Jiang Tian's hand moved away subconsciously, his body temperature slid down a millimeter along his fingertips, and was clasped by Sheng Wang's backhand.
I heard you say happy birthday, and I know you stretched out your hand in the dark. Sheng Wang said hoarsely, "I caught you."
I've caught you, so you can't pretend nothing happened.
The wooden stairs made a creaking sound, the footsteps were a little hurried, and the last two steps were almost stepped down. When Sheng Wang reacted, he had already hurried down from the top bunk.
Before he could think about what to ask or what to say, he was already standing in front of that person.
Jiang Tian no longer leaned back against the bed rail. He was sitting on the bed, his right hand resting on his bent knee, his shoulders slightly arched, the moonlight slanted across the bed, rubbing against him and falling a bright silvery white, but he sat in the shadow.
The hand that had held Sheng Wang fell beside him, his long fingers half-bent. He lowered his eyes, his eyes fell on the void in the palm of his hand, and he was silent and fascinated.
He didn't raise his eyes until Sheng Wang's shadow fell crookedly on the sheet.
Sheng Wang suddenly couldn't open his mouth. He looked into Jiang Tian's eyes, his heart was beating so fast, his chest was so full that he was about to explode, but his mind was blank.
They fell into silence at the same time, and the intimacy that had just been entangled in the fingers grew wildly at this moment, savage and silent, filling the entire room in an instant.
No one can see it, only they know it in their hearts.
They couldn't be more clear in their own minds.
Jiang Tian's deep voice was vague in the night: "When did you wake up?"
Sheng Wang's chest was heaving, he clearly only went down five or six steps and ran from the bed to the bed, but he seemed to have walked three thousand miles.
"I woke up early," he said.
The moment you grabbed me, I woke up.
"Why didn't you make a sound?" Jiang Tian said.
Sheng Wang said, "What do you think?"
Jiang Tian's eyes moved, as light as a tremor caused by breathing or heartbeat.
Sheng Wang looked at him, for some reason he couldn't bear the sudden silence, and said in a hoarse voice, "I thought you meant a few minutes or ten minutes when you said it out, so I waited around for you, but it turned out that I was waiting for you. I didn't see you coming back, so I climbed up and wanted to play with my phone for a while."
He laughed at himself and said, "I didn't expect that the stamina of the drink was so strong that I accidentally fell asleep."
He was silent for a moment and said, "Actually, I haven't slept all the time."
I didn't feel it when I said it, as if I just found a topic at random. He didn't react until he finished speaking, and these words were a bit complaining, as if they were deliberately said to make Jiang Tian soft-hearted. It was as if the night would come to an abrupt end if nothing was said.
Reason told him that it would be better not to say that, because this night should have ended abruptly.
But he still couldn't hold back, and asked again: "Didn't you say take something, why did you go for so long?"
Jiang Tian glanced at the paper bag on his lap, and said, "Because I can't get it until tomorrow."
Sheng Wang was stunned for a moment: "A gift? Didn't you say no?"
"I lied to you." Jiang Tian said, "how could there not be."
He pinched the corner of the paper package and frowned slightly: "But I'm not very good at it."
"what?"
"Not very good at giving people gifts."
"You don't need to be good at it." Sheng Wang said, he took the paper package with his eyes down, and when he tore the package, he said, "I'll probably be happy with whatever you give me."
The paper is very thick, probably afraid of wrinkling the corners, or getting wet in the rain. Sheng Wang dismantled two layers, and finally glimpsed a corner of the gift from where it was peeled.
It looks like a leather cover.
He almost thought it was another notebook, but after dismantling it, he found out that it was a photo album. Now the photos are all stored in the cloud disk of the mobile phone, and he has never used such a thing himself.
But he remembered that in a certain chat, he seemed to have told Jiang Tian that he liked to look at the old photo album of Ding old man.
The phone would break, the cloud disk had too many things, and the photos that recorded a certain point in time were submerged in the vast sea of data. If he didn't happen to be looking for something, he couldn't even remember to look at it.
So that he sometimes feels that the past 16 years are blurred, and he can't remember where he has been and where he has lived for a long time.
There was only moonlight in the dormitory, Jiang Tian got up and walked over to turn on the lamp beside the table. Sheng Wang used the light to see the whole picture of the album.
This album is a bit special. The cover is a sketch, and the picture is the small red jar that is commonly used in his head portrait, which seems to be specially made for him.
He held the corner of his mouth and smiled, then turned to the first page.
He actually didn't think about what photos would be in the album, but he was still stunned when he saw the first one.
It was an old photo, maybe because of the limitations of the equipment, the resolution is not as high as it is now. But street trees and pedestrians have silhouettes of light.
Yes, there is no specific person in the photo, but a lively street.
Sheng Wang was a little dazed at first, but soon he noticed the street sign in the corner - it was the street outside the old house of Baima Longtang, the door of his house.
In the upper right corner of the photo, someone wrote a year on the edge.
Sheng Wang vaguely realized something and turned to the second page. It was a shopping mall. At the junction of a certain intersection, the traffic flowed there, and the sun was shining on the glass, and it was brightly connected.
Likewise, there is a number written in the upper right corner of this photo, one year after the first one.
He suddenly remembered a certain morning when he was waiting for the bus, a certain evening when he was walking to the political and religious office, and some other moments he talked to Jiang Tian—
"I was very tossed when I was a child, and often made people up early in the morning."
"and then?"
"Then I came to this street to inspect people's conditions. I must walk from one end of the street to the other, and when I see everyone's life is stable, I can go back to sleep."
"Why this street?"
"Because of the excitement."
…
"Did you see that intersection? Was there a shopping mall here before? I heard from my mother when I was a child that before my grandfather died, I was scrambling every day to go shopping."
"Do you understand it?"
"I'm two years old. Of course I don't understand it. It's just a private visit to Weifu. It's the emperor's life. There's no way. But the mall is gone, and I don't know what year it was demolished."
"It was demolished last year."
"Then it's really unfortunate that I turned back. If it had been a year earlier, I could still revisit it."
…
Sheng Wang turned page by page, and the numbers in the upper right corner changed year by year. He saw many roads in the photo, near his home, near the elementary school, and outside the junior high school. Then he went to another province and city, and saw the school gate where he often sneaked to eat in the third year of junior high school, and the flower street of the school in the first year of high school.
The last photo was taken this year. The photo is of the west gate of the attached middle school. You can see the big characters on the forehead of the school. Going through the gate is a side street. There is a narrow street along the street. There is a car selling pancakes parked there all the year round. The entrance to those long alleys.
On the other side of the photo is the convenience store he goes to most often, with two big words - joy.
The most special place for him this year is in this photo.
On the road to joy, there is a boy with a schoolbag on one shoulder. He raised his right hand as if to greet the person behind him.
That is Sheng Wang himself.
From the first year of his birth to the sixteenth year, his journey is in this album. He couldn't figure it out himself, but he didn't expect someone to help him find it all quietly, and then sealed it here.
Every road here is full of people and lively, and every year is a sunny day.
Sheng Wang looked down at the last one, but didn't look up for a long time.
He turned off the lamp with his hands behind his back, and the whole dormitory was plunged into darkness again. The photos became blurred, and he blinked several times quickly.
After a long time, he turned to ask Jiang Tian, "Where did you get these photos?"
His voice was even more hoarse than before, with a very slight nasal tone.
Jiang Tian leaned against the edge of the table, right next to Sheng Wang, shoulder to shoulder. His eyes had the color of the moon, and they were clear, but as soon as he lowered his eyes, they were all hidden into the depths: "I'm looking for it, Brother Xi helped me a little."
Sheng Wang asked again, "When was the last picture taken?"
Jiang Tian said: "I don't remember, it's very early."
Sheng Wang nodded his head.
After a while, he said, "Why did you follow me and shoot me?"
Jiang Tian did not speak.
Sheng Wang: "Why are you being so nice to me?"
Jiang Tian was silent for a long time, frowned and let go, and said, "I'm your brother."
Sheng Wang nodded again, this time he was quiet for a long time, until Jiang Tian's hand on the edge of the table clenched hard, and the knuckles turned white. He just said, "Then you came to grab my hand because you were my brother?"
Jiang Tian did not give a new explanation, but remained silent for a long time.
Sheng Wang was a little emotional when he saw the album just now, and Jiujin turned it up again. He felt that he was actually very calm, but his words were more impulsive than words.
Every time Jiang Tian was speechless when asked, his heart beat faster.
Maybe it was because the shoulder-to-shoulder distance was really close, or it was just an illusion. He felt that Jiang Tian's heartbeat also seemed to be heavy, which was completely opposite to the silent appearance, like the waves surging under the calm sea.
After listening for a while, he turned to look at Jiang Tian and said, "Brother, your heartbeat is as fast as mine."
Jiang Tian closed his eyes lightly, as if trying to block out ambiguity and impulsiveness, but when he opened it again, the emotions in his eyes became stronger.
"Don't call this." He turned to look at Sheng Wang.
As they looked at each other, the distance seemed even closer. Sheng Wang's breath became a little chaotic, and suddenly he lost his rhythm.
He saw Jiang Tian glanced down for a moment, landing below the tip of his nose, but restrained himself.
Sheng Wang blinked lightly, "You just said it yourself, all because you are my brother, why are you not allowed to call now?"
Jiang Tian finally turned his eyes back. He looked at Sheng Wang, and there was an uncontrollable emotion in his slightly drooping eyes.
After an unknown amount of time, he said, "Because I will think I'm crazy."
After he finished speaking, he leaned over.
The moonlight filtered through the window glass, forming a piece in the corner of the table, like a cut geometric figure.
Outside the window, I don't know which dormitory person is still asleep, maybe it's a night talk or a joke, vague laughter sounds in the night.
The two boys in the room were leaning against the table side by side, their fingers clasped at the edge of the table, their staggered breaths were quivering and tentative, and they kissed each other, green and confused, fiery and quiet.
The heartbeat of a young man is the wasteland of a midsummer night, which cannot be cut and burned.
When the long wind blows, the weeds are connected to the sky.
【cherry】