Cāi Cāi - Chapter 81

Act 10, “In the Rain” 6

When Tan Yiming closed his account and hurried back to the dining table, he sensitively found that the atmosphere between Xiangchai and Yao Yin was a bit strange.

The two were just enthusiastic and harmonious, but now they are like a pool of standing water. Even if a cotton falls on it, it will sink to the bottom.

If you look closely at Tan Yiming, you will find that Xiang Guai’s face is marked with the words “Being a Thief’s Gua”, and Yao Yin is playful, as if he knew something interesting.

“It’s getting late.” Tan Yiming pulled up to guess, “We’re going home.”

He acted like a second-year youth who deliberately displayed his stress, biting his “home”.

“Home” is a wonderful word. Whenever you read this note, the corners of each person’s mouth will involuntarily be pulled apart on both sides, forming an approximate smile expression.

Tan Yiming likes this title. Before Xiangguai came in, it was just a house that required him to repay the loan every month, but now, Xiangguai filled it with white roses, spider plants, ceramic mugs, and old dance shoes, let it Became a “home”.

Now he and Xiang Gu are going home.

Tan Yiming deliberately held Xiang Guai’s hand in front of Yao Yin. He was well-prepared. If he flung away his hand thinly to Gua Gu, he would treat it as “inadvertently touching “Absolutely.”

But—Xiang Guai actually held the man’s palm back.

Not just holding hands in common, but fingers intertwined. The boy used his fingertips to open the fingers of Tan Yiming, and slowly but firmly incorporated the temperature of his palm into Tan Yiming’s palm.

Tan Yiming’s face remained calm, but if a heartbeat engine were brought to him now, the speed of his heart could definitely push human technology to take a big step forward.

He even wondered if all of this was his own hallucination. He subconsciously tightened his fingers, squeezed his little hand to guess, and then squeezed again.

Xiang Guai’s response was to hold him tighter with a heavier intensity.

The palm is close to the palm, and the pulse is connected to the pulse. Tan Yiming felt that his soul was full at this moment, and he had never been more satisfied than he is now.

Tan Yiming didn’t know why Xiang Guai, who had been faltering before, would have accepted his offer so suddenly; he didn’t know what exactly Xiang Xiang and Yao Yin had talked about in the few minutes he left . But he couldn’t bother to think about those things anymore, and now he just wanted to go home-take his guess home.

Tan Yiming didn’t even remember how he said goodbye to Yao Yin.

He faintly led Xiang Gu back to the parking lot. He held him tightly along the way, as if he was holding a beautiful balloon that could fly to the sky at any time.

The snow was falling and growing, from the beginning of the small broken snow into a large swath of snowflakes.

On the way home, many people have been unable to stand and set off fireworks. Looking out of the car window to Guessing God, he saw those purple, red, and gold fireworks piercing the sky, penetrating the snow curtain, lighting up a night sky, and lighting the road.

And they drove towards the place where the fireworks rose.

…

The living room was bright.

Tan Yiming was too hurried to go out and forgot to turn off the light in the living room. The hot pot ingredients he had prepared in advance were laid on the table, and the vegetables were washed away one by one and piled neatly on a plate. The shabu-shabu also stewed the mushroom soup base he had prepared before leaving the house. Now he has jumped to the heat preservation position, and the whole house is filled with a mellow thick soup aroma.

All this makes the whole room full of fresh home atmosphere.

Dabao, who was sleeping in the incubator, heard the movement of the door. He opened his eyes lazily and glanced at the two masters. The long tail flickered, and he plunged into his dreamland.

The two squeezed out of the porch to take off their jackets, and they were afraid of the cold. The down jacket they bought was 80% full, making him look like a fragrant fluffy bread.

Because of the snow, both feet were covered with slush. The white tile floor was stepped on, and Tan Yiming quickly took the mop and wiped it out.

Xiang Gui walked to the restaurant and saw a pile of hot pot ingredients on the table. He thought about the indigestible dinner that he had eaten in the restaurant just now, and his heart twitched again.

Xiang Gu asked, “Do you want to put away the vegetables on the table?”

Tan Yiming asked him: “Are you just full at the restaurant?”

“…” Xiang Gu blushed and shook his head.

Tan Yiming laughed, frankly that he was not full.

But it’s very late now. If we eat hot pot again now, we must be unable to sleep at night.

So Tan Yiming simply took the stew of the mushroom soup he had stewed with two strands of noodles, served with fatty beef slices, tofu, various fish **** and shrimp balls. Before he got out of the pot, he grabbed the greens and threw them for decoration … In ten minutes, two bowls of steaming supper were prepared.

Late at night, the two were sitting side by side at the dining table, rubbing their arms with their thighs against their thighs …

Swear to Guess, this is the most delicious bowl of noodles he has ever eaten.

The noodles were hot, and he whispered while eating.

Tan Yiming turned his head to look at him, and gradually, he couldn’t even eat the contents of his bowl.

One room, two people, three meals and four seasons, Tan Yiming knew that this was the life he longed for.

Xiang Gui certainly knew that Tan Yiming was watching him. He remembered his bold speech in front of Yao Yin, and that shyness surged up again. Xiang Gua dare not look back, but can only put noodles in his mouth one by one. His forehead was sweating, and his ear tips, cheeks, and even his nose were red.

Tan Yiming teased him intentionally: “So hot?”

“Not hot,” Xiang Guai stuttered. “Yes, it’s too spicy.”

But there was no chili in the noodles. Having only heard that alcohol is not intoxicating, Xiang Guai is simply a new generation of idealistic philosophers.

After supper, Xiang Guaibu rushed back to his room.

Tan Yiming stopped him and asked him to wait.

“I have a gift for you,” the man said softly. “It’s not something valuable, but I think you should use it.”

He took out a large bag, heavy and bulging.

After taking a look at Guai, it was unexpectedly found that the entire bag was filled with a bag of plastic soup packed in Chinese medicine.

Xiang Gu asked blankly, “What is this? Is it a tonic?”

He felt that he was in good health and did not need to drink Chinese medicine tonic.

“It’s not for drinking.” Tan Yiming laughed. “Don’t you often have cold feet? The place where I went for a business trip this time, a local Chinese medicine store is very famous. I talked with the old doctor in the hall. Symptoms, let him prescribe some medicine for you. Here are thirty packs. They have been boiled in advance and filtered the slag. They can be poured into the hot water of the feet every night to expel coldness and strengthen bones. “

Talking, the man took a pack of medicine soup from the bag, and turned upside down in his hand, and said, “… I don’t know your specific illness, the doctor said, you try it for a month, if it doesn’t work, He adjusted his prescription. “

This pack of medicine soup alone is half a catty, and a full 30 packs can’t be put on the plane. Tan Yiming changed to sit on the high-speed rail and carried them back by pure physical strength.

Tan Yiming knew clearly that Xiang Gu’s cold feet were related to the crisscross scars on his feet. A dozen shocking scars covered his skin, and the longest one struck across his feet. Tan Yiming couldn’t imagine what Xiang Xiang had experienced.

Although he could not ask, he could observe. Xiang Guiming was only in his early twenties, but he was extremely afraid of cold. In summer, even if the air conditioner is turned on a little lower, he has to put on socks. In winter, he would even put on two layers of wool socks in plush boots.

Xiang Gu loves to dance, but his feet cannot make him a dancer.

Tan Yiming felt sorry for him and pity him. So the man brought these Chinese herbal soups a short distance away just to ease the pain on Xiang Gui’s feet.

When Xiang Gui just got the gift, there was a blank smirk in the corner of his mouth. But when he understood the effect of the medicine soup, the smile on the corner of his mouth gradually disappeared.

He stared blankly at the gift in his arms, thirty packets of medicinal soup, thirty can’t be saved, thirty sentences of unexplainable care and tenderness.

Xiang Gui once thought that he had “looked away” from the injuries on his feet. His rehabilitation is quite successful; he has been taking calcium supplements for these years; in summer he will also wear flip-flops like his peers; … he is no longer on his feet as he was five years ago Injured.

But in this second, when he was facing the medicine soup, he seemed to see himself crying and waking up in the hospital bed.

It turns out … the fragile, helpless teenager has never left.

…

Xiang Gu was sitting on the sofa, his pajamas pulled his calf. He carefully tested the temperature of the water in the basin, which was a little hot but comfortable.

He slipped his feet out of the plush slippers, took off his furry socks, and his pale feet were exposed to the light.

The medicinal soup was added in advance in the water, and the dark brown soup turned pale brown, and the air was filled with a breath of Chinese herbal medicine.

Tan Yiming squatted beside the basin, watching Xiang Gui put his scarred feet into the medicine soup.

“His …” The boy took a subconscious breath.

“It’s hot?” Tan Yiming asked quickly.

“It’s a bit hot, but it should be fine in a while.” Xiang Guai was not used to being stared at by Tan Yiming. He was a little nervous, and his right foot was stomped and his left foot was instep.

But Tan Ming misunderstood his movements, “It hurts?”

“How could it be.” Xiang Guai helpless, “This is an old injury many years ago, where does it itch? In fact, you don’t have to be so nervous, it only hurts when it rains or snows.”

This is the sequelae of the fracture. Even if the bones grow well, there will be faint pain around the wound when it is cloudy. In particular, a scar like Xiang Gui pressed the scar, and the pain was like piercing his feet into an ice cave, biting his heart.

“Rain, snow …” Tan muttered.

——It’s snowing tonight.

In the eyes of ordinary people, snowing on New Year’s Eve is romantic, but for Xiang Guai, it is torture that is put on his feet every second.

Tan Yiming also remembered that before “First Love Is Now”, there was a stage accident, and Xiang Gui flew from Chengdu to Huacheng for emergency. On the day of landing, there was heavy rain in Huacheng. Xiang Gu guessed that there was no one-minute rest after the theater. After putting on makeup, he hurried to the stage and sang for another two hours. Finally, the dance had a difficult coefficient …

Tan Yiming asked him: “How did you stick to it? Don’t you hurt?”

“It hurts, of course it hurts.” Xiang Guai smiled. “But it hurts a lot, and I’m used to it.”

He was like a little mermaid walking on the tip of a knife. He was used to smiling and pain.

Tan Yiming’s throat rolled and he gave a heavy choke.

“Do you know how many bones there are in a person’s feet?” The boy looked down and looked at his feet calmly. He stooped down, palm into the soup. He asked himself: “26.”

The medicine soup is translucent light brown, and it can be clearly seen that the boy’s fingers slowly rested on the longest scar on his right foot.

Xiang Gu’s finger pressed on the second metatarsal bone. “It’s broken in three.”

Then there are the feet. “Here are two nails.”

Followed by the heel. “The comminuted root bone fracture, the doctor just picked the bone **** for a long time.”

He slowly moved his hand up again and landed on his ankle. “Here the bones are thick, and it hurts when the weather is cold.”

In the end, he wrapped his hands around his ankles and rubbed his Achilles tendon with his thumb: “The operation in this position was done in two games. The first game failed and the second game made me stand up again.”

This is the first time he has mentioned the past to others. He thought he would cry and his teeth would tremble … but not, nothing.

His tone was calm, so calm that he was telling the story of others.

He talked a lot. He talked about quarreling families, parents who owed gambling debts, and the accident car that hit him and ran over his feet repeatedly.

He used to be the pride of the school. He was affectionately called the little ballet prince by his classmates, but when he awoke from the bed, he lost everything.

That year, Xiang Gui fell from the sky to the bottom of the valley. He was clearly a swan that could soar the sky, but he forgot how to flap his wings.

Tan Yiming looked at Xiang Guai’s face and wanted to wipe his tears for him, but found that the person who cried was actually himself.

He was wondering if he had done something wrong. He shouldn’t rush to give the gift, and he shouldn’t provoke the boy’s bitter memories.

“When I transferred to the song and dance profession, I was actually a little bit arrogant.” Xiang Gui said with a mockery, “For me who can no longer dance ballet, the song and dance profession is good at dancing and dancing, so I stepped back. I chose it. “

“But …” Xiangchai stood up and looked at Tan Yiming’s eyes. “You made me realize that the voice can also convey emotions.”

The sound of crying, the sound of laughter, the sound of happiness, the sound of pain.

Seventeen-year-old Xiang Guai was moved by Wang Qingyun’s voice. He listened to his voice every night to fall asleep, imitating the tone of his lines, fantasizing that he would perform a sad and happy break on the stage.

It was Wang Qingyun who took the young man out of the predicament of life. He put on dancing shoes, he participated in Billie Eliot’s selection, he failed, and he accepted his imperfect self.

Wang Qingyun brought the guess to the heart for the first time. In the lonely years, it may not be true love-but it is the embryonic form of love.

And now that egg has hatched.

The boy in ballet shoes walked five years. He grew from youth to youth, he grew from inferiority to self-confidence.

He appeared in front of Tan Yiming, and he showed him everything.

And Xiang Guai wants nothing but–

“Can you accept me like this?” Asked Xiang Gui softly. He lifted his right foot out of the cold water basin, wetly, and stepped directly on Tan Yiming’s knee, leaving a dark watermark.

Xiang Guai said, “I have no family, but I have two or three confidantes, and countless pairs of dance shoes worn. I have been in love, but I do n’t know how to run a relationship. I have been hurt, not just on my feet. , More in my heart. “

Xiang Gu also said, “I’m actually impulsive and naive, but sometimes I’m terribly scared.”

Xiang Gu finally said, “I’m not good at all, I’m not the proud and excellent little swan in your heart at all.”

Tan Yiming’s answer was to hold up his bruised right foot and kiss him solemnly.

The hot kiss fell on the toes of Xiang Gu, and on his feet and ankles.

He kissed the cascading scars on his feet, the marks left by the torture of years.

“I love you.” Tan Yiming replied, “Of course I love you, all of you.”

Tan Yiming was never in love with the little swan flying high in the sky.

——It’s the guess that still yearns for the sky even if it is covered with dust and falls into the abyss.

The author has something to say: I guess, someone will accompany you in the future.

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