On a rainy night, it was late when I got home. But luckily, the call came.

Although tucked under the raincoat, the beauty masks that Yan Xi bought, Wang Yan, Green Beads, Red Line, and Wen Ji were still stained with water. Those eyebrows and eyes looked like they were drawn on real rouge, and there were some traces of dissolving. Yan Xi frowned, stepped on the attic, took the hot fan for baking the painting, turned on the horsepower, and dried the mask.

Ah Heng stared at the slender hands holding the mask and approaching the fan carefully, maintaining a posture for a long time without the slightest boredom. He has always been unbelievably obsessed with what he cares about.

Ah Heng smiled, glanced at him, and sat quietly on the sofa knitting a scarf.

Yan Xi pouted: "Do you need to be so serious?" For those one, two, three......"

Ah Heng was surprised: "What one, two, three?" ”

Yan Xi raised his eyebrows: "One is one, two is two, and three is three!" ”

Ah Heng laughed: "Four or four!" "What a mess.

"Gray, for Siguan?" Yan Xi squinted, and there was a bright color floating in his dark eyes, slightly disdainful.

Ah Heng was stunned, looked at the gray wool in his hand, and nodded vaguely.

"Hush." He turned Wen Ji's mask over and pouted slightly. Thick, soft black hair covered his eyes, and he was overly childish.

After a long time, the rain outside the window was much tighter with the wind, and there was a lot of thunder and lightning, and it took turns.

"It seems that the rain won't stop tonight." Ah Heng took the knitting needle, raised his head slightly, and looked at Yan Xi with a smile.

Yan Xi had already dried his mask and was sitting cross-legged on the sofa at the moment, bored playing with the beauty mask. He played seriously and made up his mind to ignore Ah Heng.

Ah Heng got up and yawned lightly: "You should rest early." He turned to leave, but was dragged by the corner of his clothes from behind.

"Ah Heng, tonight, I'll sleep with you."

Ah Heng frowned: "Why?" ”

Yan Xi pointed out the window, half complaining, half serious: "It's raining." ”

She turned around, patted the young man's head, and said with a pleasant face: "You are a man, I am a woman, understand?" ”

Yan Xi was righteous and awe-inspiring: "It's okay, it's the same if you are my son." I don't dislike you as a woman. ”

Ah Heng smiled slightly and slapped the young man's hand away: "I'm sorry, I dislike you as a man." ”

Turn around and go upstairs.

When she turned on the radio, her favorite channel had just begun.

Last time, the hotline was dialed by a mother who was worried about her daughter's early love; Last time, it was a white-collar man with a lot of work pressure; This time, it was the wife whose husband had an affair.

She wasn't gossipy enough to be interested in other people's family affairs, but she wanted to hear the expectant tone of the helpless people when they called. The last piece of driftwood that I grabbed when I drowned was nothing more than that. It was the moment when the slow current hit the eardrum, and the irrepressible moist touch in the corner of the eye, just because I finally had the desire to talk in the loneliness and sadness, and it didn't matter whether the intimate sister or the intimate brother knew the heart.

"You believe this?" Yan Xi stood at the door with a pillow, looking at the radio, and his tone was a little dry.

Ah Heng raised his eyes, the young man, wearing soft pajamas, his eyebrows and eyes were quiet, and he looked sluggish.

She pursed her lips and smiled: "It's just a habit to listen to this. What's more, it doesn't matter if I believe it or not, does it? ”

What matters is whether the person confiding in still has the instinct and urge to trust others.

"However, if human suffering can be solved in a few words, then will the world still be decent?" He spoke flatly, with a cool tone.

"What's a decent world?" Ah Heng squinted.

"The appearance of the law of the jungle, the appearance of traps everywhere......" Yan Xi smiled lightly, the skin in his palm shrunk, "bring you a lot of warmth, and then use the reality that is a hundred times more cruel than the warmth to disintegrate and destroy in an instant; Allowing you to resist when fate bullies you, but brings more insults when you resist; When you want to live well for a warm reason, the whole world sees you as a monster. ”

Ah Heng stared silently, thinking about something.

He stepped forward, knelt lightly on the bed, and smiled at her level: "Ah Heng, compared to the way this world looks, I am more afraid of the way you look like this, thinking about things like this." It seems that in the next second, it will be seen through. ”

Ah Heng looked at him, his delicate and clear gaze, and frowned: "Yanxi, what you are afraid of is not me, but yourself...... I'm just thinking about why you're suddenly in my room. ”

He held a bucket of milk biscuits in his right hand and handed it over, a little cramped: "I ask you, do you want to eat biscuits?" ”

What a bad excuse. Ah Heng sighed, smiled, and gently moved to the right in the quilt: "Come in, it's cold outside." ”

"I really just asked if you wanted cookies." He moved his face to the side, blushed a little, and carefully closed his eyes, but did not touch the corner of Ah Heng's clothes.

"I know." Ah Heng pulled up the quilt and covered him, and pulled the string of the lamp.

"Do you want to hear this?" In the dark, Yan Xi's finger was placed on the "Stop" button on the radio. On the radio, the man's characteristic warm magnetic voice slowly sounded, and the hotline came to an end, and he was playing some pop music.

"If you listen to these songs, you will lose sleep." Yan Xi's head sank on the soft pillow, "How can there be so many people who don't die after falling out of love, and they come out to sing love songs when they are idle?" ”

Ah Heng snorted lightly, used to it. Stretching out his arm, he went to turn off the radio through Yan Xi, but he touched the clear and delicate phalanges.

She froze, breathed, withdrew her hand, and said flatly: "Turn it off." ”

Then, when I closed my eyes, the fingertips of my left hand were a little numb.

"Ah Heng, do you have any good fishing songs in Wushui?" He stumbled, turned over, and turned his back to Ah Heng.

Ah Heng curled his lips: "Count...... Yes. She asked him, "Do you want to listen?" ”

Yan Xi stretched out her hand, gently held her hand wrapped in the palm of her hand, gently shook it up and down, and nodded her head.

Her voice is soft and glutinous, but she is not suitable for singing a clear fishing song. However, even if it was out of tune and unpleasant, it only allowed him to listen to it.

"There is a yo in the Wumo Mountain, a yo in the Wumo water, a girl in the Wumo, sing it, rejoice in the reunion stage, the fish from all over the world are here; Singing to sing fishing songs, planting flowers to plant rows to rows, thrushes are not called disgraceful, singing mountain songs are cheerful......"

Yan Xi chuckled: "Hey, sure enough, I'm still more suitable for listening to rock and roll." ”

Ah Heng was stunned, opened his eyes, and his eyes were bright and painful: "Yanxi, do you still want to listen to the following?" ”

Yan Xi held her hand, every inch of her knuckles was almost hot, and gently shook her fingers, shaking her head in a gesture.

Ah Heng was silent, and rolled his eyes slightly, the young man, his eyebrows and eyes were safe, and he was going to fall asleep at any time.

Suddenly, she had crazy thoughts, and her mind kept echoing, is this the only time in this life that she can sing to him?

She opened her mouth, which seemed to be a tactful and clear beginning, but she was always dumb and lip-synching, silent.

She wanted to finish singing this fishing song silently, just for the young man beside her, he fixed in her heart, how rare it was to have such a beautiful time.

"The black ink is clear;

The fish swim in clear water;

Brother asked sister, which one sings well;

The trees are half pretty with flowers, and this wind chime is the most beautiful;

The lotus root is broken and the water lotus is connected, and the oar pushes the wave the most crisply;

Sister lovesickness, sister really has a heart and brother knows;

The spider knots the black water mouth, and the water pushes the silk constantly;

Brother lovesickness, brother really has a heart and sister knows;

The cross street sells lotus roots, and the knife cuts the silk continuously, and the silk is even the silk;

Brother also knows that sister also knows, and the fish have the knowledge to gather together;

Flowers are blooming and stemming;

The birds know how to fly;

If anyone knows, hey;

With a hundred years. ”

If a person knows how to be worthy for a hundred years.

He would never know the second half of the song, no matter how tactful, she thought. Then, fall into a deep sleep.

That night, I slept so soundly.

It's just that I don't know how long it took, as if the scale of the clock was about to slow down, but he sat up quietly and gently let go of her hand held in the palm of his hand.

He curled his legs, his knuckles were slender, covering her sleeping eyebrows, and he smiled beautifully: "Ah Heng, I'll tell you a story, you listen obediently, okay?" ”

He smiled lightly, the corners of his mouth slightly curled, and his expression couldn't be cleaner.

He said, Ah Heng, do you know what is the fastest way to destroy a man's dignity? Ah Heng, let me tell you, it's very simple, that is, find a group of people, and when he is conscious and can struggle, take turns to take them until he can't struggle; When he lost consciousness, splash him with cold water to wake him up, so that he could clearly watch himself being ...... Men on.

He said, Ah Heng, especially the person who instructed all this is the person you trust and love the most.

He said, Ah Heng, I lied, I told my grandfather that I did it alone. Grandpa asked me what that person looked like, and my head hurt. With such a heavy rain and so many people, which one should I say? Is it one with a long beard, or one with a hooked nose? Is it the one that turns red in my left eye, or is it the one that crushes my ribs? I could see it so clearly, so clearly that I could draw it with one stroke, but I couldn't describe it to my grandfather. It's strange, isn't it......

He said, Ah Heng, Siguan also knows. I lied to him too, I said it was a woman who did it, and then, I said I was drugged. But, Ah Heng, in fact, I haven't been drugged, so sober......

He said, Ah Heng, my Ah Heng, will you also be like Lin Wanwan, when you learned the inside story from Siwan, you looked at me sympathetically but kept resisting vomiting, will you ......

He said, Ah Heng, could it be, if I didn't lie to you the same, even you thought I was dirty? Will......

He pressed his right palm on the pillow, supported his whole body, bare his ankles, and looked at Ah Heng quietly, just like that, the silence that stopped time, staring at her tightly, was the sadness and despair of the trapped beast.

Ah Heng, Ah Heng, believers are injured. I don't believe in people, so I won't be sad.

Ah Heng, if it were you, I'd rather not believe it.