a delicate flower

That night.

Ai Lang helped Ai's mother clean up the dining table and set up the tableware. When he heard the sound of footsteps entering the door, he turned his head to look. His heart tightened, and he stood by the dining table and shouted to the tall and thin man who entered the room: "Dad. "

The man has an unsmiling and stern face, and his thin face looks a bit fierce.Probably Ai's mother called him in advance to tell him that Ai Lang was back. He was not surprised to see Ai Lang at this moment, and walked into the kitchen to wash his hands without paying attention.

The family of three sat around a table, but the meal was eaten in an extremely quiet and depressing manner.This is the treatment Ai Lang received after he came out of the closet. As long as he comes home, the family will still give you a bed to sleep in and food to eat, but other than that, you will be treated as if you don't exist.

Fortunately, Ai Lang hurried home silently, but his room was tidy and clean, and the quilt also smelled after being exposed to the sun-it can be seen that although his parents ignored him, they still hoped that he could go home for the New Year .

Ailang's parents sleep on the second floor, and Ailang sleeps alone on the third floor. Except for lunch and dinner, it is inevitable to eat at the same table every day, but the rest of the time can be avoided.Living in the same home, the intersection is not much.

Three days later, it was New Year's Eve.

The town is very small, and the three aunts, six wives, four uncles and eight uncles all live in the town, and visiting relatives and friends is a daily routine during the Chinese New Year.There was crackling sound of firecrackers outside the window, and gorgeous fireworks lighting up most of the night sky.

But none of this excitement has anything to do with Ellen.

The New Year's Eve dinner at Ai Lang's house was eaten by the uncle's family at Ai Lang's house. The uncle and aunt didn't know Ai Lang's sexuality, but the child ran into Ai Lang's room and rummaged around, knocked over the lotion, and broke the eyebrow pencil , Scratching the lipstick, the child's parents asked Ai Lang instead: "Ai Lang, why do you have these things as a big man?"

Their faces are full of weirdness and disgust.

Ai Lang's father couldn't hear such words the most, for fear that others would infer that Ai Lang was abnormal.Although in his eyes, Ellen is abnormal somewhere.

After a noisy and depressing New Year's Eve dinner, Ai Lang locked himself in the room, ignoring the brats playing outside.He sat on the head of the bed with the quilt in his arms, flipped through his mobile phone, and watched the classmates posting the New Year's Eve dinner and family group photos in the circle of friends when they went home for the New Year, and he liked them one by one.

Probably seeing him popping up in the circle of friends, Xing Lu tagged Ai Lang and Ma Pian among the three groups, and sent a shared real-time location, saying that the good sisters would celebrate the New Year together even if they were separated in three places.

Ailang also believed her evil, and took a screenshot indicating that the three were separated in three places.Ailang is an extremely emotional person who is afraid of loneliness. He really wants to chat with someone, but on New Year's Eve, everyone stays with the family, so who can take care of him.

On New Year's Eve, he can only rely on a location-sharing map to draw a little comfort.

Ai Lang subconsciously clicked out of Zhuang Lin's chat box, but Zhuang Lin sent him a lot of messages, at least one sentence a day, and it was rare to send messages the next day, and the latest news was only more than half an hour ago - Zhuang Lin couldn't Send him a "Happy New Year's Eve" in a casual manner.

Ailang looked at Zhuang Lin's head portrait and felt his heart tighten. He was really lonely, so lonely that he could write off the past, and just wanted to find someone to hug and kiss him.Zhuang Lin is the No.1 choice. After all, Ai Lang's sexual experience is only related to Zhuang Lin, and when he closes his eyes, it is Zhuang Lin's face.

Ai Lang received a lot of New Year's Eve wishes that day, and he replied with a few sentences. Others routinely copied and pasted the words "Happy New Year's Eve", and the only reply to Zhuang Lin was——

"I am not happy."

Didn't Zhuang Lin try hard to please him in order to get his forgiveness?Didn't Xing Lu say that he should try to trust others and not always close himself up and keep love out?

He tore a hole in his heart, Zhuang Lin, come and coax him, it doesn't matter what is true or not, as long as you can talk to him about love to coax him.

……

Winter is a passionate and even sentimental season. Everyone yearns for warmth, and some people yearn for hugs.Ai Lang's violent collapse healed within two seconds. He calmed down, and withdrew the words "I'm not happy" on the screen, and mechanically copied and pasted another sentence: "Happy New Year's Eve."

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It's been almost a week since Ai Lang went home, and only then did he go to the appointments of some old high school classmates.Ailang didn't tell anyone about his homecoming, but there are only so many faces in the neighborhood, and the parents of the classmates also know each other. Passing on, some old classmates from high school asked him out.

The second night of the New Year's Eve.

A three-pronged approach to singing K, drinking, and drinking. A male classmate was drinking too much. He was singing with a microphone and singing about how a man should be self-improvement. Men? Can you be hard on men? How can you be hard? Are your structures different from ours? "

When other people saw this, they quickly stopped the drunken classmate, but he was pulled away by others, and he was still holding the microphone and yelling: "At school, my mother always nags me every time she calls, saying that I want to learn from others." Lang, he earned his tuition and living expenses by himself. Today, when he heard that I was coming out to see you, he chatted endlessly and asked me to learn from you. Ha, I’m just curious about one thing, is your money all Did you earn it from a man? I really can't learn this."

This classmate is the best student in the college entrance examination among the few people in the box. He has been "other people's children" since he was a child, and he went to a top-notch top school. If you can't get it, look at Ai Lang, he never takes a penny from his family for living expenses!"

Alcohol releases the dark emotions suppressed in people's hearts, and maliciousness is also amplified wantonly.

Ailang looked at the old classmate, didn't explain anything, just smiled helplessly, got up and pushed open the door of Room K and left.

The Chinese New Year atmosphere in small towns is stronger than that in big cities, which is reflected in the non-stop sound of firecrackers from morning to night and the big red firecracker confetti all over the streets.

Ailang walked alone on the street, stepping on bright red firecracker paper. There is a saying in the small place that the firecracker paper should be cleaned until the next day, otherwise the blessing will not be preserved.It rained again today, and the scraps of red paper stuck tightly to the ground. The red paper was soaked in water and easily rotted. If you stepped on it, a shoe print was printed.

Ai Lang went out for an appointment tonight because he wanted to escape from the scene full of guests at home, and didn't want to come back so early.He didn't want to go home yet, and he had nowhere to go nearby, so he simply went to the small store he used to go to when he was a child and bought a few boxes of small firecrackers for [-] cents a box, plus twenty fireworks sticks bundled into a bundle, and sat by himself near the house In the open space of a lotus pond, a tadpole that had dropped a gun fell to the ground by its tail, and there were sounds from time to time in the slightly empty space.

This location is a bit secluded. Occasionally one or two cars drive by, and occasionally three or two pedestrians pass by. Ai Lang sits alone on the low stone fence of the lotus pond, humming softly.

If it wasn't for Ai Lang's clean dress and good looks, he might be taken as a fool by the driver.But even if Ailang doesn't look crazy, it's not normal for people to sit here and play cannonballs on a cold day. Passers-by hurried past before seeing Ailang's appearance clearly.

Therefore, when a tall and straight figure walked up to Ai Lang, Ai Lang just turned sideways and dismantled another box of small cannons, but he didn't expect it in advance, and dropped the small cannon in his hand to the man's feet , "Crackling" landed twice crisply and neatly. He just raised his head and wanted to say "I'm sorry", when he suddenly realized that Zhuang Lin was standing in front of him, and before he opened his mouth, he said: "Senior, can I play with you?"

Ai Lang froze on the spot, staring at Zhuang Lin's face with stunned eyes, and after several glances, he confirmed that it was the real Zhuang Lin.

Ailang couldn't even speak at the moment, and he didn't know how to describe his current mood. It was very complicated, very subtle, a little sweet, and a little astringent.

Ailang came back to his senses and scanned Zhuang Lin's whole body from top to bottom. His clothes were still clean and fresh. He was holding a suitcase in one hand and looking at a map with his mobile phone in the other.

"Why are you here??"

This is what Ailang didn't remember to ask until he came back to his senses for the second time. After being shocked, his tone forgot to bring the indifference of the Cold War period, and his voice softened.

Zhuang Lin put the suitcase aside, walked to Ailang's side, and sat on the stone wall easily without tiptoeing.He was very close to Ai Lang, about a fist away, and he could gently rub his shoulders with a movement of his body.

He turned his face, looked at Ai Lang with gentle eyes, and said, "Because the senior said he was unhappy, so I came to you."

Zhuang Lin still saw the sentence that Ailang retracted later.

Ai Lang looked at him, and didn't feel that the distance between them was too close.Ailang still felt incredible about Zhuang Lin's sudden appearance, and asked after a long while: "How did you find this place?"

Zhuang Lin confessed directly to Ai Lang: "I asked my senior sister for your address, and walked around here a few times, but I didn't expect to meet you."

As soon as Ailang heard it, he understood that Xing Lu's so-called sisterly love on New Year's Eve wanted to share the location to celebrate the New Year together, and it was basically to help Zhuang Lin find out information.

Zhuang Lin picked up a small cannon from Ailang's hand, dropped it on the ground, and made a "crack" sound. He looked down at the small sparks that flickered when the cannon hit the ground and exploded, and said: "I hope it's because of my luck that I can meet the senior, not that the senior often comes here by himself these days."

Zhuang Lin's voice was very soft. He just stood not far away and looked at Ai Lang. He was sitting alone on the stone fence, and the lotus pond behind him was full of dead branches and leaves.

His first thought at that moment was that he was well worth the trip, his second was that he was late.

The former thought was because he knew it was a good time to please Ai Lang, and the latter thought was because he thought about whether Ai Lang sat here alone more than once, and this thought gave birth to a feeling of self-condemnation in his heart—— He was feeling sorry for Ai Lang, and regretted that he hadn't appeared earlier.

After hearing this, Ai Lang slightly pulled the corners of his lips and smiled lightly, and said, "I'm sitting here waiting for someone."

Zhuang Lin asked, "Who are you waiting for?"

Ailang picked up a small cannon and smashed it to the ground, saying, "Anyone will come."

It doesn't matter if it's a friend from Room K chasing after him to apologize, or it's fine if his parents accidentally saw him, as long as someone appears in front of him, it's enough for someone to find him.

Zhuang Lin couldn't figure out what Ai Lang meant by this, and asked tentatively: "Then... Did the senior wait until I come?"

Ai Lang narrowed his eyes slightly, and looked at Zhuang Linlai. He stared at Zhuang Lin with no idea, and his narrowed eyes suddenly bent into two crescents.As if nothing had happened, he threw the last small cannon in his hand, lowered his head and slapped away the sawdust in his palm, and replied, "You can come too."