Geyi extra (3)

Yan Ge couldn't help but recall what happened to the playground the day before when he sat bent over and tied his shoelaces.

When he checked Zhen Yi's neck, the small pinholes on his skin had already scabbed.

After leaving the amusement park, the amusement park owner's blessing to congratulate New Year was played on the big screen. There was a paragraph about Qi Mian. But after seeing it, Zhen Yi raised his eyebrows and said, "Wow, this boss is so young and handsome."

At that time, Yan Ge did not reply.

When she got home to cook last night, she brought him an apron and said in confusion: "The old man in this house kept staring at me and laughing foolishly. Do you think he is Alzheimer's disease?"

At that time, Yan Ge did not answer.

He knew that there was not much time left for him.

The door of the bathroom outside the room opened, and Zhen Yi hummed a song in the living room: "...It rained all night, and my love overflowed like rain..."

Jay Chou’s, when she was in high school, she liked this song very much and sang it all day long.

The last time I heard her sing this song was 10 years ago.

He suppressed his slowly sinking heart and calmly got up to fold the quilt. The cartoon-patterned quilt was unfolded, with a lingering and charming atmosphere for a night.

It rained last night, all night. The top floor of the abandoned residential building of this factory was like a lonely boat on the vast sea in the lightning and thunder.

But last night she was very excited, and kept urging in his arms, giggling and saying that thunder and lightning were so funny.

This morning, the weather cleared. The golden sun shone over the entire cottage, and the sky outside the window was as blue as a gem.

Yan Ge folded the quilt and accidentally swept over a small light blue table beside the bed. The colorful ones were painted on it, which were Zhen Yi's masterpiece when he was a child. On the graffiti tabletop, he drew a heart with white correction liquid, and wrote a few crooked words in his heart:

"Shi Yi Zhen Yi"

Zhen Yi saw it when he got up just now and wondered: "Why are our names here?"

Yan Ge stood up straight and looked around.

The children's wardrobe was placed in the corner at that time. The room was not decorated, nor did girls deserved it, only some cheap posters and stickers.

This small room actually has many young and warm memories of him, but she has begun to forget it.

Outside, her singing was getting closer and closer: "...I will continue to write, and write to the end of the poem, you are the only thing I want to know..."

Yange walked to the door and happened to meet her coming in.

The singing and footsteps came to an abrupt end. She stopped and looked up at him. The black beads were quiet and clear, and she was seriously looking at what they were looking at.

He was so heartbroken by her eyes that he thought it was this moment. But...

The next second, a big smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, jumped up and hugged him, and bumped into her arms exaggeratedly: "You've packed up, can I invite you to have porridge for breakfast?"

"Okay." He responded lightly, his heart fell down, he held her hand steadily, and pulled over the small box beside the wall.

Zhen Yi followed him happily, and before leaving the door, he turned around and waved to his grandfather sitting on the sofa:

"Goodbye, grandpa."

Yan Ge went out and looked at Su Ming standing by the door. The latter nodded understandingly. In a while, he would send someone to take his grandfather back to the sanatorium.

Zhen Yi went down the stairs, took a few steps and looked back at Su Ming, and asked Yan Ge in a low voice: "Is that the old man's son?"

"……Um."

She said "Oh" and walked in the dim and dirty stairwell, which was very puzzled. I wonder why Yan Ge brought her here to live, it was not fun at all.

But she said nothing, but instead leaned her head on his shoulder and held his arm. As long as he was by his side, it didn't matter where she went.

At that time, because the stairs turned, his hand naturally loosened, but as soon as his fingers were released, Zhen Yi turned around and his little hand fell into his palm again and held it firmly.

He was stunned for a moment, turned his head and saw that she was almost hanging on his arm like a koala.

She often did this posture in middle school, which made Yange's memory a little dazed.

***

Many years ago, he listened to her and came to pick her up to school every morning.

At that time, he stood by the dilapidated iron gate and heard her brushing teeth and washing her face in the room. He heard her aunt scold her for being anxious. That was because she knew Yan Ge was waiting for her.

He was not in a hurry at all, and stood quietly in the stairwell where the morning sun was slightly drunk. He heard her voice from far to near, and opened the door with a clang, and then closed it quickly, for fear that his aunt would find the boy outside the door.

Before the shoes were completely worn, the person ran out with a smile and stood attentively in front of him, happily going to school together.

It was summer and the stairwells were always stuffy.

Zhen Yi followed him downstairs and looked at his white shirt and trousers without any wrinkles. He couldn't help but sigh: "Why are you still wearing long-sleeved trousers? How hot? It's better for girls, it's so cool to wear a skirt."

Speak without saying a word.

"Really." She twisted beside him, "It's so cool to wear a skirt, and it's breathable underneath."

Words: "…"

After leaving the corridor, when she walked to the front, Yan Ge saw that maybe she was too anxious to go to the bathroom and her skirt was stuck in her underwear...

The little soft SpongeBob and her soft and elastic buttocks are all exposed...

He blushed slightly, took a step forward in silence, gently pulled her skirt down, and then subconsciously looked at the sky.

Zhen Yi was chattering about the dream she had last night. When she noticed his movements, the words in her mouth disappeared. She was stunned for a moment, turned her head and looked straight at him, and a drizzling red floated on her white cheeks.

The faint joyful and shy expression on her face was clearly translating a sentence: Well, Yan Ge just touched my butt.

"..." Yan Ge knew that she had misunderstood and wanted to explain something. He looked at her bright eyes and finally pursed his lips and said nothing.

Because of his movement, after confirming the relationship, she did not dare to have physical contact with him without authorization. She turned around and threw herself in front of him, hugging his hand. From then on, all kinds of physical contacts became out of control.

Later, he came to pick her up to school. When she went downstairs, she would deliberately walk behind him, taking advantage of the steps to hang him around his neck, his feet were so soft that they didn't use much force, and pretended that he was carrying him downstairs.

***

He didn't know if she still remembered such an old thing.

Yan Ge looked sideways, she pressed her lips against his shoulder, smiled with an ordinary and righteous look.

He really likes her now, naughty, naughty, domineering, and so much that he likes her... he feels a little distressed.

"What porridge do you want to eat in a while?" he asked softly.

"Do you want to eat porridge?" she wondered, and said happily, "I just happened to want to eat it. Abalone porridge, but I don't know if it's delicious. I've eaten the porridge you made, and I think the ones sold in the store are not as good as those sold."

"Is that?" He felt aching in his heart, but suddenly he wanted her to remember how she smiled, so when he said this, he gently bent his lips.

She was confused by Feng Qingyueming's smile and said in a daze: "Yange, you look so good when you smile. I have never seen you laugh before."

He put it on her forehead and whispered: "Then I often smile at you from now on."

"Okay!" She hugged him tighter with joy, and murmured sweetly, "Yange, I suddenly feel that you spoil me so much, I don't know why."

He held the corner of his lips again, but did not speak.

After going downstairs, Yan Ge put her small box into the trunk.

Zhen Yi opened the car door and pulled down the face mirror in the driver's seat to look at his face and hairstyle. However, he accidentally saw a black and white ID photo placed in the transparent card cover at the edge of the mirror.

Zhen Yi, who was about 13 years old, grinned at the camera, her little face was tender, immature, and vigorous. It took too long for the time, and the photos turned yellow. But the girl above was always frozen in her clean and cute green appearance at that time.

"Where did this photo come from?" Zhen Yi was curious and poked his white face on the small photo with his finger.

"The above student ID." Yan Ge said.

After Yan Ge entered high school, he accidentally packed his schoolbag for Zhen Yi and saw her student ID. He asked, "Why are your photos in black and white?"

Zhen Yi stuck out his tongue: "Did you take it yourself at the photo studio? A photo costs 10 yuan, but the black and white ones are only 5 yuan, and I will buy snacks for more than 5 yuan. Anyway, my aunt doesn't know. Haha. It's so cost-effective."

After taking the photo for several years, she finally decided to change to a colored one, so she tore off the black and white ones and threw them on the table, but he picked them up and put them away.

At that time, few middle school students used their mobile phones and cameras...

Thinking about it now, in 12 years, the two of them didn't even take a photo.

Apart from……

After getting into the car, Yange said, "After breakfast, let's go and take photos."

"Is it a big head post?" she asked excitedly.

"...Hmm." What he thought of at first was the photo studio.

"Okay, OK," she was happy, "we've never looked at the big heads before. Humph, you're so awkward and you never agree to me."

Yan Ge drove the car seriously without making any noise.

In the past, he never thought the meaning of photos, nor did he understand how her persistence and attachment to taking photos with him was so profound.

Until, from the moment he parted 8 years ago, he understood.

And, in fact,

Big Head Post, they took photos once, he was in his third year of high school and her second year of high school summer vacation.

He doesn't like the camera and the small space, and he feels so uncomfortable that he is repulsive.

But he couldn't resist her. He was so cool on the surface that he was still sitting with her in the background of various exaggerated and colorful photos, choosing pictures, and then the two of them got into the small room to take photos.
To be continued...