sunset mountains

Chapter 18

Perhaps because of the wide opening and closing of the emotional gate, Xiao Yan didn't cry for a long time.

He kept muttering something intermittently, incoherently, babbled, Wei Chi only understood the sentence "Why is it only me".

Wei Chi couldn't say a word to Xiao Yanwei about the principles of life that Wei Chi could talk about in front of the students.

Wei Chi couldn't answer Xiao Yanwei's sad questions like a trapped animal.

Yes, why is it only him.

Wei Chi thought, the 22-year-old Xiao Yanwei should be wanton and arrogant, like a wind that cannot be caught.

He would stay up until dawn while talking about being tired of studying, and he would meet a beautiful and gentle girl at school, have a romantic relationship, or do everything possible to escape a professional class that he was not interested in.

But at this time, he can no longer touch those ordinary and trivial lives.

He didn't go to school, he didn't fall in love, and he didn't have a home.

In this world where the connection with others is already weak, he has become the one left behind, like the half pool of cold spring water at the bottom of the sunset mountain.

Wei Chi shook off the quilt that was folded at the head of the bed, fell down on the bed while embracing Xiao Yanwei, and softly called his name, "Xiao Yanwei."

Xiao Yanwei's shoulders were still shaking, and he replied with a strong nasal voice, "En."

"Sleep, I'm here." Wei Chi said.

The second snow of this winter fell when Xiao Yanwei's crying stopped.

The room was very quiet, Wei Chi heard Xiao Yanwei's heavy breathing gradually stabilized, let go of his hands, got off the bed and went outside.

It was snowing heavily, and paper-like snowflakes swirled down. Wei Chi stretched out his hand to hold one piece, and before he could examine it carefully, it melted in his hand, leaving only a cold hand in the blink of an eye.

Through the messy and disorderly snowflakes, Wei Chi saw the extraordinarily long winter in Sunset Mountain.

Before Xiao Yanwei came, he didn't think the winter here was so cold.

Xiao Yanwei didn't sleep well, he turned over uncomfortably from time to time, and sometimes murmured something in his dream, Wei Chi listened to his movements, didn't stay outside for long, closed the door and went back inside.

He still had the cold outside, so he didn't go to bed right away.

Wei Chi reached out and turned on the lamp on the table, the light was not bright, but Xiao Yanwei immediately frowned in dissatisfaction.

Because he had been crying for a long time, even with his eyes closed, he could see the shocking redness at the end of his eyes.

Wei Chi sat upright for a long time, lowered his body and leaned towards Xiao Yanwei.

He put an extremely pious kiss on the end of his sweetheart's eyes.

The cold wind from the outside crept in through the window cracks, Wei Chi thought, if I could keep Xiao Yanwei, would the winter not be so long?

Xiao Yan never dreamed of his younger brother Xiao Chengyang.

I also dreamed of rhubarb.

He doesn't remember what the dream was like at the beginning, but the places he can recall are all very sad, like the tip of a knife piercing the flesh, the pain is unavoidable.

The air in September was scorching hot, and the Metro Line [-] was extremely crowded that day.

Xiao Yanwei's home is in a residential area 15 minutes' walk after getting off the subway. The moment the gate was opened, he breathed the fresh air he hadn't seen for a long time.

In the past, knowing that he was coming back, Xiao Chengyang would step on the spot and run to the door to greet him, but since Da Huang arrived at home, this less formal but routine welcome activity was cancelled.

The elegant and beautiful Ms. Xu was wearing an apron to make soup, when she heard the movement, she leaned out and glanced at him, and said disgustedly, "Go take a bath."

Xiao Yanwei put down his schoolbag with a smile, and tapped the rhubarb sticking to him with his toe, "Where's your brother?"

As soon as the words fell, Xiao Chengyang ran out from nowhere, and he jumped up and asked him to hug him again.

Xiao Yanwei squatted down, opened his hands and called his name with a smile.

At this time, the picture suddenly paused, as if a movie that hadn't been played for a long time went wrong.

Xiao Yanwei stared blankly at the space in the dream being grabbed by an invisible big hand from above, and began to twist and fall.

Xiao Chengyang was still running towards him, with his arms outstretched for him to hug, Xiao Yanwei knelt down to the ground, and fished forward with trembling hands, the child who called him brother countless times couldn't hit his arms no matter what.

When the screen changed again, Xiao Chengyang suddenly grew a lot taller, and Xiao Yanwei's own face also matured a lot.

Xiao Chengyang looks more like his father, his skin is not so white, his eyebrows and eyes are sharper, and he has the unique sharpness of a teenager who is twitching.

"Brother," Xiao Chengyang stood opposite Xiao Yanwei in his sportswear, pretending to be serious, "Take care of Rhubarb."

This is the day they leave.

Xiao Yan didn't seem to feel it, he stopped Xiao Chengyang who was about to turn around, and wanted to ask him what the three requests really were.

But it turns out that if you remember something too deeply, you won't be asked to ask more questions even in your dreams.

Xiao Chengyang's back disappeared at the boarding gate of the airport.

Xiao Yan didn't blink, and the picture began to reconstruct again.

He stood at the largest intersection within half an hour's drive from his home.

Xiao Yanwei stared blankly at the traffic lights in the middle of the road, feeling a burst of uncontrollable sadness.

Again.

In 15 seconds, he's going to go across the road.

There is a group of shopping malls across the road. He ordered a table for lunch on the fifth floor of the largest shopping mall. Today is the day when his parents and younger brother travel home.

When the countdown to the red light reached 5 seconds, there was a sharp sound of brakes mixed with dull and intermittent crashing sounds.

There were screams everywhere, Xiao Yanwei looked over numbly.

Everything in the world stopped, the dust all over the sky was blown up into the air by the wind, the ground was frozen traffic, frozen crowd, and Xiao Yan's heart that didn't stop beating.

Xiao Yan was not nailed to the spot, and watched helplessly as a truck with a long carriage drove towards him in the distance, brushing past him again.

The wind blown by the truck blew away the leaflet he wanted to show Xiao Chengyang in his hand.

On the leaflet, a white cake is drawn.

The truck overturned and pinned down a private car that happened to pass there, instantly bringing up thick dust.

The white car, which was so familiar that it couldn't be more familiar, could no longer recognize the prototype, and a blue license plate that was pressed into a right angle stood halfway not far away.

The license plate ends with three 7s, which was chosen by Xiao Yanwei and his father.

Xiao Yanwei took a step forward, and suddenly, the frozen picture flowed again.

The ear-piercing sound of sirens and the sound of an ambulance were like vines in the dark, tightly enveloping him and dragging him down.

The sense of weightlessness followed, and before touching the ground, he only heard his own voice that was so light that it was about to be blown away by the wind, "... Chengyang."

Then Xiao Yan did not completely fall into darkness.

Oxygen is like a frightened animal, flying around and running towards the distance.

A sense of suffocation followed, Xiao Yanwei gasped for breath, but still felt powerless.

He was about to drown in his dream.

Suddenly, someone was calling his name beside his ear, each sound getting louder, until it overwhelmed the voice in the dream.

The people around him put one arm around his shoulder and the other behind his waist, hugged him in their arms, and hurriedly called his name.

It's Wei Chi.

Xiao Yanwei blinked, the vines wrapped around him slowly faded away, and he saw the beams without a suspended ceiling.

The thick rafters were old, but true to this world, a reminder that he was alive.

Also remind him that only he is alive.

Xiao Yan didn't feel that his eyes were a little sore, and it seemed that something had slipped by the side of his face, which was slow and moist.

Xiao Yanwei raised his hand, he thought, I might be crying.

Then a finger with a rough touch came over and wiped away the tear for him.

Wei Chi patted his waist with his hand, and said nothing.

Xiao Yanwei thought in a daze that Wei Chi's clothes should have been washed many times.

He rested his chin on Wei Chi's shoulder, and felt that the fabric was a little rough, but it smelled of clean washing powder that was incompatible with this room.

The two hugged silently, and Wei Chi saw that he seemed to have calmed down, his hands left his waist, and pushed his shoulders outward.

Xiao Yan raised his arms subconsciously to hug Wei Chi, and then drew the distance between them closer.

The muscles under the palm tightened.

"What's wrong?" Wei Chi asked in a low voice.

Xiao Yan didn't bury the tip of his nose to the side of Wei Chi's neck, and said vaguely, "Hold for a while."