Chi Guang

Chapter 114 That May Not Be Your Way

Later, in the years when Mu Shihai left, the glowing boy holding the violin on the stage and the dark and passionate kiss in the corner of the backstage, accompanied by the grand piano sound from a distance, fell forever in those unattainable times .

The winter vacation was still very long that year, Jiang Gong was not so cold, and Nanlu Mountain was also allowed to camp. It took a long time to beg Shen Sijing to be allowed to go out on New Year's Eve. He carried the tent on his back and went up the mountain with Mu Shihai one foot deep and one foot shallow. Life and death must follow, and at the last moment Mu Shihai signaled Ye Jing, and stepped forward like a martyr to tie him away.

But setting up a tent is a technical job, and after a long time of tinkering, I couldn't figure out where the pros and cons are: "Brother, have you ever set up a tent?"

"No." Mu Shihai opened the manual and raised his eyebrows: "But I'm smart."

"Then go ahead," he spread his hands, blinked his eyes, innocently sly: "If we can't make it, let's take the sky as the ground and the dog's tail grass over there, pull some for you to use as a pillow." ?”

Mu Shihai: ...

A cloud blew over, covering up a few moanings of unknown meaning. After panting, Xu Chichuan blushed, and obediently sat by his side to watch him play with the tent.

The sun was setting little by little, and the tent was finally set up when the last twilight ended. The small one was just big enough to accommodate two people. Xu Chichuan got in, raised his head and smiled at him: "My brother is amazing!"

The sky was full of sunshine in the distance, his sharp and slender eyes softened the orange sky, and a big hand rubbed his head: "I will bring you here every year from now on."

As night fell, the two simply ate something and climbed into the tent. Mu Shihai took out the PSP, Xu Chichuan leaned on his lap, and opened a piece of chocolate: "Ah——"

Mu Shihai opened his mouth: "Ah——"

He closed his eyes and listened to the sound of the game and fell asleep unknowingly. When he woke up, it was already dark. He rubbed his eyes and sat up. The dazed look was so cute. Mu Shihai laughed, "Are you awake?"

"It's enough to sleep." Mu Shihai moved his numb arm, "Like a pig."

"Still snoring," the bully Zai Zai who just woke up stretched out his hand to pinch his face: "Tell me, is it a little pig?"

Xu Chichuan ignored him, and said to himself, "I had a dream."

"What dream?"

"I can't remember." He scratched his head, blinked his eyes, and squeezed into his arms hard: "It seems to dream that I got lost, and then you disappeared."

"What nonsense," the voice scolded, but the arms tightened: "If you have such a messy dream again, I will beat you."

"Understood," the voice muffled: "I want to set off fireworks."

Mu Shihai took out the fairy stick in his backpack, Xu Chichuan was dumbfounded: "...Doraemon?"

"There's a terrace over there," Mu Shihai said, "Go and put it on."

At the foot of the mountain, neon lights were flickering and traffic was busy, Xu Chichuan lit one, sparks burst out at his fingertips, bright fireworks lit up his black pupils, and two round dimples appeared in his eyebrows and eyes with a smile: "Does it look good? "

The sharp side face under the fireworks also softened: "It looks good."

He's talking about people.

"Here," Xu Chichuan gave him half, "Make a wish at midnight."

"Okay." He took the fairy wand and held his hand tightly. The black windbreaker was full of vigor, and hot water flowed from the palm of his hand, all the way up along the fingertips.

"I promise now."

Lit all the fireworks in one breath, young and sincere, always with desperate persistence.

"I hope that Xu Chichuan will love me forever."

"Xu Chichuan," his dark eyes were so bright that it made people tremble, and he said in a deep voice, "you must love me forever."

With a beep, the watch strikes the hour, zero minutes past zero.

"it is good."

He saw Xu Chichuan speak slowly, with unprecedented solemnity written on his face.

"I love you forever."

The first kiss of the new year, bumping into the tent with hugs in his arms, the wind was blowing, but his body was so hot that he was sweating, Xu Chichuan blushed, and desperately resisted someone's troublesome hand, "Good boy, be good!" .”

"do not want!"

"Just one moment," Mu Shihai was still coercing and tempting with sweet words, "Brother will give you the biggest fireworks display next year."

Xu Chichuan was so ashamed that he was about to cry: "I won't!"

"I'll teach you," the thick hoarse whispered in his ear like a Gu insect: "We are so smart, we can learn it in no time."

The thin calluses on his fingertips barely brushed against his chest, Xu Chichuan let out a sob and was completely defeated: "Woo - I, I will do it."

"So good," Mu Shihai kissed him: "Good baby."

Slowly moving his body downward, Xu Chichuan raised his head, glared at him without any momentum, took a deep breath, and then bent down as if he was dead.

The moon closed its eyes, and the stars turned their heads.

After the nonsense was over and the battlefield was cleared up, Xu Chichuan had already gone to see Duke Zhou. Only the abnormal redness at the corner of his mouth showed the victory of someone's successful trapping. In his arms, he was satisfied, but at the same time, his mood was indescribably complicated.

It's been almost two years. Although the two of them have done everything they should and shouldn't do, they still haven't reached the final step. On the one hand, Xu Chichuan is still young, and they agreed to wait until he reaches adulthood, but recently there is always a voice He kept urging him to start early.

He was a little self-deprecating, no matter how restrained he was, there was always a place for paranoia and madness.

The person in his arms suddenly arched his body and snored sweetly, Mu Shihai's heart softened, no matter what, no one could hurt his baby.

Not even himself.

This is probably Xu Chichuan's most enjoyable winter vacation. It is not only long but also free. Although there are still a lot of homework and papers to write, texts and vocabulary to memorize, but there is hope in the heart, and the efficiency will be high.

Shen Sijing was surprised to find that her son seemed to have grown up overnight, and he no longer slept in, and knew how to do homework without being reminded: "Our Xiaochuan has really grown up."

"That's it," Xu Chichuan said proudly: "Then can I go to Lu Miao's family to play? I won't come back at night."

"Go, be safe, and don't go out at night."

"Thank you mom."

"Hey, who is this?" I haven't seen Lu Miaoyi in a few months, and she has grown a lot taller, her hair has been cut short, and her voice is stretched out with a strange voice: "Isn't this the unfilial son who I have been missing for many years?"

"Why are you free to visit your father today?"

"Caring for the empty-nesters, doing charity, you are welcome."

Lu Miaoyi: ...

The goods have changed! !

"Where are your parents?"

"I don't know, maybe Iceland or Denmark? Why, Mu Shihai doesn't want you anymore? Come to Dad for comfort?"

"He has something to do," Xu Chichuan unceremoniously opened the bag of potato chips: "Where's Ye Jing?"

Lu Miao jumped up one by one: "Don't mention him! Tell you, Dad and that curly chicken have a sworn feud!"

"...What happened to him?"

"He sneaked up on me!"

Why did Lu Miaoyi who attacked sneakily hesitate to say more, Xu Chichuan's eyes widened: "He molested you?"

"Fuck you! If you want to moleste, I molested him!"

Xu Chichuan: ...

The atmosphere stagnated for a moment.

"Anyway, anyway, we are at odds with him!" A bit self-defeating and wanting to cover up: "And you, where did you go with Mu Shihai on New Year's Eve?"

"Camping, don't you know?"

"Did you really stay on the mountain all night?"

"Well," some unsuitable images appeared in my mind unconsciously, and my ears felt a little hot: "Looking at the stars."

Look at the fart, I didn't even see a star hair.

Lu Miao rolled her eyes: "You two are not too cold, by the way, next semester will be divided into subjects, have you not forgotten?"

"I haven't forgotten, do I still need to choose? Definitely liberal arts."

"What about Mu Shihai? Does he read literature or theory?"

Potato chips are quieter.

"If he is academic, you will not be in the same class, nor will you be able to live in the same dormitory;"

"If the selected text—"

"Your class is a top class. With his grades, can he stay in this class and not be separated?"

The package of potato chips was pulled into a ball, and there was a screeching plastic sound. Xu Chichuan was stunned, as if he didn't hear it, but he seemed to understand it.

Seeing his appearance, Lu Miao's heart sank, and she continued with a hard heart: "This is just the beginning."

"There is still a long way to go,"

"No one can guarantee that they will be bound with someone for a lifetime."

"He has a way to go."

"But that may not be your path either."