The girls not far away gathered together in a circle and were singing the love songs of Twins together. After singing "No Tears in Moscow", they sang "Love Is Over the Sky".
Tang Junhe stayed alone in the tent, listening to the singing from a distance, looking at a small piece of starry sky through the skylight on the roof, feeling mixed emotions in his heart. Until now, he didn't know if his elder brother Yang Xuan hated him. If he hated it, why did he carry him down from the top of the mountain and clean his wound? If he didn't hate it, then why did he always show impatience to himself? Could it be that all he did was because of their biological blood relationship, because he wanted to fulfill his elder brother's obligations, or because he wanted to fulfill Yang Chengchuan's entrustment before leaving the house
In fact, he lied to Yang Xuan just now, and the scratches were not only on his forehead, elbows and ankles, but also a lot of abrasions on his legs and back. His whole body hurt like a frame falling apart. As long as he moved, he couldn't help the pain He had to frown—but he didn't dare to let Yang Xuan know, because he was afraid that Yang Xuan would think he was a big trouble.
In a daze, Tang Junhe fell asleep, and his sleep was not very solid. The scenes from his childhood and the present appeared in his dream intertwined. In the end, he actually dreamed of Zhou Lin again. In the dream, Zhou Lin didn't die, but just hid He got up, trying to get close to him in every possible way, and that gaze returned to him intensified.
He struggled to wake up from the dream, his chest heaved rapidly, and when he opened his eyes, he met Yang Xuan's eyes in front of him. Yang Xuan came in at some point, and was looking at him with no warmth in his eyes, but he quickly calmed down.
"Did you have a nightmare?" Yang Xuan looked at him and asked.
Tang Junhe nodded while lying down. He was a little hesitant to tell Yang Xuan about the dream just now. If he did, would it uncover the scars that Yang Xuan didn't want to mention? After all, he lost his provincial team qualification for this. After thinking about it, he still didn't say it.
"Get up," Yang Xuan said, "I found you a tent."
Hearing what he said, Tang Junhe got up from the bed, instantly forgot the emotions in the dream just now, and said almost happily: "I don't have to sleep here with them?"
"Well, didn't you say you didn't want to sleep with them?" Yang Xuan lifted his bulging travel bag, looked into his burning eyes, and added, "Then you can sleep by yourself."
Sure enough, that look instantly turned into astonishment, mixed with a little disappointment, Yang Xuan turned his face slightly, and the corner of his mouth hidden in the darkness moved slightly.
"Can you walk down the ground?" After calming down, Yang Xuan looked at Tang Junhe and asked again.
"Yeah." Tang Junhe answered sullenly while putting on his shoes, his disappointment could not be concealed in his tone.
As he was walking out, he bumped into Li Li and Ding Wenying who were going back to the tent to sleep. Li Li was stunned for a moment, greeted Yang Xuan, looked at the travel bag in his hand and asked, "Do you want to change places?"
"Well, change it for him." Yang Xuan turned his face in Tang Junhe's direction.
"Oh... alright." Hearing what he said, Li Li didn't ask any further questions. He knew in his heart that Yang Xuan was not with them, nor could they provoke them. Some questions could be asked to Tang Junhe directly, but no one dared to bring them up in front of Yang Xuan, otherwise, without waiting for Yang Xuan to respond, Those "dog legs" around him will be the first to get angry.
Since it was set up very late, the location of the new tent was not good. It was on the very edge, almost close to the foot of the mountain, but it also had a little advantage—it was farther away from the lights, and it would be more comfortable to sleep at night.
"You go ahead." Yang Xuan stopped, turned to look at Tang Junhe and said.
Tang Junhe walked with a limp, as if he dared not touch the ground with his right foot, and the T-shirt around his waist was also torn, hanging loosely around his waist. Looking from behind, he looked like a little beggar, and he was still a little lame.
The little cripple moved into the tent without saying a word, sat on the moisture-proof mat, and watched Yang Xuan hesitate to speak.
"Go to bed early." Yang Xuan put his travel bag aside, and walked out of the tent before Tang Junhe could make a sound.
The group of people who slept late were playing truth or dare around the campfire, and there were bursts of laughter from time to time. Yang Xuan walked into the four-person tent, and the remaining three were playing cards with their legs crossed. Seeing him coming in, they all looked up at him.
"Brother Xuan, why are you sleeping with him?" Feng Bo said, playing cards, "Aren't you just kidding... three kings."
"Ask yourself." Yang Xuan bent down and picked up his travel bag and coat.
"Isn't he okay..." Feng Bo thought of something, looked up at Yang Xuan and asked, "Brother Xuan, did you hit him on the head?"
"Did you teach him to smoke?" Wang Xingchun interrupted and asked.
Yang Xuan said "huh?"
"Didn't you say that he wanted to learn to smoke?"
Yang Xuan thought of it as if there was such a thing, but he just said "no", put the travel bag on one shoulder, lowered his head, and got out of the tent.
When he went to the tent near the foot of the mountain, he thought of Tang Junhe holding a lighter and lighting a cigarette. His beautiful and innocent face was hidden behind the curling white smoke. , His appearance of turning bad is indeed exciting.
Tang Junhe squatted outside the tent after brushing his teeth, poured some mineral water on the towel, and was about to wipe his face when a black shadow suddenly fell over his head. The black shadow was getting closer and closer, he looked up and saw that it was Yang Xuan walking over.
Yang Xuan didn't look at him, and went into the tent. Tang Junhe didn't care to wipe his face, and followed into the tent, looked at Yang Xuan who was squatting on the ground, lowered his head and opened the zipper of his travel bag, and asked in a daze, "Why are you here?"
Yang Xuan said without raising his head: "There are too many people over there, crowded."
Tang Junhe couldn't stop smiling on his face, he just looked at Yang Xuan with silly joy for a while.
Yang Xuan took out a pack of Band-Aids from his travel bag, looked up at him and said, "Come here."
Tang Junhe squatted in front of him, and Yang Xuan saw that his cheeks were still stained with dust, so he took the towel from him and wiped him roughly twice. He couldn't help laughing with his eyes closed, his eyes were covered, but there were traces of happiness on the corners of his eyes and brows, and the corners of his mouth were also upturned.
so happy? Yang Xuan thought so in his heart, but he didn't make a sound. He just took two band-aids and stuck them on Tang Junhe's forehead side by side.
When putting on the first Band-Aid, Tang Junhe suddenly said, "Brother, you also helped me wipe my face when I was young."
Yang Xuan gave a calm "hmm".
After a band-aid was applied, Tang Junhe opened his eyes, touched his forehead with his hand, and said, "Actually, you rubbed me so badly at that time."
"Then why didn't you say that?" Yang Xuan took a second Band-Aid and stuck it on him. He no longer remembers the severity of the strike at that time, but thinking about it, he wouldn't be so gentle. At that time, Tang Junhe was his little toy, and he could do whatever he wanted, and he didn't care whether he hurt or not.
Tang Junhe said: "I'm afraid you won't wipe it for me if I tell you."
Yang Xuan said after a while, "Did I treat you badly when I was young?"
Tang Junhe thought for a while and said, "Sometimes it's good, sometimes it's not."
Yang Xuan couldn't help but laugh, he wanted to say that you are still happily coming over to seek abuse? But before he could speak, Tang Junhe continued.
"However, good times are especially good," Tang Junhe looked at him and said truthfully, "I forgot about bad times." After speaking, he added, "It's just like now."
Yang Xuan looked at him with a half-smile and asked, "How am I treating you now?"
Tang Junhe nodded seriously, and said, "Brother, have you noticed that as long as I have something to do, you will treat me very, very well."
Yang Xuan just laughed, stood up from the ground, took the travel bag aside, found out the mouthwash and mineral water, went outside the tent to wash, and when he came back, Tang Junhe was pulling the cut piece on his belly. With a tattered T-shirt, he called Tang Xiaonian. While answering the phone, he looked up at Yang Xuan uncomfortably.
Tang Xiaonian was a forbidden topic for the two of them, and they both tacitly understood it.
After hanging up the phone, the two of them lay down in the tent, and neither of them made a sound for a while, they were silent to each other. After a while, Tang Junhe opened his mouth, and asked the unanswered question stubbornly: "Brother, why did you go to the top of the mountain to find me?"
Seeing that Yang Xuan was still silent, he said again: "Are you afraid that I will fall from the top of the mountain?"
As if knowing that Yang Xuan would not answer him, he continued: "When I was sitting on the top of the mountain, I thought that if I fell to my death, it might be just right."
Yang Xuan closed his eyelids and asked, "What's right?"
"At that time, I was thinking, maybe you will be happy if the person you hate falls to your death." After saying this, Tang Junhe was a little apprehensive, and he was waiting for Yang Xuan's next sarcasm.
But Yang Xuan was silent for a while, and just said: "Don't think about it, go to sleep."
Just a few simple words made Tang Junhe inexplicably happier. His right hand groped, touched Yang Xuan's forearm, and then moved down to hold Yang Xuan. Xuan's hand. He felt the slightly larger palm covered with thin calluses move, and he clenched it nervously, for fear that Yang Xuan would pull it out, but Yang Xuan did not continue to move.
"Brother," Tang Junhe hesitated for a moment, boldly, and said in a low voice, "Don't ignore me from now on, okay?" There was almost a begging tone in his tone.
I thought that Yang Xuan would not respond to his request, but after a while, Yang Xuan's deep voice rang out in the silent darkness: "If you are obedient, I will not ignore you."