Another September, compared to the year when I first arrived in CTR, the overall feeling of this year was hotter. The temperature in early September was still at 37 degrees. At noon, the air conditioner in the noodle restaurant could not completely block the heat. Fu Cuo waved He opened the air-conditioning curtain and walked in, put the guitar on the table, ordered a bowl of noodles with pea sauce, and was sweating while eating with his head down, when there was a sound of "yo" from behind, and someone patted him on the shoulder.
Looking up, I saw that it was the brother from the next room, so I greeted him with a smile.
The senior brother ordered two taels of beef noodles, whipped out a pair of chopsticks, sat down opposite him, and stared at him a little embarrassed.
Fu Cuo was stared at uncomfortably, and asked, "Is there something wrong?"
The senior brother coughed: "Fu Cuo, someone asked me to ask you something."
Fu Cuo lowered his head and ate the noodles, nodded and said, "Huh? What's the matter?"
The senior brother pulled the chair closer to him, winked his eyes and asked, "Are you still single?"
Fu Cuo paused for a moment with his chopsticks: "Why do you ask me this?"
"What are you talking about?" The brother grinned, blaming him for his lack of vision, "Didn't I ask for a friend of mine..."
"Oh..." Fu Cuo nodded, understood, then smiled and lowered his head to rub his face, "Thank you for your love, my friend, but I'm not single anymore."
"What?!" The senior brother looked surprised, "You have a girlfriend? I've been living next to you for a year, why didn't I know?"
Fu Cuo bowed his head with his face in his mouth, and said vaguely: "Another place."
The senior brother had a clear look in his eyes, and shook his head with a sigh: "It's a pity, my junior girl likes you very much."
Fu Cuo smiled and said, "Thank you for her liking."
The two of them ate face to face for a while, and the senior brother remembered something: "By the way, the little handsome guy came to you again," he laughed halfway through, "But this time it's a big handsome guy~~"
The young man on the opposite side raised his head: "What?!... Where did you see him?"
The brother didn't quite understand why he was so excited, so he said, "When I came out to eat just now, I was still the same, standing outside your door and waiting, such a big sun..."
Fu Cuo immediately put down his chopsticks, wiped his mouth twice with a tissue, left the money on the table, picked up the guitar bag, turned around and ran out: "Brother, eat slowly!"
"Hey... there's still half a bowl here, don't you want to eat?!"
Fu Cuo rushed all the way back to the apartment under the scorching sun, went upstairs, and stopped at the stairs. The last time it was a rainy night, this time it was a clear noon. At the end of the long balcony, a tall and handsome young man was carrying a guitar bag, with a small silver suitcase at his feet, and his arms resting on the balcony railing. Because of his height, his back is slightly arched like this. He is wearing a pair of white earphones, and he is looking at the scenery outside the building. The hot sun makes him squint his eyes. There are cars passing by downstairs, and the reflection of the windshield It flashed on his face before he turned his head to avoid it.
As soon as Sui Qingchi turned his head, he saw a young man standing at the entrance of the corridor, his chest undulating slightly, wearing a black T-shirt and carrying a black guitar bag.
Fu Cuo saw Sui Qingchi slowly stand up straight facing him, and pulled off the earphones. He found that Sui Qingchi seemed to have grown taller again, a little bit taller than himself at 1.83 meters.
The golden sunlight filled the long corridor, the sound of cicadas accompanied by the heat waves hit, Fu Cuo suppressed the terrific heartbeat, walked in front of him, Sui Qingchi looked at him, as if waiting for him to speak . He said, "Why don't you say hello every time you come?"
Sui Qingchi slung the guitar bag on his shoulder, only lowered his head and smiled, then raised his eyes and asked him: "How are you thinking?"
Fu Cuo nodded and said, "I figured it out."
So what if you will regret it in the future? Do you give up the happiness in front of you because you will regret it in the future? what is the future? The future is nothing, what matters is the present.
…is now.
Sui Qingchi, who is nineteen years old in two months, although he still doesn't like to laugh, is already more fond of laughing than Sui Qingchi, who is sixteen, seventeen, and eighteen years old combined. He laughs silently , seems to be a little reluctant to let go of the smile, but the eyes are slightly fascinated, as charming as a cat, the sun casts the shadow of his eyelashes under the eyes, Fu Cuo has the illusion that there is a tree shade covering the top of his head, so cool .
Sui Qingchi pointed to the door with his chin, and urged in a low voice: "Open the door quickly."
Fu Cuo didn't know why, but he said these four words in a low and light tone, which made people feel embarrassed. When he stepped forward to open the door, Sui Qingchi's body approached from behind, and only stopped behind him. Fu Cuo could immediately feel the changes in his body size and weight. The heat from the balcony was blocked by Sui Qingchi's body. His personal shadow overlapped on the door, and the height of Sui Qingchi's shadow was no less than his.
As soon as the door opened, Sui Qingchi squeezed in from behind him, and that squeeze felt to Fu Cuo as powerful as bumping into a full-grown stag.
After entering the house, Sui Qingchi put the trolley case next to the door, Fu Cuo closed the door, went forward to close the window, threw the key on the coffee table, turned on the old-fashioned window air conditioner, turned around and said, "Is it hot? The air conditioner is a bit cold." It’s old, it may take a while to cool down.”
Sui Qingchi put down the guitar bag and held it in his hand. When he turned around and saw Fu Cuo's guitar bag, he walked over and put it on the sofa, leaning against Fu Cuo's guitar bag side by side. At this time, the air conditioner finally blew a cool breeze , Brushing his vest, he turned around and saw Fu Cuo took a cup from the kitchen counter at the door and was pouring water for him.
Walking over, Fu Cuo just turned around and handed him the water. Sui Qingchi took it, and before drinking it, Fu Cuo walked towards the refrigerator again.
Sui Qingchi grabbed him.
Fu turned around by mistake, Sui Qingchi leaned over and kissed her.
He was still holding the cup in one hand, but his hand went around behind Fu Cuo. At the end of the kiss, Fu Cuo only felt that his heels were cold, and it was all the water that flowed out of the cup and splashed on the floor.
Fu Cuo hugged him back, Sui Qingchi's lips were dry and hot, he thought to himself, at least drink some water...
Hearing the sound of duang at last, the cup finally fell on the floor, it didn't break, it just rolled to his feet, Sui Qingchi spread his fingers and clasped it tightly on his shoulder.
It was the first time for the two of them, in the simple rental house, the old house was not soundproof, they turned on the computer speakers, clicked on a playlist, and suppressed themselves in the sound of music. This year, Sui Qingchi was 19 years old, and Fu Cuo was 21. Sui Qingchi was so tall that he was 1.85 meters taller than Fu Cuo, who was 1.83 meters tall. collapse.
Sui Qingchi looked down at Fu Cuo's eyes slightly, measuring the heights of the two of them: "Why haven't you grown any longer?"
In fact, some are growing, but they seem to be different species, just like the Labrador and the cheetah. At first, they were on the same starting line, and even the Labrador was a little taller. However, it didn't take long for the cheetah to overtake.
Fu Miss smiled: "Is it funny?"
"No," Sui Qingchi said, "I think this is very good. I will try to grow taller, so that it can help you keep out the wind."
The kiss was frenzied, but as soon as they got to the bed, they were defeated. Fu Cuo looked at Sui Qingchi who was sweating profusely above him, and tried to comfort him: "Don't worry, you just encountered a high-pitched voice that you couldn't get up to, and you couldn't find a good way to express it. …”
Sui Qingchi laid down on him with a deep breath, resting his head on his chest, clenched his hands on the bed into fists, feeling frustrated and ashamed: "I don't know what's wrong, I've practiced it many times in the shower …”
"Me too." Fu Cuo whispered.
Sui Qingchi looked up at him and opened his eyes wide. Fu Cuo had never seen his eyes open so wide. It was a little funny for a while, but gradually he didn't think so.
After opening for a long time, there seems to be a touch of red in the eyes, like red wine, like blood that has fainted, and a little bit like a touch of rouge, the already beautiful eyes, because of this strange color, the beauty is even more confusing Passionate.
Fu Cuo couldn't help recalling that rainy day, on the stairs of the school, Sui Qingchi who squatted down to treat his wound, his bent neck and soft hair, only felt that the blue stalk back then was finally in full bloom at this moment up.
Sui Qingchi was completely released and hugged him tightly. The song was still playing in a loop. Fu Cuo could only hear Sui Qingchi's low panting in his ears, as if the sound of the tide had been amplified countless times, slowly and slowly Backing away, the tight weight on his heart finally loosened a bit, Sui Qingchi pulled out the hand that was hugging his back, and gently held it on his shoulder.
The two of them didn't speak after that, there was the sound of ticking water outside the window, the air conditioner was still sticking to it, trying to cool down the almost hot space of 28 square meters, the lights of the speakers were on, and the playlist was still circulating.
Fu Cuo hugged the even more exhausted Sui Qingchi exhaustedly, listening to one song after another looping in the dark space, drowning out the noise of the busy traffic outside the window, the neon billboards went out one by one, from There were fewer and fewer car lights streaking across the ceiling, and at some point he also closed his eyes.
When he opened his eyes again, the sun had already risen. Fu Cuo felt the heat of the sun shining on his arms, and the light also illuminated Sui Qingchi's entire back. He fell asleep with his chin resting on his shoulder. Sui Qingchi's hair was still very soft, and it fell down when he lowered his head to sleep, and it was piled loose and thick on his forehead, scratching Fu Cuo's neck, but it didn't itch at all.
The temperature in the room was much higher than last night, but it wasn’t too hot. This window machine broke down once, and it was the first time after it was repaired that it didn’t break down all night. They were lucky, Fu Cuo thought happily. . The music was still looping, with the piano chords beating the drums. It was a song he liked very much. Knowing that Sui Qingchi hadn't woken up yet, he couldn't help but pat him on the shoulder.
"Huh?" Sui Qingchi snorted unconsciously.
"I want to hear you sing this song." Fu Cuo turned his head to the side, looked at Sui Qingchi's face half buried in the pillow, and whispered.
"... Now?" Sui Qingchi didn't raise his head, his voice sounded muffled over his shoulder.
"... Mmm." He had a little expectation and a little nervousness in his heart, like a child who had never acted like a baby, and it was the first time he exercised such power.
Sui Qingchi didn't answer, but just turned his head away, Fu Cuo thought that he probably fell asleep again, looking at the back of Sui Qingchi's innocent head and neck, he shook his head helplessly.
Lying on the crowded bed, he looked at the sun above his head and listened to the song quietly. When the song entered the chorus, there was an extra voice in his ears. He opened his eyes slightly in surprise, and Sui Qingchi's voice The one who joined in so unexpectedly, cooperating with Chris Martin's vicissitudes of metal voice, is lazy, with a little nasal voice, but very pleasant shallow singing:
But when I'm cold, cold
Oh when I'm cold, cold
There's a light that you give me
When I'm in shadows
There's a feeling you give me
An everglow
Sui Qingchi sang this chorus, the voice is not too low, in the state of just waking up, before opening the voice, there is no weakness in any way, it's just softer and vaguer, Fu Cuo doesn't know that Sui Qingchi Was it intentional to wait for this chorus, or was it an unintentional coincidence, this lyrics, sung from Sui Qingchi's mouth, made him want to cry for the first time.
Sui Qingchi sang the whole song, and he hummed some parts of the lyrics if he couldn't remember them.
At the end of the song, he heard Sui Qingchi take a long, deep breath and let out a longer breath, as if he was a little more awake, he turned his head back and asked him in a whisper: "Is it OK?"
"Don't be too OK." Fu Cuo said with a smile, and asked again, "Why did you turn your head and sing?"
Sui Qingchi closed her eyes and smiled: "I'm shy..."
Fu Cuo looked at Sui Qingchi like this, and couldn't help asking: "Sui Qingchi, why do you like me?" There are so many girls who like you, can't you see them
Sui Qingchi said sleepily, "I don't know."
"This answer is not OK."
"Okay, let me think about it..."
After thinking for a long time, he fell asleep again. Fu Cuo shook his shoulders and opened those eyes again. Sui Qingchi squinted, and even remembered the previous question. He sighed, turned over and fell asleep: "I really don't know... I don't know when , there is a voice in my head, ordering me to like you."
"You don't have to obey that order." Fu Cuo said.
Sui Qingchi opened his eyes, looked sideways at him, and said, "I can't help but listen. It's very loud."
Fu Cuo looked at his calm face, but his eyes were never calm, and his heart was so pounding that he couldn't speak.
Sui Qingchi asked him: "Why do you like me?"
"Maybe... fascinated by the way you like someone."
"What does that look like?"
"Very enthusiastic, very brave, very... irresistible." Fu Cuo said, thinking that he is really stupid, not like someone who has got high scores in composition.
Sui Qingchi leaned over, lowered her eyelashes, and looked at him closely from above: "I don't like a person, but I like you."
Fu Cuo looked at Sui Qingchi who was blocking the sun for him from above, and his black hair hung down in strands on his forehead, hiding his eyes even deeper.
"Well," he nodded, "this is the best."