The heating was on in the room, and the light on the screen of the mobile phone cast light and shadow on the dark gray curtains. Thanks to Fu Zhiyan, the five people in their group jumped by dozens of places in the exam before the holiday. Wang Xiao has been screaming in the group since early in the morning, crying and screaming to admit Fu Zhiyan. Be a dad.
After a series of calling dad sessions, Fu Zhiyan posted a smile in the chat group, and Chi Yu received a new message within a few seconds.
- How was the test.
The teenager sat up straight, his long eyelashes cast a small shadow under his eyes, and his fingers quickly typed a few words on the screen: "It's okay.
- Failed.
After dozens of seconds, Chi Yu received a new message. There were only six black dots on it. He could almost imagine the lightly fluttering eyelashes and the light sigh of the person opposite. Seeing that the person on the other side no longer replied, he fell down on the bed along the wall, his legs stretched out of the bed, his fingers swiped on the screen twice, and finally stopped on the text message he received yesterday.
There are only a few short words, he doesn't even need to open it, the same content as in previous years at the same time, this is the little remaining tacit understanding between him and Chi Yuedi. On the day when every family has a New Year's Eve dinner, Chi Yuedi will take a plane to see a factory in Europe. Qin Menglu will take Chi Yin back to her parents' house, and he will drink Coke in the refrigerator until dawn.
The air-conditioning port hung on the wall partition blew dry and warm wind, Chi Yu stood on tiptoe, raised his hand and tried to cover the air vent tightly, but there were always a few strands, with disobedient heat running down his fingers. Sewing pops out. He retracted his hand, with a rough touch on his fingertips, and when he got closer, he could even smell the smell of dust. It seemed that the house hadn't been cleaned for a long time. Chi Yu took out his mobile phone from his pocket, and a beep sounded a few seconds after the edited text message was sent.
- What are you doing
- Prepare dumplings filled with cabbage
He was not unhappy. He really wanted to spend the New Year's Day with his parents and family, but he suddenly felt his throat tighten as he faced the words on the screen. Dumplings stuffed with cabbage, he didn't like them at all. He twitched the corners of his mouth, lowered his head and typed a few words on the keyboard: I like shrimp stuffed, and clicked send with a flick of his finger. Chi Yu thought about it but didn't withdraw, and threw the phone on the carpet.
He took out a can of iced Coke from the refrigerator, and with the bang of the pull tab, the bare light bulbs hanging on the roof suddenly flashed, brightening and darkening, the empty living room was indescribably dilapidated and deserted. In the past, Chi Yu didn't care much about the light bulb that didn't light up or the broken microwave oven, but now he was holding a cold can in his hand, half-squinted and looked up at the flickering light bulb, and he was suddenly in a bad mood. .
Couldn't find a stool at home, Chi Yu dragged two large suitcases from the balcony and stepped on them regardless of the dust on them. Extending his arms, his fingertips could only brush the light bulb lightly, and he was too lazy to reach for the stool. He tiptoed upwards, grasping the light bulb with both hands. Maybe it was because the house was too quiet, and the sound of the door opening was particularly clear. Chi Yu didn't react for a while, and kept the movement of his hands. His dark eyes looked at the eyes of outsiders through the gap between his arms.
The young man was wearing a wide dark gray thick-stitched crew-neck sweater, which made his eyes clear and his skin white. He bent down and took off his shoes, stepped on the floor wearing socks, raised the kraft paper bag in his hand, and looked up at him: "It's stuffed with shrimp. "The sweater on Fu Zhiyu's body was a little too big, and the collar was loose, revealing her delicate collarbone. Chi Yu jumped off the suitcase and approached him. He reached out to take the kraft paper bag, and wiped his fingers against Fu Zhi's cold skin. He pursed his lips.
"Why are you here?" Above the head was the dim yellow light that was on and off, and the fresh fragrance of shrimp was blowing. Fu Zhiyan just glanced at him with a smile, and then set his eyes on the light bulb above his head. There were two clear footprints on the dusty black suitcase, Fu Zhiyu took a breath, raised his legs and put his feet on the two seemingly clean places, and stood up like Chi Yu had just done.
He didn't look so embarrassed. He almost touched the light bulb after a little tiptoe. The boy turned his head and raised his chin at him: "Turn off the light."
After confirming that the power was turned off, Fu Zhiyu turned around and began to twist the light bulb above his head, making a creaking sound. The removed light bulb was hot in the palm of his hand. Fu Zhiyu wanted to look at the filament inside, but was stared at by the scorching gaze at the door, making him uncomfortable. He got down from the suitcase, raised his eyebrows slightly suspiciously, hummed in his throat, and the tail sound rose slightly.
Chi Yu put his tongue against his cheeks, he walked over to Fu Zhiyu and looked at it from top to bottom, pulling the corners of his lips hard and saying, "Did you put a fucking bumper on it?" There was a crowd of traffic outside the window. From time to time a few harsh whistles sounded. Fu Zhiyan raised his eyes slightly, and looked at him from top to bottom, imitating Chi Yu's appearance, with a smile in his eyes.
From the first time he met Fu Zhian, although the two were of the same age, Fu Zhian was always a little shorter than him. At that time, the two lived close together, and Wen Hua and Fu Jianguo were very keen on comparing their heights. Every month, they would drag each other's sons by the collars and hold the two together, forcibly pressing their heads to stand back to back. At first, Chi Yu was always unhappy, the corners of his mouth drooped downward, and his hands hanging on both sides stubbornly clenched into fists, until he found that he was a little taller than Fu Zhiyu every time, and then he began to look forward to this fixed activity.
Adolescent boys have become obsessed with their height, but I don't know when it started. When Chi Yu and Fu Zhiyan walked side by side, the gap between no more and no less was narrowing little by little. Chi Yu was not happy about the fact that Fu Zhian seemed to have grown taller. Thinking of the embarrassed appearance of himself standing on the suitcase a few minutes ago, the sporadic anger seemed to suddenly ignite, and it went on with a bang.
He took a few steps forward and grabbed the boy's loose collar, met Fu Zhiyu's indifferent eyes, and unconsciously tightened his fingers gripping the collar.
"You took your shoes off."
Fu Zhiyu looked down at the white cotton socks on his feet, and raised his eyebrows at Chi Yu.
"You fucking don't put the heightening pads in your socks, right?" The more Chi Yu thought about it, the more reasonable it became. He bent down to tug at Fu Zhiying's calf, but he evaded him in a single step. Fu Zhi'an's half-smiling face made Chi Yu's fire even bigger, he stood up straight, stretched out his hand and pushed towards Fu Zhi'an's shoulder. Fu Zhiyu's foot slipped and his center of gravity was unsteady. He subconsciously grabbed Chi Yu's collar, and fell down at the young man's somewhat surprised eyes.
As if wrapped in the mint scent, he was lying on Fu Zhiyan in a very weird posture. His head rested comfortably on the boy's shoulders, but his bent knees just pressed against the inner thighs of the person below him, hot and hot. Chi Yu swallowed and moved his legs slightly.
"Do you still look at the socks?" The boy's voice was low and hoarse, as if a weak electric current passed through his eardrums, Chi Yu propped up his body with both hands, not looking at the pair of eyes full of mist: "No Look."
Fu Zhiyu hummed softly, and when Chi Yu was about to stand up, he suddenly grabbed his shoulder and slammed down, and the two rolled off the sofa and fell to the ground. Chi Yu's back hurt from the cold and hard floor, but he couldn't say a word of his complaints. Fu Zhiyan pressed his wrists with both hands and looked at him condescendingly, his eyes narrowed slightly.
"Then let's do something else."