It’s Hard Being the Bad Guy

Movie theater projectors are always cassette tapes, and there can be problems three or four times after a movie. When the picture becomes dark, you can't see your fingers in the room.

The few social youths in the front row slapped the bench under the **** frantically as if they were hit by something big, and shouted excitedly: "Ooo! Nothing! Refund and refund!"

"Retreat!" There was an angry roar from the door, and the aunt the administrator walked in and flashed a flashlight on the faces of the noisy young people, "It's you who are messing up the muddy water again, don't come here! Just fix it!"

The aunt the caretaker turned on the incandescent lamp in the room, and Wen Ai closed her eyes closed by the light, her mouth still smiling.

Yue Xiao turned his head to look at him for a long time, and couldn't help but softly ask: "What are you laughing at?"

Wen Ai glanced at him with a smile, and pointed to the young man in the front row who was messing around with his aunt. He patted the chair and whispered in Yue Xiao's ear, "Too funny."

Yue Xiao curled the corners of his lips: "Then I also yelled twice?"

"Don't." Wen Ai grabbed his arm. "What do you mix with, isn't it shameful?"

Yue Xiao: "I just want to make you happy."

Wen Ai retracted his hand: "Rare."

The aunt administrator squatted in front of the projector with her back to the auditorium and squatted around for a long time. She kept talking about the poor theater, and the second-hand goods she bought were so broken and useless. Several young people in society discussed going to other places, planning to leave.

Several people acted rudely. When they stood up together, their buttocks pushed back, and the three-meter-long bench directly slanted towards Wen Ai. Yue Xiao quickly wrapped his left hand around Wen Ai's waist, and led him to slide to the right, so that he was not squeezed into a pie shape by the back of the chair in front.

Yue Xiao sank his face, stretched out his hand to push on the back of the chair, the bench squeaked on the ground, and when he returned to the original position, he smashed the young men into bending their knees.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I'm sorry." These little youths also used their outfits to show off. At this moment, they immediately nodded and bowed to apologize, making the gold chain around their necks rattle.

Yue Xiao waved his hand: "Be careful next time."

The young people hurried away.

Wen Ai was still leaning against Yue Xiao's arms, looking up at him: "You look so sturdy... I think about it... You have the majesty of a soldier, and the little gangsters are scared away by you!"

Yue Xiao smiled and lowered his head. He was meant to speak, but he couldn't make a sound when facing Wen Ai's close face.

The two were too close, and even their breathing was entangled. Wen Ai looked at Yue Xiao blankly, completely knocked out by the sudden ambiguity.

Yue Xiao's gaze fell on Wen Ai's pink lips, a throbbing in his heart, and he tightened his hand around Wen Ai's waist.

The closer the lips are, the tighter and tighter the breath -

"Finally live together!" The aunt's loud voice broke the ambiguous atmosphere between the two, Wen Ai hurriedly pushed away Yue Xiao and turned back to sit upright, lowering his head not daring to look aside.

The administrator turned off the lights and left. The movie continued where it was cut off. Chow Yun-fat, who was combing his head, was still funny, but until the end of the movie, there was no laughter in the room.

After coming out of the cinema, Yue Xiao took Wen Ai into the mutton-boiled shop. Wen Ai buried himself in the meat, and his forehead was almost dipped in sesame sauce. Yue Xiao tried to provoke the topic, and Wen Ai just perfunctorily went over it. After changing several topics, Yue Xiao stopped talking, and silently helped him with the dishes.

The dinner table was calm, but the system in Wen Ai's mind had already exploded, from the time of the cinema to the present.

System: "Did he just want to kiss you? Huh? Bend? This is so special?!"

Wen Ai: "You don't speak swear words in small public works..."

The system roared: "Am I a general public service? Don't compare me with those public!"

Wen Ai sighed: "It's useless if you lose your temper at me. You send it to whomever bends."

The system coldly snorted, "You still pretend to be innocent with me? Why didn't you hide?"

Wen Ai was guilty: "I... didn't react, then why didn't you remind me just now?"

The system is also empty now: "...I'm stuck."

Wen Ai almost laughed: "You can't even take a snake?"

System indifferent face: "No FUCK said."

The system may have been heartbroken, and I didn’t continue to shake the pot with Wen Ai, until the meal was almost finished, it reappeared: "I went to Baidu just now, the hero may not really want to kiss you. It’s just because it’s too close, so I just kissed by the way, there is no other meaning."

The system concludes: "It is entirely possible that he is still straight, and everything is still within the scope of the plot."

It is not only comforting itself, but also comforting Wen Ai.

But Wen Ai was not comforted at all, because when Yue Xiao came over, he really didn't want to avoid...

Not good.

Neither of them mentioned anything about the movie theater or how to live their lives, but Wen Ai could feel that they had changed. When they got along, they would inadvertently show ambiguity, one look, one action, and even each other. A piece of paper left may give them a taste of heart palpitations.

The senior year of high school is under great pressure. Every time Wen Ai and Yue Xiao go home on weekends, An Mu cooks a large table of dishes to nourish them.

"Come on, younger brother, eat a chicken leg." Mother An put a chicken leg into the Wen Ai bowl, and tore the other leg of the roast chicken to Yue Xiao. "Brother, come one too."

"Thank you mom. But—" Yue Xiao clamped the chicken leg to Wen Ai, "Junjun is more difficult, so I can make up for him."

Wen Ai looked at the two big drumsticks in the bowl, raised his head, just to meet Shang Yue Xiao's petting eyes, his heart trembled and he quickly lowered his head.

An's father and An's mother didn't know anything about the undercurrent surging between the two sons.

Halfway through the meal, Father An asked Yue Xiao: "You kid, are you really determined to join the army?"

Yue Xiao nodded: "If you can't go to college, if you want to get ahead, you can only go to the army to try."

"The army is indeed a place to train people." Father An patted him on the shoulder, "My son has courage, and he can do great things in the future!"

"I just don't know how much hardship I have to endure in the army." An Mu touched Yue Xiao's head distressedly, and then turned to Wen Ai, "What about my brother? Which university do you want to go to?"

Wen Ai glanced at Yue Xiao and said about a northern university: "The economics major there is pretty good, and I haven't seen snow before, I want to experience it."

Mother Ann sighed, "I don't want to stay here."

In the summer of 1996, Wen Ai was admitted to the Northern University as he wished. Although the country happened to cancel the graduation distribution system, those who have studied at the university are still high-achieving students.

When Yue Xiao passed the medical examination of the conscription office and went to receive the notice of enlistment, he learned from the conscription office that he was assigned to a certain northern military area.

Yue Xiao smiled all the way back home, because his army station and Wen Ai's university are in the same province.

The recruit report was a few days earlier than the start of school in Wen Ai. The troops were picked up and picked up by the army. An father drove a family of four people to the train station in a car. After entering the platform, there were soldiers wearing military uniforms and coming to see off. Family members.

Wen Ai looked at them and felt that Yue Xiao had the best look in his military uniform. He was a 1.9-meter tall man with broad and flat shoulders. The belt was tied to his waist to form a perfect inverted triangle. Moreover, Yue Xiao's thick eyebrows and big eyes are well-shaped, and he is lined up by the straight military uniform.

"Dad, give it to me." Yue Xiao stopped in front of the door of a carriage and took the luggage in Father An's hand. "It's almost time, you can go back."

"Eh." Mother An was holding back tears along the way, and at this moment she finally hugged Yue Xiao and started crying, "I don't know when I will see you again... Mom can't bear you..."

Yue Xiao patted An Mu distressedly on the back: "Don't be sad, the army is allowed to call, and I will chat with you when the time comes."

Father An pulled An's mother out of Yue Xiao's arms: "You're a mother, don't cry your son's military uniform wet."

An mother cried and hugged An father: "I can't bear to...this is my son..."

Father An was also a little moved. He pinched Yue Xiao's shoulder and took a few shots before saying: "You are a man now, you must be strong, you must be able to carry things, and perform well in the army!"

Yue Xiao solemnly said: "I will, you can rest assured."

Children travel thousands of miles, which parent is not worried? The people around to see off basically blushed, and they tossed over their children.

An's father An's mother and Yue Xiao said a few more words, and An's tears finally stopped.

Father An pushed Wen Ai towards Yue Xiao: "Go, be alone with your brother."

Wen Ai didn't speak to Yue Xiao all the way here, didn't want to say it, and a little bit... dare not say it.

It's the same now.

Wen Ai looked up at Yue Xiao, and Yue Xiao also looked down at him, his eyes as gentle as ever.

In the end, Yue Xiao spoke first: "Take care of yourself when I am away."

Wen Ai's throat choked like an egg, swelling and painful.

He took off the necklace he had worn for eight years and hung it around Yue Xiao's neck on his tiptoes: "Don't lose it."

Yue Xiao grabbed the little bamboo horse hanging on his chest into the heart of his fist. Before he had time to speak, an instructor next to him walked over and pointed at his neck: "I picked it off. The troops are not allowed to wear these ropes and chains!"

"Yes."

Yue Xiao took off the necklace and put it into the small pocket on his left chest cherished. When talking to Wen Ai, he patted it gently: "It will not be lost or broken. You will check it yourself next time you meet. "

Wen Ai lowered his head: "Yeah."

"I got on the train and got on the train—" The instructors on the platform began to urge the recruits who were still reluctant to leave their families.

Wen Ai finally panicked.

He raised his head in horror, both hands grabbed Yue Xiao's clothes, and his voice trembled: "Are you leaving..."

"Well, I'm leaving." Yue Xiao looked at Wen Ai's red nose and suddenly remembered Wen Ai's pitiful little face when he first met.

"Woo..." Wen Ai gripped Yue Xiao's clothes tighter, "Don't...I..."

Yue Xiao felt sorry, couldn't bear it, and even wanted to stay like this, but in the end he held Wen Ai's hand and pulled away his clothes: "Don't cry, I feel distressed."

There were not many green uniforms in the surrounding crowd, and all the recruits got on the train.

Yue Xiao squeezed Wen Ai's hand, Chong'an's father and mother nodded, lifted the luggage and walked into the compartment.