Chen Nian curled up for too long, and when he got up, his whole body felt numb and almost fell off the cement board. Kitano stepped forward in time and hugged a rough and embarrassed body, scent of salted sweat and rotten garbage.

Before the heavy rain came, strong winds raged.

He dragged her into the window, like a sack. He grabbed the unknown garbage on the leaves and paper on her clothes on her head and threw it out the window. He gradually moved a little rudely. Finally, he closed the screen and asked in a cold voice: "Who did it?"

The lightning made him and her face pale;

"What are you asking!" If she had put the chair, he could throw her, "Who the hell did it?!"

Chen Nian lowered her head and whispered for a long time: "Are your hands ready?"

Kitano's expression changed slightly, and his anger disappeared in an instant; his hands that had removed the bandage moved unconsciously, and the person turned around: "It's okay."

The two stood opposite each other under the dim incandescent lamp for a while. Kitano felt that she was just a ball of cotton. He couldn't use any force. He held his breath and said, "Go and wash."

Chen Nian bowed his head and was at a loss.

Kitano thought she was really slow, so he kicked her and moved her nest, reached out to push her, and touched her back, and the dry sweat stains made the clothes hard.

She kept her fingers in a touch position, and she didn't dodge.

"Let me find you some clothes." He pulled open the wardrobe and pulled out a white shirt and handed it to her. Chen Nian reached out to pick it up, and saw that his hands were dirty, and the cracks in his nails were covered with black mud, and his hands were retracted.

Kitano turned around and walked into the bathroom, hung his shirt on the hook, and turned around and found that she was following in quietly.

He walked to the wall, took off the shower from the crooked rack, rubbed the grayish-white scale on the faucet, and pointed it down to her: "This is hot water, this is cold," he said, and adjusted the water temperature for her, "The water pressure is unstable, please pay attention..."

In an instant, the words behind were swallowed back.

Inside the sight, the girl's dirty and exposed feet came, and the school uniform skirt fell to her feet. At first, there were straight lines. When the water flowed away the salt and sludge, the fabric gradually softened, showing the cleanness and snow-whiteness it should have, like a piece of slowly melting cream.

The boy's heart is like that dress.

The girl's clothes fell one after another.

The tiles covered with water rust are filled with water. The sound of water is swaying.

Kitano took a breath, raised his eyes, his eyes pressed against her tender skin, and upwards, a roll of snow-night pictures slowly unfolded, with ivory white streams, light black ink, white snow, lush luminous, and two cinnabars, like buds of red plums.

He finally looked into her eyes, and she looked at him, as calm and nervous, as if he was tempted but cautious.

After a severe pain, he took a step back suddenly. The water temperature was extremely high and the shower was hot. He quickly pulled the faucet back, bent his waist, and deliberately or unintentionally let the T-shirt cover his trousers that were about to move.

After adjusting, he stuffed the shower back onto the shelf and walked away quickly.

Kitano walked to the table and lost his mind for a few seconds, unconsciously taking out a cigarette and igniting it.

The bathroom door was not closed, and the sound of water drizzled.

He took a deep breath of cigarettes, then slowly and long, turning his head to look at the bathroom with the light on. After a long time, he walked over and stood on the light on the floor, as bright and dark as a wall, and he never stepped out.

He leaned his back against the wall to smoke, listened to the sound of water, and sat on the ground after a while. He lowered his head, put one hand on his bent left knee, and put the other hand into his pants, moving back and forth.

"oh."

There was nothing else to say. Their eyes were bright in the darkness.

There was a heavy rain outside the window, as if it was about to wash away some dirt.

Chen Nian was too tired and closed her eyes. When she was about to sleep, the bed board moved for a moment and sank behind her. Kitano turned around and hugged her.

Chen Nian woke up instantly, and his hair stood up all over his body. Through his thin shirt, even though the fan was blowing, his skin was still hot.

She closed her eyes and did not move. But he didn't move either, just hugging her waist from behind.

The two seemed to be tempting, or stalemate.

After a while, he let go of her and turned his back to her.

Chen Nian's body was removed from strength and slowly softened.

After a few seconds, a corner of the thin blanket flew over and put it on her belly.

A blanket covered with one corner, lying against the back, and it was safe overnight.

The sound of wind and rain helps people sleep.

The next day, it was a bright sun again.

This is the rainy season.

When Chen Nian woke up, it was already ten o'clock in the morning. The Kiyoshi Man was not there, and there were eggs and milk on the table.

Chen Nian got up and had brunch, and opened the book to read. At about noon, footsteps came from the stairs outside the wall, and Kitano was back.

She was a little nervous and her head plunged into the book.

The roller shutter door rose and fell. The boy walked in and didn't say hello to her, but poured water to drink.

Chen Nian secretly looked at the ground with his eyes and saw his moving jeans with half of the shoe prints on his trousers. She knew what he was doing.

My nose became sore for a moment. I wanted to thank me, but I didn’t know where to start.

And he seemed to have nothing to say to her.

There were two people in the narrow room, but the atmosphere was as if it was dead.

He fell on the bed to flip comics, and she sat at the table reading, without any communication, and could only slap between the two of them, shaking their heads. The wind blew to him and then to her.

The two of them spent the whole day in peace. Until the sun shone in the west, the temperature in the humid room gradually accumulated and became higher and higher.

Kitano got up, threw down the comic and went into the bathroom, peed, flushed the toilet, and washed his hands.

The door opened, and he took a basin of water, sprinkled it on the cement floor, put down the basin, and said to her: "Go out."

Chen Nian looked up at him and said, "The house is too hot, so take you around."

Chen Nian put down his textbook and went out with him.

It was evening and it was cooler outside than inside. Because the rainy season came, the trees and abandoned factories were much cleaner than what I saw last time.

The abandoned factory area is on the edge of the city. Except for the noisy alley at the other end of the Kitano family's window, there are weeds on all sides.

It was May, and the weeds grew wildly.

The wasteland is a forgotten corner of the city, but it is full of vitality. Some are as deep as the grass, and some are blooming with flowers.

And the sunset is like an egg that broke into the sky.

They walked one after another, but still had nothing to say. Later, he took her to a small restaurant and walked back after dinner. The sun sank and there were colorful clouds in the sky.

The sky is getting darker little by little,

After walking a while back to the factory, the trees and empty houses on the roadside were hidden in the twilight, depressed and creepy.

Still nothing to say.

She followed him, a little scared, realizing that there were only two of them in the huge abandoned land.

Suddenly, Kitano stopped in front of her, looked back at her, and said, "Close your eyes."

Chen Nian looked at him and squeezed his hands nervously.

He snorted from his nose and said, "I told you to close your eyes."

Chen Nian had to close her breathing, her breathing was a little chaotic, and she was a little frightened.

There was no movement around, nor his footsteps. After waiting for a century, finally,

“5,4,” said the boy, “3,2,1.”

The wind blows the sycamore tree.

Chen Nian opened his eyes and saw magic. The street lights along the street lit up in an instant, orange lights lit up the world, every tree smiled, and every empty house was gentle.

She opened her mouth and looked up, but he rushed up and grabbed her hand and ran on the empty street where the street lights were lit:

“One minute left.”

Chen Nian didn't know what a minute was, but she ran hard with him.

“45,44,”

He was counting down, and she ran harder,

“20,19,”

They ran to the small building and to the roof. The wilderness behind them was dark like an abyss; in front of them, the city was shrouded in the night with the sunset dissipating, and was about to be swallowed up by the night sky.

He pulled her to jump onto the cement pier on the edge of the roof, and ran to stop. The boys' chests were like bulging bellows, counting the last ones together:

“3,2,1.”

The magic begins.

Street lights lit up one after another in the streets and alleys of the city, like the moonlight riding on the rippling water waves, slowly rippling.

Who is so gentle and cautious that he quietly lit up the light in his heart?

The sweat on the forehead and chest was blown dry by the wind, and the ups and downs gradually stabilized.

"Let's go."

The boy jumped off the cement pier and helped her jump off with her arm. He let go of her and turned around and walked, but his fingers slid from her arm to the palm of his hand, and then grabbed her fingertips.

The night wind was very light, and it made someone's heartstrings tease.

Dear boy,

Life is like a citrus tree in summer, with green-skinned fruits,

Bitter is certain, and sweetness is also there.
Chapter completed!