Yang Sheng unbuttoned his pajamas in a daze, leaned over to the edge of the bed and grabbed his coat, and before he could figure out what he had just done, he gave Shang Xia Zang another faint look.

Just now Xia Zang glanced at his exposed back.

Oh hoo, it's happening again.

Yang Sheng scolded himself for not being smart enough, why did he do some confusing behavior together?

"Your birthmark is quite large." Xia Zang said with downcast eyes.

"Well... there's no way, it's natural." Yang Sheng hurriedly put on his clothes and explained vaguely.

Fortunately, Xia Zang didn't ask any more questions.

Wash your face, brush your teeth, go out, Xia Zang said, they went to have breakfast together, and then Yang Sheng went home and he went back to the rented house.

The corridor is still a little dark, even if you get used to walking, you can't help but be careful.

Watching the road, looking at it and then not talking, went to the breakfast stall downstairs and ordered each in silence.

Embarrassment... just embarrassment.

Yang Sheng couldn't help thinking that if he had to be more nervous, the air wouldn't be still at this moment.

Brother, can you make a sound?

Yang Sheng raised his head weakly, while Xia Zang buried his head in eating the steamed stuffed bun, motionless like a mountain.

Well, as long as I eat the buns calmly, no one will find me embarrassed.

Yang Sheng realized it and immediately executed it.

After finishing eating, Xia Zang put down his chopsticks and reached for a tissue, "Then I won't see you off."

With a calm tone and a normal demeanor, Yang Sheng nodded his head, "Okay, brother, go and do your work."

Today's weather is good, it is suitable for removing the quilt cover, washing and drying.

And it did last for over a month.

I stuffed the quilt cover and pillowcase into the washing machine, closed the lid and pressed the switch, and then walked out of the bathroom shaking my arms.

Looking at the mess on the bed, Xia Zang consciously sat down on the low stool beside the bed, and took a look at the coil book on the table at hand.

Wait until the quilt cover is dry at night before tidying up the bed, and Yang Sheng will be there at that time.

The coil book is just an ordinary coil book, without formulas or notes, and each page is a fragmentary poem that Xia Zang has copied from the bookstore in the past two years.

He also bought a collection of bound poems, but he found it boring after flipping through a few pages, so he went to the major bookstores or libraries in the county in his spare time, even if he sometimes stayed in the library all day and only copied a sentence or two. also.

"Grass, mountains, rivers and sky

into my blood

Right now, I'm waiting for them

Drug-induced seizures

because of the grass,

I feel like my whole body is starting to turn green

due to the mountains

My heart is full of abyss and mist

because of the river,

My feet are rounded

every pebble on the road

Still inquiring about the whereabouts of the sea

I feel

I seem to have become blue and boundless

on the eyes and fingertips

Inhabited by countless stars. "

It was written by Marin Solescu, but Xia Zang didn't pay attention when transcribing it, and the nationality of the author was omitted.

However, he likes this poem very much, and he will unconsciously recite it several times when he reads it, but he may not have settled down to memorize it, so he has not memorized it completely.

The title of this poem is also very interesting, "Poison".

After reading it, I feel a little poisoned.

The washing machine stopped spinning, Xia Zang put down the coil book, got up and rolled up his sleeves resignedly.

Get the quilt cover.

The weather is fine today, suitable for watching TV for a while.

Although I don't know any good shows in this time period.

Holding the remote control in his hand, Yang Sheng searched back and forth, only to freeze on an animation channel.

The younger sister who was crawling to his side really stopped and stared at the screen unblinkingly, licking her fingers.

Yang Sheng subconsciously sat on the edge of the sofa.

This has all been internalized into a subconscious behavior, and it is clear that he is not the kind of person who hates human cubs.

Sunlight flooded the room through the floor-to-ceiling windows. Yang Sheng grabbed the pillow at hand and hugged him, staring at a pair of little sparrows jumping on the iron railing outside the window.

No one interfered, the pair of little creatures frolicked on their own for a long time before flying away in a fluttering manner.

Yang Sheng pressed his eyebrows that were sore from the sunlight, and his mother came over with a sliced ​​cantaloupe.

"You are really a guest." The mother put down the plate, sat on the other side of the sofa, and hugged the younger sister who was concentrating on watching TV.

"I can't help it, it's important to review." Yang Sheng said casually, "Go back to school in the afternoon."

"Is the living expenses enough?" The mother touched a piece of cantaloupe and fed it to the younger sister's mouth.

But the younger sister took only one or two bites of the flesh in the middle, and the mother ate the rest.

Yang Sheng turned his face away, and continued to wait for something to come out of the window, he said: "Uncle gave me the tuition for nearly a semester, and it's all in the card."

"Oh, is Xiao Zang easy to get along with?" Mother asked again.

"Of course my brother is easy to get along with." Yang Sheng accentuated the word "my brother", and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl up.

When it comes to Xia Zang, he will still be filled with joy from the bottom of his heart.

"But it's not my real brother, you'd better pay attention." Mother said.

When Yang Sheng turned his head, his mother was taking the second piece of cantaloupe for his younger sister.

Isn't the younger sister considered dear?He wanted to say that, but he was barely an obedient son, so he just said "oh" and didn't say anything else.

"Did you take the exam recently? How did you do?" asked the mother.

These questions seem to have been prepared in the script, but when the mother read it, there was no fluctuation in tone.

After all, my mother is not considered a very good actor, she just managed to trick my uncle.

But uncle...it's not hard to deceive, if you bow your head a little bit softly, and flatter a few words, you don't know the north, south, east, west, and north.

"I just finished the test yesterday, so I guess it will take a while for the results." Yang Sheng leaned back on the sofa, "I think I did well in the test this time."

"You are, overconfident." The mother looked at him, frowning slightly, "Beware of arrogance and impetuosity, I have taught you this since childhood."

"Well, you taught me to endure humiliation." Yang Sheng smiled, his back molars were a little sore, "I'll go get some water."

Yang Sheng was actually a little afraid of the water dispenser, even though he knew that the water heated by the water dispenser was only tens of degrees Celsius, far below the temperature of boiling water.

But as soon as he thought of the hot water falling down his back like rain, even the fabric on the back at this moment began to heat up slightly, and even the sticky skin and flesh could not be torn off.

Taking a deep breath, Yang Sheng pulled down the cold water faucet of the water dispenser, poured a full glass of water, and drank it.

The sticky hotness on his back disappeared, and Yang Sheng knew that the scar was still there.

It's just not painful or uncomfortable.

Living in Xia Zang's place, the two of them have been sharing large portions of bottled water for a long time; they are both boys, and they don't maintain their health, so it's okay to drink cold water all day long.

But fortunately, I didn't have such a strange psychological reaction when taking a bath. Well, I guess it's because taking a bath with hot water is more comfortable.

And Yang Sheng knew that in order to be able to enjoy this comfort, he had overcome and practiced hundreds of times.

So sometimes I think, why did that man die so easily?

"Yang Sheng, don't do this." Boss Lu's voice rang in his ears.

Yang Sheng came back to his senses, the background sound of the cartoon was very noisy.

I know it can't be like this, but what can I do?

Even the well-informed Boss Lu couldn't give him a reasonable answer.

So Yang Sheng shattered himself into thousands of pieces, the pain was divided into tens of thousands of parts unequally, and so was the pressure.

At least it doesn't need to be accumulated in one place, which becomes a huge hidden danger.

As if to prove the effectiveness of this method, Yang Sheng forced himself to pour half a cup of hot water.

After taking a sip, it was a little hot, and immediately poured another half a glass of cold water.

Warm, not tasty.

"Uncle won't come back at noon?" Yang Sheng calmed down and returned to the sofa.

"Well, he has dinner at noon." The mother replied, the younger sister had eaten enough cantaloupe, broke away from her embrace, and staggered towards Yang Sheng.

"Brother." She pounced on him and shouted in a childish voice.

Subconsciously, Yang Sheng still wanted to avoid it, but raised his eyes to meet his mother's gaze.

Here again, that sad and hopeful gaze.

So Yang Sheng couldn't dodge, and was thrown into his arms by the little milk dumpling.

It was a small ball, not heavy, and Yang Sheng easily lifted her up.

Naituanzi giggled, seeming very satisfied with such a game.

The mother said leisurely: "It's better for brother and sister to get closer."

Yang Sheng didn't answer her, and said to himself that it's a good thing he doesn't hate children very much.

Otherwise, throw her in the trash can with your backhand.

"Yang Sheng!"

OK, OK, I see, Boss Lu.

Don't make noise, don't shout, you really think you are my dad.

Yang Sheng came back quite early, Xia Zang took out his phone in a daze, and it was only one o'clock, but the alarm he set didn't ring.

In order to get a good night's sleep, Xia Zang deliberately closed the curtains to block the harsh afternoon sun.

So when Yang Sheng came in with the door, he could only see a faint shadow clearly.

Then the shadow fell lightly to the side of the bed, Xia Zang sat up and said in a hoarse voice, "You're back?"

Yang Sheng seemed to be nodding his head, Xia Zang rubbed his eyes but couldn't see clearly.

All he knew was that he leaned forward, making a gesture of hugging.

But only stagnated in such a posture.

Being very close, even if the light is not very good, Xia Zang can still see Yang Sheng's wet eyes like black grapes, and the beads of sweat sliding across his jawline.

As if the sky wasn't clear outside, he was drenched in the rain for no reason.

Xia Zang asked softly, "What's wrong?"

The moment he asked, the wet little fox turned his head, "No, it's nothing, I'm going to wash my face."

But Xia Zang grabbed his wrist and asked repeatedly: "What's wrong?"

Yang Sheng's Adam's apple twitched, he turned his face away, the corner of his mouth slightly opened, and said, "Brother, give me a hug."

The ending sound is stained with a bit of aggrieved crying.

Xia Zang easily pulled him forward, and put his arms around him.

Perhaps it was too hot to come back from the outside, and the clothes behind were all wet.

"Did something happen at home?" Xia Zang asked, the wet and thin cloth allowed him to indirectly touch the large area of ​​birthmark, which was a hideous lump raised on the skin.

He obviously felt that Yang Sheng trembled when he stroked his palm.

But in the end, she nestled into his arms without struggling.

"No." Yang Sheng seemed to make such denials habitually, and Xia Zang frowned.

But he heard him laughing at himself and added: "It's me who is hypocritical."

"Yang Sheng." Xia Zang shouted.

"Huh?" Yang Sheng raised half of his face, and there was some light in his eyes.

Xia Zang smiled: "It's all right."

"It's okay." Yang Sheng also laughed, and his tone became lively.

"However, brother, what about the quilt cover?"

"It's hanging outside, take it back at night, and you are responsible for covering it."

"Eh? I won't!"

"Neither would I."

"Then, well, I'll come and I will."

Yang Sheng slowly let go of the hug with Xia Zang, and said, "I'll go wash my face first."

So after half a day, what the hell is he doing!

Sticking with Xia Zang, fighting with Xia Zang, rubbing against Xia Zang.

Fortunately, his brother didn't find him so annoying.

Ahhh, is it puberty?No, he is almost eighteen, where did he come from puberty!

The author has something to say:

For some reason, two glutinous rice dumplings sticking to each other appeared in my mind...