[R18] So and so – “Someone” 70, weeds [English]

Jiang Tian subconsciously pulled away a little, and the body temperature slid down his fingertips, and was caught by Sheng Wang with his backhand.

I heard you say happy birthday, and I also know that you stretched out your hand in the night.Sheng Wang said hoarsely: “I caught you.”

I’ve got you, so you can’t pretend nothing happened.

The wooden stairs creaked softly, and the footsteps were a bit hasty. The last two steps were almost taken in one step.When Sheng Wang reacted, he had already hurried down from the upper bunk.

Before he could think of what to ask or what to say, he was already standing in front of that person.

Jiang Tian no longer leaned against the bed rail.He was sitting on the bed, with his right hand resting on his bent knees, his shoulders and back slightly arched. The moonlight passed through the bed obliquely, grazing him and falling a bright silvery color, but he was sitting in the shadow.

The hand that held Sheng Wang fell to his side, his long fingers half-bent.He lowered his eyes, and his gaze fell on the void in his palm, silently lost in thought.

It wasn’t until Sheng Wang’s shadow cast crookedly on the sheets that he raised his eyes.

Sheng Wang suddenly couldn’t open his mouth.He looked into Jiang Tian’s eyes, his heart was beating fast, his chest was so full that it was about to explode, but his mind was blank.

They fell into silence at the same time, and the intimacy that their fingers had just entangled grew wildly at this moment, wild and silent, filling the entire room in an instant.

No one can see it, only they themselves know it.

They themselves know it very well.

Jiang Tian’s deep voice was a little blurry in the night: “When did you wake up?”

Sheng Wang’s chest heaved. He had obviously just walked down five or six steps and ran from bed to bed, but it felt like he had walked three thousand miles.

He said: “I woke up early.”

The moment you caught me, I woke up.

“Why don’t you say anything?” Jiang Tian said.

Sheng Wang said, “What do you think?”

Jiang Tian’s eyes moved, as lightly as the tremor caused by breathing or heartbeat.

Sheng Wang looked at he, and for some reason he couldn’t bear the sudden silence. He said hoarsely: “I thought you meant a few minutes or ten minutes when you said you were going out, so I was walking around waiting for you. But I waited and didn’t see you coming back, so I climbed up and wanted to play with my phone for a while.”

He laughed at himself and said, “I didn’t expect that the wine was so strong that I accidentally fell asleep.”

He was quiet for a moment and said, “Actually, I haven’t slept well.”

I didn’t feel it when I said it, as if I just found a random topic.After saying he, he realized that these words were somewhat complaining, as if they were said deliberately to make Jiang Tian soften.It was as if the night was going to come to an abrupt end if something wasn’t said.

Reason said to him, it would be better not to say this. In fact, what happened tonight should end like that.

But he still couldn’t hold it back and asked again: “Didn’t you say you wanted to get something? Why did you go there for so long?”

Jiang Tian glanced at the paper bag on his lap and said, “Because I couldn’t get it until tomorrow.”

Sheng Wang was stunned for a moment: “A gift? Didn’t you say there isn’t one?”

“I lied to you.” Jiang Tian said, “How could it not be possible?”

He pinched the corner of the paper bag and frowned slightly: “But I’m not very good at it.”

“What?”

“Not very good at preparing gifts for people.”

“You don’t have to be good at it.” Sheng Wang said. He took the paper package with his eyes downcast and said while tearing up the package, “I’ll probably be happy with whatever you give me.”

The paper was wrapped very thickly, probably to avoid getting wrinkled at the corners or getting wet due to rain or moisture.Sheng Wang took apart two layers and finally got a glimpse of a corner of the gift from the peeled place.

It seemed to be a leather cover.

He almost thought it was another notebook, but after opening it, he discovered that it was a photo album.Nowadays, photos are stored in mobile phone cloud drives, but he himself has never used such a thing.

But he remembered that during a certain chat, he seemed to have said to Jiang Tian that he liked looking at Old Man Ding’s old photo album.

The phone will break down, the cloud disk has too many things, and the photos that record a certain point in time are submerged in the vast sea of ​​data. If he doesn’t happen to be looking for something, he won’t be able to remember to look at it.

So much so that he sometimes feels that the past 16 years are blurry, and he can no longer remember where he has been or where he has lived for a long time.

There was only moonlight in the dormitory. Jiang Tian stood up and walked over and turned on the lamp beside the table.Sheng Wang saw the entire photo album through the light.

This photo album is a bit special. The cover is a sketch of the small red can commonly used in his avatar. It seems to be specially made for him.

He pulled the corner of his mouth and smiled, then turned over the first page.

He actually didn’t think about what photos would be in the album, but he was still stunned when he saw the first one.

That was an old photo. Perhaps due to equipment limitations, the resolution was not as high as it is now.But the trees and pedestrians on the street all have silhouettes of light.

Yes, there is no specific person in the photo, but a lively street.

Sheng Wang was a little confused at first, but soon he noticed the street sign in the corner – it was the street outside the old house in Baima Alley, the door of his home.

In the upper right corner of the photo, someone wrote a year in the margin.

Sheng Wang vaguely realized something and turned to the second page.It was a shopping mall, at the junction of a certain intersection, where the traffic flow met, and the sunlight shone on the glass, connecting them brightly.

Likewise, there is a number written in the upper right corner of this photo, one year after the first one.

He suddenly remembered the morning when he was waiting for the bus, the evening when he was walking to the political and religious office, and other moments when he talked to Jiang Tian——

“When I was a kid, I was very troublesome. I would often make trouble early in the morning.”

“Then what?”

“Then I came to this street to inspect the public sentiment. I had to walk from one end of the street to the other and saw that everyone was living a stable life before I could go back to sleep.”

“Why this street?”

“Because it’s lively.”

…

“Did you see that intersection? Was there a shopping mall here before? When I was a child, I heard my mother say that before my grandfather passed away, I would roll around and go shopping every day.”

“Do you understand what you’re looking for?”

“I’m two years old. Of course I don’t understand how to go shopping. I just want to go privately for a private visit. I was born to be an emperor. I can’t help it. But the mall is gone. I don’t know when it was demolished.”

“It was demolished last year.”

“Then it’s unfortunate that I came back. If it had been a year earlier, I would have been able to reflect on it.”

…

Shengwang turned back page after page, and the numbers in the upper right corner changed year by year.He saw many roads in the photo, near his home, near the elementary school, and outside the junior high school.Then he went to another province and city, and saw the school gate where he often sneaked away to eat in the third grade of junior high school, and the flower street of the school in the first grade of high school.

The last photo was taken this year. The photo is of the west gate of the attached middle school. You can see the big characters on the door of the school. Passing through the gate is a side street with a narrow lane. There is a small pancake seller parked there all year round. It is the entrance to the long alleys outside Wutong.

On the other side of the photo is the convenience store he visits most often, with two big words written on it – joy.

The most special part of this year for him is all in this photo.

On the road leading to joy, there is a figure of a boy with a schoolbag on one shoulder and his right hand raised, as if greeting the people behind him.

That is to hope for yourself.

From the first year of his life to his sixteenth year, the road he has traveled is all in this photo album.He couldn’t figure it out himself, but he didn’t expect someone to help him find it quietly and then seal it here.

Every road here is bustling with people and bustling, and there are sunny days every year.

Sheng Wang lowered his eyes and looked at the last picture, without looking up for a long time.

He turned off the desk lamp with his back hand, and the whole dormitory fell into the night again. The photo became blurry, and he blinked several times quickly.

After a long time, he turned around and asked Jiang Tian: “Where did you get these photos?”

he’s voice was hoarse than before, with a very slight nasal sound.

Jiang Tian leaned on the edge of the table, right next to Sheng Wang, shoulders touching shoulders.He’s eyes were the color of the moon, and they were clear, but as soon as he lowered his eyes, they were all hidden in the depths: “I’m looking for it, Brother Xi helped me a little.”

Sheng Wang asked again: “When was the last picture taken?”

Jiang Tian said: “I don’t remember, it was very early.”

Sheng Wang nodded.

After a while, he said: “Why are you following me and filming me?”

Jiang Tian said nothing.

Sheng Wang: “Why are you so nice to me?”

Jiang Tian was silent for a long time, then frowned and then relaxed, saying, “I am your brother.”

Sheng Wang nodded again, this time he was quiet for a long time, until Jiang Tian’s hands on the edge of the table clenched hard, and the joints turned white.He then said: “Then you came to grab my hand before because you are my brother?”

Jiang Tian did not give any new explanation, but fell silent for a long time.

Looking at the photo album just now made Sheng Wang feel a little heavy, and he turned over the alcohol again.He feels that he is actually very calm, but his words become more impulsive.

Every time Jiang Tian is left speechless by a question, his heart beats faster.

Maybe it was because the distance between shoulders was really close, or maybe it was just an illusion. He felt that Jiang Tian’s heartbeat seemed to be very heavy, which was completely opposite to the silence, like the waves surging under the calm sea.

He listened for a while, turned to look at Jiang Tian and said, “Brother, your heartbeat is as fast as mine.”

Jiang Tian closed his eyes lightly, as if to block out the ambiguity and impulse, but when he opened it again, the emotion in his eyes became more intense.

“Don’t call it that.” He turned around and looked at Sheng Wang.

Because they were looking at each other, the distance seemed even closer.Shengwang’s breathing became a little messy and suddenly lost its rhythm.

He saw Jiang Tian glance down for a moment, landing below the tip of his nose, but he restrained himself and restrained himself.

Sheng Wang blinked lightly, “What you just said yourself was all because you are my brother. Why are you not allowed to call me now?”

Jiang Tian finally turned his gaze back and looked at Sheng Wang, with entangled emotions in his slightly lowered eyes.

After an unknown amount of time, he finally said, “Because I think I’m crazy.”

After saying that, he tilted his head and leaned over.

The moonlight passes through the window glass and forms a patch on the ground at the corner of the table, like a cut geometric figure.

Outside the window, I don’t know which dormitory has people who haven’t slept yet. Maybe they are talking at night or having fun, and vague laughter can be heard in the night.

Two boys in the room were leaning side by side on the table, holding the edge of the table with their fingers. Their intertwined breaths were trembling and tentative. They kissed each other, green and confused, passionate and quiet.

The heartbeat of a young man is like the wasteland on a midsummer night, which cannot be cut and burned.

When the wind blows, the weeds cover the sky.