Rainy night, it was very late when I got home. But fortunately, there''s a call.
Although they were tucked under the raincoat, the masks of beauty that Yan hoped to buy were still stained with water, such as Wang Jia, Lvzhu, Hongxian and Wenji. Those eyebrows and eyes are like real rouge, some of the traces of melting open. Yan Xi frowned and stepped on the floor to the attic. He took the hot-air fan for baking pictures. His horse power was fully turned on and his mask was dried.
Aheng gazed at the slender hands holding the mask and approached the fan carefully. His posture remained for a long time, but he was not bored at all. He has always been incredibly persistent about what he cares about.
Ah Heng smiles, glances at him, and quietly sits on the sofa knitting a scarf.
Yan Xi quipped: "do you want to be so serious? For those one, two, three... "
Ah Heng was surprised: "what one, two, three?"
Yan Xi raised eyebrows: "one is one, two is two, three is three!"
Ah Heng chuckled: "four or four!" What a mess.
"Gray, is it for Siguan?" Yan Xi squint, black eyes floating bright color, slightly with disdain.
Ah Heng Leng, looking at the Gray Wool in his hand, mistakenly ordered his head.
"Bang." He turned over Wenji''s mask and pursed her mouth slightly. His thick, soft black hair covered his eyes and was too childish.
After a long time, the rain outside the window became more and more compact with the strong wind. Moreover, there were many thunder and lightning, and they took turns to fight.
"It seems that the rain will not stop tonight." Ah Heng took the knitting needle, looked up slightly and looked at Yan Xi with a smile.
Yan Xi has already dried his mask, and now he is sitting on the sofa, playing with the beauty mask. He played seriously and decided to ignore ah Heng.
Ah Heng got up and yawned slightly: "you should have a rest earlier." Turn to go, but was grabbed from behind the corner of the clothes.
"Ah Heng, I''ll sleep with you tonight."
Ah Heng frowned: "why?"
Yan Xi pointed out the window, half plaintive, half serious: "it''s raining."
She turned around, patted the boy''s head and said, "you''re a man, I''m a woman, understand?"
Yan Xi said: "it doesn''t matter. It''s the same for you to be my son. I don''t dislike that you are a woman. "
Ah Heng smiles and pats the youth''s hand: "I''m sorry, I dislike you as a man."
Turn around and go upstairs.
When she turned on the radio, her favorite channel was just beginning.
Last time, the hotline was dialed by a mother who was worried about her daughter''s puppy love; last time, it was a white-collar man with great work pressure; this time, it was the wife who had an affair with her husband.
She didn''t gossip that she was interested in other people''s family affairs. She just wanted to listen to the expectant tone of those helpless people who called. That''s the last piece of driftwood I caught when I was drowning. It was the moment when the slow electric current hit the eardrum, and the moist feeling in the corner of the eye could not be restrained. It was only because in the loneliness and sadness that there was a desire to talk, it did not matter whether the intimate sister or brother was intimate.
"Do you believe that?" Yan Xi stood at the door with his pillow in his arms and looked at the radio with a dry tone.
Ah Heng raised his eyes. The young man was wearing soft pajamas. His eyebrows and eyes were quiet, and his appearance was bleak.
She pursed her lips and laughed: "it''s just a habit to listen to this. What''s more, it doesn''t matter whether I believe it or not, does it? "
What matters is whether the person who confides still has the instinct and impulse to believe in others.
"But if human suffering can be solved in a few words, then will the world look like it?" He spoke blandly, with a hint of coolness.
"What is a decent world?" Ah Heng squints.
"The predator of the weak, the trap everywhere..." Yan Xi smiles, and the skin on his palm shrivels. "It brings you a lot of warmth, and then the reality which is 100 times more cruel than warmth will disintegrate and destroy it mercilessly. When fate humiliates you, it allows you to resist, but when you resist, it brings more insults. When you want to live well for a warm reason, the whole world regards you as a monster What it looks like. "
Ah Heng''s eyebrows and eyes are silent, thinking about something.
He went up to him, knelt down on the bed and looked at her with a smile: "ah Heng, compared with the appearance of the world, I am more afraid of you like this, thinking about the appearance of things like this. It''s like, the next second, it''s going to be seen through. "
Aheng looked at him with delicate and clear eyes and frowned: "Yan Xi, what you are afraid of is not me, but yourself I''m just thinking about why you''re in my room all of a sudden
His right hand held a pail of milk biscuits, handed over, a little embarrassed: "ask you, do you want to eat biscuits?"
What a bad excuse. Ah Heng sighed and laughed and moved to the right in the quilt: "come in, it''s cold outside."
"I really just asked if you would like biscuits." He moved his face to one side, some blushed into it, and carefully closed his eyes, but did not touch ah Heng''s coat.
"I know." Ah Heng pulled up the quilt to cover him and pulled the thread of the lamp."Do you want to hear that?" In the dark, Yan Xi''s finger is placed on the "stop" button on the radio. On the radio, a man''s unique warm magnetic voice came slowly. The hotline came to an end and he was playing some pop music.
"These songs, listen to insomnia." Yan Xi''s head sank into the soft pillow, "how can there be so many people who are not alive after being lovelorn? They all come out to sing love songs when they are free."
Ah Heng is used to it. He stretched out his arm and tried to turn off the radio, but he touched a clear and delicate phalanx.
She was still, breathing, withdrawing her hand, and saying plainly, "close it."
Then, close your eyes, but the fingertips of your left hand are numb.
"Aheng, does Wushui have any good fishing songs?" He rustled and turned his back to aheng.
Ah Heng bent his lips: "Suan Yes She asked him, "do you want to listen?"
Yanxi reached out and gently held her hand, wrapped it in the palm, gently swayed up and down, nodding.
Her voice is soft and waxy, which is not suitable for singing clear fishing songs. However, even if the tune is out of tune and the sky is terrible, he is only allowed to listen.
"In the black ink mountain, in the black ink, in the black ink girl, sing, and reunite on the song stage, all the fish come; to sing the fishing song, to plant flowers, to line up, to row, not to call the thrush disgraceful, to sing the folk song, to be cheerful when singing the folk song..."
Yan Xi chuckled: "Hey, sure enough, I''m more suitable for listening to rock."
Ah Heng stopped his voice and opened his eyes. His eyes were bright and painful: "Yan Xi, do you want to listen to the following?"
Yanxi held her hand, almost every inch of her knuckles were almost hot. She shook her fingers gently, shaking her head.
Ah Heng was silent and turned his eyes slightly. The young man, with his eyes and eyebrows, was going to sleep at any time.
Suddenly, she had a crazy idea, and her brain kept echoing. Is this the only time in her life that she could sing to him?
She opened her mouth, as if it was the beginning of graceful and clear, but she always lost her throat, and her mouth was silent.
She wanted to finish singing the fishing song in silence, just for the boy beside her body. He fixed the frame in her heart. How rare was such a beautiful time.
"The black ink is clear;
the fish swim in clear water;
the elder brother asks the younger sister, which sings well;
the lotus flowers on the tree are half beautiful, and the wind chime is the most beautiful one;
the lotus root node is broken, and the water lotus is the clearest one;
the younger sister loves each other, and the elder brother knows it well;
the spider spins a web, the wushuitui is always silk;
the elder brother loves each other, the elder brother really has the heart and the younger sister also knows;
selling lotus root on the streets of the ten character street, the knife is constantly chopping, and the thread is continuous.
the elder brother also knows that the younger sister also knows, and the fish know how to get together;
the flowers know how to open and tie together;
the birds have the knowledge to fly together;
if people know, ah;
match a hundred years ah. "
If a man knows, he is worth a hundred years.
She thought that he would never know the second half of the song, no matter how tactful. Then, deep sleep.
That night, I had a good sleep.
Just, I don''t know how long, as if the clock scale will slow down, that he, but quietly sat up, gently let go of her hand in the palm of her hand.
He curled up his legs, long and thin knuckles, covering her sleeping eyebrows and eyes, smiling very well: "ah Heng, I''ll tell you a story, you listen to me, OK?"
He is shallow smile, the corner of the mouth that slightly warps, again clean but expression.
He said, ah Heng, do you know the fastest way to destroy a man''s dignity? Ah Heng, I''ll tell you, it''s very simple to find a group of people to rape him in turn when he is conscious enough to struggle; when he is unconscious, he is splashed with cold water to let him see clearly that he is surrounded by a group of people Men.
He said, ah Heng, especially those who instruct all these things are the people you trust and love most.
He said, ah Heng, I lied. I told my grandfather that it was done by himself. My grandfather asked me what the man looked like. Then, my head hurt so much. So heavy rain, so many people, which one to say? Do you have a long beard or a hooked nose? Is the scrofula on the left eye turning red during orgasm, or the one that broke my ribs? I can see so clearly that I can draw them one by one, but I can''t describe them to my grandfather. It''s strange, isn''t it
He said, ah Heng, Siguan also knows it. I lied to him, too. I said it was made by a woman, and then I said I was drugged. However, ah Heng, in fact, I was not drugged, so sober
He said, ah Heng, my ah Heng, will you look at me sympathetically when you get the inside information from Siguan, just like Lin wanwan, but you have been trying to resist vomiting. Will you
He said, ah Heng, would you think I was dirty if I didn''t lie to you? WillHis right palm pressed on the pillow, supporting the whole body, barefoot, quietly looking at ah Heng, just like that to stop the time quiet, staring at her, is the sad and despair of the trapped animal.
Ah Heng, ah Heng, believe in people will hurt. I don''t believe people, whether not sad.
Ah Heng, if it was you, I would rather not believe it.
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