Sheng Wang doesn't actually cry.
Every time the tip of his nose became sore, he would open his eyes or raise his head, and after a while, the excess water vapor would smear down, and he blinked a few times more quickly, and the tension was relieved. Only the end of the eye will be flushed with a touch of red.
Jiang Tian has seen him like this, and he has only seen him like this. A long time ago I heard Sheng Mingyang mention that it was not a big deal as long as his son didn't cry. Looking at Sheng Wang's habit, I'm afraid there will be no "big things" after childhood. Even if his emotions are extreme, his eyes will only turn red.
But this time, Jiang Tian kissed Sheng Wang's eyes, but tasted salty lips. In his more than 20 years of life, he has lost a lot of things, and has experienced a lot of "lost". "Lost and found" is the first time.
It turned out that the taste was salty, wet, turbulent and sour.
Sheng Wang's mind is empty, but his heart is full. He was led by Jiang Tian, followed him back to his residence in a confused way, and went upstairs into the house.
He was pressed against the door, almost breathless.
Jiang Tian looked cold, but his kisses were always gentle. Even with the youthful agitation at the beginning, it was only intimacy and intolerable. But today was different. He kissed deeply and deeply as if he was confirming some kind of existence.
Sheng Wang once thought that if he didn't do it for too long, he would not know where to start, and if he hadn't seen him for too long, he would have nothing to say.
It wasn't until he moved away slightly, tilted his head and took a breath, and grabbed the back of Jiang Tian's neck to chase and kiss as he did, he realized that people's memory is far stronger than he imagined. Too.
Even if he's drunk, unresponsive, and overwhelmed, there will be muscle memory that will take him, like seventeen or eighteen years old, to chase and respond to the person he likes, like a deep-rooted instinct.
My bones say, I still love you.
"Wangzi." Jiang Tian separated slightly, his eyes fell from his half-opened eyes, and there was a little light in the confusion. His voice was very low, and it sounded in the quiet night, which made people feel sour, "Can we get along well?"
When he was young, he always had to wait for what he wanted to do and say, thinking that it was rational maturity. Waiting for Utopia, waiting for Shengwang to figure it out, waiting for sober up, waiting for you to grow up...
Later, he finally realized that the world is always changing, and no one knows what will happen in the next moment, just like the phrase "We'll talk later" at the corner of the stairs when he turned 18, who would have thought that they would be late one night so many years.
He didn't want to wait a second longer now.
Sheng Wang was stunned for a long time, then nodded heavily. His demeanor was still drunk, his reaction was a little slow, and he seemed extraordinarily straightforward and serious. After nodding his head, he lowered his eyes again, showing a look of frustration: "But I'm not the same as before, many people say that."
His drooping thumb pinched the other knuckles and began to make small unconscious movements again. He wanted to say "you can wait a while and watch". In the end, before I could speak, I heard Jiang Tian say "um": "I heard that there are many more people who like you than in high school."
Sheng Wang was a little confused and wanted to say that I didn't mean that. If he was sober on weekdays, he would have reacted immediately. Jiang Tian was so smart, how could he not know what he wanted to say. It's a pity that he is still drunk and can only stare at each other blankly.
Until Jiang Tian said again: "Then it's my turn to chase, you decide whether to agree or not."
"Forget it." Sheng Wang said frustratedly. He was silent for a moment, then muttered in a low voice, "I don't want to."
His tone and demeanor were clearly the same as when he was seventeen or eighteen, which made people want to tease him for no reason. But Jiang Tian was full of distress at this time, just looked at him quietly, then lowered his head and gently pecked at the end of his eyes, cheeks, and corners of his lips.
Sheng Wang was so tickled by him that he couldn't help but respond.
If it weren't for the fact that something furry had arched their legs, Sheng Wang was shocked and bumped into the corner of the coffee table, they might have rolled onto the sofa or bed by now.
Muscle memory was at work, Sheng Wang couldn't help but try to get Jiang Tian's Adam's apple when he kissed him. In the past, it was out of bad taste and possessiveness, and I wanted to see his brother's cold and indifferent appearance being teased by him a little bit out of control. Now…
Seems like it is now.
That little bit of teenage bad intentions always popped out in similar situations, and there was no need to think about it deliberately. It seems that facing Jiang Tian, he can spread himself out slowly and little by little.
The coffee table is made of wood, and the corners are a bit sharp. Jiang Tian actually bought a set of silicone edging, but in the past few days, his mind flew to Guangdong with someone, and the box has not been opened yet.
Sheng Wang's calf was scratched, and blood was oozing thinly. He rolled up his trousers and sat on the sofa, staring at the culprit who was squatting on the coffee table.
Maybe the cat's eyes are too focused. Sheng Wang's nerves struggled in the wine, feeling a subtle embarrassment, so he pulled a pillow over and hugged him, silently blocking his waist and crotch.
This cat was so used to being lawless by Jiang Tian that he dared to sit anywhere and was not afraid of strangers.
Sheng Wang felt a little unhappy when he thought of the word "strange person". Jiang Tian went to the bedroom to find ointment. Taking advantage of the fact that the other party couldn't hear him, he leaned forward, leaned on the pillow, looked at the cat and said, "Are you my long-lost son?"
The cat probably thought he was going to scratch it, and silently pulled its head back.
Sheng Wang asked again, "Why are you so fat?"
Maohu glared at him, turning into airplane ears.
Sheng Wang wanted to speak again, when he saw Jiang Tian come out of the bedroom with a small box in his hand and said, "It's that one, it's not fat, it's hairy."
As soon as he appeared, the two living creatures in the living room stopped. The cat paralyzed and sat down and licked its paws, Sheng Wang hugged the pillow and went back to the nest.
After a long while, he honestly said "Oh".
"Don't cross your legs." Jiang Tian motioned him to put down the broken leg, took a Band-Aid in the box and said, "I just came here, nothing else."
"I'll do it myself." Just as Sheng Wang was about to stretch out his hand, Jiang Tian let him go.
The band-aid was attached to the wound with a slightly bitter medicinal smell, and Jiang Tian's fingertips landed on the skin of his calf, rubbing and touching the edge of the band-aid. Sheng Wang subconsciously retracted his legs and silently hugged the pillow tightly.
The cat didn't know if he was curious about the smell of the medicine or something, but suddenly came over and sniffed the side of his leg with the tip of his wet nose.
"Is it kissing me?" After all, Sheng Wang took great pains to pick this cat, and he found it really endearing to be a little closer.
Unexpectedly, just as he was enjoying this kind of closeness, Jiang Tian poured a bucket of cold water on him: "No, it's rubbing his nose."
Sheng Wang: "???"
put your fart.
Sheng Wang gave him a kick, not heavy, like a knee jerk reaction from the injured leg.
He didn't react until he finished kicking, and he was stunned for a moment, but when he looked up, he saw Jiang Tian standing there with the Band-Aid box, and then turned his head and gave a low laugh.
Sheng Wang felt like a traveler who had traveled long distances in the snow. He sat guarding the fire for a long time, and finally felt the warmth after realizing it. Thawing starts from the ends of the hands and feet, and the blood flows all over the limbs when it becomes alive.
It turned out that after so many years, even if he felt that he had changed beyond recognition, he could still make fun of that person, just like before.
Jiang Tian's low laugh is like a switch. After that, Sheng Wang suddenly became clingy, and followed him in and out of the bedroom and kitchen, watching him brew a glass of honey water to hangover, and then grabbed it abnormally and poured it.
His words finally increased slowly. At first, he asked Jiang Tian why he switched to WeChat, how he was doing at school, whether his life was convenient, and whether he had made some good friends.
He heard Jiang Tian say that the air in the place where he lives is good, but there are very few people. During the holidays, especially before Christmas, the surrounding shops are always closed. There are only a few small supermarkets with lights on, but he can't find what he wants to buy.
There is a Chinese restaurant nearby, and the taste is not very satisfactory. Once during the Chinese New Year, several classmates asked Shang Jiang Tian to make dumplings, but they only bought fruit vinegar, which tasted strange when dipped in it. A wizard broke the jar, squeezed the same strange hot sauce and mustard into the vinegar, and almost ate the shadow of a lifetime for a New Year's Eve dinner.
International students often have gatherings and social gatherings. Jiang Tian was dragged there twice, but he was really not interested, so he never attended again.
…
Then slowly, Sheng Wang turned from questioning to answering, talking about himself.
He has been living in a hurry, rarely recalling the experience of the past few years, who he has met, and what he has done. Until today, he really opened a mouth for the past few years, and said it to Jiang Tian in pieces.
He thought it would be sad, but when he really said it, he felt that everything was okay.
He talked about college life, and focused on the intoxicating "scent" of the dormitory next door, which forced him to move out and rent a house very early. But every time I choose, I will think of the one that was taken away many years ago, so I bought a whole set of cat litter boxes, cat litter boxes, and cat toys, but they were always idle there.
He also talked about various clubs and competitions. In fact, he couldn't remember clearly, but he described it very lively under Jiang Tian's gaze. Speaking of which, he finally revealed a bit of his true nature, and quietly boasted about his ability to plan and sponsor the student union.
It seems that seeing Jiang Tian's raised eyebrows and his surprise, those days when he ran around and turned upside down were not in vain.
Sheng Wang hasn't talked to anyone like this for a long time, and it seems like he can't finish talking. Just like when there was nothing to do in high school, I could still hold my mobile phone with Jiang Tian, and chat on WeChat all day between classes.
Jiang Tian once worried that he would be thirsty, glanced at his lips several times, and finally couldn't hold back, got up and went to the kitchen to pour a glass of water. When he came back with the cup, someone who kept his eyes open for New Year's Eve was already asleep.
After taking a shower, he took off his reserved and calm shirt, and turned over a wide T-shirt and sports trousers from the closet to wear. Because of his bowed body, his shoulders and backs were well-defined, and the cotton fabric was wrapped around his waist. Pull out the thin, tight thread.
He still likes to lie on the pillow when he sleeps, his hair is messy and slipping, because the heating is too high, and there will always be a slight tide on his forehead, just like many years ago.
Jiang Tian took a sip of water himself, then leaned over the edge of the bed and kissed him. Sheng Wang unconsciously licked his lips, turned his head and buried deeper into the pillow.
He suddenly remembered that the day after the Art Festival of the High School Affiliated to that year was also such a late night. Sheng Wang occupied most of his bed in the lower bunk and fell asleep before 0 o'clock. He also kissed each other like this, waiting for the New Year in the drowsiness.
At this moment, all the scenes were connected, as if the missing years in the middle did not exist.
Yesterday was December 29, and he was standing on the stage of the huge auditorium of the attached middle school, wearing a shirt with another name, and playing the song "Childhood" with the guitar he learned from cramming.
Today is December 31, and he turned off the light and lay on the bed as usual, with the person he likes close at hand.
New Year's Day is coming, he closed his eyes in the last few seconds, clasped Sheng Wang's fingers and whispered, "Wang Zai, happy new year."
I miss you so much, every day.