The first time Shi Jian met Xie Wei was on the third day of the second year of high school.
He blocked the people on the rooftop, swung his school uniform jacket over the railing, and said casually: "Newcomer, do you understand the rules?"
Xie Wei glanced at him: "Get out of the way."
Then Shi Jian was beaten. Three moves, he was pressed to the ground, his eyes were blue. He lay on the ground panting and heard a cold voice coming from above his head: "Still fighting?"
"Hit!" He grinned, "With you or without me!"
Later Xie Wei became his deskmate. Ranked first in the grade, he was recommended for competition, and fought harder than him. Later, it was gradually discovered that Xie Wei seemed to have some ulterior secrets.
Shi's mother always waited for him at the entrance of the alley, holding three layers of egg fried rice wrapped in a plastic bag. When she saw the new injury on his face, she scolded him: "Fight with someone again! Do you think you are made of iron?" After scolding, she stuffed the rice into his arms, "While it's hot, my stomach hurts when it's cold."
One day he took Xie Wei home for dinner. His mother fried an extra tomato scrambled egg and arranged three sets of chopsticks. Shi Jian squatted at the door of the kitchen and heard his mother say without looking back: "Why are you standing there? Ask your classmates to come and eat. You are as thin as a bamboo pole. Doesn't your mother feel bad?"
Xie Wei paused for a moment, hummed and sat down.
They later became friends, fighting together, doing homework together, and studying in the evening to climb over the wall together - one went to get beaten, and the other went to get someone.
The winter in Sichuan is damp and cold to the bone. Xie Wei took him home on a bicycle, and the wind made his school uniform swell. He shrank in the cold in the back seat, but did not let go. Xie Wei didn't say "Hold tighter", he just slowed down the car a little.
One day, I had a fever and was lying on the desk in a daze. Suddenly, a hand came to my forehead. Slightly cool, with a touch of chalk dust.
He grabbed the hand, his hot palm pressed against the cold knuckles, and his voice was as muffled as squeezing out from under the quilt: "Xie Wei, are you in pain too?"
Xie Wei didn't move his hand. Ginkgo trees fell to the ground outside the window, and the winter in Sichuan was so thin and long.
He zipped up his school uniform and said in a very soft voice, "It doesn't hurt. I'm just fine with you. You are my painkiller."
Purpose: It hurts not to be expressed, but if someone sees it, it is the best medicine