Chen Nian had been curled up for too long, his whole body felt numb when he got up, and he almost fell off the cement board. Kitano stepped forward in time and hugged a rough and embarrassed body, which smelled of salty sweat and rotten garbage.
Before the rainstorm came, the wind was raging.
He dragged her in through the window like a sack. Then he grabbed the unidentified leaves and confetti on her clothes and threw them out the window. Gradually, she acted a little rude. Finally, she closed the screen and asked in a cold voice, "Who did it?"
Lightning made his and her faces pale;
"What about you!" If she dropped the chair he would have knocked her off, "Who the fuck did that?!"
Chen Nian lowered his head, and after a long time, he asked in a low voice, "Is your hand okay?"
Kitano's expression changed slightly, and the hostility in his body disappeared instantly; the hand that had removed the bandage moved unconsciously, and he turned his head away: "It's okay."
The two stood facing each other under the dim incandescent light for a while. Kitano felt that she was just a ball of cotton. He couldn't do anything, so he held his breath and said, "Go wash."
Chen Nian bowed his head in place, at a loss.
Kitano thought she was really slow, kicked her to move her nest, reached out to push her, touched her back, and the dried sweat stained her clothes into hard lumps.
She kept her fingers in a touching gesture, and she didn't dodge either.
"Find you a dress." He opened the closet and took out a white shirt and handed it to her. Chen Nian reached out to pick it up and saw that his hands were dirty, with black mud under his fingernails, and his hands retracted.
Kitano turned around and walked into the bathroom, hung his shirt on the hook, and looked back to find her quietly following.
He walked to the wall, took down the shower from the crooked shelf, rubbed the gray-white scale on the faucet, and pointed it down to her: "This is hot water, this is cold," he said to adjust the water temperature for her , "The water pressure is unstable, you pay attention..."
In an instant, the following words were swallowed back.
In sight, the girl's dirty bare feet came, and the school uniform skirt fell to her feet, leaving a straight line at first, when the water washed away the salt stains and sludge, the fabric gradually softened, showing the appearance. It was as clean and white as it should have been, like a slowly melting cream.
The young man's heart is like that piece of clothing.
The girl's clothes fell one after another.
The sound of water roared on the rusted tiles.
Kitano took a breath, raised his eyes, his eyes were close to her tender skin, and upward, a roll of snowy night pictures slowly unfolded, ivory white streamlines, light black ink, white snow stretches, luminous glow, click two Grain of cinnabar, like bud red plum.
He finally looked into her eyes, and she looked at him, calm and nervous, tentative but cautious.
With a sharp pain, he took a step back suddenly, the water temperature was extremely high, and the shower was hot. He quickly turned the faucet back, hunched over, letting his T-shirt cover his trousers, intentionally or not.
Adjusted, he stuffed the shower back on the shelf and walked away quickly.
Kitano walked to the table and lost his mind for a few seconds, then unconsciously took out a cigarette and lit it.
The bathroom door was not closed, and the water was pattering.
He took a deep breath and let it out slowly, turning his head to look at the lit bathroom. After a long time, he walked over, and he stood on the light on the floor, the light and darkness were like a wall, and he never stepped out.
He leaned back against the wall to smoke, listened to the sound of the water, and sat on the ground after a while. He lowered his head, put one hand on his bent left knee, put the other in his trousers, and moved back and forth.
Sweat dripped down the bridge of his nose, his eyebrows were tied into a knot, and finally, his legs trembled, and he groaned in pain.
Chen Nian listened with pricked ears, seemingly understanding but not understanding. Standing under the shower, he fought a cold war with hindsight.
After washing, Chen Nian put the dirty clothes into the washing machine, looked around for washing powder, opened the drawer under the sink, and accidentally saw unfamiliar items that she should not have seen.
In a daze, she closed the drawer, and finally found the washing powder.
Waiting for her to leave the bathroom with his shirt on; he was turning in through the window, holding a bag of toast in his hand, and without looking at her, he rudely threw the paper bag on the table, disgusting, like feeding a cat or a dog. of.
Chen Nian took out the bread to eat, and saw that there was still a carton of pure milk in the bag.
She inserted the straw into it and took a gulp.
Halfway through the meal, I found that there was a bottle of toilet water on the table, which had been moved to a prominent position by someone.
Chen Nian was bitten on a lot of bags, and his leg was the hardest hit area.
She unscrewed the cap and applied toilet water.
When the electric fan blows, the cool fragrance of flowers fills the room.
Kitano always sat on the windowsill smoking, with his back to the house. The wind blew his shirt.
Lightning came one after another, bells rang not far away, the railway fence on the highway fell, and the train rumbled past. It was ten o'clock in the evening.
When Kitano looked back, Chen Nian crawled onto the bed at some point, and curled up facing the wall. He was thin and only took up the corner of the bed.
The electric fan puffed up his white shirt on her. His fitted shirt came to her, so wide, like a skirt.
The wind lifted her white clothes, and the hem of her shirt lifted her legs.
Her white, tender body was like a dollop of cream wrapped in his shirt; it melted to the touch and was sticky.
Kitano watched with a cigarette in his mouth. The curtains were flying between him and her, this place, this angle.
Once, every evening, when the train passed by.
The strange man his mother brought back would give him a few bucks and let him play outside. Mom kicked him out of the house and pulled down the roller shutter door, isolating him. The door was still down, and before the child's sight was blocked, the man couldn't wait to reach into the woman's chest.
He came back after playing around, but the shutter door still didn't open. So he climbed in from outside the wall, and at the window, saw the man wiggling over his mother's white body.
The bedboard trembled; screaming, gasping, swearing, all kinds of sounds, painfully or happily, to the roar of the train, bang, bang.
The smoke in his mouth is burning to the end. Kitano bowed his head slightly, opened his mouth, and the cigarette butt fell on the cement board and bounced a few times before it went out.
There was a sound of thunder, and pea-sized raindrops fell. He closed the window and the light, went to the bed and lay down.
The bed board sank.
A bed of toilet water smells. There was a dim skylight outside the curtains. The room was quiet, the electric fan whirling.
He asked her in the dark, "How long have you been practicing that sentence?"
She opened her eyes and lowered her eyes again: "One night... on."
"Who was that guy last time?"
"police."
"Um."
After a while, Kitano said, "I'll take you to school tomorrow morning."
Chen Nian shook his head on the pillow and said, "Ming... the day after tomorrow, leave."
"Oh."
No more words. Their eyes lit up in the darkness.
It was raining heavily outside the window, as if to wash away some dirt.
Chen Nian was too tired and closed his eyes. When he was about to sleep in a daze, the bed board moved, and the back sank. Kitano turned around and hugged her.
Chen Nian woke up instantly, the hairs all over his body stood up. Through the thin shirt, even though the fan was blowing, his skin was hot.
She closed her eyes and didn't move. But he didn't move, just put his arms around her waist from behind.
The two seemed to be testing, or stalemate.
After an unknown amount of time, he let go of her and turned his back to her.
Chen Nian's body took off his strength and slowly softened.
Every few seconds, a corner of the thin blanket flew over and placed it on her stomach.
A blanket, each with a corner, lying with their backs facing each other, was safe overnight.
The sound of wind and rain helps you sleep.
The next day, the sun was shining again.
This is the rainy season.
When Chen Nian woke up, it was ten in the morning. Kitano was not there, eggs and milk were on the table.
Chen Nian got up and had brunch, opened the book and read. It was almost noon when footsteps were heard on the stairs outside the wall, and it was Kitano who came back.
She was a little nervous, her head plunged into the book.
The rolling shutter door rose and fell, and the boy walked in without saying hello to her, just pouring water on his own.
Chen Nian peeked at the ground out of the corner of his eye, and saw the jeans he was moving, with half a shoe print on the bottom of the trousers. She knew what he was going to do.
For a while, my nose is sore, I want to thank you, but I don't know where to start.
And he didn't seem to have anything to say to her.
There were two people in the narrow room, but the atmosphere was like a dead one.
He fell on the bed and flipped through the comics, she sat at the table reading, there was no communication, only the floor fan shook her head between the two of them, and the wind blew to his side and hers for a while.
The two of them spent the whole day in peace with each other. Until the sun dries in the west, the temperature in the humid house gradually accumulates and becomes higher and higher.
Kitano got up, threw the comics down and went to the bathroom, urinated, flushed the toilet, and washed his hands.
The door opened, he took the basin of water, sprinkled it on the concrete floor, put down the basin, and said to her, "Go out."
Chen Nian looked up at him, and he said, "It's too hot in the house, I'll take you for a walk nearby."
Chen Nian put down his textbook and went out with him.
In the evening, it is cooler outside than inside. Because of the arrival of the rainy season, the trees and abandoned factories are much cleaner than the last time I saw them.
The abandoned factory area is on the edge of the city. Except for the noisy alleyway at the side of Kitano's house window, there are barren grasslands on three sides.
It was May, and the weeds were growing wildly.
The wasteland is a forgotten corner of the city, but it is full of life, some with waist-deep grass, and some with flowers.
And the sunset is like an egg smashed in the sky.
They walked one after the other, still speechless. Later, he took her to a small restaurant, ate dinner and walked back, the sun was sinking, and there were colorful clouds in the sky.
It's getting darker a little bit,
After walking for a while back to the factory area, the trees and empty houses on the roadside are hidden in the twilight, depressed and frightening.
Still speechless.
She followed him closely, a little scared, realizing that there were only two teenagers in the huge abandoned land.
Suddenly, Kitano stopped in front, looked back at her, and said, "Close your eyes."
Chen Nian glanced at him, and shook the hand hanging by his side nervously.
He snorted and said, "Tell you to close your eyes."
Chen Nian had to close it, his breathing was a little messy, and he was a little scared.
There was no movement around, nor the sound of his footsteps. After waiting for a century, finally,
"5, 4," the boy said, "3, 2, 1."
The wind blows the sycamore.
Chen Nian opened his eyes and saw magic. The street lamps along the street light up in an instant, the orange light lights up the world, every tree smiles, and every empty house is gentle.
She opened her mouth to look up, but he rushed up and took her hand, running on the empty street lit by street lamps:
"One more minute."
Chen Nian didn't know what a minute was, but she followed him and ran hard.
"45, 44,"
He was counting down, she ran harder,
"20, 19,"
They ran to the small building, to the top of the building, the wilderness behind them was as dark as an abyss; in front of them, the city was shrouded in the fading night sky, and it was about to be engulfed by the night sky.
He pulled her to jump to the cement pier on the edge of the roof, and stopped running. The chests of the teenagers were like bulging bellows, and together they counted the last:
"3, 2, 1."
The magic begins.
The street lamps light up in the streets and alleys of the whole city one after another, like the moonlight riding on the sparkling water waves, slowly rippling away.
Who is so gentle and cautious, quietly lighting the lamp in his heart.
The sweat on his forehead and chest was dried by the wind, and his undulating breathing gradually stabilized.
"Let's go."
The boy jumped off the concrete pier and also held up her arm to help her jump down; he let go of her and turned to walk away, but his fingers slipped from her arm to the palm of his hand, and then clasped her fingertips.
The night wind was very light, and it tugged at someone's heartstrings.
dear boy,
Life is like a citrus tree in summer, with its green-peeled fruit,
Bitterness is certain, and sweetness is also present.