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In the early morning of the next day, the sun shone into the room, Zhuang Yi and Xun Yuming were still sleeping with their arms around each other, neither of them wanted to wake up. The two of them waited until the sun was high before they dawdled to get up and wash.
After the awards ceremony, Zhuang Yi wanted to stop by his alma mater, and it happened that Stanford sent an invitation to Xun Yuming to give a speech at the beginning of the semester. Xun Yuming readily agreed, and this time he came back to live in the hotel dormitory that Zhuang Yi rented off-campus, and specially booked this house where they lived for more than three years to relive their old dreams.
Revisiting the old place, everything is still the same, the tiles in the corner are a bit moldy, the cracks on the glass of the terrace are still there, Xun Yuming changed into a white T-shirt and jeans, and went out in canvas shoes and Zhuang Yi, looking like an old man from the campus student.
On the contrary, Zhuang Yi has become more, with a dark blue shirt, black trousers, suede shoes on his feet, and a pair of black sunglasses on his high nose.
The two rented a silver-gray Volvo, parked it outside the school, and walked in from the central square. The sun was scorching hot at this time, and sporadic people were sunbathing on the grass, and the students playing volleyball changed wave after wave, and their names were no longer known.
Xun Yuming took Zhuang Yi's hand, and there was a narrow stone road under his feet, with tiny holes exposed. Zhuang Yi pointed to the opposite side, took out his hand-held video camera, the small one was light and easy to hold, "Ear, come and say hi to everyone."
"No." Xun Yuming turned his face away, "You take all the ugly photos of me."
"How could it be? You never had an ugly time." Zhuang Yi smiled and kissed his temples, and said to the camera as he walked, "This is our alma mater. Ear and I met in college when he was only fifteen , isn’t it amazing?”
"Oh, by the way, last time a friend asked why we didn't study medicine in our university. In fact, the training system for medical students in the United States is different from that in our country. Medical schools only accept undergraduate graduates. My ears and I are both undergraduates in the Department of Biology. He It was to lay the groundwork for medical school, and I chose it at random."
"This kind of thing can be chosen casually." Xun Yuming muttered quietly.
Zhuang Yi pinched his face: "When I didn't meet you, I had no dreams."
After meeting him, finding Yuming was his dream, and he didn't want to say the second part in front of the camera.
The two walked into the school, walked through the arches of the promenade, and came to the gate of the Memorial Church. Zhuang Yi smiled and asked, "Do you want to go in and pray?"
Xun Yuming nodded, walked along the red carpet to the front row, sat on a brown long wooden chair, folded his hands together and bowed his head to read a few words silently. After coming out, Zhuang Yi asked him what he was asking for, he shook his head and said, "I won't tell you."
Wishes won't come true, he doesn't want to be separated from his brother.
They wandered aimlessly through the school, past a group of black statues, a memorial fountain in front of them, and pink and white roses blooming dazzlingly in the surrounding flower beds. Zhuang Yi squatted down, pointed to the inscription on the side of the stone platform, and said to Xun Yuming, "These are people who have made outstanding contributions in the past hundred years. In the future, your name will also be engraved on it."
When they were in school, they walked side by side on the campus. Zhuang Yi pointed to the road under his feet and told him that this corridor has been walked by Hoover, Kennedy, and countless scientists. In the future, others will envy it I am proud to say that Xun Yuming, a famous medical scientist, once walked here.
Xun Yuming tilted his head and asked him with a smile, "What about you? Won't you accompany me?"
"Then I have to work harder." Zhuang Yi shrugged and took a deep breath: "It's really impossible to donate some money, and Jiandong teaching building can accompany you."
"Oh yes, did you have the seminar last time, did you not go there again?" Speaking of achievements, Xun Yuming suddenly remembered this matter, and planned to accompany him to go, but he was delayed by his illness For Zhuang Yi, every time he is the one who fulfills his dream, but I always hold him back.
Xun Yuming felt guilty from the bottom of his heart.
Zhuang Yi smiled, and dragged him to climb the Hoover Tower, "The symposium won't be held, wait until next time. This year there will be an International Psychological Conference held every four years, which is bigger than the symposium, so you can go with me then. "
"What time? I'll ask for leave immediately."
"It's still early, it's August."
Zhuang Yi climbed up the stone ladder and stood in front of the black fence. He had a panoramic view of the Stanford campus, with khaki buildings dotted among the green vegetation and the scorching sun in the distance, just like when they were young.
The past is like smoke, vivid in his memory, Xun Yuming panted and leaned on his shoulder, and his tone couldn't help expressing emotion: "Time flies so fast, it has been more than ten years in a blink of an eye, and we have all grown up."
"But we are still together." The corners of Zhuang Yi's mouth were slightly curved, and he looked at him tenderly, "Do you still remember? You used to be a small one, carrying a big old-fashioned schoolbag, wearing waterproof silk sportswear every day, She walks in a daze, which is very cute."
"You're the only one who thinks it's cute." Xun Yuming thought of his rustic self, and it seemed like a lifetime ago, "No wonder I was in such a miserable situation at the time, I was so young and stupid, how could I not be bullied."
The classmates were all tall and big, but he was less than 1.75 meters at the time, and his personality was withdrawn. His shining points were buried too deep, and he was incompatible with the passionate culture. Wherever he was bullied by others, standing in the crowd was a look. The image of the doormat.
Zhuang Yi didn't take it seriously: "It's all the fault of others judging people by their appearance, how can I blame you? Your image in my heart has never changed, you have always been beautiful and tough, and your height can't hide the light. In fact, you are the only one. sun."
Xun Yuming always said that Zhuang Yi was the sun in his gloomy life, illuminating the haze of his first half of life, but he didn't understand that in Zhuang Yi's heart, he was the sun.
His unswerving pursuit of dreams, his terrifying grasp of life, and his indomitable execution and endurance all made him shine. What's more, he is still so independent and brave. Instead of giving up on yourself, you will work harder to pursue your goals.
It is these that give him a fatal appeal, and it is these that make him irreplaceable.
Confidence makes him beautiful, dreams make him shine.
Although he once left himself and made wrong choices in their love, who is the all-knower of life? It's hard to tell right from wrong with his judgment now, Zhuang Yi can't turn back the time, go back to the original point, experience the desperation he faced, and change places, he doesn't dare to say confidently that he can do better .
Regardless of the result or not, at least his starting point is good. He is afraid of delaying himself, and he is not willing to let himself face the despair of life, so he chooses to bear it alone and keep the best side for himself. It is also a helpless move.
Zhuang Yi blamed him, now looking back, the only thing left is heartache, which is nothing more than heartache, especially seeing that he is still deeply regretful to this day, so I can't help but want to hug him and let him let go of that The self that has already been riddled with holes.
Looking at him, Xun Yuming couldn't help but lean into his arms, hugging this firm body like a mountain, "Brother, I really want to love you, but I don't know how to do it."
How can love be perceived by the other party
Xun Yuming is ignorant of this aspect, everything he has done so far is out of instinct, he is not sure whether Zhuang Yi has realized his love, and he is afraid that Zhuang Yi has not experienced enough, as if he has a sea to water his love. The other side has only a trickle.
Zhuang Yi lowered his head and kissed him, rubbing his thumb lightly on his brow bone, "It's okay, brother will teach you."
In fact, there is no need for him to teach, Xun Yuming has always been very talented, and every day when Zhuang Yi is with him, he can feel the joy of being loved. People with love and without love can be distinguished at a glance. Those who are loved are naturally full of energy, and they speak and act with confidence.
The reason why Zhuang Yi has been able to give love continuously for so many years is not because of his super healing ability and deep love by nature, but to put it bluntly, it is because Xun Yuming also gave him enough love back.
This matter is not a judgment in a legal document, and it is not clear that you are more than me, and Xun Yuming has never done anything specifically, but his eyes, smile, blush, and heartbeat all clearly stated I love you.
He released the signal, Zhuang Yi sensed it, and passed it on to each other, achieving a heart flow. This process is going on all the time, repeating every minute and every second. The soul is like two intertwined trees, each growing into the appearance of the other.
The two walked around for a long time, and then went to the souvenir supermarket. Xun Yuming saw two hoodies with the school badge on them, and asked him, "Shall we buy two? It's only $18."
"Buy it, you're in charge of the bill and still ask me?" Zhuang Yi chose the size, asked him to go to the checkout, and bought two bottles of water with his pocket money.
It was almost dusk when they came out of Stanford, and the campus was too big for them to walk all day. Xun Yuming lacked exercise and his legs were so tired, so Zhuang Yi simply took him to San Francisco for dinner. An hour's drive will soon arrive in the Bay Area.
"How about eating pork rib rice?" Xun Yuming suggested, "I don't know if that restaurant is still there."
Zhuang Yi drove to the street where he used to work, and parked the car on the ramp, "It seems that there is no replacement, go and have a look."
Xun Yuming went to push open the door, the boss behind the bar was a young man, he had a chat with him, and the other party quickly called out a gray-haired old man. He seemed to have a deep impression of Xun Yuming, and said with a smile, "Oh—I remember you, you used to come here every month to pack pork ribs."
"You add two spoonfuls of broth and a braised egg to me every time." That was one of the few warmths in his life when he was loneliest.
The boss laughed loudly, talking about the last time he forgot to give him the ribs, he still had an impression, and said that he was getting old, and the store was left to his son to take care of it. In the end, Zhuang Yi and Xun Yuming each ordered a meal, and the boss served them three servings of pork ribs, and they finally made up for it.
After dinner, Xun Yuming and Zhuang Yi went to buy waffles. Now that shop is getting bigger and bigger, it has changed from a narrow storefront to a chain operation, and the pattern has been renovated countless times.
Looking at the picture, Xun Yuming ordered a muffin tower. The banana-flavored muffins are layered on top of each other, with Greek yogurt, strawberries, blueberries, and cranberries in the middle, sprinkled with chocolate sauce and icing sugar, so sweet as before.
They went to the beach and found a bare white reef. Zhuang Yi carried Xun Yuming up to it, and the two of them were facing the sea breeze and chatting under the stars.
With a smear of yogurt hanging from the corner of his mouth, Xun Yuming slipped into Zhuang Yi's arms with a smile and urged: "It's okay, I have a lot of eyelashes, pull mine out."
"My eyelashes fell off, how did you pull them out?" Zhuang Yi rubbed his eyes, but the eyelashes did not fall off, but an eyebrow fell on the palm of his hand.
He pretended: "That's it, let's make a wish."
"It's too perfunctory." Xun Yuming twitched that eyebrow and put it in front of each other's eyes.
Zhuang Yi closed his eyes tightly, made a new wish to him that he had made ten years ago, and blew lightly, Xun Yuming immediately covered his eyes: "Ah, my eyes are lost."
"Let me see." Zhuang Yi pretended to blow to him, and he blew him into his arms, "Hold him for a while."
"elder brother."
"Um?"
"I love you so much."
"I love you too."
"How long have you been in love?"
"Well... forever."
"That's too little."
"How long did you say?"
"Life after life."
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[1] See the first article of the scarf, @英渡英DU.
There is also the last chapter of Extra Story (2), the short stories of Cen Ji and Ren Xuechuan will be updated in Bibo.