Seeing that Bo Ye and Tang Zhi's wedding was coming up, all relatives and friends were invited to Norway.
Of course Peter Pan was also invited.
It's just that Bo Ye mentioned several times about taking him to apply for a visa, and the young boy was hesitant and unhappy.
"Brother Ye, can you wait a few more days? Let me think about it again." Peter Pan squatted by the curb downstairs, holding his phone to his ear.
After speaking, he glanced at the small park across the road and sighed.
"Little friend, don't you want to go?" Bo Ye asked on the other end of the phone, finally beginning to have doubts.
"No! Brother Ye and Candi's big day, of course I want to attend! But I'm just..." Pan Peter frowned in distress, and scratched his hair with the other hand, not knowing how to deal with it, said, "I'm just..."
While speaking, he caught a glimpse of a person emerging from the woods in the small park from the corner of his eye.
The man may have tripped and fell out of the bushes, staggered two steps forward unsteadily, and then looked back while biting a popsicle.
Peter Pan guessed that the bush might be about to be scolded.
When Peter Pan saw the person coming, he changed the subject and quickly said to the phone: "Brother Ye, I will definitely give you an answer tomorrow, if I have something to do, hang up first!"
The little boy squatted by the curb, plugged in his cell phone, and when he looked up, he saw a chocolate stick in front of his eyes.
"Here, I brought you one too." Simon had already held a half-bitten popsicle in his hand, and the corner of his mouth was still stained with chocolate.
He looked down at Peter Pan and said, "Don't worry, it's within the budget. Yours is only three and a half dollars."
Peter Pan thanked him and took it.
Simon turned around, squatted down slowly, and squatted side by side with Pan Peter beside the curb.
Seen from the rear, the two boys were wearing the same style of sweaters, and their backs were thin and thin, looking like the skeletons of teenagers in comics.
One of them was wearing a yellow wool cap, which reflected the pink clouds above his head in the evening of April, forming a quiet and colorful spring scene.
It is full of the breath called "youth".
The two squatted downstairs, blowing the spring breeze with the smell of green grass, watching the sunset in the sky, each biting a popsicle, and neither of them spoke for a while.
When half of the popsicles were eaten, Pan Peter glanced at the side before reacting, and said, "Brother, if you buy Magnum for yourself, will you buy me Chocolates?"
"Any comments?" Simon gave him a cool sidelong glance, biting the tip of the leftover stick.
Peter Pan looked away and continued eating popsicles.
What can he say
The key is to dare not speak out even if you have an opinion.
"Aren't you going to Norway?" Simon said suddenly, still looking ahead, "Why don't you go?"
Peter Pan was entangled in this matter. Hearing Simon's initiative, he licked the cream slowly.
"If we go, we may have to leave for a week," Peter Pan said.
"Yeah." Simon didn't react much, lazily propping his cheek with one hand.
"I'm thinking..." Peter Pan began to hesitate again, and faltered, "I'm thinking..."
"Tsk." Simon frowned impatiently, his temper was about to come up, and said, "What are you thinking?! Can you be more straightforward!"
Pan Peter closed his long eyelashes and thought for a while, then took a deep breath, and said his decision as if swearing: "Simon, let's make it public."
"..."
Simon didn't squat steadily, and his body leaned forward and almost fell to the ground.
He stood up in a hurry, patted the ashes on his hands, and then pointed at Pan Peter, who was staring blankly, and scolded: "What fart! You idiot! There is nothing between us that needs to be disclosed? You want to come out?" Don't pull me on the cabinet!"
The sound was so loud that it attracted the attention of the walking neighbors.
Peter Pan hurriedly dragged him down, and hurriedly argued: "No, no, brother, where are you going, and I'm not base, why come out? I said public means to make you public, you can't keep hiding, Ye Brother and Candi are going to find out what you are sooner or later?"
After a wave of ups and downs, Simon became even more angry, pointing his finger back at himself, questioning: "Am I a thing?"
"Of course you're not a joke!" The young boy's mouth was unusually stupid. The more anxious he became, the more stupid he became, and finally he went straight to the point and said, "I just want to take you with me when I go to Norway, but before that, I have to first Let Brother Ye know, otherwise you won't be able to go anywhere."
Simon looked at Pan Peter, calm down, calm down again.
After he calmed down a bit, he withdrew his sleeve from the boy's hand and said, "Why should I follow? I don't know that couple well."
"I'm worried about you being home alone." Peter Pan said without thinking, "I don't know how to cook, I'm too lazy to wash clothes, and I'm not familiar with this area. If I leave for a week, will you be in bad luck?"
Simon sneered: "It's as if you can't do it without you."
Peter Pan didn't argue.
He arched Simon as if remembering something, and said, "Hey, this is the first time for me to go abroad. You must have never been to a foreign country, right? Just go and see together."
"Going to a foreign country?" Simon said with disdain in his heart, "I have been to outer space."
"...I'm serious." Pan Peter was a little embarrassed.
"I'm not kidding you." Simon frowned displeased.
Peter Pan sighed, and returned to the subject, saying: "So, let's make it public. Besides, you have to get an identity. It's not an option to stay in such a black household."
Simon didn't speak, looking at the darkening sky, his slightly upturned Qingjun face showed a bit of arrogance.
"You decide." He said, "It's too annoying, I don't want to worry about it. If your brother gets upset or kicks you out, don't blame me."
"You think too much, that kind of thing won't happen." Peter Pan swallowed the last bite of the popsicle, smiled, and slurred his speech with cream in his mouth, "My brother will drive you away at most, not me."
"..." Simon turned his head to look at the silly Peter Pan.
I thought, I owe too much.
The next day, Peter Pan took leave of absence from the cram school and went to Bo Ye to confess to him face to face.
"I've had a man... since the beginning of the year... for almost four months."
Unexpectedly, Bo Ye didn't even lift his eyes.
Mr. Bo finished processing an email, closed the laptop, got up and picked up the coat on the back of the chair and put it on his body.
Bo Ye walked towards the door, raised his hands to straighten his cuffs, and said calmly, "Let's go, register your man's household registration."
"..." Peter Pan was stunned for two seconds, then grabbed the backpack at the side and rushed out of the office, following up with Bo Ye.
It wasn't until he rubbed his little hands excitedly and entered the elevator that Peter Pan realized that his cheeks were blushing.
He turned his head to look at the tall man in front of him, and said hesitantly, "Brother Ye, that's not my man..."
Bo Ye just glanced at the red-faced young boy behind him through the mirror, smiled lightly, and didn't say anything.
On the way, Peter Pan dialed Simon's mobile phone, and couldn't hide his joy: "Simon, now my brother will take me to register for your household registration. Do you have any requirements for the name? The household registration is a very serious document. Once Once entered, it is difficult to change."
At that time, Simon was sleeping with his head covered, and he woke up very angry. Although his mind was not very clear, his vital capacity had already been clearly transmitted through the microphone—
"Idiot! Do you still need to ask me such a trivial matter? You can figure it out!"
After the phone was hung up, Peter Pan looked at the phone for a while, and whispered, "I'm not serious about my business..."
After Pan Peter followed Bo Ye to the destination, he was welcomed by the staff.
In the office, the staff faced the computer and asked, "Are you sure it's Simon?"
Bo Ye was lazily sitting on the sofa, resting his stomach with one hand, and holding a disposable cup to his lips with the other hand. He glanced at Peter Pan and said, "Don't you think this name is a bit Westernized?"
Peter Pan seriously frowned and thought: "Indeed."
Simon.
It was originally taken from the name in the English textbook.
He asked Bo Ye's opinion uncertainly, and said, "Brother, do you want to make Simon a little bit more Chinese? It won't be so obtrusive."
Bo Ye took a sip of tea, and said, "It's up to you."
Peter Pan thought about it for a while, then picked up the paper and pen on the table, wrote three big characters on it, and handed it to the staff, saying: "This is the trouble, this is it."
The staff glanced at the paper, then at Peter Pan, with an "Excuse me" expression on their faces.
He asked: "Really... have you really decided on this?"
Peter Pan nodded confidently, and said, "This name is quite old-fashioned, he should not reject it."
The staff member wiped his sweat: "... okay."
Bo Ye was efficient when he was working, and he had all his documents ready before going to work in the afternoon.
He sent the young boy downstairs to the dormitory, and said before leaving, "Let's do this today, and I will take you to apply for visas together in two days."
Peter Pan got out of the car holding the document bag, and said with a smile, "Thank you Brother Ye!"
When Peter Pan returned to the dormitory, Simon happened to just get up, and floated out of the bathroom with a pale face in a daze.
Peter Pan immediately dropped his backpack, put the document bag on the table, and dubbed himself as if by magic: "Dang!"
Simon was full of lack of interest. After looking at the document bag on the table, he handed over his own cup and said, "Go, pour a glass of milk."
Peter Pan has long been used to it, and went into the kitchen holding the cup.
Simon sat down at the table, took out the red book from the file bag, opened half of it lazily, and first noticed the word "Simon" written in the name column.
Because he has always believed that he is from an alien, he doesn't care much about identity.
Simon opened the page completely and took a closer look, but his face changed suddenly.
After "Simon", there is clearly one more word—
[Name: Simon Qing]
Simon... Qing
"..."
Simon's hands began to tremble, he looked at him, and suddenly he patted the table and stood up, rolling up his sleeves and walking into the kitchen: "Pan Jinlian! Why don't you fucking change my name to Wu Dalang?!!!"
Outside the window, the spring light shook, fell from the branches, fell into the soil, and new things were taking root and sprouting.
"Mr. Pan Jinlian."
"Yes!" Peter Pan took his passport with both hands, and said politely, "Just call me Peter."
"Simon... Mr. Qing."
"..." With a cold face, Simon lowered the brim of his woolen hat, and took away his ID with one hand.
After the four of Gu Meng, Enjin, Pan Peter and Simon landed in Orensak, Norway, they were picked up by a guide from the airport.
In the minibus, after confirming the personnel, the guide signaled to the driver that it was time to drive.
Along the way, Pan Peter was like a starfish, lying on the window of the car, constantly admiring the scenery he saw along the way.
Simon covered his eyes with the brim of his hat and plugged his earphones into his ears, so he didn't know if he was sleeping.
Gu Meng was a little tired from the flight. He nestled in the seat, leaned on Enjin's shoulder, and looked at the rainy and foggy Norwegian forest outside the car window.
Beside him, Enjin opened the lid of the thermos cup and handed it to him, asking in a soft voice, "Would you like some drink?"
Gu Meng shook her head.
Enjin was about to close the thermos again.
At this time, Simon, who was separated by an aisle from Enjin, suddenly turned up the brim of his hat, looked at Enjin, and said, "Brother, I'm thirsty."
Enjin glanced at him and said lightly, "Oh."
Then he continued to unscrew the lid, put the thermos cup back on the shelf, turned his head sideways and turned the back of his head to face Simon, and watched the scenery outside the window with Gu Meng.
Simon who received a cold reception: "..."
He gave a disdainful "cut" and said with contempt: "Beloved wife and dog."
The twilight outside the window is getting darker, and the fresh forest green has turned into a lush wet green.
Just when Gu Meng was about to fall asleep in a daze, she suddenly thought of something.
He let out a sound, sat up slightly, and reached into the pocket of his jacket to find something.
Enjin looked at him and asked, "What are you looking for?"
Gu Meng groped for a while, and when she stretched out her hand again, there were two shiny objects in her palm.
Enjin looked and found that it was two rings.
Gu Meng took Enjin's left hand, put one of the rings on his ring finger directly, and then put the other on her hand as if nothing had happened.
He said: "I bought it at the airport before boarding the plane. It's not very expensive. I wear it first and use it as a decoration."
Gu Meng's tone was sparse and normal, as if she was just sharing a random gadget.
But under the reflection of the headlights on the roof, his face gradually turned red.
Enjin looked at the ring on her hand, her eyes gradually darkened.
He understood Gu Meng, including Gu Meng's tiniest thoughts and most delicate tenderness.
The author has something to say:
Peter Pan: Although he is a good brother, he already has a couple name.
Simon: I hate it.