Paper Plane

Suddenly there was a sound of people not far away, and then several beams of dazzling white light hit them. Tang Junhe narrowed his eyes, looked up from Yang Xuan's back - it was those boys.

They ran over quickly, Feng Bo ran at the front, slowed down when he got close, arched his back, put his hands on his knees, and shouted: "Brother Xuan, you are back, if you don't come back, everything will be eaten— "In the middle of speaking, he saw the pool of blood on Yang Xuan's chest clearly, and was immediately stunned silent. Then, he saw Tang Junhe behind Yang Xuan's back, and he couldn't say a word.

"Why did you come up here?" Yang Xuan raised his eyes to look at him, against the background of the pool of dark red blood, his brows and eyes showed the hostility that only appeared during a fight.

"You don't come back all the time, aren't we worried about something going wrong..." Feng Bo couldn't figure out the situation, and glanced at Tang Junhe while talking. Unexpectedly, Tang Junhe was also looking at him, his eyes looked even darker in the dark night, for no reason, Feng Bo felt that those eyes looked like a cat—the kind of weird demon cat that often appears in TV dramas .

Yang Xuan spat out a few words coldly between his thinned lips: "What can happen to me."

Wang Xingchun also climbed up, panting and asked: "Brother Xuan, where did you come from?" As soon as he finished asking, he also saw the blood on Yang Xuan's chest, and then blurted out: "What's wrong with the blood? "

Yang Xuan ignored the second half of his sentence and just replied: "The top of the mountain."

"Oh..." Wang Xingchun restrained his inner curiosity, and asked again, "I really went to the top of the mountain... What does the Marriage Temple look like?"

Yang Xuan said concisely: "Broken."

Several people surrounded Yang Xuan and went down the mountain, but none of them asked about Tang Junhe's injury—obviously, they saw the blood oozing from Tang Junhe's forehead, and they also deduced from the fact that Yang Xuan carried him down the mountain. His leg was injured, but he chose to remain silent until he figured out the situation.

Maybe because he knew he was playing too much, Feng Bo's attitude became more attentive than usual, and he ran down the mountain before he reached the foot of the mountain: "Brother Xuan, the barbecue left for you is cold, I'll go and grill it for you again. "

Yang Xuan carried Tang Junhe all the way to the foot of the mountain, turned his face and asked him, "Has the tent been set up yet?"

"It's set up." Tang Junhe said sullenly, lying on his back. Yang Xuan wanted to put him back in the tent, but ignored him again.

Yang Xuan walked to the travel bag with the gray coat on it, and asked him, "Is it this?"

Tang Junhe gave a low "hmm".

"Help me get things, coat and travel bag." Yang Xuan turned around and said to Wang Xingchun.

Wang Xingchun responded, picked up the travel bag and coat on the ground, put them at the door of the tent, said hello, and left.

Li Li, who was bending over to tidy up his things in the tent, heard the voice and turned his head to see that Yang Xuan came in with someone on his back. He hurriedly stood up and helped him: "You guys are back? Is Jun He okay?"

"I got hurt a little," Yang Xuan didn't use his help, squatted down and put Tang Junhe on the moisture-proof mat, and asked, "Is there any hydrogen peroxide?"

"Oh, yes," Li Li dug out a small bottle of hydrogen peroxide and a pack of cotton swabs from his schoolbag and handed them to Yang Xuan, then leaned over to look at Tang Junhe, "Did you break your head? Thanks to my mother who let me Take this..."

Yang Xuan thanked him, put the hydrogen peroxide next to Tang Junhe, got up and left. Before leaving the tent, he called out again: "Brother."

He turned his head and saw a trace of panic flashing in Tang Junhe's eyes. For some reason, Yang Xuan understood what he wanted to say as soon as he met his gaze. But he just reached out and took the gray coat by the door, threw it on Tang Junhe, and then walked out without saying anything.

Tang Junhe's eyes dimmed instantly.

After Yang Xuan left, Li Li sat on the other side and sighed curiously: "So you really called him brother."

Tang Junhe couldn't help but retorted: "He is my brother."

Hearing this, Li Li looked at him in surprise, seeing that Tang Junhe had no intention of continuing to talk to him, so he tactfully stopped asking.

Since he didn't have any extra gossip to talk to Tang Junhe, Li Li packed up his things and went out of the tent to chat with other students.

Yang Xuan came out of the tent, walked to Feng Bo and the others, picked up a plate of skewers and asked, "Have you all eaten?"

"Eat it, eat it all," Feng Bo took another plate and handed it to him, "Brother Xuan, eat the rest."

"I'm talking about Brother Xuan," Wang Xingchun finally asked the doubts he had held back for a long time, "What happened to the pool of blood on your clothes? You two had a fight?"

Yang Xuan stood behind the grill, turned over a few skewers, and said perfunctorily, "Yes."

"I'm... are you kidding me?" Chen Hao couldn't help turning his head and said, "Just like him, did he fight you?"

Yang Xuan lowered his head and put the grilled meat skewers on the plate, and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Are you injured?" Ying Hui asked nervously.

"No." Yang Xuan put down two words vaguely, and left with a bunch of meat skewers.

A few people behind me started chatting curiously:

"Fuck, so whose blood is that?"

"Brother Xuan is not injured, so who must belong to it?" Feng Bo sat down on the side, stretched out his hand to push Wang Xingchun's shoulder, "Bake me for a while, I'm exhausted."

"You just turn over the skewers a few times, why are you so tired?" Wang Xingchun said so, and got up to help him continue to roast, "It's not his blood, how could it get on him? I saw Tang Junhe's head It really looks like it's bleeding..."

"Hey, did Brother Xuan give that plate of skewers to someone?" Chen Hao said, turning his head and looking at Yang Xuan's back.

Several people stared at the three-person tent for a while, then turned their heads silently and looked at each other, no one could understand the situation.

Ying Hui stood up and said, "I'll go and see Tang Junhe." After finishing speaking, she leaned over and slapped Feng Bo's back moderately, "You caused trouble, why don't you go?"

"I won't go," Feng Bo said with a stiff neck, "I didn't let him go up the mountain, he went up by himself."

Seeing Yang Xuan appearing at the tent door again, Tang Junhe's eyes lit up again in an instant, and he half sat up with his hands on the mat.

"Let's eat." Yang Xuan handed the meat skewers to Tang Junhe, then took out a piece of paper from the side, and wiped his hands clean.

"Did you bake it?" Tang Junhe was not in a hurry to eat, and looked down at the skewer.

"No." Yang Xuan didn't seem to want to talk to him, so Tang Junhe lowered his head and ate silently.

While eating, Yang Xuan suddenly raised the hair on his forehead with his hand, looked at the wound, then unscrewed the bottle of hydrogen peroxide with one hand, then dipped a cotton swab a few times, and wiped the wound The blood that later oozes around wipes away.

Tang Junhe didn't dare to move anymore, holding a meat skewer with half of it left, waiting for Yang Xuan to treat his wound.

Yang Xuan threw away a used cotton swab, took a new one, dipped his head in hydrogen peroxide, and said casually: "You eat yours."

"Have you eaten?" Tang Junhe looked at him intently and asked.

Yang Xuan didn't respond, but just raised his head, and pressed the cotton swab on his wound again. The cold and stinging touch made Tang Junhe gasp.

Yang Xuan looked down at him: "Does it hurt?"

"Yeah." Tang Junhe didn't speak hard this time, he thought about it and said, "It won't hurt anymore."

Yang Xuan withdrew his eyes and changed another cotton swab: "Blow it yourself."

"I can't blow it." Tang Junhe said, his eyes looked up, and he really tried to blow it up by himself, blowing a small amount of hair on his forehead. After blowing, he said, "I can only blow it up to Hair." His cheeks were stained with dust when he fell down the mountain, and when he bulged, his eyebrows and eyes were full of childhood shadows, but the baby fat faded a lot, revealing a sharp chin.

He saw Yang Xuan twitched the corners of his mouth, and smiled almost inaudibly, so he continued to hand the half-eaten meat skewer to Yang Xuan's mouth: "Brother, you eat this."

Yang Xuan turned his face slightly: "I'll eat later."

"Try it first." Tang Junhe held up the half of the skewer and refused to move his hand.

Yang Xuan raised his eyes to look at him, and his dark eyes fell into Tang Junhe's eyes, and no one would move away first. After a while, Yang Xuan raised his hand to hold Tang Junhe's wrist, and ate it with his hand a mouthful.

Tang Junhe still looked at him fixedly.

Yang Xuan exhausted his patience and was about to speak when there was a sudden noise at the door. He turned his head and saw Ying Hui coming over.

Seeing the scene just now, Ying Hui felt a little dazed, then recovered her expression and said, "Let me see if there is anything I can do to help."

Before Yang Xuan could speak, Tang Junhe opened his mouth first: "It's nothing, thank you."

"Oh...then I'll go over there." Ying Hui responded, and when she walked out, she couldn't help but review the scene she just met in her mind - how is their relationship now? Ying Hui felt that she was a little confused.

Yang Xuan helped Tang Junhe apply hydrogen peroxide on the scratches on his elbows, then capped the bottle, got up and walked out of the tent again.

"Brother." Tang Junhe called him again.

Yang Xuan didn't intend to turn around, but when he heard his next sentence, he paused.

"I'm not trying to get homosexuality on you." Tang Junhe said so, seeing that Yang Xuan didn't speak, he said again, "Really, I'm sorry."

Yang Xuan felt that the anxiety in his heart had changed, and something else was mixed in, but he couldn't tell what it was.

"Yeah." He said calmly, still not looking back.

"Brother," Tang Junhe called again, and before Yang Xuan walked out, he said timidly, "I don't want to sleep in a tent with them." There was also a half sentence "Can I sleep with you?" ", I didn't dare to say it.

This time, Yang Xuan didn't even let him say "um".

After getting out of the tent, Yang Xuan lit a cigarette and smoked it, then walked towards the grill.

There were not many leftover skewers, and Yang Xuan finished eating in a short while, and then chatted with several other people casually.

After a while, Yang Xuan lit another cigarette, and after the lighter went out, he asked aloud, "How much is the tent?"

"More, I see how many more there are." Wang Xingchun raised his chin to one side.

"Then tonight," Yang Xuan dragged a used tinfoil plate over, knocked off the soot and said, "I won't sleep with you guys anymore."

"Ah? What's wrong?" Wang Xingchun asked in surprise.

Feng Bo also turned his head from the game in front of him: "Why?"

Yang Xuan sat on the ground with his back leaning against the tree trunk. He didn't speak at first, but just raised his chin slightly and smoked one puff after another. After a long while, he said flatly: "It's nothing."