I've been staring at the computer screen for three hours, and finally I can click the send button. I took a long breath, closed my eyes and pinched my nose, and really stretched myself.
At this time, the news of little curly came.
"I'm at the gate of the gym. Can you pick me up? " The sound he made.
I replied: OK. Put on your coat and go out.
The gymnasium is not far, only ten minutes' walk. At the ninth minute, I saw a black shadow waving to me from a distance.
"Come?" Small curly sitting on the road pier, curled up.
"coming." I walked up to him and answered him.
"Can I come to your house?" Little curly straightened up. Long hands and long legs. Today's children seem to be developing well.
I said "yes".
"Don't ask why?" Small curly upturned face asked.
"What's the reason?" I asked slowly.
Little curly swished to stand up, patted the dust on his ass and said, "I just had a fight with someone on the basketball court, and I was in a bad mood and didn't want to go back to school."
The room was fully heated and curly took off his coat. I just noticed some shoe prints on the sweatshirt in my coat. He took off his sweatshirt and stood naked.
"Uncle, do you think my back is hurt?"
There is a fist-sized scratch on the lower back, and a piece of skin is broken. Scarlet flesh and blood stand out on fair skin, like a blooming red flower.
I went into the bedroom to get the medicine cabinet, and when I returned to the living room, Xiao Juan was already lying on the sofa, smiling at me with her head back, as gentle as a puppy.
Wipe the wound with a cotton swab stained with iodophor, and the little curly body trembled slightly.
"Does it hurt?" I asked.
"It doesn't hurt." Small curly head buried in the headrest, head jar voice jar spirit said.
I patted his ass with sterile gauze and motioned him to get up.
"Why don't you ask me why I fight?" He still asked me on his stomach.
"What can fight in the gym? It's just that you children are so strong. "
? two
I met curly in the bar.
Actually, before we met in the bar, we met in the gym.
Every Tuesday is the company's badminton team construction day. I was changing in the locker room and saw a boy with curly hair. It's hard not to notice him. He should have just taken a shower and stood naked in front of the mirror of the sink, blowing his hair and humming songs he didn't understand with great interest. When he arrived, he didn't forget to take care of the black ball between his legs with a hair dryer.
There was a gap between the two wardrobes. When he was dressing, he rubbed water drops on my arm.
After two badminton games, a group of people didn't enjoy themselves, so they organized a game to drink. I went to a famous bar in this city. Most of the bars are young people, with explosive music and ambiguous atmosphere, playing some games on the wine table that I don't understand.
I raised my glass and drank with my colleagues. I put an elbow on my back and almost spit out a mouthful of wine.
"Sorry, sorry." I turned my head angrily, and everyone behind me was smiling and apologizing to me. It turned out to be a small curly hair in the dressing room.
"Is that you?" I blurted it out.
"We know each other?" Small curly Lickitung, vaguely asked me.
I said the name of the stadium.
Small curly suddenly realized: "I remember, you are the uncle who just ate my tofu in the locker room."
I was so angry and funny that I gave him a hard look.
Colleagues thought we knew each other and asked who this was. Before I could speak, he turned the high stool around and handed me a glass of wine: "Uncle, let's go."
Music gives me a headache after three rounds of drinking. I made an excuse to light a cigarette in front of the bar.
A tall boy knelt on the grass and vomited. Seeing that he was teetering and about to fall, I reached out and grabbed his arm.
When he looked up at me, he realized, isn't this curly?
"Smoking." He said.
I handed him the cigarette I smoked twice. You're welcome. He put it in his mouth and took a heavy breath. He coughed violently before he could enjoy smoking.
"If you can't smoke, don't smoke." I took the cigarette butt out of his mouth and threw it on the ground.
? three
We have known each other since then.
We meet in the gym every week. He plays basketball and I play badminton. The venue is different and the time is different. The most common meeting place is the locker room. At eight o'clock, he finished the game and took a bath. At eight o'clock, I just went to the meeting to change clothes. Let's meet and talk. Several times, he had the cheek to ask me to take him to play badminton, but I didn't have the cheek to refuse.
I met you in the dim light of the bar, so other colleagues naturally won't remember this little curly hair. I just introduced him as the younger brother of my former company colleague.
He doesn't play badminton very much, but with strong physical strength, he runs and jumps on the court, even playing normally.
"Young is good." A colleague told me in the rest area that I don't know whether to lament myself or envy curly.
It's this kind of communication. There is no story at all. So I was a little surprised when I received his message asking me to pick him up.
I put him in the second bedroom, but he sneaked into my room.
I was startled when I ran to bed naked.
"I want to sleep with my uncle." He put his arm on the pillow and said to me.
"Don't worry, I am honest." He added.
There is no logic here, Minions.
He did sleep soundly. With an injury to his back, he slept in a prone position and soon began to snore.
The quilt is like an electric blanket spread to the largest extent. Wake up in the middle of the night by the heating, get up and turn off the heating.
When I woke up again, it was still dark.
The room temperature is low, but the body is warm. I found myself hugging curly. Subconsciously want to withdraw your hand, but never take action.
Little curly slept soundly, and two bright red lips trembled slightly with breathing.
His body is a little too hot.
four
When curly woke up, I had already finished breakfast.
He leaned out of the bedroom and saw me drawing in the living room.
I squinted at him and said, "Sandwiches and milk are in the refrigerator. We can eat them in the microwave."
He still didn't use the microwave, picked out lettuce from the sandwich and sat next to me munching.
It was nearly noon when I looked up again, and I remembered that there was someone around me.
The milk box is empty, and you still have the sandwich bag. That's what curly looks like. I have been painting oil for three hours.
"Not cold?" He is still wearing only a pair of shorts.
"It's hot." Small curly scratched his head.
"Uncle, how do you usually spend the weekend?" Small curly asked.
"When you are not socializing, you can read books, watch movies, and this." I tapped a few times on the drawing board with an oil pen.
I thought he would say boring, but I didn't expect him to say "cool."
"Can you draw me?" Small curly suddenly said.
After dinner, curly said he wanted to go to the movies. I took out my mobile phone to see what new movies were released recently.
"Let's just watch it at home." He said.
He chose an urban romantic comedy that was popular some time ago. In my opinion, this is a boring and emotional story. He smiled and his eyes were red.
"It's really a little boy." I said to myself.
After watching the movie, he asked me, "Do you think it's good?"
"Not bad." I said.
He showed a skeptical expression.
His cell phone rang.
"Where is it? Send a message and don't return, hurry over, the third game. " He turned on the speaker unscrupulously, and a male voice came from the mobile phone.
"Fuck, I forgot, here I am." Little curly hung up the phone in a hurry and ran into the bedroom to get dressed. Yeah, he hangs around my house in shorts all day.
"Today is my third birthday, and this past is ruined." He said as he got dressed.
"When you were watching a movie, your cell phone kept ringing. You should read the information earlier. " I said.
"It is a basic respect for movies not to watch mobile phones while watching movies." When curly said this, I was a little ashamed. I answered the phone twice and sent five messages throughout the movie.
"What movie would you like to see today if I'm not here?" He stood at the door and began to put on his shoes.
"Children of Jianghu."
"Is it like the young danger in the old Hong Kong movies? My dad used to be cute. " He clenched his fist and waved it twice in the air.
I am happy: "Let's go."
He cocked his head and said, "Uncle, you watched my favorite movie with me this time, and I will watch it with you next time."
After he left, I went on to see the Jianghu children. A few minutes later, his message came: "Uncle, don't peek yet."
I know this is a joke-like promise, but I really didn't read it any more.
Maybe because of this promise, I can't watch this movie for a long time. Unexpectedly, little curly really came next week.
five
He sent me a message. I was in a hotel.
"You're not at home?" He asked in a text message. The little boy unexpectedly found my house with great familiarity.
"Still in social parties, I don't know when it will end. Go back first. " There was no reply after the message was sent.
Having said that, I still have expectations in my heart. I started pretending to be drunk and clamoring to go home. But after some tossing, it has been two hours since I got home.
There was no one in front of the door, but I felt a little inexplicably lost. I didn't open the door in a hurry, so I leaned against the door and lit a cigarette. I haven't smoked twice, and a head is stuck in front of me.
"Uncle, are you waiting for me?" Little curly smiled a little smugly.
"Who said I was waiting for you? Just want to smoke a cigarette. "
"Do you remember the way after you came once?" I then asked.
Little curly grinned at me: "I had a sense of direction when I was young." You're not afraid of me pestering you, are you? "
I hit him on the head.
Throw away the cigarette in my hand and crush it with the sole of my shoe. I came into the house with a little curly hair.
When I turned on the light, I realized that little curly had changed.
"Where's your curly hair?" I asked. The curly hair on his head is gone, replaced by a neat hook.
"This is called tinfoil ironing, not curly." Small curly (as it is called, I'm used to it) rubbed his hair and said, "It's been permed for two months, and it's like frying my hair when I wash it, so I just cut it." Is it more handsome? "
"More handsome." I perfunctory he said.
"It's ten o'clock now, and I can't go back to school after watching the movie. This time, I stayed because of you. " Small curly said.
? We snuggled up on the sofa and watched the agreed movie.
"All corners of the country" in KTV, the national dance at the funeral, the town that disappeared because of the rising water level, the woman who fled by motorcycle in the rainstorm, and the silence between men and women in the dark small hotel. Jia still uses his unique perspective and narrative style to construct his own Jianghu world and his children's affair.
"Will you feel a little bored?" At the end of the movie, I asked Mao.
"I feel quite good." Little curly looked at me and said.
The floor lamp in the room is turned on. But there are two kinds of light in his eyes.
We started kissing.
It was a long kiss, which lasted from the beginning to the end of the movie.
A whole song.
I pushed him away when his hand was about to continue exploring.
"I have an internship next semester and have the opportunity to go to Shanghai. Do you think I should stay in this city or go to Shanghai? " He put his hand on my neck and asked an inappropriate question.
"Shanghai." I speak very softly.
"Don't you want me to stay here?" Small curly asked again.
"You are still young, don't stay here." I said.
He nodded deadpan and then asked, "Are you afraid of being responsible for me?"
"I am not afraid of being responsible for you, but I am afraid that I will not be responsible for you."
He burst into laughter. "Uncle, you are so serious."
Lying in bed that night, Xiao Juan leaned over my chest and asked me, "Why didn't Binbin pick her up when Jojo got out of prison?" Is Binbin really with Lin Jiayan? "
I rubbed Xiao Juan's smooth cheek and said, "What you want to know now will be known later."
six
Then there is a long vacation that belongs to him and not to me.
He returned to his hometown. There is a lovely grandmother at home. He took a photo of her with a beauty camera, and her wrinkles were almost smoothed out. There is a Keji at home, and the way he smirked at the camera with Keji in his arms is quite cute.
These are what I saw in his circle of friends.
At twelve o'clock on New Year's Eve, I received a phone call from Xiao Juan.
"Happy New Year, Uncle!" The voice from the phone is very light and happy. Some other words may have been said, but most of them were drowned in the noisy firecrackers.
Hang up the phone, I stood at the window and looked at my city. There is a fire jumping in the distance of sight, so it is too far to see clearly.
At the end of February, he sent me a message: "Come and see me play a game tonight. Old time and old place. " I used declarative sentences without permission.
The small curly hair on the court wears loose ball clothes, revealing strong and symmetrical arms and calves. I bought two bottles of drinks and sat in the stands.
The squeak of basketball shoes rubbing the floor and the fierce hiss of players made me a little trance.
I remember sitting quietly in the stands and watching a long basketball game by myself. But that was many years ago. At that time, I was still young and felt that life was still long and there was plenty of time to waste, so I was willing to spend this time doing something that now seems to be consuming my life.
It suddenly occurred to me that someone spent three hours quietly watching me finish painting.
On the way home, there were obviously more pedestrians on the street than during the Spring Festival. This is not an immigrant city. They may disappear in winter to grow more vigorously in spring. One side of the road is being renovated. I don't know if it's because of pipeline repair or something. An ice cream bucket was enclosed, reflecting a faint yellow fluorescence under the street lamp.
I walked side by side with curly. What he said and what I answered.
"This is the last basketball game, and we will go to training tomorrow." When I went downstairs to my house, little curly said to me.
"Shanghai?" I asked.
"Shanghai." He said.
"I'm not going up." He said again.
"I haven't given you that painting yet."
"Here you are. Just take a look if you miss me. "
Then he patted me on the shoulder pretending to be chic: "Take care, uncle. I'm leaving. "
Entering the room, a framed oil painting leans against the porch. I was going to give it to him, but it was returned. The picture shows a boy with curly hair, lying half naked on the sofa. The light was soft that afternoon, and the sun shone on his face. My young face and bright smile almost burned my eyes. I was distracted several times on the way to painting, and he certainly didn't see it.
I went to the window and saw a figure still standing under the street lamp looking at me.
I quickly hid in the shadow of the curtain.
How can a thirty-year-old man's tears be seen by a little boy?