boat crossing boundless

When Shan Wuya withdrew from Xie Zhou's body, Xie Zhou still had some consciousness, and said to him in a daze, don't stay here, and fell into a deep sleep.

Shan Wuya smiled, simply wiped Xie Zhou's body and dried his sweaty hair, then put on his own clothes, carried him downstairs and drove home.

Back home, Shan Wuya filled the water, gave Xie Zhou a good wash, changed into the pajamas he bought that he didn't have time to wear, and hugged him to his bed.

You really fell asleep, Xie Zhou, are you tired?Shan Wuya was thinking, staring at Xie Zhou's face, gently stroking his cheek with his hand, stopping on the eyebrow, stopping at the end of the eye, stopping at the tip of the nose, stopping at the corner of the mouth.

Shan Wuya got out of bed contentedly, and walked to the workbench. Next to it was a vertical wooden locker, which was full of Xie Zhou.

Shan Wuya painted Xie Zhou about those two years, and Shan Wuya painted Xie Zhou that he didn't know in the eight years but he worked hard to imagine.

In the days of chewing memories, he prayed for a sweet dream by drawing a picture of Xie Zhou before going to bed.

But now, he can truly perceive the 27-year-old Xie Zhou, and can draw his sleeping face beside him.

Shan Wuya sat down and picked up a pen.

"Shan Wuya, how do you do this question?" Shan Wuya was secretly drawing Xie Zhou's villain, when the female classmate suddenly asked a question, his hand trembled, and Xie Zhou's mouth changed from bent to Deflated, like the real Xie Zhou.

Shan Wuya came back to his senses, explained the topic to his female classmate, then quietly glanced at Xie Zhou, Xie Zhou was frowning, poking the paper bit by bit with a pen, looking very distressed.

He wanted to give a lecture to Xie Zhou, so he walked around him from behind, held his hand holding the pen, leaned his mouth against his ear, and gave the lecture gently, faintly, like a gentle wind.

But Shan Wuya didn't dare, he was afraid that Xie Zhou would reject him, and even more afraid that Xie Zhou would be afraid of him.

Xie Zhou guards against everything around him, like a hedgehog, but without thorns, only curled up alone.

The more Shan Wuya understood him, the more distressed and powerless he felt.

He's too cowardly to do anything but sneaky things.

Shan Wuya began to deliver steamed buns to Xie Zhou every morning. He used to only eat breakfast at home and only ate one steamed stuffed bun. When he met Xie Zhou, he changed his sex and wanted to "take away". There were still three in the area, and two for Xie Zhou. Boat, keep one for yourself.

Xie Zhou likes to eat meat buns the most. Every time he hides in the corner of the stairs and eats it secretly, he licks the corners of his mouth and the tip of his finger that took the buns after licking. That look is very cute, and Shan Wuya remembers it in his heart , drawn on paper.

Shan Wuya has drawn a lot of thank you boats, the ones licking the corners of their mouths from several angles, the ones in a daze, the ones who can’t take a nap occasionally, the ones who frown and write questions, the ones who are frustrated by their grades, the ones who carry a bucket in the cold wind... ....

Shan Wuya found out that Xie Zhou was ill. In fact, he should have guessed it a long time ago. He thought that Xie Zhou would drink cold water and burn it when he went home, but he should have guessed it too. Xie Zhou couldn't bear it.

Now that it's winter, Shan Wuya can't imagine how Xie Zhou endured the cold to bathe in ice water, and he can't even think about it, his heart hurts too much.

Shan Wuya asked for leave, returned home a class early, boiled water, chose the largest thermos bottle, filled it up, and delivered it to Xie Zhou's door with both hands in his arms. He looked at the dilapidated old thermos I know that there is a woman who is sick all year round in the small house.

Xie Zhou's mother.

Shan Wuya had never seen him before, only the sound of coughing incessantly, coughing at Xie Zhou's heavy burden.

Shan Wuya stopped writing, stared at Xie Zhou, Xie Zhou seemed to be having some bad dreams, he frowned slightly, and pursed his mouth.

He walked over, sat by the bed, gently smoothed Xie Zhou's brow with his hand, and stroked his mouth softly, comforting him silently.

Xie Zhou stretched his brows, opened his mouth, seemed to be saying something, and seemed to be breathing shallowly.

Shan Wuya leaned down and turned his ears sideways to listen, but only the breath he exhaled hit his ears, itching, numb, red ears,

Shan Wuya kissed the corner of Xie Zhou's mouth, like that afternoon ten years ago when there was no one, full of tenderness and sweetness.

The author has something to say: It seems that the more I write, the more I plan to finish it with [-] words.