A gust of wind rolled the ginkgo leaves and floated gently on Ji Zhun's head.
He slapped the leaves off, and for a moment he didn't understand why Tan Jingyang suddenly asked himself this question so seriously.
"It will... be troublesome." Jizhun lowered his eyelids, looking at the ginkgo nuts that had been trampled on, leaving sticky marks on the ground.
"Trouble..." Tan Jingyang's body stiffened, and the light in her eyes quickly dimmed following Ji Zhun's answer.
Ji Zhun: "Well, the pressure from society and family will be greater than that of opposite-sex couples. It would be fine if it was just the outside world, but the closest people may not really understand." When he said this, he thought
again Su Hao.
"The friend who died was sent to a mental hospital by his mother... But if it was a regular hospital, how could he be given electric shock treatment?... Presumably, his mother did not want to send him to treat depression in the first place. ."
Hearing this, Tan Jingyang gently closed his eyes.
At the end, he chuckled briefly, then nodded and said: "Yes, trouble." Ji Zhun
suddenly reacted and looked at Tan Jingyang in disbelief. It took him a long time to stutter and ask: "Did you... "
No."
Tan Jingyang quickly interrupted, took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth.
When he raised his head again, the throbbing in his eyes had completely disappeared.
"I'm also afraid of trouble." Tan Jingyang blew out the smoke and raised the corners of his lips, "I'm just curious." Jizhun did not
relax. He always felt that a brief and fierce battle had just occurred in the other party's mind.
"Actually, I..." Ji Zhun tried to make amends, but felt that nothing was appropriate.
"Jizun, I take you as a friend." Tan Jingyang's expression softened, and the smell of tobacco lingered between the two, mixed with the chill of the autumn wind.
Seeing that Ji Zhun was still hesitant to speak, Tan Jingyang wanted to reach out and touch his head. But just as he raised his arm halfway, he paused and retracted it.
"Brother Yang, if you really are me, nothing will happen to you." Ji Zhun touched his nose and said, "Really, I also regard you as a friend. Just like Heizi treats Su Hao." "
I'm really not!" Tan Jingyang Don't know whether to laugh or cry, "Why do you press your head forcibly?"
"Fuck, you're confused." "Okay,
baby, go home early, mom will scold you when you're late." "
Hey, don't be so aggressive. Sun zei!"
"Who are you talking about Sun zei?"
"Whoever promises will say it." "
I think you need to clean up again, right?"
"Come on, Sun zei, make gestures?"
After a brief embarrassment, everything seemed Everything is back to normal again.
The figures of the two teenagers fighting each other gradually fade away in the yellow color of the autumn sky.
Along with it, there was still a hint of ambiguous emotion that dissipated like smoke before it had time to change.
…
Aunt Hui from the massage parlor was sitting at the door, smoking a lady's cigarette, and quickly lighting a wad of money.
"Here, this is Yingzi's."
"Xiaocui's."
"Lanlan's."
"Sister Wang..." She glanced at the plainly dressed woman in front of her, drew out two more big tickets, and handed them to her, " Yours."
"Hey, thank you boss!" The woman took the money, tapped it, and then asked in surprise, "Is it too much?" "I'll
take it if I give it to you." Aunt Hui vomited He said casually while lighting the smoke ring.
The woman thanked her repeatedly and carefully stuffed the money into her coat pocket. Upon closer inspection, her eyes were fixed on one point the whole time without any change.
The others are also blind except for Sister Hui.
"Let's go, slow down on the way back." After
sending out the money, Aunt Hui went back to the store to pick up a bottle of nail polish, and instructed the shop assistants without looking back.
"Goodbye, Miss Xiaohui!"
Everyone greeted Aunt Hui and walked towards the entrance of the alley together, talking and laughing.
Aunt Hui unscrewed the nail polish, put her feet up on the chair, and dyed her nails calmly.
If the ash accumulates a lot, flick it with your hands.
Faded nails are once again covered in bright red.
"You must have stood there for an hour, right?" Aunt Hui asked the figure in the shadow casually without raising her head, raising her red lips, "Broken in love?" The person in the dark made a low voice from his nose
. Laughed and walked out slowly.
The street lamp with unstable voltage flickered on and off, flickering on his face.
"I've been watching you do business."
Tan Jingyang's voice was completely hoarse from the smoke at this time, and it sounded more gloomy and colder than before.
"Does it look good?" Aunt Hui continued to apply nail polish to her feet.
"It's quite unexpected." He paused, "I didn't believe it when my friend told you that your place is a regular massage shop.
" , Said, "Little friend, now is a society ruled by law, ordinary people like me don't dare to do those messy things." "."
Tan Jingyang was silent for a while, and whispered, "Sorry."
Aunt Hui fanned her toenails with her hands, and said softly, "The friend you're talking about is Xiao Zhun, right?... Tsk, that's a clever little ghost. Why haven't you seen him lately?
" Yes, Tan Jingyang's heart twitched again.
"He lives in the west city, why do he keep running here for nothing?"
"Yes, it's very troublesome." Aunt Hui answered.
Tan Jingyang looked through the cigarette case, but it was empty.
He crushed it and threw it into the trash can, and laughed muffledly: "No, don't keep causing trouble for others."
Tan Jingyang turned around and was about to go upstairs when she was stopped by Aunt Hui again.
"Oh yes, your brother's painting won an award."
"What?"
Aunt Hui wiped out the cigarette butt, changed her foot and continued to paint her nails, and said, "That little guy is very funny. He was poking around the door of my shop. Ask him Why, he faltered and said that the school held a drawing competition and wanted me to be his model."
Speaking of this, Aunt Hui couldn't help laughing.
"I said I have something good to paint. I am old and yellow. He insisted on saying that it looks good. He moved a small bench and guarded it in the shop after school. He kept talking about it for several days. Today, he suddenly rushed to me and told me , His painting won an award."
"Really." Tan Jingyang's eyes softened a little, and he nodded slightly at Aunt Hui, "Excuse me."
Aunt Hui waved her hand, signaling Tan Jingyang to go upstairs quickly.
...
When Tan Jingyang returned home, Tan Le had already fallen asleep. There was still a small orange lamp left for him in the room.
He quietly walked to the desk and wanted to turn off the light. I just happened to see Tan Le’s award-winning painting.
In a dilapidated massage parlor, a woman in a blue cheongsam is smoking moxa for an old lady.
The old lady was dressed plainly, with a kind and comfortable smile on her face.
Some other blind shop assistants are disinfecting towels, and some are studying each other's acupuncture points on the human body. The paintings are full of the most realistic work scenes in the city's fireworks.
The title of this painting is - "The Hardest Working Man".
Tan Jingyang's lips moved upward unnoticeably. The painting blurred before his eyes, and he vaguely saw the man's eyes shining in the night.
He exposed a tiger tooth on one side, tilted his head and asked himself with a smile: "Why not? Brother Yang."
Only those with a clear heart can see the light hidden under the heavy fog.
Tan Jingyang doesn't want to make him unhappy because of himself, he just needs to live under the sun forever.
Simple, clean, uncomplicated, and hassle-free.
Maybe, just being friends is really good.
The lights went out.
...
Recently, Ji Zhun always felt that Tan Jingyang seemed to have changed.
Although he will still pretend to be a gentleman in front of others, he will joke with himself after others. But there seemed to be an invisible barrier between the two.
After Zhun thought about it, he realized that Tan Jingyang no longer seemed to interfere in his affairs as much as before.
Polite, he was too polite to himself, which made Ji Zhun feel very awkward.
Man, sometimes you are just a bitch.
I find it annoying when I am under control, and I will be unhappy when people really don't care.
Ji Zhun dragged his chin, staring at the blackboard absent-mindedly, spinning the pen rapidly in his hand.
Suddenly, he stopped and shouted.
"Hey, Tan Jingyang."
"Huh?" Tan Jingyang responded in a low voice while taking notes.
Seeing that Ji Zhun called him but did not continue, Tan Jingyang stopped writing and turned to look at him.
Ji Zhun: "..."
He scratched his nose, feeling hypocritical again.
Isn't it normal for buddies to get along like this? For example, he and Lu Rover and Wang Da sometimes don't contact each other for ten days and a half months. What's more, he and Tan Jingyang didn't have any substantive conflicts.
"It's nothing." Jizhun grinned, and passed the candy box to Tan Jingyang, "Do you want to eat candy?" "It's
class, can you restrain yourself a little bit?" Tan Jingyang frowned, and pushed Jizhun's hand away.
"Come on, this is what you bought for me last time." Ji Zhun teased.
Tan Jingyang looked at the sugar box slightly, and it was lemon sea salt.
He pursed his lips, and his voice calmed down: "I really don't want to."
Seeing that Tan Jingyang hadn't shown his emotions to him for a long time, Ji Zhun was actually a little happy.
He quietly pushed away the candy box and poured one into his hand. Then, while the teacher wasn't paying attention, he pinched Tan Jingyang's chin and pressed it down, stuffing the candy into his mouth.
"Eat you!"
There was a "bang"—the
desk was almost overturned by Tan Jingyang, and the candy box was caught off guard and hit the ground.
Lemon sea salt candies were scattered all over the place.
"Tell you to stop making trouble!"
Tan Jingyang stood up and shouted angrily, his whole body heaving and falling.
For a moment, all eyes in the classroom were on the two of them.
Ji Zhun blinked, looking a little stunned.
"Jizun, what are you doing!"
Teacher Ke Ren threw down the textbook, and he has long been displeased with this laughing, ignorant kid. In private, I told Lao Ma, the class teacher, to transfer him and Tan Jingyang away, so as not to delay his study.
Seeing that Tan Jingyang, who has always been gentle and gentle, was actually annoyed, he suddenly became furious.
Teacher Ke Ren: "Get out and stand for punishment!" Ji
Zhun looked at Tan Jingyang's eyes, which gradually changed from bewilderment to anger.
This is too embarrassing!
The two faced each other in silence, and the atmosphere fell to a freezing point.
Ji Zhun stared at Tan Jingyang, and under the anger, there was a growing sense of grievance.
Teacher Ke Ren: "Jizhun, did you hear that?!"
The metal candy box collided with each other, making a piercing sound, and Tan Jingyang's heart was also shaken violently.
"Terma is sick, you!"
Ji Zhun gritted his teeth and cursed, turned around and rushed out of the classroom.
...