Paper Plane

The midsummer evening wind carried a bit of coolness, and it blew past the two of them, making Yang Xuan's white shirt slightly bulge. Tang Junhe sat in the back seat of the car, moved his face forward, and stuck it to the thin layer of fabric.

He could smell the faint smell of tobacco coming from Yang Xuan's body, mixed with the refreshing smell of laundry detergent, it was the good smell he was familiar with. Did Yang Xuan smoke again today? Tang Junhe looked at the speeding traffic on the road and thought, is it because he was disqualified from admission by the provincial team? Would he regret his impulsiveness that evening?

When the two stepped into the house back and forth, Yang Chengchuan was sitting on the single sofa beside him with a sullen face. When he saw them coming back, he pointed to the long sofa on the side: "Come here and explain things clearly after changing your shoes." .”

Tang Xiaonian came up to help Tang Junhe take off his schoolbag, put it on the shoe rack next to him, looked at him and whispered, "Don't tell me about such a big matter."

Tang Junhe didn't answer, followed behind Yang Xuan, walked to the sofa, and sat down next to him.

Yang Chengchuan pointed to Yang Xuan, frowned and said, "Yang Xuan first tell me what happened that day."

Yang Xuan thought for a few seconds, but before he could speak, Tang Junhe next to him said first: "Let me speak."

Yang Chengchuan didn't speak, and agreed by default.

"I...Yang Xuan beat that man up to help me," Tang Junhe clasped his hands together uncomfortably, pinching the skin on the back of his hand with his nails, "then he ran away , ran to the traffic lights..."

"Be clear, cause and effect," Yang Chengchuan interrupted him, "Why did that Zhou Lin come to you again after so many years?"

"He has been following me." Tang Junhe said with lowered eyes, "Since the age of 10, he has been following me for six years."

Hearing what he said, Tang Xiaonian opened his eyes wide in shock, and looked at him: "Why didn't you tell me, kid?"

"Don't interrupt." Yang Chengchuan glanced at Tang Xiaonian with a very bad expression, and then continued to ask Tang Junhe with a frown, "Since you know that he is always following you, why did you go to the demolition area?"

Tang Junhe pinched the skin on the back of his hand until it turned red. After a long silence, he raised his head and said to Yang Chengchuan, "I can't take it anymore, I want to kill him."

Hearing this, Yang Xuan turned his head and glanced at him.

Yang Chengchuan was stunned by Tang Junhe's eyes. Hearing what he said, he was stunned for a moment, then frowned and asked, "What did you say?"

"I said," Tang Junhe repeated truthfully, "that evening, I wanted to kill Zhou Lin."

Only then did Tang Xiaonian recover from his daze, and stepped forward to slap him on the shoulder: "What nonsense are you talking about, kid!"

Yang Chengchuan was speechless for a moment, even though he had seen countless big scenes, he was also a little speechless in front of his young son who spoke surprisingly. Yang Chengchuan has never found the right way to communicate with his youngest son. He always feels that Tang Junhe is different from other children. Although his grades have always been top-notch, his personality is very problematic - withdrawn, out of gregarious, speak out The words sometimes startled people, and the eyes, which always seemed to look gloomy, like ferns growing in damp places.

No wonder there were so many suspicious points in that case, Yang Chengchuan suddenly understood, he calmed down, looked at Tang Junhe and said, "Be clear."

Tang Junhe lowered his eyes, and recounted what happened that evening from beginning to end, and finally said: "So, it has nothing to do with Yang Xuan. I caused him to lose his qualification to be admitted to the provincial team."

"Why didn't you tell me these things in advance?" Yang Chengchuan frowned deeper, "Your mother talked about you being followed, why did you deny it?"

"Do you know how absurd it is for you to do this?" Yang Chengchuan stood up anxiously, walking back and forth in the living room, "Fake a self-defense scene, thank you for thinking it out! Let's not talk about whether you can stab an adult to death , do you know the angle of the knife that someone inserts into your body, and the angle of the knife that you insert into someone else? Have you tried whether this fruit knife can stab someone to death? What if he grabs it and stabs you? "

Tears welled up in Tang Xiaonian's eyes, and he looked at Tang Junhe, wiping away his tears.

"If your brother hadn't stopped you, you would have become a murderer now, do you know that!" Yang Chengchuan was so angry that his shoulders were trembling with anger, he raised his voice and scolded him excitedly, "It's alright now, you Brother went to stop you, and blocked your own future, have you ever thought about these consequences?"

Tang Junhe listened to his reprimand in silence, without a word of excuse. After Yang Chengchuan vented his emotions, he asked loudly again: "Why didn't you tell me and let me solve this matter?"

Tang Junhe still didn't speak.

Yang Chengchuan clenched his fists and knocked heavily on the coffee table: "Speak!"

"Yang Chengchuan, you are enough!" Tang Xiaonian stood up abruptly, and yelled at him in a crying voice, "Did he tell you that you would care about you? Did I tell you about this six years ago? You are good, find someone Say a few words to the police station for me, and leave you alone..."

Yang Chengchuan was also in a bad mood. He pulled his face and said, "Don't stir up trouble, you didn't make it clear at the time."

"Don't put the pot of **** on my head," Tang Xiaonian cursed disregarding his image, "I didn't say that the perverted teacher was impure, and I didn't say that the school was protecting that Zhou Lin. Did you care? At that time, you said that children were ignorant and thought too much, and then hung up on my phone, Yang Chengchuan, you are really good at it!"

Yang Chengchuan was scolded so badly that he suppressed his anger and said, "I only had so much power at that time, and you don't even think about how long my hand can be stretched! Okay, in front of the child..."

"Okay, you were not a big official at that time, and the year before last you said you would transfer Jun He to No. 1 Middle School," Tang Xiaonian became more and more annoyed as he spoke, the anger in his heart kept pouring out, new and old debts poured out. Instead, "It's just about what you said, Yang Chengchuan, but you forgot about it when you went back, and when I asked you again, you said that the first middle school and the third middle school are the same, so why didn't you say that your eldest son was also transferred to the school?" How about you at No.3 High School!" Tang Xiaonian raised his hand to wipe away his tears, "Now that this happened, you started to blame us for delaying your eldest son's future, get the **** out of here, my son is about to be killed You are forced to become a murderer, do you know that?!"

Yang Chengchuan was distraught, at this moment he regretted how he married Tang Xiaonian, a shrew, back home, and scolded with a livid face: "Don't turn over those old accounts, just talk about the current matter now!"

"The current situation is like this. In the final analysis, this matter is your own responsibility. You don't have to blame anyone. If you want to blame it, blame yourself for not caring about it at the beginning!"

After Tang Xiaonian finished speaking, he pulled Tang Junhe and walked towards his room. The door closed, and the dull atmosphere of half an hour ago was restored in the room. Yang Chengchuan walked to the single sofa, sat down and propped his forehead, closed his eyes, and pressed his temples with his thumb.

Yang Xuan sat for a few more seconds, got up and walked towards his room.

"Do you want to eat?" Yang Chengchuan suddenly said when he walked in front of him, "Auntie cooked in the kitchen, let's eat first."

Yang Xuan paused for a moment with the hand holding the doorknob, and turned it down: "I'm not hungry yet, I'll eat later."

Entering Tang Junhe's room, Tang Xiaonian wept silently, staring at Tang Junhe.

Tang Junhe didn't speak, took a tissue box from the bedside table, and stuffed it into his mother's arms.

"Why didn't you tell me?" Tang Xiaonian asked persistently.

"It's useless to tell you," Tang Junhe muttered with his head down, "You also took a fruit knife at the time. Anyway, either you go to jail or I go to jail, it's the same."

"It's the same for everything!" Tang Xiaonian said excitedly, "You can't go to jail even if I go to jail. How old are you?"

"Minors can still be sentenced lightly." Tang Junhe turned his head and said in a low voice.

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Tang Xiaonian stretched out his hand and slapped him on the head, "Tell me if you know anything in the future, Yang Chengchuan doesn't care, I just whisper in his ear every day, I don't believe him You can ignore it. Now it's different from before, do you know that, are you stupid?"

Tang Junhe didn't respond to her words, and said after a few seconds: "I just think that I really delayed Yang Xuan's future, if he didn't stop me..."

"Everyone has their own fate," Tang Xiaonian took out a tissue to wipe away his tears, then blew his nose and said, "It might be better not to go to the provincial team, but to play basketball every day, and still be able to play like Yao Ming Yeah? They are more than two meters long."

Tang Junhe stopped talking, and Tang Xiaonian's face changed when he mentioned Yang Xuan. When a chicken talks to a duck, no one can convince the other.

Lying in bed at night, Tang Junhe suffered from insomnia again. Ever since he was called by the police to take notes that day, he has always felt faintly afraid before going to bed these days. He realized that his idea of ​​falsifying the scene of self-defense would not work. Even if he really killed Zhou Lin that day and then stabbed himself again, the police would probably find out the truth. Yang Chengchuan is right. Stabbing others with a knife and being stabbed with a knife will have two different angles and strengths. If forensic identification is made, the traces of forgery can be easily identified...

He couldn't help but think of the scene that evening. If Yang Xuan had come two minutes late—perhaps two seconds—he might have pulled out the knife.

And once he takes out the knife, he will face two different fates—either he kills Zhou Lin and becomes a real murderer, or he angers Zhou Lin, and the knife is taken away by Zhou Lin , the fate that meets him is likely to be even more terrifying than becoming a murderer...

And Yang Xuan's appearance at that moment abruptly reversed his fate.

On the contrary, he also changed Yang Xuan's fate, although the direction of change was not satisfactory... Tang Xiaonian's words did not make him feel relieved, he still felt guilty towards Yang Xuan, if Yang Xuan really went Provincial team, what will it look like? Will he slowly enter the national team, and then enter the NBA, becoming the best basketball player?

What kind of road will Yang Xuan, who was disqualified by the provincial team, take in the future? Will he have a bad life because of this... Tang Junhe secretly clenched his fists, no, he will not let Yang Xuan live well not good.

Thinking about this, Tang Junhe gradually fell asleep. In that drowsy dream, he heard the sharp braking sound that pierced his eardrums.

He ran across the demolition area full of rubble, rushed to the crossroads, and saw Zhou Lin who was crushed to a **** mess by the wheels, staring at those eyes that refused to rest in peace, and threw the last shot at him Eyes like maggots attached to bones.

The blood oozing from his forehead made that honest and harmless face look fierce and ominous, he grinned, showing a few crumbling teeth, let out the last whine from his throat, and then opened his eyes I swallowed. Although the two eyes lost their vitality, they still stared in Tang Junhe's direction...

Tang Junhe woke up in an instant, his whole body was drenched in cold sweat, his chest was panting rapidly, the ferocious face in the dream was in front of his eyes, and he couldn't get rid of it.

He sat up, picked up the cup from the bedside, went to the water dispenser in the corner to drink a cup of water, then sat for a while, and when his thoughts calmed down, he opened the door of the room, intending to go to the bathroom.

On the long strip of frosted glass embedded in the bathroom door, a slightly shaking black shadow was reflected—someone was taking a shower. It's Yang Xuan, Tang Junhe thought, Tang Xiaonian and Yang Chengchuan's room has a separate bathroom, they probably won't come out to take a bath, not to mention they always go to bed very early.

Unexpectedly, Tang Junhe stopped in his tracks. He looked at the frosted glass in a daze—in fact, he couldn't see anything at all. The piece of glass was near the doorknob. From the outside, he could only see the occasional A protruding elbow, or an arm extended to squeeze the shower gel.

But Tang Junhe still stopped, staring at the shadow reflected on the frosted glass. I don't know how long I stood there, maybe only two minutes, maybe ten minutes, the shadow suddenly became bigger and darker, and then there was the sound of the doorknob turning, Tang Junhe suddenly came back to his senses—Yang Xuan was about to come out up.

He panicked for a moment, not knowing whether he should pretend to be nonchalant and walk towards the bathroom, or hide in the room first, before he could make a choice, Yang Xuan had already walked out from the door.

Yang Xuan's upper body was naked, and a bath towel was wrapped around his lower body. Through the faint moonlight, Tang Junhe vaguely saw the well-structured body, and the thin but powerful muscles covering it.

His brain was running fast, trying to find a reason to explain to him why he was standing here motionless, looking in the direction of the bathroom before Yang Xuan asked himself.

All kinds of thoughts flashed through his mind rapidly, intertwined and entangled, like a ball of wool that couldn't be torn apart for a while, and he couldn't even find a thread that he could grasp.

"Look at what?" Yang Xuan walked towards him, looked into his eyes and asked, "Are you looking at me again?"

Tang Junhe smelled the water vapor coming from him, and he felt that he was going to be submerged, but his throat was so dry that he couldn't make any sound.

Yang Xuan looked down at the eyes in front of him, which were mixed with emotions such as nervousness, bewilderment, innocence and longing, and said in a low voice, "Did I ever say that I don't like being stared at by others?"

Tang Junhe remained silent, just looked at him, both nervous and fearless.

A thought flashed in Yang Xuan's mind, and then he asked with interest: "Do you like men?"

Hearing his question, Tang Junhe's eyes flickered for a moment, he avoided it, and said with a guilty conscience: "I, I didn't..."

"Didn't you download that video?"

Tang Junhe felt a little embarrassed, but he couldn't argue that the person who downloaded the video was indeed himself, although he was just out of curiosity at the time.

Yang Xuan smiled, and it was not difficult to hear the threatening tone in the deliberately lowered voice: "Don't stare at me anymore, do you understand?"

"But, I can't help but want to look at you," Tang Junhe said almost instinctively, "I seem to understand why Zhou Lin is always staring at me."

Yang Xuan froze for a moment, this sentence made him feel a little uncomfortable. He frowned, reached out and grabbed Tang Junhe's jaw, forcing him to raise his head, then looked into his eyes and said, "Listen up, I don't care what you think about looking at me, or whether you are Gay or straight, those have nothing to do with me. But, stop staring at me, you know the relationship between us."

After Yang Xuan finished speaking, he let go of his hand, turned around and entered his room.

After Tang Junhe returned to the room, he recalled what Yang Xuan had just said in the dark.

"You know the relationship between us." What does Yang Xuan mean by saying this? Is it an acknowledgment of their brotherhood? Thinking of this, he was secretly pleased. Yang Chengchuan was right that time, whether they admit it or not, this innate blood relationship cannot be denied.

However, Yang Xuan is not allowed to stare at him anymore, so what should I do? He really can't control his gaze. During class, he can't help but look back at what Yang Xuan is doing. If he can't see it, he will unconsciously guess where he went, and wait until Yang Xuan appears in his field of vision again. Only then will I be able to settle down and do other things.

His eyes were drawn by Yang Xuan's every move, and sometimes his eyes went to Yang Xuan without realizing it.

Therefore, the request Yang Xuan just made was unrealistic. Tang Junhe reasoned in his mind with reason - Yang Xuan asked him to stand still and wait, then he would wait motionless, because he He can control his behavior of waiting; but Yang Xuan told him not to stare at him, so he may not be able to do it, because he cannot control his unconscious behavior.

Tang Junhe consciously sorted out this matter in his mind, and then fell asleep in peace.

The next morning, Tang Junhe finished his breakfast, put his schoolbag on his back, went downstairs before Yang Xuan, and stood at the entrance of the corridor early to wait for him. He found that as long as he could stop Yang Xuan, Yang Xuan wouldn't mind driving him to school—Yang Xuan didn't seem to care about it at all, as long as Tang Junhe didn't sing in that cheerful tone, and he sat in the back seat The half-brother is still sitting in a sack, it's all the same for him.