Life in high school always goes by quickly. The time was stuffed up by the heavy schoolwork, and occasionally I looked up from the dense small print in the test paper, only to see a neatly sinking shoulder blade, and the rustling sound of the pen tip flying on the paper was like a silkworm gnawing on a mulberry leaf.
Yan Qiwei and Liang Xiao had a tacit understanding and did not talk about what happened that evening. The young man's unspoken confession was blown away by the evening wind, but a little bit of debris fell into her heart, silently explaining all her thoughts.
Time flies, and in a blink of an eye it is the end of the year.
Affected by that power, Yan Qiwei was unable to inquire or inquire about any information related to "Liang Wei". She could only determine based on the gossip she overheard in high school. Liang Wei's death was probably during the first semester of high school, not long after the start of the school year. .
Ms. Xie Yuan, who told her about this matter, had a sad face, and seemed to hesitate for a while before she said, "Weiwei, I heard that something happened to the little girl in the Liang family. Your father and I are going to the imperial capital tonight. "
Then he said: "You have to pay attention to safety during this time, their family..."
The words stopped abruptly here, after all, it was a secret private matter in someone else's family.
- But judging from the look and tone of my mother's speech, it was mostly an accident.
The imperial capital in winter is flooded with dry and cold winds, rushing as if lost, slamming on the window lattices. Everything was silent, and the smog was reminiscent of layers of milk, splashed in the almost freezing air.
The clouds deposited on the horizon were gray, blocking the sunlight behind the clouds, and when I looked up, I could only see a faintly glowing yellow cotton, other than that, there was no bright color.
New Year's Eve is a time for family reunions. Yan Qiwei was sitting on the sofa watching the Spring Festival Gala with her family, and suddenly it was inappropriate to think that this was the last New Year "Liang Wei" spent with them.
Chen Jiayi finally got out of her heavy work, lay on Liang Qiheng's arm on the sofa, and ate a melon seed tiredly: "It's not me, the quality of the Spring Festival Gala is getting worse and worse now, all the guests invited are Traffic stars have lost their proper atmosphere at all. Listen, what is this song about? It almost broke."
Liang Qiang touched his chin with his free left hand, and nodded arrogantly: "It makes sense. They are Chenmen's singing. In front of our imperial capital, White Rose, there is no word 'broken sound'."
The three juniors laughed at the same time, and Chen Jiayi glared at him pretending to be angrily: "The imperial capital is broken, your Taoism is not higher than theirs."
Liang Qi replied yes.
The group was completely overwhelmed by the overwhelming red envelopes, and the small group of four was swiped by Zheng Zeyu's blessings.
[There is a consonance in my heart, but it makes no sense without a red envelope; the spring breeze brings warmth to Tusu, and I am content with the red envelope; the sound of firecrackers eliminates one year old, and I am unhappy without a red envelope. ]
[New Year's Eve is approaching, for the sake of the earth's environment and resources, please consciously reduce the purchase of traditional paper money greeting cards, and send me a red envelope on QQ. ]
In the end, I simply sent an earthy emoticon package with flashing fonts: [Friend, do you want to send it? ]
Yan Qiwei: …
Zheng Zeyu, a man with an adolescent body, a kindergarten-level aesthetic, and a middle-aged attitude towards life, is really amazing.
"By the way, for the New Year, this thing is indispensable." Chen Jiayi smiled and exchanged a look with her husband, and took out three thick and large red envelopes from her coat pocket like a conjuration, "I prepared it with my father."
Liang Bozhong was the first to rush forward to take it with both hands: "I wish you two generations to come and rule the rivers and lakes!"
Yan Qiwei also followed him and coaxed: "Long live, long live, long live!"
"Don't, don't," Liang Qi waved his hand, "Learn from your brother Liang Xiao, how much people are spoiled and humiliated."
Yan Qiwei quietly gave him a look.
Liang Xiao paused: "Thank you... Thank you Lord Longen."
Chen Jiayi laughed: "This child also followed Weiwei and learned badly."
"How can you learn badly from me?" She smiled and stepped forward, hugged Chen Jiayi and Liang Qi, and sipped each other on their cheeks, "Thank you, Mom and Dad!"
After kissing, he looked up and saw Liang Bozhong staring at them thoughtfully, so he pretended to be suddenly enlightened: "You want it too?"
"Who, who would think—"
Liang Bozhong didn't finish his words, Kuochan quickly got up and lowered his head, and dropped a light kiss on his forehead.
bumped into.
His first kiss flew away.
Is it too late to cut off the forehead now
"Perverted! Rogue!" The child's face was flushed, his legs were kicking in disorder, "I'm not clean, woo woo woo!"
Well, yes, don't touch you, you're dirty.
When Yan Qiwei was done, she straightened up with a wicked smile, and when she turned her head, she inadvertently met Liang Xiao's eyes.
She opened her mouth slightly, but didn't speak, but the boy's ears blushed first, and his eyelashes dropped hastily.
—As if she was about to do the same and force a kiss on him.
The hosts in the TV show are still broadcasting the countdown to the New Year, and the clock strikes zero, but the city remains silent because of the fireworks ban.
Yan Qiwei was inevitably a little disappointed, and even when she went upstairs to sleep, she still did not forget to complain to Liang Xiao: "The Spring Festival without fireworks is really not a New Year."
He didn't say a word, and after a long time he replied softly, "Yeah".
This was supposed to be an ordinary New Year's Eve, so ordinary that it didn't seem to leave any impressive memory points.
When Yan Qiwei was about to fall asleep, there was a knock on the door outside the room.
She got up and opened the door with a little confusion, and in the dim yellow light in the corridor, she was facing Liang Xiao's obsidian-like eyes.
He seemed to have just gone through a vigorous exercise, gasping slightly. The soft strands of hair were soaked in the mist of the night, with a few strands of softness leaning against her forehead, and more fluffy and smashed into a mess, reminding her of unpruned midsummer foliage.
Then Liang Xiao stretched out his hand and handed her a small cardboard box in his hand.
He was too tired, his pale face was bloodless, his lips were dry and chapped, and his voice was soft and soft when he spoke: "For you."
Yan Qiwei lowered her gaze and saw the pure black writing on the carton.
— "Firework sticks".
It turned out that he went out at midnight and searched the closed supermarkets one after another, just to buy this box of fairy sticks.
And in order to deliver it before she fell asleep, the teenager had to run without stopping for a moment, in the biting cold wind of winter.
Just because of her unintentional words.
The heart seemed to be suddenly pried open by something, and a gentle wind was poured into it. Yan Qiwei was so flattered for the first time in her life, she was stunned for five seconds before she took it carefully.
"Sorry." Liang Xiao was a little embarrassed, "Because of the ban on burning, I can only buy this kind of small fireworks stick."
Yan Qiwei shook her head, stuck it to her chest, and grinned at him: "Liang Xiao, this is the best New Year's gift I've ever received."
He smiled in relief, and then heard the little girl in front of him turn sideways and say, "Come in. Let's set it on fire on the balcony of the room."
Liang Xiao rarely came to her bedroom.
The girl's room was filled with the fragrance of fresh white gardenia, like a soft, boneless hand brushing the tip of her nose with all the temptation. He didn't dare to look up and scrutinize the interior of the room, as if it was a sin of conspiracy to take a second glance, so he lowered his eyelids without saying a word.
When the fairy stick was ignited, a dazzling white light burst out, and the zizi la la fire fell down like the stars in the sky.
Falling on the girl's lustrous fingertips and fair and delicate face, her whole body was covered with hazy white light.
It seems that there is a long distance apart and can't be touched.
When the flames quickly subsided, the white light gradually disappeared. Amidst the wanton splashes of pitch-black ink, only her bright almond eyes were still glowing.
Yan Qiwei bent her eyes and smiled: "Liang Xiao, I'm really happy and happy, thank you."
They were very close, and the girl's warm body temperature seemed to be blown to him by the night wind.
Stop laughing.
Liang Xiao secretly clenched the corners of his clothes, his cold fingertips hurt.
Otherwise he wouldn't be able to stop kissing.
That is, at this moment, a red light flashed across the sky, followed by colorful fireworks like a flash in the pan, suddenly piercing the silence of the night.
I don't know which family violated the ban on burning fire and set off fireworks in the imperial capital, which was silent in the New Year.
Yan Qiwei raised her head, her eyes reflected the night sky as bright as day and the grand waterfall hanging in the sky and pouring down, the corners of her mouth curved slightly: "It can't compare to our fairy stick."
As soon as the voice fell, a dark gray flashed past his eyes, and then there was a stinging pain from the bottom of his eyes.
Yan Qiwei hissed and covered her eyes subconsciously: "It seems... soot flew into my eyes."
She was trying to rub her eyelids when suddenly a cold feeling fell on the back of her hand.
Liang Xiao gently pressed her right hand, with obvious nervousness in her tone: "Don't rub. Open your eyes and I'll give you a blow."
In the cold and dry northern winter, the boy's voice, which was originally clear and clean, also tends to be hoarse and low-pitched as if caught by the cold. He spoke softly and gently, and his voice was full of bewitching connotations. Before thinking about it, Yan Qiwei opened her eyes obediently.
He got closer, and the two were only a finger's distance apart.
Accompanied by the cool and refreshing cold wind, there was also the faint smell of woody plants all over Liang Xiao's body, mixed with the scent of laundry detergent and lavender flowers, blurring her consciousness into a ball.
Because she had to open her eyes, Yan Qiwei had to face his extremely close face. The young man's perfect facial features are flawless even if you look closely. She blinked, and even a flesh-colored scar on the underside of Liang Xiao's eyes that was about to heal was clearly visible.
The fireworks behind him were still in full bloom, and the bright fire light illuminated his dark and deep eyes. In a quiet and deep pool, Yan Qiwei saw herself.
No kisses or hugs, even that distance was enough to make her heart beat faster.
After a long while, Liang Xiao straightened up: "Okay."
After a pause, he made an unprecedented joke: "Because you don't like it, the fireworks are angry."
Who doesn't want to be liked by her.
Yan Qiwei clenched the small box in her hand, lowered her eyelashes to hide the fleeting loneliness, pursed her lips and smiled: "But I just like the gift you gave."
She wanted to tell Liang Xiao because she liked him the most.
But Yan Qiwei can't.
This body will die in less than three months. If he expresses his intentions before that, it will only make Liang Xiao more painful in the future.
She regretted it a little, maybe she should have ignored him in the first place, so that even if she lost, she would not feel the slightest regret.
- But she really couldn't watch the boy with low self-esteem, withdrawn, and unfit for society, tormented by illness, and spent the first half of his life alone.
"I'm also very happy to be with you." He smiled shyly, his eyes soft enough to melt people, "Next time in the New Year, I'll give you a better gift."
Yan Qiwei smiled.
After a long, long time, when the fireworks went down, even the gleam of the stars dissipated.
She said, "Okay."
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