90, dull knife

Jiang Tian didn't sleep soundly, but he still had several dreams.

I dreamed that Du Cheng stuck his head out from behind the smoke and said, "Huan Yu, he has grown so big? The last time I saw him was ten years ago."

I dreamed that Ji Huanyu said to Jiang Ou, "Your son also likes men, are you happy?"

I dreamed that Jiang Ou was screaming, and he was standing in the long alley outside the phoenix tree. Let's go." Then he closed the courtyard door in front of him.

He stood there, tired and absurd. He obviously didn't hold anything in his hand, but he wanted to rest on his knees for a while.

He tried several times, but he couldn't bend down. He just felt tired and irritable, and woke up from his dream.

The moment he opened his eyes, Jiang Tian didn't know where he was sleeping, only to see Sheng Wang sitting in front of him, with warm lights shining in his eyes, staring at him intently.

"Brother." Sheng Wang called him softly, then leaned over on one knee, kissed the center of his forehead, the end of his eyes and his lips, and whispered, "I'm 18 years old, I love you."

Those irritating and sad emotions in the dream disappeared in an instant, as if someone briefly removed the steel plate from his back, allowing him to bend over and take a breath.

Jiang Tian turned against the guest and grabbed the back of Sheng Wang's neck to kiss him back, but he suddenly remembered that they were still in the living room, the most dangerous place in the house, and someone might come at any time.

He froze and let go.

"What time is it?" Jiang Tian asked in a low voice. When he sat up straight, he realized that he was covered with a fleece blanket, only to slide down to his waist in the movement just now.

"It's 1:20." Sheng Wang reported the time without even looking at his phone.

Jiang Tian's heart softened, he reached out and touched the other's face and asked, "Have you been waiting?"

"No, I went up and down the stairs several times, and looked at the time impatiently." Sheng Wang pointed to the remote control on the coffee table and said, "I was just thinking about waking you up and pretending to change the channel. You may feel murderous and wake up by yourself. already."

Jiang Tian laughed and was about to say something when someone opened the bedroom door in the distance, and a pale light leaked out from inside, slashing across the sofa.

The two on the sofa separated in a hurry.

Sheng Mingyang walked over with his slippers, propped up the back of the sofa and asked in a low voice, "Xiao Tian is awake? Are you hungry? The tremella soup that Sister Sun simmered is still warm in the pot."

"I'm not hungry." Jiang Tian lifted the blanket and glanced in the direction of the bedroom.

He's not good at getting along with people, and he doesn't like to show affection, but that doesn't mean he's unreasonable. He knew that Ji Huanyu or Du Cheng, no matter how many shadows it brought to him and Jiang Ou, had nothing to do with the Sheng family. Sheng Mingyang could actually choose not to bear these, but he accepted them all.

This made Jiang Tian feel a very strange feeling, as if something that he had always been carrying was suddenly divided by Sheng Mingyang. It seemed like he should be taking it easy, but he didn't. It's not what he's used to over the years, but he knows intellectually that he should thank or apologize.

"today"

Jiang Tian was silent for a moment, and was interrupted by Sheng Mingyang as soon as he opened his mouth: "Today's incident is an accident, and it has nothing to do with any of you. Even if there is something, it is for our elders to communicate. I didn't want you to go. The hospital... Forget it, it's already like this, don't think too much about it, it's all so many years ago."

He said that, but his eyebrows were wrinkled. Maybe it was because he didn't sleep too late, his face was full of tiredness. Probably everyone who says "Forget it, don't think about it" is just expressing a hope.

Jiang Tian looked at his face and fell silent again.

Sheng Wang glanced at his brother, tugged the blanket and folded it, changing the subject: "Dad, are you out?"

"Oh." Sheng Mingyang looked at the empty cup in his hand and said, "Your aunt Jiang has a fever. Pour some water for her to prepare."

"fever?"

"Don't worry, I've taken the medicine. It's just that I don't sleep well, and I panic when I turn off the light. I've been so stimulated today, it's probably enough to change anyone else. If those things happen to me, I may have to collapse for a while. She was originally He is a person who doesn't like to lose his temper. If he is unhappy, he will feel stuffy in his stomach. Today, it may be a good thing to vent. I asked a friend to make an appointment with a doctor, and I will take her to see her after the year and have a chat. During this time Just... just take care of each other a little more."

"Okay, it's getting late. After tossing all night, you two should go to bed quickly." Sheng Mingyang patted the back of the sofa, suddenly glanced at the mute TV, and pointed at Shengwang jokingly: "Say yes If you want to watch a movie here for a while, are you watching a silent movie?"

For a moment, Jiang Tian felt that Sheng Mingyang's eyes swept over him, and he didn't know whether it was intentional or not.

Sheng Wang moved his lips and said, "Otherwise, when my brother is sleeping, am I blasting him with a loud speaker?"

Sheng Mingyang urged two more sentences and went to the kitchen with a water glass. After a short squeak, he took the door and went back to the bedroom, but the door was not closed tightly, and the light changed from a block to a very thin strip, still falling on the sofa.

The two boys were sitting at both ends of the sofa, and were cut into two islands by the line.

After a while, someone crossed the line, grabbed Jiang Tian's hand, shook it, and said, "Go upstairs?"

"Well." Jiang Tian glanced at the bedroom and dragged him back to the bedroom on the second floor.

He just slept soundly on the sofa, and he wasn't really sleepy. On the other hand, Sheng Wang's eyelids started to fight, and he kept walking behind him, as if he had made a mistake.

He washed, Sheng Wang leaned against the door. He made the bed, and Sheng Wang grabbed a corner of the quilt to help. He dug out Brother Chu's stack of information books, and Sheng Wang took one and said he could share a little.

"What's wrong with you?" Jiang Tian finally had to turn around and catch him.

Sheng Wang stared at his fingers, and after a moment of silence he held them back and said, "I won't draw my hands in the future."

Jiang Tian was stunned for a moment before realizing what he was talking about. He was a little dumbfounded at first, and then more complicated emotions flooded up, and he suddenly didn't know what to answer.

After a long time, he blinked and said, "I'm afraid not."

Of course he knew why Sheng Wang reacted that way. If he didn't do that, with Ji Huanyu's disgusting energy, he didn't know what more mad words he would say, and he would probably stab him with every sentence. He is Jiang Ou's last line of defense. If even this line collapses, it will not be far from madness.

It's just that reason returns to reason, and clarity returns to clarity. He understands all the reasons, but it doesn't mean that the moment his hands become empty, he won't feel sad. This is the helplessness and incomprehension between him and Sheng Wang.

They simply quarrel, conflict, and constantly break out into conflicts, or feel boring, uninteresting, and disgusted with each other in the passing of time. All the triggers under normal conditions are not so difficult to accept rationally, because when people stand at the end of a quarrel, there is always more boredom than love, and it is not so sad.

But they don't have these, they only have to do what they understand. Just like what he is doing right now.

"I'm a high-risk person now." Jiang Tian's tone was a little self-deprecating, and he slowly calmed down, "My mother and your father should have heard Ji Huanyu's words."

"No, everyone could see that he was jumping over the wall and biting people in a hurry." Sheng Wang said.

Jiang Tian shook his head: "If you hear it, you hear it."

They may find it absurd and don't believe it, but words are like knives, and what they say will eventually leave a mark in their hearts, and then they will pop up inadvertently.

Whether intentionally or not, they will inevitably become suspicious and sensitive.

Sheng Wang lowered his eyes and held Jiang Tian's fingers tightly. After a long time he opened his mouth and said, "My dad is half open-minded and half old-fashioned. I remember someone mentioned it to him before..."

He paused for a moment, then continued: "He mentioned the topic of homosexuality, but he didn't respond very well. He didn't say anything that was disgusting or perverted. Last time we talked about that case in the hospital, the old man and the others were busy talking. , My dad's character, as you know, just follows what others say, it doesn't mean what he means."

This is actually only half of what he said, Sheng Mingyang is indeed half enlightened and half traditional. Whether other people's sons like women or men, with people or with demons, he accepts them well, and he can even wrap a big red envelope to send his blessings with sincerity. That's because he doesn't like chewing his tongue, and he doesn't care.

But his own son was different.

Shengwang didn't intend to mention these, he just wanted to tell Jiang Tian the good ones: "Aunt Jiang's side... It's also because of the knot, the doctor will have a good chat with her after the year, and the knot will be solved, wait until she It’s a lot easier not to be prejudiced by scumbags.”

"High school is too close to home, and university is different. Emperor Shangao is far away, unlike the attached middle school. The teachers know my father and your mother more or less." Sheng Wang said, "I will work harder to get into the same school as you. School, rent another house and bring the cat son with you. There is a saying that the fragrance is far away and the near smells bad. At that time, both of us were fragrant. If we grind with them slowly, there will be a day when we can talk to each other. "

"Now my dad dares to transfer school for me if he doesn't agree, and the university will fail. I don't believe that I am admitted to Tsinghua and Peking University. He will say 'go, in order to prevent you from falling in love, let's change schools'."

Jiang Tian was finally amused by his words and laughed twice.

Sheng Wang suddenly became more energetic, and he threw him onto the bed and kissed him for a long time.

In fact, in the final analysis, it is just the wrong timing. Sometimes Shengwang hopes that time will pass faster. It’s better to lie down and open your eyes. It’s already an adult, college, or work. If met Jiang Tian at that time, it’s probably another kind of look.

So just wait a little longer, as long as you get through these two years.

When chatting, "high school" and "university" can be carried over in a few words, and it takes less than two seconds. But when I opened my eyes, the days were still slowly crawling forward.

They managed to ease their mood at night, but they were completely destroyed early the next morning, because Jiang Ou was in really bad condition. She tried hard to calm herself down, talking and laughing, pulling Auntie Sun to work in the kitchen, trying to cook a good birthday meal for Jiang Tian.

After finishing one thing, she hurried to find the next one, without letting herself idle for a second. In the end, Jiang Tian just said something, she wanted to go out with Sheng Wang, but she accidentally hit a whole casserole.

A pot full of hot stew spilled all over the kitchen, splashing her feet red.

"Auntie, we're just going to get the cake. We ordered it before." Sheng Wang didn't know what she was thinking, and didn't know if she didn't hear what Qing Jiangtian was saying, so he explained in surprise.

"I know, I know." Jiang Ou sat on the sofa and applied ointment to the burnt area. She whispered a few times, and then said apologetically, "Auntie is fine, she just lost her mind."

As a result, none of them mentioned going out again, and instead let the cake shop bring things over.

There are two cakes, both of which were ordered by Shengwang a long time ago, one is for eating, and the other is fondant that can be kept. This idea is what he saw from the WeChat group. Carp and Chili made an appointment to learn this during the winter vacation, saying that it can be kept for a long time if it is done well.

The fondant cake he ordered for Jiang Tian had a small house, and in front of the house stood a group of q-version villains, Jiang Ou, Ding Laotou, Gao Tianyang, Zhao Xi, Lin Beiting, himself and a cat, all surrounding the one representing Jiang Tian Little man, lively and rich. He hesitated for a long time, and for the sake of the father-son relationship, he went through the back door and added Sheng Mingyang.

There is a sign next to the house that says the best 18 years old.

But when the cake came in, the kitchen was full of mess and the room was silent.

The cake is packaged in a transparent box, which looks very beautiful from a distance, but has some flaws when viewed up close. Shengwang uses the best sugar in the store, which can be kept for many years. However, on the way to delivery, don't know if it was knocked or something, and there were cracks in several places.

Sheng Wang was a little anxious, the delivery man kept apologizing, but Jiang Tian took the cake and said, "I took it upstairs."

This is an 18-year-old gift from the person he likes. Everyone he cares about is surrounded by it. It is complete and beautiful, and he must treasure it well. Although the reality is completely different.

In view of Jiang Ou's repeated fever, he is in a state of restlessness every day. Sheng Mingyang had to postpone the arranged banquet indefinitely, and had to explain it to everyone who was invited.

Sheng Wang and Jiang Tian took on most of the trivial tasks for him, which kept him from getting too overwhelmed.

Sheng Mingyang said on the phone to others: "Fortunately, there are two peace-of-mind sons."

He was actually very kind to Jiang Tian, ​​but he kept his distance because he knew that Jiang Tian was not an easy person to get close to. He never used "my son" to describe Jiang Tian before, but he mentioned it frequently in the past two days.

In Sheng Wang and Jiang Tian's ears, these words became a kind of emphasis and reminder. As Jiang Tian said before, Ji Huanyu's words were like a dull knife, and they had a mark on their hearts, which would not bleed, but still hurt.

So much so that Sheng Mingyang and Jiang Ou would always observe Jiang Tian unconsciously, staring at his every move.

Under this kind of stare, it happened so many times that a certain person suddenly pulled his hand, so many that they were a little numb themselves.

So on the last day of the winter vacation, Sheng Wang grabbed his phone and went downstairs to eat, and sat on the far left of the sofa while waiting. After a while, Jiang Tian followed him downstairs and habitually sat on the far right. There was no light leaking from the bedroom door in the middle, but it was still separated by mountains and seas.

Sheng Wang stared at the blank space, and suddenly came up with a strange idea.

If there is no rental house waiting for them in the distance, if he and Jiang Tian are in the same environment day and night, if sitting at both ends and drawing boundaries has become a conditioned reflex routine, then they will Still a couple?

It was as if there were people standing around who couldn't see his face clearly. When he spoke, they stabbed Jiang with a knife. When Jiang Tian opened his mouth, they stabbed him.

After a long time, will it be impossible to tell who caused the sadness?