Jiang Beize shivered immediately.
It's not cold, it's fear, a deep-seated fear of water.
Jiang Bei Ze has been afraid of water since he was a child. When he was a child, Jiang Beiyuan wanted to teach him how to swim. He cried and did not dare to go into the water. In the end, Jiang Beiyuan gave up. For Jiang Bei Ze, people may not necessarily know how to swim, just like some people can live without sitting for a lifetime. Same as airplane.
Song Nan Tomb also knew that Jiangbeize was afraid of water and never dared to go to places near the sea.
But now, the boy standing by the swimming pool, wearing a thin black cotton coat, with one hand in his pocket, stared at him like a stranger, without any trace of distress or guilt in his eyes.
Jiang Beize only glanced at Song Nan's tomb, then withdrew his gaze and walked towards the shore.
The water in the pool was not deep now. He stood up straight. The water was up to his upper waist, but Jiang Beize was still scared to death because he could feel that the depth of the pool was rising little by little, and the biting coldness was about to spread to his heart. .
The moment he approached the shore, his wrist was suddenly grabbed by someone, and he raised his eyes to meet Song Nan Tomb's, who was half-crouching and staring at him.
"Jiang Beize, what the hell do you mean? Today, now, let me know clearly!"
"Are you sick? I'm tired and I want to sleep!"
Jiang Beize rarely cursed people, at least he had never cursed Song Nan Tomb. This was the first time.
Song Nan Tomb pressed his shoulders, preventing him from coming up, "Answer me! How do you want to live in the future, how do you want us to go, what do you want me to do to you, and what attitude do you have towards me? Tell me today. clear!"
"How else can we live? Let's break up. I'm annoyed when I see your face now." Jiang Beize looked away.
"bother?"
Song Nan Tomb couldn't describe what he felt in his heart, and his throat felt bitter when he swallowed it.
The temperature of the open-air swimming pool was not low. Even though the wind was blowing downwards, why was there still a fierce wind rushing upwards? It shattered his heart and swallowed up the small expectations he had in his heart.
"Wow-"
Song Nan Tomb let go of his hand immediately. Jiang Beize's center of gravity was unstable and he fell straight back. A huge splash made a "plop" in the water. The boy splashed and struggled in the water.
Song Nan's tomb stood on the shore, condescending, his eyes even colder than before:
"Do you know how I got here in the past half month? Just like you are now, scared, afraid, restless, and struggling unsuccessfully. You are just as afraid of water as I am of losing you."
“…”
Jiang Beize didn't know whether he heard Song Nan Tomb's words, but he just kept praising him. From the angle of Song Nan Tomb, he saw his increasingly pale face, with water splashing around him. He was waiting for Jiang Beize to say save me, even if Just call him by his name.
Or call him Brother Nan, call him Master, whatever you say, no matter a word...
He waited for a long time, stared at him for a long time, with only his reflection in his eyes. He was struggling, and he was struggling. It was a quagmire that no one could see, and he was the only one in jail.
finally-
Jiang Beize made no move.
The body sank completely.
Song Nan Tomb panicked, shouted his name, jumped in without taking off his clothes, and fished the person out of the water.
"Ozawa, don't scare me... please, eh?"
Putting Jiang Beize on the ground, Song Nan Tomb pressed his heart and lungs, listened to his heartbeat, and gave him artificial respiration.
Song Nan Tomb admitted that he threw Jiang Beize into the swimming pool on purpose today. He was really angry, irrational and emotionless. He knew that he was afraid of water, but he just wanted to see him surrender and apologize to him.
When did he become so stubborn? The Jiang Beize who used to act coquettishly with him, such a soft boy, was now silent and his teeth were closed so tightly when life and death were at stake.
When did he become like this... Or should I say that he never really liked him and was only with him because he was moved and felt guilty...
"Oze..." Song Nan Tomb burst into tears. He couldn't lose Jiang Beize.
"Ahem,"
After coughing up several mouthfuls of seawater, Jiang Beize woke up and felt sticky on his face. Hot and humid liquid dripped down his cheeks drop by drop. It didn't look like water, but he didn't want to know what it was.
He didn't want to open his eyes and look, fearing that his heart would hurt, he would be sad, and he would throw himself into the arms of Song Nan's tomb and cry bitterly.
He is so tired, so tired...
Jiang Beize had a dream, dreaming about the setting sun, dreaming about the head of Orange Island, and dreaming about two innocent teenagers on the grass.
He is wearing a white sweatshirt, and the other boy is wearing a black sweatshirt. The boy in black likes to drink Coke, play the guitar, and whistle. He sings very nicely, and his voice has a bit of a hoarse texture...
"No matter who you fall in love with today, I will never learn to face it calmly. Even if it takes me ten years to be with you, it doesn't matter..."
I haven't had such a beautiful dream for a long time.
It was an old time that has not faded away, which makes people immersed in it and don't want to wake up.
But when the scene changed, several people whose faces could not be seen clearly were kneeling on the ground, holding his hands and clothes, begging him to let Song Nan's tomb go.
He finally woke up.
I was lying on the bed at home, wearing clean pajamas. I looked around, but there was no one around.
Fragments of last night's memory came to mind, giving Jiang Beize a sudden illusion. He was thrown into the swimming pool by Song Nan Tomb, choked by the water and almost drowned. Was that a dream
"woke up."
The door to the bedroom opened at some point, and a person he was very familiar with walked in. The man was holding a bowl of steaming porridge, and he threw it on the table carelessly, then leaned over and put his hand on his forehead naturally.
Jiang Beize was stunned.
Song Nan Tomb's face was very close, and his eyes were very aggressive. "I had a fever yesterday, but it's gone now."
"oh… "
"Drink some porridge. I cooked it myself. I can't guarantee the taste."
"No, I'm not hungry..."
Song Nan Tomb sneered, "You come into my dream every night, how can you have time to eat?"
“…”
Unexpectedly, he would suddenly make a joke. Jiang Beize lowered his eyes, but curved the corners of his mouth in a very shallow arc, and his long eyelashes were covered with a layer of golden light and shadow.
Seeing him smile, Song Nan Tomb also curled up his lips, took the bowl on the table, and ordered Jiang Beize to open his mouth.
Jiang Beize was a little cautious, "I'll do it myself."
"Grudge. Open your mouth."
“…”
When he opened his mouth, his throat hurt. The feeling of being sick was really uncomfortable. When he got home yesterday, he felt like he had a cold and felt dizzy and dizzy. In the middle of the night, he was thrown into the swimming pool by Song Nan Tomb. He didn't have a fever. Weird.
Song Nan Tomb didn't speak, and fed him porridge one mouthful at a time. Jiang Beize ate in cooperation, and the two of them looked at each other in silence.
After finishing a bowl of porridge, Song Nan Tomb wiped the corners of his mouth and then asked how the porridge tasted.
Jiang Beize found it funny, "I've finished drinking, is there any point in asking now?"
"It makes sense, it makes sense."
"That's... not bad, not bad to drink."
Song Nan Tomb lowered his head and pressed his forehead against his. Jiang Beize hid behind him, but he held the back of his head.
"Brother, try to see if you still have a fever."
"You just tried."
"You have to try it several times and try it in different ways."
He kept looking into his eyes. This posture did not allow him to evade and could only look him in the eye.
The best organ for emotional communication between people is the eyes.
Eyes can convey many emotions, whether you want to express them or not.
Song Nan Tomb saw through the sadness and pain in Jiang Beize's eyes. He didn't know why he was hurting. It seemed that he had done nothing wrong, but this guy was always causing trouble and ignoring him in various ways.
"Are you still annoyed when you see my face now?" Song Nan Tomb asked, his strong breath spraying on Jiang Beize's face.
Jiang Beize was silent. Recently, he was good at using silence to cover up many of his emotions.
Song Nan Tomb continued to stare at him: "Say no, I will disappear now, disappear immediately, okay?"
"I… "
The word "annoyed" is stuck in my throat, unable to come out.
If Jiang Beize hadn't looked into Song Nan Tomb's eyes, he would have been able to tell, but now the man seemed to be deliberately asking him to tell the truth. He tightened his hand on the back of his head, preventing him from dodge.
Jiang Beize didn't say anything in the end...
The word "annoying" rolled around and around in his throat. It was as hot as a soldering iron. It burned his throat, but he couldn't open his mouth.
He admits defeat, his temper is like this, and it is out of control.
Before waiting for his answer, Song Nan's tomb didn't mind him being annoying for the first time. He grinned with big white teeth, which made Jiang Beize dazzled.
It seemed like I hadn't seen him smile like this in a long time.
"Okay, stop arguing with me. We are the same age. Look at the time when I didn't give in to you. I love you so much that I don't know how to love you. There are so many wild flowers and weeds lining up outside for me to dote on you."
After saying that, he finally let go of Jiang Beize and touched his soft head.
Head touching is addictive.
Jiang Beize's hair is soft, dark and dense, and Song Nan Tomb especially likes to scratch his head. The touch feels like stroking a puppy, but this puppy is just his puppy.
Jiang Beize coughed twice and lay down, "I'm sleepy, I want to sleep."
"It's natural for you to fall asleep when you're sick. I'll take you out for a couple of runs in the afternoon and you'll be fine."
"don't want."
Jiang Beize doesn't like sports the most. He likes to stay at home.
Song Nan Tomb didn't respond to this question, and touched his head again, "I'll go dry last night's wet clothes for you, and you can get some sleep."
"I know, son, you are so verbose."
son? ! !
Song Nan Tomb said, "Good guy, you haven't figured out who the father is yet, right?" He wanted to punch him twice and make him grow two big bumps on his forehead, but seeing how weak he was, he couldn't bear it.
"It's OK, daddy."
After he finished speaking, he went out.
Jiang Beize also didn't expect that Song Nan Tomb would be so bottomless this time.
The words "daddy" were still echoing in his ears, and he smiled at the corners of his mouth, but soon he stopped laughing, and there was pain in his eyes.
There's not much sweetness like this anymore.
Song Nan Tomb bought two sets of sportswear before, black ones of the same style, size L for himself and size M for Jiang Beize.
The sun sets in the afternoon and there are not many people in the park, making it suitable for running.
Jiang Beize was unwilling to run from the bottom of his heart. He was dragged out of bed by Song Nan Tomb and put into the same outfit as him. Then the two of them ran around the park twice like fools.
On the third lap, Jiang Beize didn't want to run anymore. He glanced sideways at Song Nan Tomb next to him, wanting to tell him that he was tired.
But I saw fine beads of sweat on his forehead, dripping down his jawline. He was running with headphones on, but at a very slow pace. The setting sun fell on his broad shoulders, adding a bit of tenderness.
Jiang Beize then discovered that from just now to now, Song Nan Tomb had been running very slowly, and his speed had been the same as him. He thought that he was 186cm tall and was in the physical education department before school. If he got serious, he would be far behind him. It’s not an exaggeration.
Although Song Nan Tomb was wearing headphones, he kept observing Jiang Beize from the corner of his eye. He took off his headphones and looked over.
"What's wrong, why are you staring at my face?"
"Ahem," Jiang Beize coughed twice, "It's nothing, how about we-"
Before he could say the words "go home, go home", Jiang Beize swallowed and swallowed the rest of his words.
I never expected to bump into Song Yikai here.
Song Yikai now pays great attention to health care. After get off work, he will go to the park for a brisk walk to exercise.
Now they bumped into each other. Song Nanmu and Jiang Beize were wearing the same sportswear and running together.
"elder brother."
Song Nan Tomb stopped and glanced at Jiang Beize. His eyes were very calm, and his tone was so clear and simple:
"Hey, this is my brother Lao Song. You should still recognize him, right?"
"You brat, I'm no longer in my seventies!"
Song Yikai wanted to reach one end of Song Nan's tomb, but his brother was too tall and he couldn't reach it, so he had to give up.
Looking at Jiang Beize, he secretly gave him a meaningful look. Jiang Beize just said hello to Song Yikai, and he didn't know if he understood what Song Yikai meant.
"It's okay. Let's leave first. I won't go back tonight."
After Song Nan Tomb finished speaking, Song Yikai frowned.
"Where will you stay if you don't go back? How can you afford to stay in a hotel now?"
"Stay at his house."
He knew who he was.
Jiang Beize sighed secretly. God was really against him, right? He couldn't have a smooth day. "You go home, otherwise Assistant Song will worry about you."
"You are sick. Who will take care of you if I leave?"
"You brat, the Jiang family is so rich and has private doctors to take care of them, so it's your turn to just sit back and worry about it?!"
Song Yikai stood on tiptoes, picked up Song Nan Tomb's ears, and dragged him away.
Song Nan Tomb howled and was dragged away by Song Yikai, while still winking at Jiang Beize, asking him to stay open for him at night!
Jiang Beize pretended not to see it, turned around and left.
The wind blowing in his face blew away the bangs on his forehead.
The wind suddenly became much stronger...
…
Song Nan Tomb was dragged to a restaurant by Song Yikai.
Someone called Song Nan Tomb.
Looking over, Song Nan Tomb wanted to vomit blood when he saw the person waving to him.
"Song Yikai, you are such a bastard!"
"I'll settle the score with you tonight. You're going to have dinner with Song Yan right now. He's going abroad to hold an art exhibition tomorrow and won't be back for a while."
"I don't like her! Can you just stay out of my business?"
"Boys can't be stingy. Of course you have to pay for this meal," Song Yikai said to himself, then stuffed three hundred yuan into Song Nan's tomb pocket and left.
Song Nan Tomb walked over and felt that it was necessary to clarify with Song Mi again:
"I really don't like you and have no feelings for you. Can't you tell my brother clearly?!"
"I feel like I can cultivate it in the future. If I want to stay with you forever, why would I care about how long it takes?"
Hearing this, Song Nan Tomb made a gesture of vomiting. He was not used to this kind of literary and artistic tone.
"Song Nan Tomb, actually I envy you."
"What?"
"I envy you that you can keep your original intention unchanged even after you advance bravely. I envy you that you dare to love and hate. You have the ability to pursue and have things, and you can let things go and take them back. I like it."
"Wait a minute, can I release or retract? Which of your eyes can see that I can release or retract?"
"I-"
"The moment you let go, you can never take it back."
Song Nan Tomb interrupted Song Mi's words with a calm look in his eyes, "So I won't let go. You should be able to understand what I say? As long as you are not a fool, you can understand."
"Haha, then I just have a crush on you. What can you do to me? In your brother's eyes, I am the most suitable person for you."
"I live my life, not him. It's useless to put those worldly things here~"
After saying that, he left without paying any money.
Song Yan took a deep breath. It seemed that she was not doing enough.
She took out her cell phone and dialed a number...
(End of chapter)