Chapter 8

After Ning Xi said this, Xingcheng didn't say anything, but it made him feel so distressed.

He lowered his head, put his chin on his brother's shoulder, and gently followed his brother's back with his hand: "It's okay, I'll find someone to repair it tomorrow."

Ning Xi shook his head in a muffled voice, unable to speak.

No one can see anyone in the dark, and the lights in the corridor are not yet ready. The door is open, and the two of them are stuck next to the shoe cabinet. The only light sources are each other's eyes and the street lights that are flickering in the community.

The dim light spilled in from the window of the living room and flowed into the house, illuminating this small world.

Xingcheng stood stiffly, hugging his brother in his arms, feeling that his breathing was about to stop.

His eyes swept around the empty living room, and he could vaguely see a few cigarette butts piled up on the ground, seven or eight of them gathered together, and the flames were about to rise in Xingcheng's eyes...

Ning Xi has been a good student and a good child since he was a child. He has excellent grades and is invincible on the basketball court. Even in junior high school, he has never lost a group fight.

It’s not that smoking is so bad, but why do people like Ning Xi start to like to stay at home alone at night and smoke?

After glancing, Xingcheng glanced at a pack of cigarettes on the shoe cabinet. While closing the door, he grabbed the pack of cigarettes. After shaking it, there were only two left inside.

Xingcheng sighed, stood up straight, and reached Ning Xi's hand.

Ning Xi did not hide, nor could he see Xingcheng's expression clearly, so he just held him.

His brother's hands were very hot, as if a innocent heart was hidden inside, and it was beating wildly, warming Ning Xi's own cold palms.

One step, two steps, three steps, four steps, five steps and six steps... Xingcheng pulled him through the living room and the entrance hall, and walked outside Ning Xi's room door.

Putting his hand on the door handle, Ning Xi heard Xingcheng whisper and asked him: "Can I enter?"

Ning Xi said "yes".

The room was very clean, with a single bed, wooden table cabinets, milky white walls, and a few posters on it, all of which were from the NBA, and a jersey I wore when I was a kid, which was nailed to the wall.

The curtains by the window were still not pulled up, and the wind blew in, rolling up the corners and leaking a little moonlight.

That night, when Ning Xi went to take a shower, Xingcheng ran to the balcony outside the bathroom and stood, holding a cigarette in his hand, lit it like his teammates who usually smoked, and took a deep breath, almost choking to death.

Ning Xi took a shower and came out wrapped in a bath towel and coat, and called him, but Xingcheng didn't even dare to look back.

At the age of seventeen, he didn't even dare to look at Ning Xi's arm.

Ning Xi changed his pajamas and took the hair dryer and then went into the bathroom. Xingcheng couldn't help it. After grabbing the hair dryer, he pulled it into the socket. After turning on the electricity, he took it to his brother and said, "I'll blow it for you."

Unexpectedly, Ning Xi hid for a while and didn't dare to look at Xingcheng's eyes: "No."

Xingcheng ignored him, turned on the gear, turned it into a warm air, rubbed his hair and blew it on him.

In fact, Ning Xi used to do it naturally after washing his hair, no matter spring, summer, autumn and winter. He was too lazy to blow, so he held the book and sat by the window for about ten minutes, and his hair was dry, relying solely on his youth that he was traumatized.

I took out the hair dryer today, just to see Xingcheng standing on the balcony... I want to get closer and stay for a while.

That night, Xingcheng watched Ning Xi fall asleep and then go upstairs.

Ning Xi spread out the test paper and wrote on the table by the window, and pulled the curtains up. Today he was walking by his side, and it was useless to open the curtains.

Xingcheng didn't notice this detail, and his upper body was lying on his brother's bed, squinting his eyes, looking at his brother's back writing the paper.

The night wind blew over Ning Xi's head, behind his ears, back of his neck, and even his hair were filled with a beautiful atmosphere...

When Ning Xi went to bed, he lifted half of the quilt, and the inside was heated up by Xingcheng.

Xingcheng looked at Ning Xi covering the quilt, squatted down, lay down beside the bed, and said in a hoarse voice: "Brother, you have to quit smoking."

Ning Xi didn't say anything, covered half of his face with the quilt, revealing a pair of beautiful and clear eyes, staring at Xingcheng.

His younger brother lay on the edge of the bed and talked to him like a large dog, but his eyes were so fierce. He was either a wolf dog or a Tibetan mastiff, but he had to be a domesticated type...

Seeing that he did not respond, Xingcheng completely looked straight: "Did you hear me speak?"

Ning Xi stretched out his hand from the quilt, squeezed his face hard, and after pinching it, he turned around, turned his back to Xingcheng, and snorted coldly: "No."

Xingcheng saw that he was so childish, and his heart had already been thumping and almost exploded. He resisted the urge to pounce on and hug him, carefully tucked the corners of his quilt for his brother, and his words were still very tough: "It's okay if you don't quit. I'll take you to smoke, buy one, and hold a smoking competition. Let's see if you can smoke or I can smoke."

Resisting the urge to turn around and punch him, Ning Xi wrapped the quilt tightly: "You're itchy."

Ning Xi was so stubborn, but he thought secretly in his heart.

Ning Xi, you have to quit smoking.

Xingcheng didn't think about it and answered casually: "It's just itchy, are you scratching it?"

My heart is still tickling, brother, are you scratching me?

Ning Xi turned his back to him without saying a word, covering his head under the quilt. Xingcheng reached out and pulled it off for him: "Are you not boring?"

After turning off the light and waiting for a while, Xingcheng heard Ning Xi's even breathing and the sound of his heart beating, which was so loud that it almost shattered his ears...

The person I like just lie on the bed in front of me with his back to him, sleeping quietly. For a moment, Xingcheng wanted to get into Ning Xi's dream.

Look at the dream, there is a place of moonlight, a three-step layup, and a warm home.

It's still him.

After leaving Ning Xi's house, Xingcheng grabbed the cigarette from the shoe cabinet, and there was still one left. He held it himself and lit it in the corridor.

This time I didn't get choked and felt uncomfortable. The white fireworks were almost burning my heart and lungs.

He was completely unable to understand Ning Xi's attitude, and he was ignorantly accepting everything that Ning Xi gave him. He seemed so cautious and cautious, but in fact he was too brave and stood on the edge of the cliff.

Xingcheng understood that he was just holding a bungee rope and tied his brother and himself together, so that the two of them could hold each other tightly and jump down regardless of the consequences.

Ning Xi may have always had him in his heart... There is such a small place where flowers blooming in summer grow.

Early the next morning, Xingcheng was waiting for Ning Xi to eat noodles at the small noodle restaurant at 7 o'clock. The beef noodles I ordered today, but considering that Ning Xi quit smoking recently, he ordered a light taste, which was good for the stomach.

He felt that their habit of eating spicy noodles in the morning was really not good, although it was really great to eat with a bowl of soy milk.

Ning Xi was stopped again in the morning, and while stirring the noodles, he said, "You really don't have to wait for me."

After saying this, Ning Xi picked a few pieces of beef from the bowl and gave it to him: "I don't like beef."

Xingcheng looked at the extra pieces in his bowl and felt his nose a little sore. Last time he picked a bowl of beef for his brother, he clearly saw his brother eat all the beef.

Ning Xi lowered his head and drank soy milk, pulled a tissue to wipe the soup stains on the corners of his lips. After lying, he felt a little panicked.

Even Ning Xi didn't know that Xingcheng had done the same thing.

This time, I was afraid that his brother would be angry, so Xingcheng stood far away and followed his brother slowly. After finally watching his brother enter the school, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

I will go back to do the papers and memorize the book later. There is still a stadium to rush in the afternoon.

Xingcheng is a little bully on the court on the Shili Street. He has a good family condition and is handsome. He is also well-known in the school. Many high school students in the whole district know that there is Xingcheng in Shizhong. He plays very well and fights well.

The fights that he had fought in junior high school now seem to be a mistake in a while, but with his personality, he would not regret the fist he had taken.

At that time, the boys had a daily meal, sleep and fight in groups, and loved to listen to Chen Xiaochun's songs. What kind of superstars in troubled times are your years of friendship. As soon as they entered KTV, they yelled and yelled with a microphone.

Only Xingcheng, their private room, because Xingcheng's love is just beginning, everyone sang Chen Xiaochun's love songs, followed Xingcheng next to him and remembered the lyrics of the exclusive memory.

After Xingcheng finished his fun, he went home and saw the lights in his brother’s window downstairs, and his mind was filled with a sentence: No one can do it, take you away from my body.

It's you who give me half of love.

But I didn’t know at that time that this half would grow slowly and become perfect after that...

He was young and vigorous, and he was active in everything he did, and ran faster than anyone else. The motivation for practicing football every day was just Ning Xi's agile posture on the court and his teammates who were waving towels crazy off the court.

He also thought that one day his brother would wave his towel for him and tell people that the one who played the most awesome and handsome one on the field was my younger brother.

When he was a child, he watched Ning Xi have had conflicts with others on the side of the court, but he couldn't help him seriously at all. At that time, Ning Xi's personality was a little cheerful. Later, he became more and more closed and less talkative. He looked at people with eyes and coldness, and the ice was overflowing.

Ren Mei called in the afternoon and said that there was a group of people missing from the street court this afternoon. I guess the group of people who came to the school to play the game last time were not here. Will your brother have to take someone to follow him after school tonight?

After thinking about it for a while, most of the buddies were out for travel during this National Day holiday. The school’s half-baked idiots in the school had not many people even if they had a meeting, so there should be no big problem.

He replied to Ren Mei: "Let's talk about it tonight."

Ren Mei was furious: "You fucking be a weed messenger again?"

Xingcheng became popular: "No matter how much my brother is like, it will be icing on the grass. Think about it, what grass can bloom?"

Ren Mei choked up, cursed her fool, and replied calmly: "Let's iron tree."

This answer made Xingcheng so depressed that he had to endure when it would be?

"If you can catch your brother, it's really a fucking iron tree."

Xingcheng didn't go to the stadium all afternoon, and the boss was pushing the weekend when the company and the company played the game again. As soon as the time was free, Xingcheng went to the school gate to wait for his brother to finish school.

The pressure of senior high school is high, and the time for school is getting late, so some parents who are worried about the girl's return home will come to pick her up.

Xingcheng was wearing a jersey with a hoodie. The wind blew over and felt a little chill all over. He thought for a while and felt that his brother was wearing a lot today and should not be much colder at night.

He stood among his parents and felt very proud, and he was like a parent.

The repetition class of the senior high school third year delayed for twenty minutes before school was over. When Ning Xi carried his bag, it was almost ten o'clock. The security guard at the school gate urged the students to leave school as soon as possible, and he couldn't help but speed up.

As soon as I left the school gate, I saw Xingcheng standing under the street lights at the school gate, looking at himself firmly.

Ning Xi nodded, walked over quickly, raised his eyes and scolded him: "What are you doing here? Let's go."

Xingcheng carried a basketball bag and followed his brother silently.
To be continued...