He was deep in the mud, but he had to look up at their infinite scenery.
Wen Chuo suppressed his complicated thoughts and remembered the team battle in the afternoon. He got up and went online. Hundreds of dollars arrived, but he didn't have the joy he had before. He looked at the small and dilapidated environment around him, and suddenly realized his own feelings. Small, just the most common one among the vast beings.
Wen Chuo didn't do anything, put on his coat, and went out quietly, wandering the streets as before, but he didn't drink or get drunk, he didn't want to see anyone at this time, he just wanted to be alone.
Before he knew it was dark, Bai Yang put the rag away, looked at the clock on the wall of the restaurant, and was about to go home. Liu Mengmeng gave him a strange look: "Leave so early."
The fat master in the back kitchen was also ready to leave, and he said with a smile: "Why don't you leave when it's time, you don't pay overtime."
Liu Mengmeng rolled her eyes and ignored him. She sorted out the money in the cashier and locked the door with the key. She thought Bai Yang was picking up waste with a bag as usual, but she didn't expect to see it. He turned straight into the alley and went home.
Liu Mengmeng muttered to herself: "It's weird..."
Wen Chuo was usually a little bully, but sometimes he was very timid. Bai Yang seemed to know that he was frightened yesterday, so he came back very early on purpose. It turned out that the house was pitch-black, with no light at all.
He turned on the light, and the living room was on for a few seconds, then darkened again, as if the light bulb had reached the end of its life.
Bai Yang stood at the door, frowning in confusion, as if he didn't quite understand why Wen Chuo was not at home. After a few seconds, he closed the door again and went downstairs to find him.
Game City is not there.
The disco isn't there.
Internet cafes are also not there.
These places are a little far away. On a cool night, Bai Yang's back was soaked with sweat. He stopped against the wall for a while, and then continued to search one place after another.
At this point in time, all the gangsters wandering around the roadside, they all look quite strange when they see Bai Yang, and there is a sissy with long hair staring at his handsome appearance for a long time, and finally at his companion's He walked over in the sound of laughter, put his shoulders on him and said, "Brother, everyone is boring. Brother will take you to a good place to play, and you will die."
One of his hands was about to fall on Bai Yang's waist, but he was suddenly pushed away with great force. The mother-in-law staggered back a few steps, as if he did not expect a fool to fight back. He slapped and slapped in the past, but was caught off guard by Bai Yang's dark rolling eyes, and was stunned by the silent sullenness.
At this moment, Lightning and a group of friends happened to come out of the video game city. Seeing this, they walked straight over, with a look on their faces watching the excitement: "Hey, hey, when did sissies learn to beat people, even fools. Bullying, shameless, shame on your mother."
Niang Pao was shivered by Bai Yang's stare, she heard the words and put down her hands, stomped her feet angrily, glared at the lightning, and shook the ponytail on the back of her head: "Get out of here!"
The voice is soft and soft, and it really has a bit of a sissy feeling.
Seeing his angry voices, Lightning and the others were all sharp, and they found it even more interesting. They wanted to laugh out tears. After laughing enough, they looked up and saw that Topolo was no longer there, so they didn't care anymore. , I went to the night market to make skewers with friends and friends.
Bai Yang seemed to be tireless, searching from alley to alley. I don't know how long it took, his face turned pale, and his breathing began to become heavy. When he walked to the unfinished building in the east district, he vaguely saw two people looking at each other. Holding him from a distance, his face was blue and swollen, and one of them was Dahong who had been taught a lesson by Wen Chuo a few days ago.
Bai Yang sat down slowly along the wall, crouched down on the ground, and buried his face in his knees.
Dahong didn't notice him, he passed right in front of Bai Yang, talking to the man beside him, ignoring the eighteenth generation of his ancestors in three words: "Damn, this little scumbag can really fight, neither of them are involved. Win, fuck his ancestors! Sooner or later kill him..."
The other man covered his face and said, "Pull it down, what are you doing to mess with him, hurry up and hide for two days before he comes over, he will bring someone to block you, and he will have to slap you lame, oh... Laozi's eyes! …”
After they left, Bai Yang leaned against the wall and stood up from the ground. As a result, his eyes darkened and he tripped over a stone and fell. He patted his pants and got up again, and limped to where Dahong came from. , and finally found Wen Chuo in the alley.
It is common for gangsters to seek revenge. Wen Chuo was alone and just hit the gun. Da Hong brought helpers. He would not suffer, but he would not take too much advantage. There were spots of blood on the white placket, the knee of his right leg was torn, and there was a brick that was broken in two.
He didn't seem to expect Bai Yang to come here, his chest heaved twice, he tried to get up from the ground, and sat back weakly, the peach blossom eyes that used to be so bright now looked a little dim, he looked up at Bai Yang, and then lowered his head again. Turning his head, his voice said meaninglessly: "...you go back first, I'll come back later."
Bai Yang ignored him, put his arms on his shoulders, wanted to carry him up, Wen Chuo touched his hands, only to find that Bai Yang's face was covered in sweat, dripping down his chin, and even his hair was wet.
Wen Chuo pushed him away, stood up against the wall and wanted to walk by himself, but found that his right leg couldn't move at all, his brows were furrowed, and he gasped a little irritably. up.
Wen Chuo didn't have the strength to stand still with him, otherwise he wouldn't lie at the entrance of the alley for so long, and said in a slightly hoarse voice: "Hey... let me down, it will hurt more if I fall later."
Bai Yang was really skinny to the bone. He was obviously struggling to carry Wen Chuo on his back. His hands were shaking slightly and his body was shaking, but he walked steadily step by step.
Wen Chuo's frown deepened. He leaned against Bai Yang's fleshless back, his eyelids became heavier and heavier, and he was tired, sore and tired. The light hurts my eyes.
The doctor on duty inside was a little old. He put on his reading glasses, helped Bai Yang to help Wen Chuo to the chair, took a closer look, and then laughed out: "Isn't this Wen Chuo, fighting with someone again? Tsk. Tsk tsk, young man, you are so energetic."
Obviously, Wen Chuo is a frequent visitor here.
He didn't have the strength to argue with the doctor, so he leaned on the chair half-dead, his deep eyes squinted, and found that Bai Yang was staring at his knees, his face was pale, his hair was sweaty, and he didn't know how long he had been looking.
Wen Chuo patted the seat next to him: "Come here... sit."
Bai Yang didn't have too many expressions on his face, he sat quietly beside him without saying a word.
The old doctor bandaged Wen Chuo's knee, shook his head and said, "Fortunately, there is no broken bone, otherwise you would have to go to a big hospital. You have a fever, so you can get a bottle and go back."
Bai Yang sat on the side, lying on the armrest and fell asleep tiredly. After Wen Chuo paid the bill, he asked the doctor to turn off a light, stared at his eyebrows in the semi-dark light, and then took off his jacket.
After the injection, the doctor sat on the reclining chair and continued to doze off. His voice was a little old: "Boy, stop fighting, how distressed your parents are, remember to call me when the bottle is empty."
Wen Chuo wanted to say that his parents would not feel bad for him, but he still agreed, seeing the doctor closed his eyes and squinting, and then put his coat on Bai Yang lightly. Wen Chuo was drowsy when he was lying at the entrance of the alley, but now he is completely drowsy, just staring at the dripping liquid in the dropper.
The feeling of fever was not very good. Wen Chuo felt a tightness in his chest, dizzy, nauseated, and fatigued. He frowned and sat in a different position. His handsome face was pale and bloodless.
It was the second half of the night, and the old doctor fell asleep with a light snoring sound.
Wen Chuo felt bitter on the tip of his tongue, his whole body was numb, he couldn't feel anything, but he was very uncomfortable. Bai Yang didn't know when he woke up. He probed his forehead and saw that the temperature was normal, so he retracted his hand.
The coat on his shoulders slipped to the ground because of the excessive movement. Bai Yang picked it up and patted the dust on it. The slight sound caught Wen Chuo's attention. Go to sleep."
Bai Yang ignored him, and probed his forehead again. His expression was too serious, and even the stupidity faded a little. He asked Wen Chuo in return, "Is it uncomfortable?"
Wen Chuo originally wanted to shake his head, but for some reason, he nodded confusedly, and said weakly, "Headache..."
Bai Yang looked at him quietly, then slowly retracted his gaze, not knowing what he was thinking, for a long time, he hammered his head hard, and then whispered: "Next time... don't run around."
"..."
Wen Chuo didn't hear it. He leaned on the chair and fell asleep. The dream was full of strange things. It was a familiar villa with gorgeous decoration. It could be the most high-end residence, or a paradise that everyone envied. It was like everything, but it was not like home.
Wen Chuo never said that in his last life, when he lived in a cold and luxurious rich area, what he missed was another shabby little place.
Countless sleepless nights, there is always a fool who can't get rid of it in my mind.
In the past ten years in Lin County,
It's something he didn't care about.
But when he walked away and looked back,
Only to find that it was the only thing he really had.
The liquid in the IV bottle was already empty, Bai Yang walked over, gently shook the old doctor, the doctor opened his eyes, smashed his mouth, sighed and stood up, the chair made an overwhelmed creaking sound.
Wen Chuo's thoughts returned, seeing that he had pulled out the needle in his hand, tried to move his right leg, and found that the pain was not as bad as before. Went back abruptly.
For the next few days, Wen Chuo was lying at home recovering from his injuries. He didn't play on the computer or his mobile phone. Except for editing videos, he basically stopped all social networking, and quietly waited for Wen's limelight to pass. The most common thing he did every day was to be in a daze. Later, I was bored and bought a set of drawing tools online.
The price is a little expensive. A box of watercolors the size of a palm costs more than 300 yuan, not counting consumables such as watercolor paper and brushes, but Wen Chuo doesn't care, and just wants to find something to do to kill time.
Liu Mengmeng made an appointment to go on a blind date, accompanied by Uncle Feng. The restaurant was closed for a long time. Bai Yang came back at one o'clock in the afternoon with a bag of spare ribs and a few potatoes in his hand. It seemed that he planned to make soup.
Wen Chuo was unpacking the courier, waited for Bai Yang to come out of the kitchen, and then waved to him: "Come here."
Bai Yang approached, only to find that Wen Chuo's computer table had a few more pots of plants, colorful, chubby and succulent. It was very pleasing to put them in small and cute flower pots, but they didn't fully grow and looked a little small.
Wen Chuo said, "I'll keep it for you to play with."
Bai Yang stretched out his hand and lightly touched the plant in the flowerpot, his voice was slow: "...I won't."
I said no, but I still moved the flowerpot to the empty space on the ground, squatted on the ground, tore open the soil bags and planted them one by one according to the tutorial. some transparency.
Wen Chuo hadn't touched a paintbrush for a long time, and his hands were a little raw. He held a pencil and sketched Bai Yang's figure in three or two strokes, and then refined his eyebrows little by little. At the time, he suddenly raised his eyes and tapped the table lightly with the pen: "Pull your clothes."
Bai Yang's clothes were a bit loose, and when he was squatting on the ground, his white waistline was exposed. He heard Wen Chuo's voice, and reached out to pull the clothes, but found that his hands were a little dirty, and then slowly shook his head: "Wait. Pull it later."
After he finished speaking, he continued to play with the flowers and plants on the ground.
Wen Chuo got up from the chair, hugged him from behind, then tucked the hem of his clothes into his waist for him, and kissed Bai Yang's side face before sitting back to continue painting.
The young man in the painting is beautiful and clean, and the colorful succulents on the ground make the style less dull. The sun shines in from the window, pouring a shallow golden light, which is filled with silent warmth.
Wen Chuo fixed the mobile phone with the bracket, while coloring and video recording, he was very attentive, and a small detail in the picture had to be repeatedly outlined, delicate and delicate, and the background was blurred. When the finished product came out, it was a little bit beautiful. Really.
The picture is not very big. Wen Chuo painted it all afternoon and finished it when it was almost dark. He looked at his work, obviously very satisfied, and finally wrote two words in the lower right corner with a signature pen.
poplar.
There are only two words, but there are more precious and important meanings.
The sound of the pork ribs soup bubbling came from the kitchen, and the smell of meat gradually diffused. Bai Yang went in to fill the soup, and Wen Chuo began to pick up the sundries on the table, and looked at the dried watercolor painting. , and finally clipped into a thick dictionary of Bai Yang.
Wen Chuo is very picky about soup. He only drinks clear soup. There should be no too much oil or foam. The meat can only be plain and not fishy. He originally wanted to serve it himself, but Bai Yang has already added a bowl for him. , clear soup, two thin ribs, a few potatoes, just right.
"Aspen..."
Wen Chuo called him as usual, but his tone suddenly became more childish and domineering. When Bai Yang looked over, he sat on the chair like a grandfather and waved to him.
Bai Yang came over, let Wen Chuo take him into his arms, kissed him and rubbed him, and finally patted him on the shoulder and said, "Eat."
Wen Chuo buried his face in his chest and calmed his breathing quietly. Inexplicably, he felt that Poplar was like a snail.