(a)

Bai Xian listened to Chang Xia's drunken and smoky back Li Bai's general into the wine, angry and laughing, grabbed a bottle of flower water on the computer desk and patted Chang Xia's back, feeling distressed and reproached: "Who let you drink so much, you can't drink it, you still drink it!." ”

"I'm not drunk, I'm just sick in my stomach and itchy on my body."

Chang Xia squirmed wildly on the bed, stretched his hands hard behind his back, and grabbed tightly, always being held down by Xian.

After a while, there was no movement behind him, and he turned his head in a daze and saw Bai Xian's head lying on his calves, his shoulders twitching slightly. But what power can she have to feed back and comfort Bai Xian.

Until now, she Chang Xia has been rejected by the giant of society. The giant did not give her food and drink. She wanted to exchange things with the giant, but the giant ignored her. Because what she has in her hands is not what he needs at all, the world will not accept her, and so far, she has not built herself into a commodity that society needs.

"I'm really useless, useless, just a superfluous person." She muttered.

"Who said you are a superfluous person, and I need you" Bai Xian immediately comforted her and said, holding her in his arms.

"There was always mud and darkness on the way to the building. But I'm willing to build you the way to the building, and if you need a bridge, I'm willing to be the bridge for you to walk over me. Bai Xian continued to say in a low voice.

"Don't you always have a dream in your heart? Xiao Xia, promise me that you will never give up on your dreams at any time. ”

She stared at his face, thick hair, broad face, nose like a hill in the center, from the nostrils to the lips, lip folds, others are shallow, generally not easy to notice, but his face, as if deliberately dug a furrow, the whole face is not so handsome as calm and atmospheric.

But the cheeks couldn't hide a faint hint of tender childishness. Just like an unripe melon, although it is nearly ripe and heavy, there is still a little bit of green and crisp between the skin of the melon.

In fact, this childish aura should belong to his age, and the characteristics of age and the twists and turns of life are mixed on his face.

It was his love that gave her life a foundation. There was brilliance on her face, life in her eyes, and if it weren't for his love, in a life that had been running around for a few years, she might have sunk, drifted with the flow, and been defeated by survival.

The old house is still the same old house, but the walls of the room have her hung wind chimes, badminton rackets, and plush toys.

Now that the sun was setting, flocks of pigeons flew by in a corner of the sky outside the window, and a badminton racket hung on the folds of the red curtains. The pale blue computer desk in the vicinity is more and more new in this old house.

This is the love in the old house, with flocks of pigeons flying over the dilapidated roofs of the opposite side, and there is hope that there will always be.

Love brings light into our lives!

(b)

Chunchun came over and said idly: "Go to the bar in the evening." Even if it's so uncomfortable, just go and relax, I haven't been there for a long time. ”

Chang Xia didn't refuse, just glanced at Bai Xian, who was sitting in the room reading the newspaper.

She's never been to a bar yet. The life in the small town is calm and simple, which has created Chang Xia's simple faith, she believes in reading books and working hard, just like a nun believes in God. But now, she's curious about bars, too.

Bai Xian put down the newspaper, remained silent, seemed to have a calm expression, and said, "You go!" I'm not going, I don't like the noise there. ”

Can you stop her? You can't let a person live in a sterile environment all the time. He was unwilling to stop her, and if there was a temptation in someone's life, he couldn't.

Bai Xian silently watched the two girls put on their best dresses, put on bright lipstick, and step on high heels to go out at night.

There is a lot of traffic at night. Chang Xia followed Chunchun into the bar, where the lights flickered and deafened. Chang Xia felt that his ears were about to explode. It seems that there is an empty can bottle stuffed in his ear, and he is being knocked on violently.

Chang Xia is uncomfortable here, but as soon as Chunchun arrives at the bar, the girl in the day is gone. The girl who had a gloomy face during the day, looking slightly old from lack of sleep, disappeared into the flickering and chaotic lights.

Chang Xia walked through a group of writhing bodies, most of these exaggerated writhing bodies, most of which had no rhythm, just swayed their muscles wildly, like jellyfish in the water, swinging their slippery long beards, for the indescribable desire.

Chunchun giggled briskly in front, and Chang Xia followed behind like dodging the sorghum leaves that were inserted at any time, hiding left and right, restrained and stiff.

Chunchun quickly left Chang Xia behind, and twisted on the dance floor with his eyes closed, and the slightly tired face during the day was now lit up with colorful lights, and it was the red of the beauty Jiaoye in the night light, flashing on the dance floor.

Tired of dancing, Chunchun sat down on the bar and asked for a bottle of beer, and the mouth of the bottle was flat to his lips and foamed with liquid and rolled into his lips. "Drink!" She called Chang Xia.

Chang Xia shook her head, she was not used to drinking beer, and coming here was like a primary school student coming to the wrong place.

Chunchun looked at Chang Xia's innocent appearance, and his eyes narrowed with a smile: "None of my friends in Beijing can't drink or smoke. Then she yelled loudly at Chang Xia's ears: "Be a lover for others, what's wrong with being a lover, as long as you have money." ”

Chunchun's glamorous lipstick carries a bit of sinful temptation in the dim light. Then the cigarette was lit, and the body in the suspender shirt dangled in the bright red of the lipstick. There is no doubt that Chunchun is still nostalgic for this kind of life.

She saw a man on a dance floor sticking up to Chunchun. Chunchun smirked. Chang Xia rushed over.

When he came back at three o'clock in the morning, the lights were still on in Bai Xian's house, and when he heard a noise outside the door, he opened the room for the two girls who were taking out the keys and preparing to open the door, and told them that he was studying chess games, so he didn't sleep.

"I grabbed the picture of that shemale." Chunchun smiled drunkenly, dragged her small bag back and forth, and closed the door.

"What's the matter?" Chang Xia pouted, yawned, kicked off his high heels, and didn't wash his face, so he threw himself straight to the bed, unable to open his eyes again.

Since then, she has also understood better that she and Chunchun are fundamentally people from two worlds, and the path forward will be even more different.

(c)

Next to this house, there is a large banyan tree with lush leaves, the forks of which reach out to the windows, and the dense foliage almost covers the glass, adding a barren and primitive flavor to this courtyard.

Every night, Chang Xia is a little worried, will there be a snake crawling in through the open window? "Hey, you say, will there be a snake crawling in?" Chang Xia asked Bai Xian with a smile.

This time, Bai Xian came back, and it was rare to stay for so long. Chang Xia's heart was still immersed in the warmth of the two. But Bai Xian's expression was obviously wrong, and he sat on the chair and didn't move, dragging Chang Xia back to him.

"Natsu-chan, I want to tell you something." Bai Xian wanted to speak and stopped, although his face tried his best to be calm, but there was a dull and sad expression buried in the back.

Bai Xian took Chang Xia's hand and, as usual, let Chang Xia sit on his lap.

Bai Xian lowered his head, his gaze fell on Chang Xia's fingers, and his gaze seemed to be unable to move. He put Chang Xia's finger between his fingers and pinched it, as if it was a cigarette, crumpling the cigarette, and the pressure in his heart poked and chased.

Chang Xia felt uneasy, like a bird that smelled the storm, and flapped his wings in panic.

Every time Bai Xian had such a slow, heavy, thinking demeanor, Bai Xian knew that something must have happened.