kissing sparrow

Chapter 37 I'm Not Your Responsibility

Although Jiayou City has been away for ten years, the city has changed rapidly, and the row upon row of buildings and widened roads have divided the city into strange appearances, but there are still some subtleties that are enough to evoke a familiar sixth sense.

Orientation, light, humidity, the skating rink with the appearance of a silver ribbon exposed in the gaps between the buildings, the students in blue and white school uniforms running on the road, and the straight camphor trees.

Lu Heyang's scalp was numb, he sat up straight, looked out the window at the scenery passing by, and questioned Fu Xun.

"Where is this going?"

Fu Xun didn't answer, and after two seconds, he said again: "Eat breakfast."

He leaned on the steering wheel and looked at the rearview mirror on the left: "Soy milk doesn't taste good when it's cold."

Lu Heyang sat still close to the car door, pulled a long distance away from him, and twisted his face in the opposite direction, as if something outside the window continued to attract attention.

After waiting for the light gap, Fu Xun stretched out his right hand, and lifted the soybean milk to Lu Heyang's eyes from the teacup holder between the two seats.

The light turned from red to green, and Fu Xun kicked the accelerator to drive out, but still held the steering wheel with one hand in a toasting posture. Lu Heyang had the consciousness not to distract the driver, so he had to take it and take a sip.

"What about you?"

Fu Xun seemed to find this question very interesting, and raised his eyebrows: "Don't keep it for me. I've eaten it."

"Who will leave it to you."

The feeble rebuttal melted into the lower and lower coda, almost turning into a murmur.Fu Xun glanced at the co-pilot again, and saw that the other party was holding a cup, hiding his angry eyes behind the rim of the cup, and pursed his lips in a good mood.

Once the appetite is opened, the feeling of hunger becomes clear. There seems to be a suction fan inside, and the stomach sac feels chilly and tight. Lu Heyang, without hesitation, holds up the paper cup again, takes a sip of warm soybean milk, and The egg pancakes are also eaten together.

Until the car stopped, Lu Heyang recognized that this was the old house that he shared with Lu Bingwen and his wife before.

If you take away what you saw downstairs six years ago, he hasn't been back here for ten years.

At the beginning, I was in a foreign land, and later I felt timid because of being close to my hometown.

Or it may be a contest of unwillingness to admit defeat. After all, Fu Xun took everything lightly with a single sentence "What did he do?"

"I won't live here after graduation." Fu Xun opened the car door for him, "Do you think I've already sold it?"

Speaking of which, this house was originally owned by Fu Xun. According to the division of the property back then, Lu Heyang only took away the money enough to study abroad, and did not ask for anything else.Over the years, Fu Xun has indeed encountered some difficult moments. It's not that he has never thought of selling, but in the end he still didn't.

The mulberry tree downstairs is still there, with a thick trunk and high branches and leaves, even covering the window sills on the third floor. Fermented by the sun and wind, it exudes the unique fragrance of mulberry trees.In the garden, there are old people walking their dogs, young mothers walking with strollers, and office workers and students passing by in a hurry, but they are all familiar faces.

Lu Heyang followed Fu Xun upstairs, the community was too old, there didn't seem to be many residents, there was no need to wait for the elevator, and the corridor was very quiet.

Fu Xun took out a bunch of keys from the pocket of his trousers with a bang, and there was a Superman doll woven by Su Mei out of wool. She didn't know where she heard that Superman was very popular. She guessed that the two boys in the family must have I would like it, so I made one up for myself.It's a pity that they didn't buy it and thought it was stupid, but Su Mei tied it up, and no one took it off.

The fingertips rubbed it repeatedly, and over the years, it has become dirty now, and the color has long since faded and turned yellow.

Lu Heyang's throat choked, and he tried his best to keep his voice steady.

"What did you bring me back for?"

Fu Xun slowly opened the door, the flow of air brought fine dust that fell like golden sand in the sunlight, and everything from the past reappeared before Lu Heyang's eyes.The walnut shoe cabinet, the dining table and the old TV facing it, the sofa in the living room is still covered with a white sofa towel woven by Su Mei himself, and further inside is his room, with the word "Fu" pasted upside down on the bedroom door , the schedule and certificates on the wall, the textbooks and exercise books in the bookcase, the ruler with a corner missing in the pen holder, and the compasses neatly arranged, all of them remained the same as when he left, intact.

He suspected that Fu Xun was a dream maker who gave him a grand dream.

"I got someone to clean it yesterday, so it shouldn't be too dirty." Fu Xun stood in the door frame of the bedroom, observing Lu Heyang who was standing still.

"You don't have to do this, Fu Xun." Lu Heyang was a little frustrated, "Whether or not I recover my memory is not your responsibility."

He backed away again and again, but couldn't help Fu Xun's pressing again and again.He had to think of it, but it was hard for him not to show his flaws under this kind of offensive.

Fu Xun ignored his complaints, and just asked: "Do you remember anything?" His eyes fell on the bed next to Lu Heyang, and he licked his slightly dry lips.There, for the first time, they breathed together and touched each other; they hated each other, but they had shared joy.

Lu Heyang closed his dry eyes tightly, suppressed the numbness in his nasal cavity, which was caused by pollen or emotions, and said resignedly: "Some fragments."

"What segment?" Fu Xun walked over, and calmly pushed Lu Heyang against the edge of the bed.

"It's just... fragments of life." Lu Heyang lowered his eyelids guiltily, "It's common and not important."

Fu Xun raised his hand and tore off his mask: "Lu Heyang, look at me."

"Don't you remember, what did we do here?"

Lu Heyang frowned.

"Don't remember..."

The ending sound was cut off hastily, he was taken a step closer by Fu Xun, he stumbled on the bottom of the bed with his heel, and sat back down.

The old mattress still supported him competently. Fu Xun stretched out his hand, inserted his fingertips into the hairline, pressed his palm against his chin, stroked the pad of his thumb from the earlobe to his chin, and then moved up to his lips. It was dry and bright red due to poor nasal breathing.He leaned down and moved closer.

The mint smell of morning aftershave, together with Fu Xun's breath, miraculously broke through the stagnation in the nasal cavity, turned into a smell that could be caught by the sense of smell, and reflected into the brain.

"It's right here, you said..." Fu Xun paused briefly, as if guiding patiently.

"You can make me comfortable."

The distance was too close, Lu Heyang propped his hands on the bed, the muscles in his waist were tense, he could not avoid feeling the longing in Fu Xun's eyes, the desire lurking under the five senses was slowly awakening, even he couldn't restrain himself react.

But when Fu Xun's lips were only a few feet away from him, he pushed him away suddenly.