Wait for You

The first time Xiao Feng met Shen Huai was in the autumn when he was three years old. Ginkgo leaves fell all over the kindergarten yard, and they were golden. The other children were running and jumping on the leaves, making noise. In a ball. There was only the child in the corner, sitting alone under the slide, quietly building blocks. He was wearing a blue sweater that had been washed white, and his hair hung down softly, just covering his ears and half of his face. Side face. The building blocks are built slowly and carefully. If the building blocks are crooked, there is no rush, just knock them down and start again. Xiao Feng stood on the slide and looked at it for a long time. He didn't remember why he climbed up the slide, nor how the teacher took him down later. He only remembered the sunshine that afternoon, those golden leaves, and the child who never raised his head. Later he found out that the child's name was Shen Huai. Sophora japonica tree. Many years later, Xiao Feng would occasionally think about what would have happened if he had not climbed up the slide that day, or if he had not climbed down after climbing up. Let's see if his life will be different. Probably not. Because he tried to remove his eyes countless times later, but failed. In the first grade of elementary school, on the first day of school, he saw that familiar figure in the classroom. Hair is still the same The teacher, sitting in the third row by the window, lowered his head and turned over the textbook. Xiao Feng walked over and sat behind him. When the teacher called the roll, he heard the name coming from the front - "Shen Huai". He remembered. That whole year, he didn't say a word to Shen Huai. But he remembered that the cup Shen Huai drank from every day was blue. Yes, remember that he would pick out the carrots during lunch, and remember that when he lay on the table and slept, his hair would Hanging down from the back of the chair, the ends of her hair almost touched the ground. In the second grade, they were still in the same class. Third grade, too. Fourth grade, fifth grade, sixth grade. In the same class every year. Xiao Feng didn't know if this was a coincidence, or if it was some unexplainable thought in his heart that was causing trouble. He just starts every school Every day, I would check the class schedule in advance, find "Shen Huai" among the densely packed names, and then find myself. On the same line every time. Three years into junior high school, this is still the case. He was sitting behind Shen Huai, or diagonally behind, or across the aisle. He looked at Shen Huai's hair growing from shoulder-length to Up to his waist, watching him transform from a quiet kid into an even quieter teenager. Watching the girls start secretly discussing Him, stuff him love letters, and then watch him stuff those letters into his desk intact and never take them out again. Someone pulled his hair and he took care of it himself. Xiao Feng stood at the other end of the corridor, clenching and unclenching his hands. Didn't do it. Because he has no position. He is not qualified yet. On the first day of the first year of high school, Xiao Feng walked into the classroom and saw Shen Huai already sitting by the window. There is an empty space next to him seats. Xiao Feng walked over and put down his schoolbag: "Is there anyone here?" Shen Huai raised his head and looked at him. That was the first time they looked at each other. Shen Huai's eyes are very dark and light, with a small mark under the corners of his eyes. A small tear mole. "No." Xiao Feng sat down. He waited for twelve years and finally sat next to this man. Everything that follows starts from this seat. They became deskmates, took classes together, took exams together, and We started watching each other run in gym class. Shen Huai was running around in circles on the playground, while Xiao Feng was staring at his legs from the stands. When Shen Huai found out, he kicked him. "What are you looking at?" "Nothing." Shen Huai was sleeping on the table, his hair spread all over the table. Xiao Feng only watched one class and only moved his eyes when the bell rang. Open. On the day after the college entrance examination, Xiao Feng was waiting for him at the school gate: "Can I go to the same school?" Shen Huai glanced at him: "Try." Xiao Feng's only wish was exactly the same as Shen Huai's. During his sophomore year, Shen Huai said he wanted to find a house to share. Xiao Feng said, there happens to be an empty room at my place. Shen Huai lived in his villa. They started living together. Those three months were the sweetest days in Xiao Feng's life. Every morning I watch Shen Huai stretch and see the exposed Waist, look at the looming belly button. Every night, when Shen Huai comes out from the shower, he smells the quiet fragrance on his body. Taste. Look at him walking around barefoot on the carpet, wearing his own big T-shirt, showing his straight legs. Shen Huai was ticklish and would roll with laughter when he was tickled, and then bite him. Xiao Feng waited for him to bite. He thought about that tiger tooth for ten times After a few years, I finally got to kiss him. Later Xiao Feng went to prison. Excessive defense, three years in prison. When he was being escorted into the car, Shen Huai stood at the door of the villa, wearing his old T-shirt and bare feet, standing there looking Him. Xiao Feng saw the man's lips moving through the car window. He couldn't hear it, but he knew what Shen Huai said: "Waiting for you." Three years. He was counting the days inside while Shen Huai was waiting outside. Three years later, he came out and saw Shen Huai standing in the snow, barefoot, still in the same outfit. Walk from the villa to At the prison gate, one hour. He just walked over. Xiao Feng squatted down, covered his feet, and burst into tears: "Are you stupid?" Shen Huai looked down at him: "Three years," he said, "I've been waiting for three years. Every day." Xiao Feng later thought that his life was worth it. When he was three years old, when he saw the child playing with building blocks, he knew that he would not be able to escape in this life. He didn't want to escape either. This story is all about that. Wait for a person to grow up, wait for a person to enlighten, wait for a person to come back. Wait a minute Personally speaking, I love you personally. Intention: Waiting itself is all of love