dull time

Chapter 5 Chapter 5

In the summer vacation of the first year of high school, Qi Yang traveled to a distant place by train alone.

The train was very empty, and it was really a test of endurance to go to a place where there was no grass on a hard bed in this weather. Qi Yang didn't feel anything, he just took out the book he had been reading—"Dancing on My Grave" ".

This is the first time he has come into contact with this type of novel. The author is British, and his stories are very moving. Qi Yang sometimes wonders whether such love really exists in this world, or is it a kind of emotional conclusion? , After death, let another person be so moved and miserable.

Although that may only be one-sided.

This book is about love, and it is not. He tells the confusion and pain of youth, as well as his thoughts on death.

Qi Yang rubbed his eyes and sighed wearily.

He does not believe in love, but longs for love.Just like his friend once said, Hu Yifei in the love apartment taught employment courses without having a job, and he himself thought he had a good feeling for it without having experienced love.

He didn't know about those experiences from novels, TV, and outsiders, and no one gave him an answer.No one will guide him to tell him the answer.

He likes to listen to pure music recently, and there is a song "One Step Away" that seems very familiar, and it gives people a sense of melancholy.

The battery of the mobile phone was only 30.00%, so he plugged in the power bank.There was an unpleasant smell of soot in the carriage, and he lay on his bag and fell asleep for a while.

Zheng Hao didn't know how to describe his feelings, but he was surprised by the 1.7-meter-tall boy in front of him, or a possessive desire that he didn't understand. He wanted to return to reason, but he couldn't look away.

He Ping called.When will you come back, didn't you say a week before, why can't you figure it out after almost half a month?

The man looked at the boy under the starry sky and walked into the distance.

Don't I feel relieved when the company has you?I'm tired and want to take a walk here.

He Ping frowned.I don't remember you being so irresponsible, the company seems to be still yours.

Zheng Hao dismissed He Ping with a few words and walked to the boy.

The teenager at that time was still very immature, but compared with his peers, he had more things to think about.Zheng Hao looked at him with obvious joy and eager eyes, Zheng Hao felt a little uncomfortable.

The boy looked sad.

He told him very early on that he had a wife and a lovely child. Very early on, at that time, he didn't know that he would stay for the boy in front of him.

It seems that there is such a force pushing him in the dark, he is saying, if I don't stay, I will miss this life.

This is what he's been looking for.

Tang Tang can bring him a lot, for example, one-sided love.He and her are a match made in heaven. They met in high school. At that time, she was also very good, and she took the initiative to woo him.

He naturally agreed. In this regard, he always lacks some self-love. In fact, he is also a person who is too clear.It's just that he didn't understand that this was actually using others as guinea pigs.He doesn't know, so he hurts.

That's why Tang Tang became a victim.

The car was moving, with luggage and a violin on it.

The car stopped, and the man shook the young man beside him.

"Where are you now?" The young man just woke up, and his body was a little tired from the long journey.

"We are in the countryside. It's your hometown." Zheng Hao got out of the car to pick up his luggage, and Qi Yang got out of the car, smelling the aroma of the grass that comes with him in the countryside.His parents naturally lived in the city, except for the Ching Ming Festival a few years ago, he never came again.

The road just now was not bumpy. I think the place has changed a lot in the past few years. New roads should have been paved and new houses built.

His old house has been demolished, and some money was allocated during the demolition, and his most direct connection with this place is gone.

The man should have been very tired. They asked a hotel and stayed in it.

Conditions are poor, but reassuring.

"Ah, isn't this Qi Yang? Why are you back?"

The shopkeeper recognized him, but his memory had stayed in his childhood, and he really had no impression of the person in front of him.

"Hi, you may have misidentified the person." Seeing the young man with a blank face, the man led him to the room.

There was only one bed in the room, Qi Yang went to take a shower first, and the man walked in.

Since the two of them were in the hotel that day, they haven't had a good time halfway through.

"I drove a long distance today, are you tired?"

"No matter how tired I am, I can please you a little bit."

"Okay, in that case, go to bed."

The two took a bath in a hurry, and couldn't wait to embrace and kiss each other.

"This time I should be on top."

"Next time." The man still took the lead, passing the tenderness to the young man's limbs.

The two walked hand in hand in the deserted wilderness.

There are actually not many people in the village now, and everyone is eager to seek development outside.

Quiet, so quiet it could drive you crazy.

"Did you ever go swimming in the river when you were a child?"

"Yeah." Qi Yang laughed, "At that time my mother was afraid that I would fall into the deep water, so she tied a rope to the swimming ring and sat on the shore watching me swim."

"I used to live in the first family in the village, but it was far away from the town. Later, my mother rented a house in the town for 60 yuan a month, just for the convenience of my going to school. But only [-] square meters, my mother and I Sleeping in the same bed. Once, I played with fire and almost burned the house down..." The man listened quietly, holding the young man's hand tightly, looking into the distance and laughing.

They walked and chatted, when Qi Yang saw the woman at the door of the hotel, his face turned livid.

"Mom..." The young man wanted to loosen his hand, but the man held it tightly, interlocking his fingers.