July to August are the hottest months in S City. Even if Jiang Yihui was born with a cold body, after experiencing high temperature baking in the small town, he would not be able to endure it in another place.
Yi Hui never took the parasol at the door. Once, his aunt put it in his schoolbag, and when he came back at night, he put the umbrella back in its original place.
"Are you embarrassed to use an umbrella because you are afraid of others' jokes?" Auntie advised, "The sun is so strong outside, so boys also need to protect themselves from the sun. Be careful of heat stroke if you go on like this."
Adhering to her good luck, the KFC closest to home was full that day. Yi Hui walked two streets under the scorching sun to find a coffee shop that had a seat. When I came out, I was stunned by the oncoming heat wave, and I fell down before I got home to eat.
Auntie's working hours are from 9:00 am to 7:00 pm. I am afraid that Yi Hui will not be taken care of, so she will not leave until nearly 10 o'clock at night.
Heatstroke and air-conditioning combined with cold and flu, he was confused, and Yi Hui heard his aunt nagging while putting a wet towel on his forehead: "It's so hot to run outside all day, and the umbrella doesn't work, alas, the young couple now. Controversies are so frustrating?"
Yi Hui wanted to deny and refute, but he was too uncomfortable, and his mind was in a daze.
As if in a dream, a pair of large dry and warm hands covered the backs of his hands, holding his hands soaked in cold sweat, and another hand touched his forehead, and the pulp of his fingers slowly slipped along his cheeks. Down, the hand that was holding him folded the fingers together, and clenched it even tighter.
Yi Hui wanted to open his eyes to see who it was, but his eyelids were so heavy that even a slit that received the light could not be opened.
When he woke up, the sky was already bright, and he was alone in the huge room.
Before eight o'clock, my aunt was already busy in the kitchen. Before going downstairs, Yi Hui glanced at the master bedroom next door on the second floor, the door was open, he didn't come back, or he had already left.
Sitting at the dining table, the aunt brought the hot porridge over: "Assorted sweet porridge, the most suitable for patients to eat."
Maybe it was because he had been hungry for too long and the oxygen supply to his brain was insufficient. He picked up the spoon and swallowed a few mouthfuls. Yi Hui suddenly remembered the details that he had missed in the dream.
The man moved very lightly, wiped the sweat from his forehead with his hands as gently as possible, and whispered in his ear, "I'm sorry, I'm late."
After receiving the sunscreen from Tang Wenxi two days later, Yi Hui took a photo and posted it on Weibo, with the words: classmates are emotional [heart]
Not long after it was sent out, I received a call from Tang Wenxi: "Look at my brain, I forgot to send you the mask and sun hat together!"
Yi Hui smiled and said, "I can buy it myself."
"Don't, don't, you still don't go out and wait in place."
Yi Hui was startled: "You're not already on your way, are you?"
Tang Wenxi didn't sell anything this time, he smiled: "There is a training in S City on the weekend, I just came to play with you."
So today, Yi Hui finished his work early and didn't paint his personal work any more. After lunch, he took a short break and rushed to the high-speed rail station to pick up friends from afar.
When they met at the exit, Tang Wenxi put the hat on his head: "Isn't it telling you not to go out, can I still get lost as a big man?"
Yi Hui lifted the brim of his hat and turned the duck tongue to the front: "Just waiting for your hat, if you arrive later, I may faint again from heat stroke."
The two found a Chinese restaurant in a nearby shopping mall. While waiting for the food to be served, Tang Wenxi questioned him about his recent job and where he lived. Yi Hui answered stutteringly.
Tang Wenxi also studied painting, so he can no longer use any collection of styles as an excuse to fool him. Previously, Yi Hui said that he had found a job related to comics in S City, so he had to stay for a long time. He didn't have much psychological burden to tell this lie, because he did find a job to color comics, but it was not a clock in for work, but Do it yourself at home.
"I thought you were going to stay in that town for the rest of your life." Tang Wenxi took a sip of iced lemonade and grinned, "You must be careful when you live alone, I'll buy a wolf-proof stick and send it to you later. ."
Yi Hui felt exaggerated: "No need, although I haven't been out much, I still have basic survival skills."
Tang Wenxi put down the cup, stuck out his tongue and said, "But you look so deceitful. I heard that you are looking for a job, and I am afraid that you will be tricked into picking up customers from the kiln."
After eating, Yi Hui's face was red when he figured out what "kiln" was. Walking on the road, Tang Wenxi said "tsk": "I just said that you are too simple, you can be ashamed like this even just joking."
Yi Hui's timidity is etched in his bones, and his adjustment in the past year has improved a lot. He touched his hot earlobe and said, "Where are we going next?"
I've been in S City for almost a month, every day at two o'clock and one line, and finally came to a friend to play with him. Of course, I want to leave work and relax.
Tang Wenxi took him to the video game city downstairs. Yi Hui had never been to this place before. Everything he saw was new, but he didn't dare to try it, for fear that he would be deducted from the game if he lost.
After turning around and returning to the row of doll machines at the door, the soles of my feet seemed to have been smeared with super glue and could no longer move.
Thinking about saving money and repaying the debt, Yi Hui only exchanged ten coins, two coins per grab, four times nothing was found, and the last time Tang Wenxi shot and grabbed a little bear in a sweater.
Seeing Yi Hui staring at Doraemon lying on the side of the doll machine in a trance, Tang Wenxi quickly took out the money: "Wait for me to exchange a few more coins, and I will catch you that blue fat man!"
He was stopped by Yi Hui: "No need, one is fine, I can't fit where I live."
The two walked out of the mall and saw bright lights on the square. Several little girls shuttled in and out, selling roses to couples. Yi Hui remembered that today is Qixi Festival.
"Valentine's Day..." Tang Wenxi looked up at the lanterns hanging on the tree and sighed, "Why did I come here to spend Valentine's Day with you?"
Yi Hui looked at a girl holding a large bouquet of roses and smiled sweetly, and said blankly, "Yeah, why."
One person bought a cup of milk tea and sat on a bench in the square drinking and chatting.
"He is very busy, maybe he will go abroad soon, painting is just his hobby."
The topic of Tang Wenxi was headless, but Yi Hui immediately knew who "he" was referring to.
"His family is so rich, he can do whatever he wants... My working-class family has to tighten their belts when they go to graduate school." Looking at the mobile phone that had been in his hand motionless since early morning, Tang Wenxi suddenly laughed. "But he loves to play too much. When he goes abroad, won't he forget me completely?"
Yi Hui didn't know how to comfort him, and he was afraid that anything would make things worse, and that he would be even more sad. After thinking for a long time, he said, "I will pay you back the 20,000 yuan as soon as possible so that you can go abroad."
The crooked attack worked, Tang Wenxi swallowed the tears that were swirling in his eyes, and slapped Yi Hui on the shoulder: "20,000 yuan is enough for what? It's best not to pay it back for the rest of my life, so that when I occasionally get nervous, at least there is a place where I can do it. run away."
Returning to the community in the evening, Yi Hui walked slowly along the low bushes by the roadside, thinking about the "nervousness" that Tang Wenxi said, and wondering when he would be able to collect the "redemption money".
Although I still can't figure out what Zhou Jinheng brought him here, gave him the maximum freedom, and didn't want him to pay for anything, Yi Hui only knew that he had no self-consciousness as a substitute, and never thought about how to please the sponsor. In order to get more benefits, think about making money and paying off debts all day long, and strive to leave early.
Half a year is not long, but it is still enough to change a lot of things, and it still makes him feel scared.
Thinking about it while walking like this, when he was about to reach the door, Yi Hui turned a corner and met an oncoming community patrol car.
"Mr. Happy Tanabata." The young security guard driving the patrol car jumped out of the car and handed a rose in his hand, "I wish you and your lover happiness and longevity."
The property in the community is complete. Every festival will hold this kind of activity to give benefits to the owners. Yi Hui has received flowers from the property several times before. Once Zhou Jinheng saw it, he frowned and asked him where the flowers came from. Yes, let him not always run out when he has nothing to do.
Thinking of this, Yi Hui, who wanted to reject it with "I'm not the owner" hesitated for a moment, then took it with a smile: "Thank you."
The flowers seemed to be freshly picked, and the petals were still dripping with water. This reminded Yi Hui of the white snowflakes that are in bloom at home. I wonder if I will be lucky enough to see them bloom this year.
Watching the patrol car drive away, Yi Hui couldn't wait to turn around and plan to go back quickly. The moment he raised his head, he met the sight of the person standing on the side of the road.
Yi Hui held a rose in his hand, and the smile that was hanging on his face just now was immediately put away, and it was completely hidden under the street lamp.
Entering the room one after the other, the light was not turned on at the entrance, Yi Hui didn't know the distance when he was bowing to change his shoes, and his head slammed into Zhou Jinheng's back.
"Sorry." After Yi Hui finished speaking, he took a step back and squatted down to continue changing his shoes.
I came back late today, and my aunt has already left. Afraid of being asked if he had been out for more than 12 hours, he entered the house and watered the flowers, so he was anxious to go upstairs.
"Your flowers, and bears." Zhou Jinheng, who had been silent for a while, suddenly said.
Yi Hui had to bite the bullet and turned around and took away the flowers and dolls that were placed on the cabinet in the entrance.
The living room is very large, and from the entrance to the stairs, you have to pass the sofa. Yi Hui inadvertently caught a glimpse of several empty wine bottles lying on the coffee table.
It seems that Zhou Jinheng came back earlier than him today.
Come back so early, just to drink
But this wasn't his responsibility. Yi Hui didn't think much about it. He went upstairs to the rooftop to collect his clothes and hurried into the downstairs bathroom, not forgetting to lock it.
He even took his mobile phone into the bathroom, put on his clothes and prepared to put it in his pocket. A message was suddenly posted in the backstage of Weibo: Zhou Jinheng was injured in an advertisement, and the master said that his fleeting years were not good for his career or he was going downhill.
When I unlocked it, I just jumped to the news page and glanced at it roughly. The fans in the comments were either crying and crying, or scolding the marketing account for nonsense. There were a few passersby who gloated over the misfortune and ridiculed Zhou Jinheng for doing nothing to get on the hot search. No need to go to extremes, self-mutilation can be done.
He didn't mention the injury from beginning to end, Yi Hui stood there for a while before putting the phone back in his pocket.
When he came out, Zhou Jinheng was still in the living room.
With his back to Yi Hui, he fell onto his naked back with a bottle of wound medicine in his hand. Because he couldn't see it, the medicated oil not only didn't get to the place where it was needed, but instead spilled most of it on the ground.
When Zhou Jinheng turned around, Yi Hui immediately looked away and heard the sound of unscrewing another bottle of potion. He was about to lift his foot to leave, but was stopped.
"Aren't you going to apply some medicine for me?" Zhou Jinheng put an arm around his shoulder, pointed to his back, and said confidently, "You hit it."
In less than three minutes, Yi Hui used his actions to explain the meaning of the idiom "reluctantly" thoroughly and in detail.
He casually smeared the mouth of the medicine bottle along Zhou Jinheng's bruise, the thickness of which was varied.
Zhou Jinheng's hand quickly stretched out and clasped his wrist: "There's more here, help me."
Because of the collision when entering the door, Yi Hui refused to let it out, thinking that he should let a drunken mad person sit back and help Zhou Jinheng wipe off the wound on his shoulder.
In the process of wiping, Yi Hui found that in addition to the back, shoulders and arms, there were also several bruises and bruises on the front of the chest.
Zhou Jinheng's first movie was an action movie. Later, he also took on a lot of film and television works with fighting plots. In addition, he didn't like to use a stand-in for several years, so injuries were inevitable. The bottle of wound medicine was bought by the stupid Yi Hui when he was there.
Such a high-intensity filming did not cause all the bruises and wounds, how did you make such a commercial
I was puzzled, but didn't intend to ask. Zhou Jinheng didn't know how much he drank, and the skin all over his body was evaporating heat. Yi Hui's hand accidentally brushed the texture of his waist, causing his fingers to curl up.
When all the wounds he could see were covered with medicine, Yi Hui breathed a sigh of relief, closed the bottle cap, and left again.
"That's it?" Zhou Jinheng was lying on the sofa half-naked, his tone slightly prolonged, "You're hitting hard."
It's not that I haven't heard him act like this.
In those three years, Yi Hui thought that he should take care of him when he was old. Although Zhou Jinheng sneered, he was willing to accept his care occasionally when he was in a good mood.
I remember one time, it was also a smearing medicine. Yi Hui was afraid of hurting him, so his movements couldn't be lighter. After wiping, Zhou Jinheng took his hand and kissed it, grinning slyly: "Grey's hands are really soft, Knead a few more times?"
The voice is still in my ears, as if it happened yesterday. Yi Hui lowered his eyes and pretended not to hear, and put the medicine bottle back on the coffee table.
After this time, he can finally leave.
Just when he got up, his legs hadn't even straightened up, when suddenly he was pulled by a strong force and he leaned over to the sofa.
Before he had time to panic, seeing Zhou Jinheng's painful expression, Yi Hui thought that the wound had been pressed against him, so he was about to stand up, but was tightly wrapped by the arms around his waist, and his upper body could not stand upright.
It was too close, and the eyes that had nowhere to land fell on Zhou Jinheng's face. The wound he thought had healed was still there, and when he got closer, he could see the jagged cuts with damaged texture, like a worm entrenched on his face.
Yi Hui was stunned. It turned out that the wound was so long and deep.
Zhou Jinheng didn't seem to care, he just smiled, but there was no smile in his eyes.
"It hurts," he said.
The hoarse voice made Yi Hui's heart twitch, and after a short while, he tried to struggle to get up again, but another arm wrapped around his neck and pressed down suddenly.
Yi Hui was lying in Zhou Jinheng's arms completely, his chin resting on his broad shoulders, and the smell of wine and medicinal oil entered his nostrils.
Zhou Jinheng's hot lips pressed against Yi Hui's cool ear. He wanted to look at him, but he was afraid that he would catch disgust in his expression again.
He can laugh at friends, laugh at strangers, only to himself, there will always be indifference and resistance.
"Did I hurt you so much at that time?" Zhou Jinheng frowned, as if the pain was so severe that even alcohol could not numb his pain senses.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." His breathing frequency was disordered, as if he didn't know what to do to keep the person in his arms, so he had to say "I'm sorry" over and over again.
Until his voice was dry and hoarse, he struggled to express his deepest desire in his breath: "Can you... give me back my Huihui?"
The little fool who loves me, smiles at me, and loves me, can you give it back to me