After Ning Xi said this, Xing Cheng remained silent.
Xing Cheng lowered his head and gently stroked his brother's back with his hand: "It's okay, don't say that. I'll find someone to fix it tomorrow."
Ning Xi muffled his voice, shook his head, and was unable to speak.
No one could see each other in the darkness, the lights in the corridor were not turned on yet, and the door was open. The two of them were stuck next to the shoe cabinet, and the only source of light was each other's eyes and the flickering street lights in the community.
Dim light poured in from the living room window, flowed into the house, and illuminated this small world.
Xing Cheng stood there stiffly, feeling like his breathing was about to stop.
He glanced around the empty living room and could vaguely see a few matches piled up on the floor. Seven or eight of them were piled together, and Xing Cheng's eyes were about to burst into flames...
As Xing Cheng went to close the door, he grabbed the matchbox on the shoe cabinet and shook it. There were only two matches left in it. "What are you doing with this?"
Ning Xi didn't say anything.
"Forget it." Xing Cheng sighed, stood up straight, and reached for Ning Xi's hand.
Ning Xi did not hide, nor could he see Xing Cheng's expression clearly.
One step, two steps, three steps, four steps, five steps, six steps... Xing Cheng walked through the living room and the entrance hall and came to the door of Ning Xi's room.
Ning Xi put his hand on the door handle and heard Xing Cheng ask him in a low voice: "Can I come in?"
Ning Xi said "hmm".
The room was very clean, with a single bed, a wooden table and cabinets. The walls were painted milky white and covered with several posters, all of which were from the NBA. There was also a jersey that I wore as a child, also nailed to the wall.
The curtains by the window were still not drawn, and the wind blew in, rolling up the corners and letting in a little moonlight.
That night, when Ning Xi went to take a shower, Xing Cheng ran to the balcony outside the bathroom and stood there with a match in his hand. He almost choked to death just by smelling the unpleasant burning smell.
Ning Xi took a shower and came out wrapped in a bath towel and coat. He called Xing Cheng, but he didn't look back.
Ning Xi changed into pajamas and took the hair dryer into the bathroom. Xing Cheng grabbed the hair dryer and put it into the socket. After it was powered on, he held it and said to his brother, "Let me blow it for you."
Ning Xi dodged for a moment: "No."
Xing Cheng ignored him, turned on the first gear, adjusted the air to warm, and blew it for him while stroking his hair.
In fact, Ning Xi used to let her hair dry naturally after washing it, no matter it was spring, summer, autumn or winter. She was too lazy to blow dry her hair, so she would just sit by the window with a book for ten minutes or so, and her hair would be dry. She was simply relying on her youth and ruining her body.
Ning Xi spread out the test paper and wrote on the table by the window, then pulled the curtains. With Tian Xingcheng beside him, there was no point in opening the curtains.
Xing Cheng didn't notice this detail. He lay with his upper body on his brother's bed, squinting his eyes and watching his brother's back as he was writing the test paper.
The night wind blew again, passing over Ning Xi's head, behind his ears, and the back of his neck.
The little boy in my memory has grown into an adult in an instant. Xing Cheng thought so, turned over, and looked at him from a different angle.
After Ning Xi got into bed, Xing Cheng watched Ning Xi cover himself with the quilt, then squatted down and lay beside the bed, saying to him in a hoarse voice, "Brother."
Ning Xi said nothing. He covered half of his face with the quilt, revealing a pair of clear eyes as he stared at Xing Cheng.
His brother was lying on the bed and talking to him like a large dog, but his eyes were too fierce. He must be a wolfdog or a Tibetan mastiff, a domesticated one...
Xing Cheng saw that Ning Xi didn't respond, and his face became completely stern: "Did you hear me?"
Ning Xi reached out his hand from under the quilt and pinched his face hard. Then he turned around, facing away from Xing Cheng, and snorted coldly, "No."
Xing Cheng was so choked up when he saw Ning Xi's childish side that he didn't know what to say. He could only tuck in the quilt for his brother carefully, but he still said firmly, "Haven't you heard that playing with fire can make you pee your pants?"
Ning Xi resisted the urge to turn around and punch him, and wrapped the quilt tighter: "You're itchy."
Ning Xi said so stubbornly, but he was secretly thinking in his heart.
Ning Xi, don't let him worry.
Seeing Ning Xi standing with his back to him and not saying anything, with his head almost buried in the quilt, Xing Cheng reached out and pulled it down for him: "Aren't you bored?"
After turning off the lights and waiting for a while, Xing Cheng heard Ning Xi's even breathing, and it seemed that she had fallen asleep. For a moment, Xing Cheng wanted to get into Ning Xi's dream. In the dream, there was moonlight on the ground, a three-step layup, a warm home, and him.
After Xing Cheng left Ning Xi's house, he grabbed the matches on the shoe cabinet. There was only one left, so he put it in his pocket and lit it in the corridor.
He put it to his nose and sniffed it. This time he didn't choke, but he felt uncomfortable. The white smoke and sparks were about to set his heart and lungs on fire.
Ning Xi may have always kept a small place in his heart, where flowers bloomed in the summer.
Early the next morning, Xing Cheng waited for Ning Xi at the small noodle restaurant to eat noodles at 7 o'clock. He also ordered beef noodles, but considering that Ning Xi had not rested well recently, he ordered a light taste, which was better for his stomach.
He felt that their habit of eating spicy noodles in the morning was not a good thing, although it was really delicious when paired with a bowl of soy milk.
Ning Xi was stopped again in the morning. While stirring the noodles, he said, "You really don't have to wait for me."
After saying this, Ning Xi picked a few pieces of beef from the bowl and gave them to him: "I don't like beef."
Xing Cheng looked at the extra pieces of beef in his bowl and felt his nose getting a little sour. The last time he picked a bowl of beef for his brother, he clearly saw his brother eat all of it.
Ning Xi lowered his head to drink soy milk and used a tissue to wipe the soup stains from the corners of his mouth. After telling the lie, he felt a little panicked.
Even though Ning Xi had no idea that Xing Cheng had done the same thing.
This time, Xing Cheng was afraid that his brother would be angry, so he stood far away and followed his brother lingeringly. He finally watched his brother go into school and finally breathed a sigh of relief. He would go back to do some papers and memorize some lessons later, and he had to play basketball in the afternoon.
Xing Cheng is considered the little bully on the street basketball courts in the city. He comes from a well-off family, is handsome, and is well-known in school. Many high school students in the entire district know that there is a Xing Cheng in Shizhong. He is very good at playing basketball and fighting.
The fights that took place in junior high school seemed to Xingcheng like impulsive acts now, but with his personality, he would not regret having thrown a punch.
The boys at that time ate, slept and fought in groups every day. They loved listening to Chen Xiaochun's songs, such as "Superstar in Troubled Times", "You Are So Cruel" and "Years of Friendship". As soon as they entered the KTV, they would hold the microphone and sing loudly.
There was only Xingcheng and his friends in the private room. Because Xingcheng was just beginning to fall in love, everyone sang Chen Xiaochun's love songs and memorized the lyrics of "Exclusive Memory" beside Xingcheng.
Xing Cheng is at an age of youth and vigor. He is enthusiastic in everything he does and runs faster than anyone else. His motivation for practicing every day is nothing more than Ning Xi's agile figure on the court and his teammates waving towels crazily off the court.
Xing Cheng also hopes that one day his brother will wave a towel for him and say to others: "The best and most handsome player on the court is my brother."
When he was a child, Xing Cheng watched Ning Xi have conflicts with others on the sidelines of the football field, but he could not really help. Ning Xi's personality was more cheerful at that time, but later he became more and more withdrawn and less talkative. He looked at people with a dagger in his eye, and his eyes were as cold as ice.
Ren Mei called in the afternoon and said that there was a group of fewer people on the street court this afternoon. It was estimated that the group of people who came to the school to play the game last time were not there. After school tonight, does his brother want to bring someone to follow him?
Xing Cheng thought for a while. During the National Day holiday, most of his friends went out to travel. Even if the school's half-baked team held a meeting, there would not be many people. It shouldn't be a big problem.
He replied to Ren Mei: "Let's talk about it tonight."
Ren Mei was furious: "Are you going to be a grass protector again?"
Xing Cheng also got angry: "My brother is nothing but flowers on the grass. Think about it, what kind of grass can bloom?"
Ren Mei choked up for a moment and answered calmly, "Iron tree, maybe."
This answer made Xing Cheng very depressed.
Xing Cheng didn't go to the stadium the whole afternoon. The company's game time was changed and the boss pushed it to the weekend. As soon as he had some free time, Xing Cheng went to the school gate to wait for his brother to finish school.
The pressure in the third year of high school is high, and school ends later and later. Some parents who are worried about their girls going home by themselves come to pick them up themselves.
Xing Cheng was wearing a jersey with a hoodie on, and he felt a little cold due to the wind. He thought for a while and felt that his brother was wearing quite a lot, so it shouldn't be too cold at night.
He stood among the parents and felt very proud, as if he were a parent himself.
The senior high school repeater class was delayed for 20 minutes before the end of school. When Ning Xi came down with his bag, it was almost ten o'clock. The security guard at the school gate urged the students to leave the school as soon as possible, so he couldn't help but quicken his pace. As soon as he left the school gate, he saw Xing Cheng standing under the street light at the school gate, looking at him firmly.
Ning Xi nodded, walked over quickly, and raised his eyes to scold him: "What are you standing here for? Go away."
Xing Cheng carried a basketball bag and followed his brother silently.
It would be very romantic if it rained now.
Xing Cheng suddenly felt that it was great that he was taller than Ning Xi, so he could do the hard work of holding the umbrella by himself.
Xing Cheng had not walked far when he felt someone following him, so he quickened his pace.
When the group of people saw him, they probably didn't have the courage to come up and pick two of them at once.
What he expected was indeed right. There were probably only four or five people in the group. They chased him across a street and only stopped at the gate of the community.
Ning Xi felt that Xing Cheng was acting strangely throughout the journey. Not only did he hold her tightly in his arms, but he also kept talking, babble-b ...
Xing Cheng was anxious and half-pushed his brother into the community: "Go back quickly."
Ning Xi clutched the strap of her schoolbag and turned around to ask him, "Aren't you going home?"
"Ah, I won't go back yet." Xing Cheng made up a lie, still a little nervous, "Ren Mei opened a private room to play, I have to go and play."
Ning Xi was a little suspicious. He stared at Xing Cheng for a while, then felt that there was nothing wrong. He nodded and said, "Come back soon."
After saying that, he walked into the community with his head down.
Xing Cheng stood outside the community, feeling a little dazed.
Ning Xi is such a person, very cold, but with a warm heart. His words may seem casual, but in Xing Cheng's opinion, they carry a lot of weight.
After a few minutes, Xing Cheng saw that the light in Ning Xi's window was on, but the curtains were still closed.
He saw the children who had slept late in the yard running up to his apartment building, and heard the sound of adults cooking for midnight snacks in their kitchen windows...
The bright and dark windows of every household hide the flavors of a hundred kinds of life in the world.
Xing Cheng recalled his childhood, when only exams were a worry. The fearlessness of growing up has given the world just the right amount of sweetness.
Xing Cheng took a breath and looked at the five boys standing on the opposite side of the street.
With a cold face, he turned and walked into an empty alley next to the community.
There are few people here, so it is easy to bring them here.
Xing Cheng recalled that when he was in elementary school, a group of third graders had a fight with sixth graders, also in this alley. Ning Xi was also in sixth grade at the time. He ran over with a group of people from his class, kicked a boy of the same grade to the ground, and shouted to the third graders to run first.
All the little boys in the group ran away, but Xing Cheng refused to run away. He turned around to pick up bricks and was about to attack them, but the people led by Ning Xi had already knocked down all the opponents.
Xingcheng's mother took some plaster for bruises and injuries and brought Xingcheng to thank Ningxi. Ningxi's mother took it with a gloomy face and slammed the door shut.
Xing Cheng has grown up without figuring out how Ning Xi's mother, with such a domineering personality, could give birth to a child as gentle and cold as Ning Xi. He thought about it for a long time and felt that he probably took after his uncle Ning.
Xingcheng's mother is a hot-tempered person, but she is kind-hearted and beautiful. Xingcheng has a good appearance, just like his mother, with a high nose, thin lips, deep eyebrows and eyes. The older he gets, the more manly he becomes.
There were not many people in the alley at this moment. There was only a small street lamp at the entrance of the alley between two residential buildings, and the occasional passerby.
Xing Cheng picked up a discarded broomstick and held it in his hand. He did not put down the basketball bag on his back, and half of his face was hidden in the darkness.
In terms of height alone, he was half a head taller than the person who came, not to mention his aura. He used all his bluffing skills when he was on stage, and when he lowered his brows, he instantly became 2.28 meters tall.
Three of the five people in front of him were still smoking cigarettes, and Xing Cheng thought of Ning Xi when he smelled the smell. This stimulated him and made him straighten his back even more.
There was a guy wearing a baseball cap who seemed to be the leader to light the fire. He asked as soon as he opened his mouth: "Xing Cheng?"
"No nonsense."
After Xing Cheng finished speaking, he gestured in the air with the pole in his hand.
After a while, Xingcheng's basketball bag was dirty under his feet, and the basketball inside made a banging sound when he was carrying it. The bricks on the wall hit his face and made mud.
The street lights at the entrance of the alley reflected the figures of several people hurrying by. After another two or three minutes, Xing Cheng stopped sweeping with the half-broken broomstick in his hand.
There were three people lying in front of him, unable to get up. Xing Cheng was breathing heavily, kneeling in the middle of the alley. There were wounds on his hands, and blood beads were dripping down in strings, merging into a pile of small gravel at his feet.
Xing Cheng did not dare to delay, and slowly stood up with the help of the wall, and threw the pole in his hand to the ground. Now he felt pain all over his body, and he could feel his throat was hoarse when he took a breath.
"Ning Xi is a member of our school team. You are brave. If you dare to come again, everyone in the school team will play with you." After saying that, Xing Cheng closed his eyes, wiped the sticky sweat around his eyes, and looked at the street light at the entrance of the alley.
Xing Cheng took a breath, trotted out of the alley with the golf bag in his hand, squatted in the corner to rest for a while, stood up, took off his coat and turned it inside out.
He ran to the car on the side of the road and looked at his profile in the rearview mirror. Sure enough, he saw the redness and swelling at the corner of his mouth. When he opened his mouth, it hurt.
Xing Cheng took out his cell phone from his basketball bag, checked that the screen was not cracked, breathed a sigh of relief, took it out and called Ren Mei.
Xing Cheng coughed, and said in a frighteningly low voice: "Ren Mei, buy some alcohol gauze."
Ren Mei was playing cards with someone over there. When a king popped out, she was about to shout, but she got a call from Xing Cheng and was shocked: "What's wrong with you?"
"I... I don't know how to say it. I'll tell you later." Xing Cheng was in so much pain that he stood at the gate of the community and didn't dare to go in. The light in Ning Xi's window was still on. What if he saw him later?
Xing Cheng took another look and saw that the curtains were drawn, so he felt relieved. He lowered his head and walked into the community: "Stop talking nonsense, hurry up, or I'll be dead if you're late!"
When Ren Mei heard that Xing Cheng was in trouble, all the young men in the poker game couldn't sit still and shouted at the phone, "Who is this idiot?"
How could Ren Mei say anything? If she said one more word, it would become a big deal and she had to go and see what Xing Cheng was doing first.
Several boys quickly ran to the clinic to buy gauze, alcohol, and a bunch of plasters, took three taxis, and rushed to Xingcheng's home.
Xing Cheng was lying on the bed with his clothes half lifted up when he heard a knock on the door. He saw seven or eight people following Ren Mei and angrily asked, "Who told you to bring so many people?"
Ren Mei's neck shrank: "It's you who's in trouble, we were almost scared to death..."
Xing Cheng sighed, thinking that it was his own fault. He opened the door to let everyone in, then closed the door. He looked at the time and estimated that Ning Xi should have gone to bed by now.
He directed Ren Mei to go to the kitchen to pour Coke, brought out several cups, and briefly entertained them. He told them what happened tonight, with gauze still biting on his mouth. He ordered as he pulled the gauze: "No one should cause trouble. If they come and follow us again, we can discuss this matter later."
The brothers could only nod and silently poured Coke down their throats. Xing Cheng put on the gauze, poured alcohol on his arm, raised a glass of Coke and clinked glasses with them: "Cheers."
Except for Xing Cheng, everyone looked at each other, not knowing what to say.
Ren Mei was also angry when she saw him like this, so she had no choice but to follow him and said, "Go ahead!"
After a group of people left in the middle of the night, Xing Cheng took a bath with hot water and went to bed. When he looked at the time, it was already three or four o'clock.
Xing Cheng had no dreams all night and slept until noon. He got up from the bed and washed up, but he didn't have the strength to get up and look for Ning Xi for breakfast. There were bruises on his face, so he had no choice but to lie down for the whole day.
Ning Xi didn't see Xing Cheng when he got up early in the morning. He thought that he and Ren Mei went to the police station too late last night and couldn't get up. After school in the evening, he went to Xing Cheng's house and listened for a while, but heard no sound.
Ning Xi couldn't sit still anymore, so he turned on his phone and sent a message to Xing Cheng.
Do not disturb: "Are you there?"
Ning Xi held the phone and waited for a while, and Xing Cheng replied with a “Here!”
Ning Xi finally breathed a sigh of relief. She had been restless and panicked the whole day, but she was glad that Xing Cheng was okay. She was worried that something might happen to the child when his uncle and aunt were not around.
Xing Cheng calculated the time and thought Ning Xi should have been home by now. He opened the curtains and looked downstairs, and sure enough, the window was lit.
Xing Cheng didn't dare turn on the lights at night, for fear that Ning Xi would come back and watch.
Xing Cheng took out his cell phone and called Ren Mei, asking her to send some more medicine over and thanking her.
Ren Mei came over with medicine in her arms, and started scolding Xing Cheng for not going to the hospital, and also scolding the group of people for not following the rules when fighting five of them at once. Her constant nagging gave Xing Cheng a headache.
Xing Cheng took the medicine and went to sleep. Ren Mei turned off the small table lamp in the room and scolded him: "Walk around after your injury has healed."
Xing Cheng nodded and agreed quickly: "Okay."
Ren Mei never expected that Xing Cheng had planned everything, but he didn't expect that when he went downstairs, Ning Xi opened the door and called him. He didn't dare to move a step, for fear of scaring Ning Xi and getting beaten by Xing Cheng.
Ning Xi frowned and asked, "Ren Mei, may I ask, where did Xing Cheng go?"
Ren Mei swallowed her saliva and started making up a story: "He lives at my house. He...he has a competition in the afternoon, so he asked me to come over to pick up something..."
"Yeah?"
"yes."
"Yeah." Ning Xi hesitated for a moment, nodded, and let Ren Mei go back.
After Ren Mei left, Ning Xi still felt something was wrong.
He took the key in his pajamas, went upstairs and knocked on the door. He knocked for ten minutes but no one opened the door. He thought Xingcheng was really not at home.
He didn't know, but he just lay there and didn't dare to open the door.
Your face and waist haven't healed yet, and you're looking for a beating by opening the door?
Ning Xi was wearing slippers and was extremely cold, but he stood at the door of Xing Cheng's house for more than ten minutes. Then he sighed and went downstairs.
The next day, senior high school had a day and a half off. Ning Xi went out early in the morning in his school uniform to give extra lessons to the elementary school students in the building next door. He taught math, which was easy to teach.
After a day and a half, I earned two hundred yuan at the student price and put it in my pocket, and went home happily.
Ning Xi wanted to buy himself a teaching supplement book, which cost more than 80 yuan, but he couldn't bring himself to buy it. He felt it would be a shame to spend the money he earned. He held the money in his hand and thought for a long time, then went to the bank to deposit it.
Ning Xi used online banking to transfer the money to Xing Cheng. After transferring all 200 yuan, there was still more than 110 yuan left, which Xing Cheng could use to buy some delicious food.
If you can't bring yourself to buy it, give it to Xingcheng to buy it, and then use the money to buy something delicious...
Ning Xi finally spent the money comfortably.
Xing Cheng is still growing at this age, so he has to grow no matter whether it is appropriate or not. Ning Xi remembers that when he was in the first and second year of high school, the boys in his class wanted to have five or six meals a day, drink a big can of milk, and some even took protein powder to build muscles.
Xing Cheng was lying on the sofa watching a basketball video. He took the money and sent a message to Ning Xi.
"Then let's eat together tonight."
After sending the message, Xing Cheng sat up, changed the gauze. His hands still smelled of alcohol. He changed into his coat and sneakers. He glanced at Ning Xi and saw that the light in his window was on. He guessed that Ning Xi should be reading in the bedroom, so he went out without worry.
Xingcheng went to the bank to withdraw money , exchanged it for banknotes, and went to the Xinhua Wenxuan Bookstore in Tianfu Square.
It was six or seven o'clock now, and the bookstore would close soon. Xing Cheng hurriedly bought the teaching aid book by comparing it with the picture sent by Ning Xi.
Xing Cheng took the book home, entered from another door of the community, bypassed Ning Xi's window, went upstairs carefully, and was busy for a while. It was past nine o'clock, it was dark, and the barbecue stalls on the street were set up. He finally went out in the dark.
He stood by the barbecue stall, with the money he had earned from playing dirty ball in his pocket, picked out a lot of meat, selected some vegetable skewers, handed them to the boss, and grilled a fish.
Xingcheng looked at the grilled skewers for a while and told the boss to add more spicy vegetables, the super spicy kind, and less meat and fish.
He knew Ning Xi didn't like spicy food, so Ning Xi would have to eat more meat later. Eating bread and noodles all day long was not going to work.
Xingcheng took the barbecue worth more than 100 yuan and ran to the snack stand next door to get two bowls of white rice. He covered it with his hands and it was still quite warm.
At half past nine, Xing Cheng knocked on Ning Xi's door, casually placed the supplementary textbooks on the table, and handed the barbecue to Ning Xi. While taking off his sneakers, he said, "Brother, you haven't had dinner yet, right? I haven't had dinner either. Come eat with me..."
The two of them sat in the living room eating skewers. Xing Cheng also bought a bottle of yogurt for Ning Xi and a can of Budweiser beer for himself.
Ning Xi looked at the bottle of yogurt, guessed what it meant, but said nothing.
There was no table in Ning Xi's living room, so they found a newspaper and spread it out, then sat cross-legged. Not caring about anything else, they dragged out the desk lamp, plugged it in, and sat opposite each other to eat barbecue in the light of the lamp.
Not long after eating, Xing Cheng saw Ning Xi's hand hesitating for a long time on the vegetable skewers, and then he couldn't bring himself to eat the peppers. He picked up the fish meat with chopsticks and ate it bite by bite.
Xing Cheng finished all the spicy skewers first, gave all the meat to his brother like a treasure, and urged his brother to eat the white rice as well to ensure a balanced nutrition.
When he was almost done eating, Xing Cheng started to cry out in pain from the spiciness. He felt pain in his wounds when he ate something spicy, so he drank a sip of wine, kept silent, and ate a few mouthfuls of rice to swallow the chili.
Sweat overflowed onto Xing Cheng's forehead. He wasn't paying attention and lifted up his clothes to fan the wind. When he put them down, it was too late.
Ning Xi's eyes never left Xing Cheng throughout the whole process, and when he did, he even saw the gauze wrapped around his waist.
In an instant, he felt as if his head was hit violently by something sharp and it was extremely painful.
Ning Xi held the bowl, unable to swallow the food in his throat.
Ning Xi took a deep breath, looked at the stiff Xing Cheng with an indifferent look, and said calmly: "Is this the reason why you haven't gone out these days?"
Xing Cheng was stunned. He didn't expect that after all his planning, he would be stunned by the heat.
Xing Cheng hesitated, not knowing whether to speak or remain silent, "Brother..."
"Who beat him up? Was it the group of people from No. 6 Middle School?"
Ning Xi put down his bowl and chopsticks, staring at Xing Cheng: "I know they are looking for me, so I told you not to follow me."
"I..." Xing Cheng was stared at by Ning Xi and couldn't say a word.
It was indeed his own decision that got him punched, but that was his own business, and he didn't want to affect Ning Xi at all...
What about "Don't hurt yourself for me, I don't need you to protect me"...
Ning Xi couldn't say it, and couldn't face himself like this. He took a deep breath, and felt his heart ache.
Ning Xi stretched out his hand, wanting to touch Xing Cheng's wound, but his hand froze in mid-air.
Ning Xi grabbed the bottle of Budweiser beer, his eyes were red, and his words were a little incoherent: "Beer is definitely not okay, how about white wine? I still have money, Xingcheng, I will buy you medical alcohol..."
Seeing him like this, Xing Cheng felt like he was really a fool!
If he hadn't lifted her clothes, there wouldn't have been so much trouble and his brother wouldn't have felt so guilty.
Xing Cheng saw that Ning Xi couldn't eat anymore, so he put away the bowl and went to the kitchen. When he came out, he went to his brother and whispered, "Brother, change the medicine for me."
When Ning Xi heard this, he felt Xing Cheng's nervousness and his breathing trembled.
When I got closer, I could clearly see the light blue at the corner of Xingcheng's mouth. It had faded a lot, but if I looked closely, there were still traces.
Ning Xi felt a pain in his heart and said directly: "Xing Cheng, you stay at my place tonight."
"Really, there's no need..." Xing Cheng wanted to stop Ning Xi.
But Ning Xi pretended not to hear it and stood up quickly.
He asked Guan Xingcheng for the key to the house, ran upstairs to get the medicine, and even took down the toiletries.
Ning Xi closed the door, handed the things to Xing Cheng, and urged him to go wash up.
Ning Xi didn't read the book that night as he couldn't concentrate, so he let Xing Cheng lie on the bed.
Xing Cheng pinched the corner of his clothes and took them off, revealing his muscular upper body. His chest rose and fell with every breath.
Ning Xi didn't dare to look at Xing Cheng's face. He held the gauze and carefully lifted it up a little.
The wound was covered with Yunnan Baiyao mixed with blood scabs, the flesh and blood were hideous, the wound was horrifying, and the surrounding area was tinged with the light yellow of iodine. Ning Xi's eyes were red, he twisted the cotton swab, and cleaned it bit by bit.
Xing Cheng's breathing became rapid, and he was in so much pain that he couldn't say a word. In the past, he would never have dared to think that Ning Xi would change his medicine.
Xing Cheng wanted to move, but Ning Xi reached out to stop him. Ning Xi reached out and touched his forehead, making sure he had no fever or inflammation before he put new gauze on it with confidence.
When applying the alcohol, Ning Xi didn't dare to look at Xing Cheng's frowning and patient expression.
After Xing Cheng was bandaged and took some internal medicine, Ning Xi helped Xing Cheng to sleep and asked him to sleep facing inwards to avoid touching his wound later.
Even that night, Ning Xi did not go to bed at all. He dozed off sitting against the wall beside the bed all night. He set the alarm on his phone to vibrate at six in the morning. When Xing Cheng woke up at seven, Ning Xi had finished packing and looked energetic.
That night, Ning Xi sat down until midnight and lay down on the edge of the bed.
Just like Xing Cheng was lying down that day, he looked at the young man in front of him and took a deep breath.
Ning Xi leaned down and held his breath again.
The night was getting colder and colder, and outside the window was the autumn moon and the Milky Way. The stars in the sky were so gently hidden that their dim light was half-hidden. The touching moment was hidden in a corner of the city, suppressed in Ning Xi's consciousness, bound, clamoring wildly, trying to break free from the cage in his heart.
too difficult.
He sat up slowly, took his phone to charge, and ran to the living room to squat for a while. He closed his eyes, and the vines in his heart grew taller and taller, wrapping around his neck and strangling him so that he couldn't breathe.
In fact, he and Xing Cheng are not the same kind of people at all.
There was no action in the rational future that Ning Xi had planned. But when the word "future" was mentioned, he subconsciously thought, how could there be no action in his life?
Ning Xi even felt that tying Xing Cheng to a man like him who had family and character flaws was like dragging Xing Cheng into the quagmire, from which he would never be able to get up again.
"Ning Xi, a senior from Shizhong High School, has excellent grades, good looks, and great basketball skills. Apart from his aloof personality, there's almost nothing wrong with him..."
Ning Xi will always remember other people's comments about him.
But no one knows that his "cold personality", which may seem cool and iceberg-like to outsiders, is actually a character flaw to him.
I want to communicate, but I can’t speak. I want to laugh, but I can’t.
That night, Ning Xi kept silent, squatted with his head buried in his knees, and pulled the wrist guard up his arm.
After Ning Xi finished cleaning up, she saw the teaching supplementary book on the shoe cabinet. It was the one that Xing Cheng bought in the afternoon.
Ning Xi took the book carefully under the light of the street lamp outside the window and gently opened it. As soon as his fingertips turned over a page, the hearts made of banknotes fell everywhere.
Xing Cheng folded the more than one hundred yuan in banknotes that were left over from buying teaching supplementary books into a heart shape and stuffed it into the teaching supplementary books he bought for Ning Xi.
Ning Xi flipped through the pages and found a heart almost every ten pages. All of them fell out.
Under the moonlight in the middle of the night, Xing Cheng's love fell to the ground...
Ning Xi's eyes turned red and he went to pick it up while sobbing.