The Road Home

The year when the two people got together during the high school winter vacation was the coldest winter of that year.

The auto repair shop usually uses solar energy to heat the water, bathing the repairmen, and the water temperature is so scary in winter that few people enter the bathroom. But he calculated that if he went home to take a hot shower, he would waste time with her once and for all. He got out from under the car and pushed in with a shirt. Coming out again, my fingers were numb with numbness.

Pushing the door back to the house, Gui Xiao shrunk on his single bed, wrapped in a quilt, and stretched his feet into the seam of the heating pipe for heating. Seeing him quilt immediately: "Come in, come in."

When the two really got into the quilt on the same bed, they found out that this was really a terrible thing.

He was afraid of her boredom, and rented a TV and VCD player to show her. The hottest movie of that time was "Titanic", and she picked to see this disc. When the two were drilling in a quilt to warm themselves, the movie showed the male and female owners kissing in the storm on the bow. Lu Chen leaned on the bed painted with dark green paint and kept a half-human distance from her.

"Lu Chen."

"Ok."

"Someone in the school is particularly annoying. It always blocks me after school. It will be fine if you are here."

"Chase you?"

She nodded.

The two continued to watch TV, both of which were heart-warming. The male and female protagonists went to the luxuriously decorated room on the TV screen. Rose put on her pajamas and asked to be a painting model ... Gui Xiao didn't dare to look down, and couldn't open her mouth to pause: "Aren't you going to paint?" She asked softly .

He said with a smile, "Well," "What do you want?"

Just want to divert the topic ...

"Don't watch," she said, a little stiff, and held him back. "I don't want to watch."

Lu Chen didn't want to look any further. He touched the remote control and the freeze frame image turned into a blue VCD standby screen. He wanted to ask her if she wanted to see anything else, such as the young and the confused, and there were more than twenty plates to pass the time.

The remote control made several laps on the right hand.

Gui Xiao reached out and touched his arm, and found that he had not yet returned to the temperature: "Why don't you and me change places, next to the heating for a while." He carelessly replied: "No."

The man leaning over leaned over.

Holding his waist by his hand, he could feel the coldness of his fingers across the sweater.

The front chest was slowly pressed up by him, like the abundance of oxygen from her chest, very boring, very ... The term "days like years" must not be used here, but she thought so. My heart beats to death.

"Lu Chen ..."

"Um." The lips touched, and the two bumped into each other.

He was kissing her, he was really kissing, from the lips to the corners of his mouth.

Just kissed like this for a few minutes, in the quiet room. Both of them were kissing for the first time, and they weren't sure whether they really opened their mouths and when they would go further. But being so kissed, I became addicted.

"Later someone chases you and says you have a boyfriend."

"I said ..."

Lu Chen lowered her head and pinched her with her lips, dry.

Wet tongue, go find her. The two rolled into the quilt, and were exposed to the warm heating. She was stunned by her kisses, her bones were soaked with softness, and she wondered if she loved to kiss her ... When you saw him in the playground under a poplar tree, who would have thought One day, the two were in a cold room, squeezed into a heating quilt, hugging and doing this kind of thing ...

At night, the two of them were left in the garage.

Lu Chen drove back to town to buy a lot of fish, shrimp and vegetables.

The cooking place was next to the room where he slept, in the far corner of the factory building. Lu Chen refused to let her in at first, afraid of being dirty, and Gui Xiao insisted to accompany him. After packing for ten minutes, he cleaned up the plastic bucket leftover in the corner, rinsed it out, and let her in. He took the mud line of the shrimp in the white porcelain pond, thrown it into the plate, peeled the shell of the shrimp with water drops, crystal clear and pleasing to the eye.

"How are you going to fry?" Gui Xiao held his waist from behind, feeling really good.

"How do you want to eat?" He wiped his hands, started picking vegetables, and threw away the older leaves.

"Fried eggs."

Lu Chen smiled: "It's not too much trouble."

Gui Xiaole was overwhelmed: "I didn't do it anyway."

The small flame, which was ignited by the gas, embraced the bottom of the dark iron pan, and jumped from the blue flame core to the pale yellow flame tip, making a loud noise and widening. Lu Chen was too lazy to talk nonsense, pouring oil and beating eggs.

The next day, everyone in the garage knew her and nodded. Gui Xiao was embarrassed to agree, trot over, and found him under the small van that had been dismantled and lifted up with jacks.

He was lying on an oily sponge pad, but he wore a shirt, his sleeves around his elbows, and a silver part between his lips. His lips are thin, his face is curved, his skin is white, and he looks good when biting. This action has a beauty between a teenager and a man.

Just looking at her angle awkwardly, holding her, holding her bite down in her left hand: "Go and wait in the room."

Gui Xiaohuan wrapped his arms around his legs: "I don't want to go, I'll just watch you work here."

"The plant is too cold."

Gui Xiao was unwilling to go in, terrified that he was angry, thought about it, and silently stretched out his right hand, like a coquettish desire to pull hands with him. Lu Chen was also helpless, put his wrench, and looked for a towel around, and wanted to wipe his hands first.

"Don't wipe, I'll wash my hands for a while."

He couldn't reach her, moved a few inches, and pushed his hand out of the chassis to pinch her fingers.

They quietly held hands for a while.

For a long time, someone moved a box of parts over, and Xiaohui drew his hand and ran away. She came into his house more easily than returning to her own home. She took off her down jacket and voluntarily squatted in front of the VCD player to find the disc. Thinking about it, half of Titanic didn't finish watching, and stuffed it in. When he saw the protagonist live in the carriage, he came in again.

day.

After all, the remote control was enough, and the remote control was quite frustrated. It slid down the corner to the concrete floor.

Lu Chen glanced at the screen. Leonardo was lying on the heroine naked, the glass on the carriage was full of mist, and there was a clear handprint ... Then, she glanced at her with a slightly gaze.

She covered her lower half of her face with a quilt. How did she feel that she was grabbed by a boyfriend while watching a little pornographic film.

I didn't mean it, I just wanted to see the finale.

Why is there so much of this movie ...

"Clean up and eat." Lu Chen drew out the cigarette case from his pants pocket, bit a cigarette, and ripped off the mask from her face. "Don't look at this kind of thing all day and read well."

...

He came to high school to find her once before he enlisted.

It's winter again.

She pushed her bicycle to chat with her classmates from the gate of the school, laughed loudly, pulled on her scarf, and just stepped on the car, she saw the street lamp on the right side of the door and the young man under the poplar. After all, the boy who went to college is different from the high school student. After he stood there, the collar of the cotton suit stood up to block the wind, and the pair of eyes that were obliquely lifted up were enough to hook up the little girl.

According to Meng Xiaoshan's words, as long as Lu Chen is willing, there is no girl he can't hook.

After seeing him, Gui Xiao couldn't move his legs.

He had a sour nose and didn't have time to say hello to his classmates and walked along the big downhill cart. Lu Chen knew that this was the gate of her high school. So many people looked at it, and did not do extra intimacy. She took her car and stepped on: "Come up." Gui Xiao jumped up obediently and dragged his cotton jacket from behind A corner.

The two were in the middle of school, and rode away.

Lu Chen was not familiar with it, and Gui Xiao was afraid that it would be troublesome to be seen by acquaintances outside, so the two went to open a room.

He went upstairs first. She followed the elevator and entered the room. It was silly to see the big white bed sheet ... But Lu Chen went around in the room and went out. After a while, she hugged A bag full of KFC. She ate, he looked.

She didn't do anything. When she was full, she would collect the garbage on the table: "Go home." Instead, she was reluctant to leave, stayed and stayed, and consumed more than eight o'clock. The two people in the hotel room didn't even do it. Instead, they kissed and kissed each other at the wind vent when they took their bicycles in the corner of the flower bed downstairs.

The half-height evergreen leaf vines in the flower bed turned upside down, and the shadows were chilly and deserted.

Gui Xiao was blown away by the wind and wanted to cry, reluctant. Lu Chen pulled off her cotton suit and wrapped her around her chest, shielding her from the wind, and pressing her chin on her forehead: "Don't you say it's okay? You won't break up."

"When can I finish reading the book," she shed tears, "how can't I read it, my mother also said that I should read a PhD ... how old I was then ..."

PhD? Lu Chen thought about Haidong's words: "You look good on a dog's tail grass, don't look at me, I'm not as good as you, I'm an ugly dog ​​tail. To be honest with you, you There is a big gap with Guixiao, and it will be bigger in the future. Do n’t believe it, there are always times when you ca n’t carry it. ”

Afterwards, I remembered that day, there were only two thoughts. I knew that it was the last time I met before the break up, and that was how much I loved her at that time, and she couldn't bear to touch her with a finger.

He turned around and walked in the wind, Gui Xiao crying all the way.

When he got home, he locked himself in the room, piled on the quilt at the corner of the bed and the windowsill, and cried. She refused to eat, and her mother called to say that she wasn't good enough to reflect on the exam. When the hands were pointing at two o'clock in the morning, she remembered that there was still no math homework. Open the schoolbag, and a pile of textbooks is stuffed with folders and boxes in the corner.

Under the small 20-watt lamp, she spread out the folders ... it was his pencil drawing.

It was painted last winter. She wobbled a VCD in front of the TV, pulled out the details of the disc with her fingers, the shadow of a person under the lamp, and the generous room, with a table and chairs that were as clear as old photos. . And the picture is rolled with a MOTO flip phone like him, and the plastic film has not been removed-

Later, Gui Xiao's father sniffed early love with this phone.

At that time, he was already a soldier, and his father was extremely ridiculous: all the promising children were admitted to the military academy. After graduating from the military academy, they went to Qingbei for a graduate student. Obviously, like Lu Yanchen, he was running away from life. He didn't think about anything, and he couldn't get into the military academy but he wanted to be a soldier.

His father asserted that he would not be able to retire and return home after two years.

Judging by her sixteen-year-old experience, she couldn't argue with her father, but Lu Yanchen in her heart was not so useless.

He has many advantages.

Don't complain, the goal is clear, treat everyone with good intentions, and for his own life, no matter how hard you fall, you can get up and go straight. Even if there is no love, being with a clean story and being with someone will be like getting a small camphor pill that was thrown to the corner of the closet by your family when you were young. It is moisture-proof, moth-proof and anti-deterioration.