Paper Plane - Chapter 100

Hearing what Yang Xuan said, Tang Junhe stopped talking. He was used to cooperating with Yang Xuan when he was young, and it is the same now.

He could sense Yang Xuan’s desire for him, not only because of the cold shower that made him want to shiver just now. He knew from a young age that Yang Xuan had a desire for him, and he once wanted to use this desire to get close to Yang Xuan and please him.

He couldn’t fall asleep with his eyes closed, and then thought of that photo and the white T-shirt wrapped under the camouflage uniform. It was obviously just a simple old thing, but it involved a long-standing memory. That made him suddenly realize that Yang Xuan’s affection for him in the past ten years was like unfathomable sea water, accompanied by the two old things, slowly and quietly revealing the tip of the iceberg.

Tang Junhe wanted to pull out his hand to cover Yang Xuan with the quilt, but as soon as he moved, Yang Xuan grasped him consciously, and said in a low voice, “Can’t sleep?”

“A little bit,” Tang Junhe turned over rustlingly, looked at him and asked, “Brother, are you cold?”

“It’s not cold.” Yang Xuan said so, but Tang Junhe still pulled the quilt to cover him, and then he didn’t take back his hand, but embraced Yang Xuan just like this movement of covering the quilt, and put his face on his shoulder .

Perhaps because of sleeping outside, Yang Xuan’s body temperature was very cold, so Tang Junhe tightened his arms and hugged him tighter. He noticed that Yang Xuan’s body froze for a moment, and after a few seconds, he pulled out an arm, passed it under his neck, turned over, hugged him as well, then lowered his head and kissed the hair on his forehead.

When Tang Junhe closed his eyes again, he thought, what his mother Tang Xiaonian said was right, it was too lonely to be alone.

The next morning, after Tang Junhe woke up, he began to tidy up Tang Xiaonian’s belongings. Tang Xiaonian’s things were neatly placed in the closet, mostly clothes, and he didn’t need to do too much tidying up.

When he was carrying these relics to the bed, a notebook fell out of the stack of clothes and hit his toes, which hurt a little, but he didn’t care, squatted down to pick up the notebook, and flipped through it casually.

There was a photo in the middle of the book, and he took it out to look at it. It was a photo of Tang Xiaonian and Yang Chengchuan when he was young, and it had turned yellow. In the photo, the two are head to head, Yang Chengchuan is in full bloom, and Tang Xiaonian is bright and moving. Tang Junhe stared at Tang Xiaonian in the photo for a long time, he had never seen such a happy expression on Tang Xiaonian’s face.

“How’s the cleaning going?” Yang Xuan leaned sideways and asked.

“Oh…it’s almost ready.” Tang Junhe came back to his senses, and put away the photo without letting Yang Xuan see it.

The cemetery was quickly selected. On the day Tang Xiaonian was buried, Tang Junhe wept silently and burned her belongings one by one. At the end of the day, the photo he carried on his body Didn’t take it out either. He had selfish intentions, and wanted Tang Xiaonian to leave alone, start over when he went to another place, and stop getting involved with Yang Chengchuan.

The photo on the tombstone was chosen by Tang Junhe. Tang Xiaonian, who was in her early twenties, was wearing that **** dress with a bright smile. It was probably the happiest time in her life.

In the end, Tang Junhe knelt down and kowtowed three times to Tang Xiaonian. When he stood up again, he realized that all the entanglements between him and Tang Xiaonian were completely over, and he really would not have a mother in the future.

The cemetery is located in the suburbs, and the wind is a bit strong. Tang Junhe stood up and stared at the photo for a while, then turned his face to Yang Xuan who had been with him all the time and said, brother, let’s go.

In the desolate and solemn cemetery, two people held hands, neither of them spoke, they walked to the entrance of the cemetery in silence.

After finishing all the funeral affairs, I went to visit Chen Xing’s house again before leaving Runcheng.

When Chen Xing’s wife heard that the two were coming, she cleaned up the house inside and out in advance. As soon as the two arrived, she came out of the kitchen and sighed that she had grown up.

“Your Uncle Chen always mentioned you two to Xiaoshu, saying how independent Xiaoxuan was when she was her age, and how good Junhe was at studying. Oh, Xiaoshu complained to him, saying, who made you unable to give birth to someone like him?” ?” Mrs. Chen said with a smile.

Xiaoshu is Chen Xing’s child. She is a sophomore in high school this year. When she saw Yang Xuan and Tang Junhe coming over, she stopped doing her homework on weekends. She came out of the room and hid on the sofa to look at them secretly.

“This is brother Yang Xuan, this is brother Jun He,” Mrs. Chen introduced to her daughter, “I met brother Yang Xuan before, do you remember?”

Xiaoshu nodded timidly.

“Grow up.” Yang Xuan said.

“You have grown up, and she has grown up too.” Mrs. Chen greeted, “Sit down, you sit on the sofa.”

Yang Xuan sat down and said, “I’m more beautiful than when I was a child.”

“If you say that, she will be so happy.” Mrs. Chen smiled, and then said, “You can ask brother any questions about study and life. You guys are talking, and I’m going to cook.”

Xiaoshu wanted to ask but didn’t dare to ask. When Mrs. Chen went back to the kitchen to cook, she blushed and asked curiously, “Brother, were you in the same class at that time?”

Yang Xuan was turning his head to talk to Chen Xing, Tang Junhe looked at her and nodded.

“Is it No. 1 Middle School?”

Tang Junhe nodded again: “Yes.”

Xiao Shu pursed her lips as soon as she heard this, and muttered softly: “Why are all the boys in our class crooked?”

Mrs. Chen cooked a table full of good dishes, and Chen Xing was also in high spirits. He opened a bottle of white wine on the table and poured a glass for Yang Xuan and Tang Junhe.

“I was not an adult when I left. I couldn’t drink it at that time, but now I can drink it openly.” Chen Xing picked up the glass and said, “Come on, have a drink first.”

Tang Junhe picked up the wine glass to drink, but Yang Xuan stretched out his hand to press his wrist, and said to Chen Xing, “Uncle Chen, let me drink with you, he doesn’t know how to drink.”

Tang Junhe thought for a while, and let go of the hand holding the wine glass. Obviously Yang Xuan knows that he can drink, but he always blocks him in front of outsiders. Thinking about it, maybe Yang Xuan doesn’t like him drinking.

What’s the point of smoking but not drinking? Tang Junhe couldn’t figure it out, but he didn’t insist.

Probably he did look like he didn’t know how to drink. Chen Xing believed it, and didn’t try to persuade him much, but said, “Just take a symbolic drink, okay? I’ll drink the rest with Xiaoxuan.”

Tang Junhe took a sip as he said. He is not greedy, but he doesn’t hate drinking. For a while, he liked the feeling of being slightly drunk. When he stood up, the world was spinning, as if the world could turn upside down.

Chen Xing had been in the government for many years, so he was naturally good at drinking, Yang Xuan didn’t spoil his interest, he poured out the wine and drank it straight away, never rejecting anyone who came, Chen Xing was very happy to drink.

Even though he knew that the gunshot wound on Yang Xuan’s right chest had healed and he didn’t delay drinking, Tang Junhe was still a little worried. When he saw that Chen Xing wanted to open another bottle of liquor when a bottle of liquor was about to run out, he reminded Yang Xuan in a low voice : “Don’t drink too much, be careful of the wound.”

The words were addressed to Yang Xuan, but the volume was well controlled to ensure that Chen Xing could also hear them.

When Chen Xing heard this, he really stopped moving: “I forgot all about it when I was happy, is the gunshot wound okay? Has it healed?”

“It’s okay,” Yang Xuan said, “It’s been done long ago.”

Mrs. Chen also persuaded: “It’s fine to drink so much, don’t keep trying to persuade you to drink, Xiaoxuan is sensible and won’t show you face.”

In fact, both of them drank too much, but Chen Xing became more talkative after drinking too much, while Yang Xuan became less talkative.

After dinner, it was past nine o’clock in the evening. Chen Xing was too drunk to drive them off, and insisted on sending them downstairs to take a taxi.

“It’s a ten-minute journey, let’s walk back,” Yang Xuan said, “Don’t send it off.” He spoke and acted the same as usual, and it was impossible to tell whether he was drunk or not from the surface.

Tang Junhe didn’t realize that Yang Xuan was really drunk until he went down the stairs. Because when they reached the first floor, Yang Xuan suddenly stopped and leaned against the wall of the corridor and said, “Wait a minute, I’m a little dizzy.”

Tang Junhe stood in front of him, looked up at him and said, “How about taking a taxi?”

“No, it’s enough to blow the air while walking,” Yang Xuan stretched out his hand and pulled him into his arms and said, “Come here and let me hug you for a while.”

Tang Junhe leaned his head on his shoulder, and he felt that Yang Xuan hugged him very hard, as if he was trying to embed him into his body.

Yang Xuan’s head was slightly lowered, and his alcoholic breath brushed against his ears, making his ears hot and red.

The corridor was quiet and no one passed by. They hugged for an unknown amount of time, until a car passed by outside the corridor and a short honking horn sounded. Then Yang Xuan let go of him, took his hand to push the door and walked out.

The night wind was very cool, the two of them didn’t speak for a while, and walked forward slowly, the new leaves on the branches rustled above their heads.

Passing by a pharmacy, Tang Junhe stopped and said that he would go in to buy anti-alcohol medicine: “You sit here and wait for me, I will come out soon.” There was a wooden bench by the roadside, and he thought Yang Xuan could sit on it to rest.

After he finished speaking, when he was about to turn around, Yang Xuan pulled his arm: “By the way, buy a pack of cigarettes.”

“Yes.” Tang Junhe responded, walking towards the pharmacy.

I bought a box of hangover granules from the pharmacy, and bought a pack of Dunhill from the tobacconist next door. When I came out, Yang Xuan didn’t sit on the bench, but leaned slightly back against the side not far away. wall, turned to look in his direction.

The street lights were not too bright, emitting a dim yellow light, and the place where Yang Xuan was standing was blocked by the wall behind him, making him hidden in the darkness.

Tang Junhe walked towards him, and when he approached Yang Xuan, Yang Xuan’s eyes kept falling on him, and he found that his heartbeat was still uncontrollable, this feeling was exactly the same as when he was young, faintly apprehensive, and faintly expecting.

He suppressed his emotions, walked up to Yang Xuan, and handed him the pack of cigarettes. Yang Xuan stretched out his hand, but he didn’t take the cigarette. He just stared at Tang Junhe and held his wrist towards him.

His strength was great, and Tang Junhe was pulled into his arms by him unexpectedly, and then he felt that Yang Xuan lowered his head, and with the shadow covered and the strong smell of alcohol, a kiss fell on his lips .