Chapter 12

As soon as Xingcheng said this, Ning Xi felt that he was about to explode.

On the entire huge basketball court, the only two of them were watching each other and confronting each other in the darkness that avoided the lights...

Even the words you speak are out of tune.

First love.

These two words seem to have nothing to do with Ning Xi, and I never thought that this word would be used by Xingcheng to describe each other.

After becoming sensible by himself, Ning Xi never considered his feelings for him, and even naturally became so moved.

He is a rational person. If he must have a ranking in his life plan, then his career must first be his family, and finally love.

But if the word love is replaced by "Xingcheng", Ning Xi will want to become a person controlled by emotion.

But he can't.

Xingcheng is the person he loves the most in this world, but it does not mean that he should be the right person to enjoy the good things that Xingcheng is doing to him.

His behavior should have the most perfect life, excellent degree, a happy family, and a bright and smooth future.

Instead of choosing to be with him now, in a simple room of about 100 square meters, facing an empty living room without sofas, tables and appliances.

Now, he was leaning against the cold wall, pressing Xingchang in front of him. The other party's hot chest was warm and powerful, which made Ning Xi trampled on his mind and suddenly remembered the hand warmer bag in the bedroom.

It feels warm when you hold it in your arms. Hold it tighter, hold it for a while, and then it will cool down slowly...

If the handheld bag needs to be hot, it must have a charging cable, but Ningxi is not.

Faced with Xingcheng, who had grown into a young man in front of him, Ning Xi could not find any reason to refuse, and he didn't know what to say to minimize the harm to Xingcheng.

It was obvious that I was handing the scissors to stab myself, but the sharpest end was aimed at myself.

Xingcheng held his hands in Ning Xi's ears and looked at him through the light...

Ning Xi's silence made the desire in Xingcheng's eyes fade away, and for a moment, the strength to support was almost exhausted.

Only then did he realize that the two of them happened to be under the wall that had been in his heart that had been in mind for the "lifelong" of his heart.

I thought about standing with his brother ten thousand times under this wall, but I never expected it to be in this way.

Xingcheng sorted out his emotions, stepped back a little, and said seriously: "Brother, I think you are not bad for me..."

Ning Xi was shocked all over and did not give Xingcheng the chance to continue speaking. He blurted out all the words, and quickly interrupted him: "I am a person at the beginning of twenty, and I have no time to talk to you about my relationship."

Xingcheng was indeed obedient and considerate, but this wild man was forced to be gentle for too long. All the wolf cubs in his bones were aroused by his brother's words. He couldn't keep his anger for a moment, and he gritted his teeth and refuted: "You are only one level older than me!"

Ning Xi didn't dare to see him, and whispered: "I'm three years older than you, Xingcheng. I'm going to take the college entrance examination next year, and you're going to have a senior high school."

Xingcheng couldn't hold back his words at all: "I don't care whether I have high school or high school..."

"I care."

He stretched out his arm to block him, and gave up a little space around Xingcheng. Ning Xi was about to leave directly, but Xingcheng held his shoulder and stopped his movements: "Brother, I won't force you to be with me."

Xingcheng can feel it, and when he says this, his heart is bleeding.

This sentence is too false.

Those who are unrequited love don’t have to be together, as long as you are good, I’m fine. These words are too fake. Holding a knife to dig an extra inch into your heart. Who doesn’t want to be with the person you like?

Running is not a saint.

But the other party was Ning Xi. Even if he wanted to press his brother to the wall and kiss him forcibly, he would have to grit his teeth and endure it. Go home and go crazy with the quilt in his arms.

Xingcheng endured it again and again, and continued to ask in his voice: "Tell me, is I a special person in your heart?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw Ning Xi turn his head suddenly and stare at him.

Ning Xi's eyes were a little red and his figure was a little unstable. He just stood in the cold wind, like a towering tree on the side of the playground, with leaves that were about to dry and fall.

It seems to be falling down, but it is like standing on the edge of a cliff, only one step away from going down.

More than just special.

But strictly speaking, it is not special.

Because there is only one person who can travel in Ningxi's world.

Those who truly can touch his heart, those who can touch his emotions, those who can say many words to him every day, those who can care about him at any time, and those who can make him feel that there is at first sight are only one person.

But walking is different. There are many people in the world of walking. They are not short of friends or brothers, and their families are happy. They raise their arms and shout that a group of people can jump out of their side.

He has never lacked love.

Ning Xique, but he dared not admit it himself, and he never wanted to face it.

Now that he faced Xingcheng who questioned himself, he couldn't even say "yes", and he didn't have the strength to nod.

Just looking at Xingcheng's eyes gradually fading.

Ning Xi took a deep breath, zippered the clothes a little higher, and he didn't feel any pain when he clamped the flesh on his neck.

The air entering the throat became bone-bone, stuck in the throat, like a thorn that could not be swallowed.

Ning Xi became cruel this time, grabbed the collar and turned around and wanted to leave.

Xingcheng stood there without reaching out to grab him.

He felt that his brother was like a fairy descending to earth and seeing through the world. If he was so recklessly pulled back, there would be no such hypocritical plastic brotherhood.

He just stood there, watching his brother walk out step by step, under the light, the figures were stretched out, and he looked so good that he wanted to chase after...

His brother's shadow is getting longer and longer, and then slowly...

Stopped.

Xingcheng suddenly raised his head.

Ning Xi is not leaving.

He watched Ning Xi turn around, face him, put his hands in his pockets in his school uniform, and raised his chin a little, which was too far away, and Xingcheng couldn't see the emotions in his eyes.

Xingcheng's heart pounded wildly, and he ran out of the darkness almost like a rushing race.

Ning Xi turned around.

Looking back.

He thought about countless ways to approach his brother quietly in the future without disturbing him. He secretly began to plan the next step, but did not count that Ning Xi would turn around after walking out for about ten meters.

Xingcheng ran to Ning Xi and stood still, gasping heavily, and supported his hands on his knees. After a while, he found out that his brother really didn't leave...

Hug him.

There are only these two words in Xingying’s mind.

The height difference was here, and Xingcheng easily hugged Ning Xi in his arms and hugged her very tightly. The strength was comparable to his strength every time he competed for rebounds with others on the court.

Ning Xi was almost suffocated to death in Xingcheng's arms, and he couldn't push it away no matter how hard he pushed it away...

Just let him hold it.

At night, on the playground and basketball court, the headlights shine on the whole venue, and there is no sound of basketball around, but there are two boys gasping for each other.

One is because of the heartbeat, the other is because of ecstasy.

After hugging for a while, Xingcheng was trembling all over. His lips accidentally stroked Ning Xi's ears and wanted to say a lot, but he couldn't say a word...

Ning Xi was also gasping for breath. He really expected this feeling of his heart being filled in an instant, even though he was doing the wrong things he understood, even from this moment on, he had begun to be unable to forgive such himself.

Xingcheng hugged him like he was desperately trying to get confused. He had no time to think about what his brother meant to stop, but he only knew that he wanted to hug him and hug him tightly.

"Zhengcheng, I'll wait for you."

Ning Xi smiled and continued, "You have to keep up with me."

He thought that everything could be done by himself, eating, sleeping, learning, and even smoking and drinking alone in the living room...

But since Xingcheng appeared, he knew that the wine and cigarettes he drank were all the sea water that filled his heart and the sea fog that rose on the water surface.

Traveling is a steamship on the sea, crossing the fog and waves of sea, just to catch a fish hidden in the deep sea.

Ning Xi is that fish.

Even if you get ashore, you won’t live long.

...

Since Ning Xi said that day on the playground, she asked Xingcheng to keep up with him, Xingcheng felt that his world had changed.

The adolescence boy is full of passion and is full of passion in his heart, hoping to give the whole world the good to the person he likes.

Not to mention Xingcheng's personality, if everyone's name is hung on his chest, there are definitely four words on his chest, Ning Xi's man.

Although this title has not been verified by the main owner, Xingcheng subconsciously feels that his brother must like him.

Even if I don't like it, I'm a little indulgent.

Indulgence is also helpless.

Otherwise, how could Ning Xi have told him so much that day? How could he turn around and kick him away without kicking him away?

Xingcheng grabbed this point and tried his best to drill into the gap.

On Friday afternoon, a foreign company in the Youth Palace in Jinniu District booked the venue. A bunch of bosses played basketball together. Xingcheng was stuffed with several text messages saying that he wanted to play. One festival cost 200 yuan. After settlement, the total number of four festivals was 800 yuan.

Xingcheng didn't say anything, and when he had no class, he climbed over the wall to leave school with his jersey in his arms, and took the bus and ran towards Ximener.

I sat on the way for more than an hour, shaking and almost fell asleep when I walked.

The bus drove past a junior high school. At this point, Xingcheng saw many parents coming to pick up students home, and he couldn't help but sigh a little.
To be continued...