MTL - Paper Plane-Chapter 52

"Xiaoxuan wears so little?" The two of them opened the door one on the left and the other on the right to get into the car. The driver Chen Xing looked at Yang Xuan from the rearview mirror, "The temperature is below zero today, so don't catch a cold."

Yang Xuan wore a black jacket with the zipper pulled to the top, pressing against his sharp jaw. The speed of the young man's growth is very fast. In the past two years, not only has his height increased rapidly, but the contours of his face have also gradually become sharper and deeper. Standing in such a cold wind, he looks more and more like a humanoid sharp weapon. He reached out and pulled the zipper down for a short distance, and replied, "It's okay, it's not too cold."

Compared to Yang Xuan, Tang Junhe was wrapped into a ball by Tang Xiaonian. The heater in the car was fully turned on. He untied the scarf wrapped around his neck, put it aside, and copied it with both hands. With his pockets on, he turned his head to look at the snow outside the car window.

Halfway through the car, Tang Junhe took his hand out of the pocket of the down jacket, reached into Yang Xuan's pocket and held his hand. Yang Xuan was leaning against the back of the seat with his eyes closed, and when he noticed this movement, he opened his eyes and glanced at Tang Junhe.

"My hands are warm," Tang Junhe explained aloud, "Brother, I will warm your hands for you."

Yang Xuan didn't say anything, and closed his eyes again. Instead, Chen Xing, who was in the driver's seat, glanced in the rearview mirror and saw Tang Junhe who was turning his head to look at Yang Xuan.

Chen Xing remembered the casual chat between him and Yang Chengchuan in the car that day. "Jun He and Xiao Xuan have a good relationship now, right?" he asked that day.

"Hey, the shaved head is so hot. It seems that Jun He is quite tired of Yang Xuan. It is Yang Xuan, a child who doesn't kiss anyone, and doesn't know who he looks like. I can't tell him, let him go." Yang Xuan Cheng Chuan said so at the time.

Even with his eyes closed, Yang Xuan could feel the restless hand in his pocket. First he tentatively inserted it, and then carefully pressed against his hand. Seeing that he still didn't move, he held it with confidence.

Yang Xuan's dry, calloused left hand was held by his younger brother's warm and soft right hand. As Tang Junhe said, his hand was indeed warm in the down jacket, and he couldn't hold it tightly. If there is any aggressive movement, just hold it so obediently, until it reaches the school gate.

When I got off the car, I ran into Feng Bo who was also sent by the driver.

"Brother Xuan!" He yelled and walked over with difficulty stepping on the snow, ignoring Tang Junhe who was on the side, walked to Yang Xuan and asked, "Brother Xuan, what are you doing on the night of New Year's Day?"

Yang Xuan pulled the zipper of the jacket back to the top: "I don't know, what's wrong?"

Feng Bo shrank his neck in the cold wind and said, "I want to ask you to come out on New Year's Eve."

"What are you doing out here?" Yang Xuan walked forward with his pockets in his pocket, and he brought out a thin layer of cold air when he spoke.

"New Year's Eve!" Feng Bo persuaded enthusiastically, "Brother Xuan, come out, everyone is not sure where next year's New Year's Eve will be." After finishing speaking, he lowered his voice again, "Besides, there is one more important thing Son."

Yang Xuan glanced at him: "What's the matter?"

"We'll talk about it when the time comes. Let's talk about whether you will come or not?" Feng Bo asked without stopping, "If you don't come, no one will come."

"All right." Yang Xuan said.

In the rounds of bombardment of the big and small exams, the old year has come to an end, and the new year is beginning to emerge.

Although the three-day New Year's Day holiday is full of assignments for various subjects, for a group of senior high school students who are in a cage, the word "holiday" is enough to make them so excited that they will blow off the roof.

There was an uproar in the classroom, Wang Xingchun, the representative of the biology class, pushed the door in from the outside, walked to the podium, and knocked on the table with an eraser: "Everyone, be quiet! Be quiet!"

The clamor subsided, and Wang Xingchun said: "The biology teacher said that the third set of papers for the comprehensive science and technology just issued was not good, so there is no need to do it."

The whole class burst into cheers.

Wang Xingchun held up a stack of 16-mo test papers in his hand, and said, "Change to this question."

These words immediately caused a lot of sighs, mixed with joking anger: "Damn, can you stop panting when you speak!"

"Also, on the night of the 31st, private room 331 of the Nightless City, everyone come if you have time! Top-secret gossip, Ying Hui will come, boys..." Before he could finish speaking, Wang Xingchun was thrown down by the textbook that Ying Hui threw over, and walked away. He didn't forget to struggle when he went down, "Yang Xuan will go too..."

December 31st was the second day of the holiday. After lunch at noon, when Tang Xiaonian went back to the house to take a nap, Tang Junhe ran to the study to find Yang Xuan. He sat on the snow-white carpet, looked up at Yang Xuan who was sitting in front of the computer and asked, "Brother, are you going out tonight?"

Yang Xuan looked at the computer screen and said, "Yes."

"When will you be back?" Tang Junhe then asked.

"I don't know, what's the matter?"

"No," Tang Junhe lowered his head and grabbed the carpet, and said after a while, "But I want to celebrate the New Year with you." He looked up at Yang Xuan, "Brother, we haven't celebrated the New Year together yet."

Yang Xuan said calmly: "Then you go with me." I thought that Tang Junhe hesitated again and again, and would say something like Tang Xiaonian disagreed, but unexpectedly, after a while, Tang Junhe nodded and said: "it is good."

Yang Xuan looked at him jokingly: "Will your mother agree?"

Tang Junhe obviously lacked confidence: "I should agree..."

Knowing that Tang Junhe was going to KTV with his classmates at night, Tang Xiaonian first asked, "Who is there? Will Yang Xuan go? And last time, Feng Bo, will he go?"

"The whole class will go." Tang Junhe lied without blinking his eyes.

"I don't think you should go, places like KTV are so messy." Tang Xiaonian's impression of KTV is still in the song and dance halls of the last century. what to do?"

"There's nothing wrong with KTV," Tang Junhe said, "and there's nothing that can cause trouble."

"They want to trip you up, how can you know in advance?" Tang Xiaonian glared at him, "Don't go, study at home."

"I'm just going." Tang Junhe said.

"Go," Tang Xiaonian stretched out his index finger and pointed at his forehead, "Look in the mirror first to see the scar on your head, you will be disfigured when you come back, you have nowhere to cry!"

Tang Junhe paid attention not to change, and said stubbornly: "This time is different from that time."

"Whether you like to go or not," Tang Xiaonian couldn't say anything to him, turned his face away angrily, "Anyway, I told you everything I said."

At nearly eight o'clock in the evening, Yang Xuan was about to go out when he suddenly received a call from Feng Bo. He put the phone to his ear: "What's the matter?"

"Brother Xuan, who will go?" Feng Bo asked on the other end of the phone.

Knowing that he was talking about Tang Junhe, Yang Xuan pressed his hand on the doorknob and said, "I don't know."

"Hey, don't you don't know, he must come!" Feng Bo was very mysterious, "If he doesn't come, tonight's game will be for nothing!"

Yang Xuan thought of something, moved his hand away from the doorknob, turned around and walked to the balcony, stooped to take the lighter and cigarette case, and put them in his pocket: "Tell me what your plan is first."

"You'll know when you come here, I spent a lot of money to get a good thing," Feng Bo kept his tone very strict, and he was still trying to tell me, "Brother Xuan, you must definitely bring him here."

Yang Xuan frowned slightly: "It's not like you don't know his mother."

"I know that's why I asked you to bring him here." Feng Bo's tone sounded confident, "Let's give his mother a one-off once and for all this time!"

After hanging up the phone, Yang Xuan went to the entrance to change his shoes, Yang Chengchuan turned around and asked, "Where are you going at night?"

"KTV." Yang Xuan said, and glanced at Tang Junhe's room.

"Who will go?" Yang Chengchuan asked again.

"I don't know. Anyone who has time in the class will go." Yang Xuan changed his shoes and stretched out his hand to push the door.

Yang Chengchuan didn't care that Yang Xuan went out so late, he just said: "Don't come back too late."

Yang Xuan slammed the door behind him, walked towards the elevator, pressed the down button, and held the lighter in his pocket. As far as he was concerned, Feng Bo's words certainly didn't constitute any order, even if he didn't call Tang Junhe tonight, Feng Bo didn't dare to have any objections. But, what exactly does Feng Bo want to do? Yang Xuan stared at the numbers on the elevator and thought.

The elevator came down from the twentieth floor, stopped twice in the middle, and the speed of descent was a bit slow. In the past, Yang Xuan would usually turn around and walk down the stairwell, but tonight he was a little absent-minded, waiting for the elevator to come down.

The number on the display screen jumped to the 10th floor and stopped moving. The sound of the door opening suddenly came from the corridor, followed by a familiar female voice, "Put on your scarf, you are not afraid of freezing to death!" Xiaonian's voice.

The elevator descended to the 7th floor, the door opened slowly, and there were three people standing inside. Yang Xuan didn't move forward, but said, "I'm waiting for someone, you get off first, I'm sorry."

Sure enough, after a while, footsteps sounded in the corridor, and Tang Junhe immediately ran over: "Brother."

"There is still a while." Yang Xuan said, referring to the elevator.

After all, Tang Xiaonian was worried. Wearing slippers, he followed Tang Junhe and asked, "Did you bring your mobile phone?"

"Bring it." Tang Junhe said.

"You have to be back before ten o'clock, do you know that?"

"understood."

"Call me if you need anything."

"Ok."

After Tang Xiaonian finished explaining, he paused, then turned his head to Yang Xuan, and forced a smile on his face: "Xiaoxuan, your brother is still young and he is away from home. Please help take care of him. Do you have enough money?"

After all, Tang Xiaonian did not become an actor back then, and this change of attitude was really unnatural. In Yang Xuan's eyes, it was a real "two-faced three-handed sword". He didn't even look at Tang Xiaonian, but looked at the constantly beating elevator numbers on the small screen as if he had never heard of it.

"Mom," Tang Junhe held Tang Xiaonian's arm, "Go back quickly."

Tang Xiaonian gave Tang Junhe a dissatisfied look, and Yang Xuan was caught in his eyes. The elevator on the other side finally reached the 7th floor, and this time there was no one there. Tang Junhe walked in and asked Yang Xuan, "Brother, were you waiting for me just now?"

"Waiting for the elevator." Yang Xuan said.

"When I came, the elevator reached the fifth floor, which means it just got off." Tang Junhe analyzed with reason, "Brother, you must have been waiting for me just now."

Yang Xuan smiled when he heard the words: "You think so."

The night was windy, and the snow on the road was crushed by passing vehicles, giving off a cold white light under the dim yellow street lamps. Tang Junhe reached into Yang Xuan's pocket again to hold him. In fact, the temperature of Yang Xuan's pocket is incomparable to that of his down jacket, and Yang Xuan's hands are not that warm either, just like his people, neither cold nor hot, but Tang Junhe just likes to put his hands in his Hold him in your pocket.

Yang Xuan stood by the side of the road, stretched out his hand to stop a taxi, leaned over to get into the car, and told the driver his destination: "The city that never sleeps."

Runcheng is not very big, but New Year's Eve is special after all. The couples who just haunted the streets on Christmas Eve a few days ago walked on the street in pairs again tonight. conjoined twins.

In the small street shop, the Christmas decorations are still brand new, "Jingle Bells" has been replaced with "Happy New Year" in all colors, and the bright red ribbons are wrapped all the way, which is always a celebration.

Yang Xuan walked in front, Tang Junhe was half a step behind, when he opened the door, Ying Hui was standing in the middle of the room holding the microphone, singing Fan Weiqi's "One Like Summer and One Like Autumn" with Yin Cong.

Hearing Feng Bo yell "Brother Xuan", Ying Hui turned her head to look at the door, and stuttered at the half-sung line "Meet someone and change your life". Others who were sitting staggeringly on the sofa started booing immediately. One-third of the class has arrived, and all those who come are active people who like to be lively.

The private room is quite large, and there are still many empty seats on the sofa. Yang Xuan ignored the other people's booing, walked into the house with his head down, and sat on the sofa in the back. Tang Junhe followed him and sat next to him.

Just a few minutes after sitting down, Feng Bo jumped off the high stool, walked towards Yang Xuan, leaned into his ear and said, "Brother Xuan, come out and show you something."

Yang Xuan looked up at him, then stood up. Seeing Yang Xuan standing up, Tang Junhe raised his chin and looked at him, the hidden meaning in his eyes was obvious: he didn't want him to go, and he wanted to go with him.

"Your brother will be back in a while." Feng Bo said to him with a playful smile, and then walked ahead to lead Yang Xuan.

After going out the door, he turned directly to the left, took Yang Xuan to the corner of the stairs, and mysteriously took out a small square box from his pocket and handed it to Yang Xuan.

At first glance, the packaging of the box is exaggerated, with luminous color stripes printed on the pure black bottom, and the bright colors flow slightly under the light. Yang Xuan turned the box over and saw an abstract long-haired foreign woman printed on the other side, as if she was smoking a cigarette with lowered eyebrows and eyes.

"What is this?" Yang Xuan looked at the box in his hand.

"Take it apart and have a look." Feng Bo urged eagerly.

Yang Xuan opened the lid of the box and saw a cigarette lying inside, he took it out and measured it.

"Didn't he want to smoke?" Feng Bo leaned on the window sill, smiling with his head tilted.

After Yang Xuan finished reading the cigarette, he went to look at the words on the box. A line of inconspicuous traditional Chinese characters was printed under several rows of English characters, and Yang Xuan could see those words clearly through the dim light.

— "Hallucinogenic, addictive, and aphrodisiac."

Sure enough, what Feng Bo gave him was the same as what he guessed before he came.