Sun Rain Chapter 2

The first reaction of an attacked beast is always to fight back, and Fu Xuanxiao is no exception.

Before the teeth that were entangled with the flesh were loosened, he forcefully pulled out his arm, grabbed the person in front of him by the neck with a precise backhand, and pushed the attacker against the opposite wall with all his strength.

He staggered two steps, and the violent impact forced a muffled groan from his throat. The smell of rust that entered his nose made his vision turn white for a moment. After taking a sharp breath, the face in front of him gradually became clearer, and Shi Meng slowly relaxed his strength.

The pain on the back of his hand made Fu Xuanxiao look ferocious. When he noticed Shi Meng relaxing his body, he felt funny again: “You really think I don’t dare to touch you?”

A little light came into the corridor, and Fu Xuanxiao stood with his backlight, his deep features cutting continuous shadows on his face. Shi Meng stared at him with squinted eyes, hiding his greed and obsession in the darkness as his breathing became increasingly thin.

When one party gives up the struggle, the fight loses its meaning.Fu Xuanxiao loosened his fingers, turned his back to the light, raised his hand to look at the injury, and cursed something in a low voice.

When I went downstairs to ask my aunt for the medicine box, I met Shi Sihui coming downstairs wearing a bathrobe and holding a red wine glass.She found an empty seat and sat down. She glanced at the injury on Fu Xuanxiao’s hand and said with a smile, “It’s bleeding. Do you want a tetanus shot?”

Fu Xuanxiao ignored it. After cleaning the wound and applying iodine, he turned around and was about to go upstairs.

Shi Sihui’s voice sounded from behind: “If my brother was still here, why would he…”

The next words were stuck in his throat, and Fu Xuanxiao didn’t want to hear them, so he climbed up the stairs.

Maybe she drank too much, but Shi Sihui was a little arrogant. She stood up and asked, “Do you just admit it like that? Have you forgotten Shi Mu and what you promised him?”

Fu Xuanxiao paused, but did not turn around.

“You have all forgotten.” He said calmly, “Why should I still remember those things?”

I am afraid of the cold, so I always turn up the heating in the room very high in winter.

After entering the room and closing the door, Fu Xuanxiao threw the coat he took off on the bed and looked around. No one was there. He should be taking a shower.

The innermost room on the second floor is a suite, with a bedroom, a small living room and a bathroom. It is fully functional. It was originally the bedroom left by the old man of the Shi family to his favorite son. It was snatched away a few years ago and became the place where Shi Meng went crazy.

After turning around and tasting the word “rob”, Fu Xuanxiao stretched out his legs and leaned back on the sofa, curling his lips and giving a sarcastic smile.

But isn’t it just robbing? Shi Mu wants to have everything he has, no matter whether it’s dead or alive, he must grab it first.

The bathroom was well soundproofed. When Shi Meng came out after washing, he saw Fu Xuanliao leaning on the sofa with his eyes closed and concentrating. He was stunned for a moment, as if he didn’t expect him to come back so soon. Then he looked down and glanced at his hand on his knee. After two seconds, he moved away and walked straight to the balcony.

When Fu Xuanliao opened his eyes, he saw a tall figure wrapped in the dark night.

Similar to turning on the air conditioner and covering yourself with a quilt, Shi Meng likes to open the window and watch the night view in a room with sufficient heating.

The not-so-gentle wind lifted up the empty sleeves of the bathrobe, revealing the slender fingers that often held paintbrushes. They brushed the wet hair by the ears, revealing a white neck covered with water drops. A few abrupt fingerprints were faintly visible, like dots of scarlet scattered on the snow.

I have to admit, it is an extremely provocative picture.

So Fu Xuanxiao stood up, stepped forward, put his long arms over his slender waist, and the two of them fell into the soft bed and rolled around.

Using this posture, he first buried his head into the hollow of the neck where there was still water vapor, and nibbled roughly along the red marks with his uncovered teeth. Fu Xuanxiao suddenly raised his head and asked condescendingly: “Does it hurt?”

The original intention was to make Shi Meng surrender, but unexpectedly he admitted frankly: “It hurts.”

This made Fu Xuanxiao angry, and the hand that grabbed Shi Meng’s shoulder uncontrollably used some strength: “Then you still bite?”

The person under him squinted his eyes, as if the pain was also a pleasure for him.

“But…” Shi Meng leaned forward, the steaming heat clinging to his hoarse voice, “I will make you hurt even more.”

This night, it was impossible to tell who was winning and who was losing.

When he woke up the next day, Fu Xuanxiao looked in the mirror and saw a few bruises on his body that was still intact yesterday. He pulled the corners of his mouth and frowned due to the pain on his lips. His expression was not bad.

When he picked up his coat and put it on, he happened to catch a glimpse of the white shirt hanging on the armrest of the sofa. Fu Xuanxiao was reluctant to give up the opportunity to provoke, turned around and asked Shi Meng, “Where did you get it?”

When Shi Meng just woke up, he was trapped in the messy quilt, and when he heard the words, he glanced lightly.

Fu Xuanxiao picked up the shirt and threw it on the bed: “I didn’t look carefully at it yesterday. Let me put it on and take a look.”

Half of his face was covered, and a pale arm stretched out from the quilt. He casually opened his shirt and turned over, facing the troublemaker with his butt.

Thinking of the man writhing and moaning under him last night, Fu Xuanxiao walked to the bedside, put one hand on Shi Meng’s side and leaned down, pressing it against his thin ear. He said with a smile: “If you don’t wear it, how do I know if you are a better person than someone else, or if you are imitating others?”

On the morning of the fourth Sunday in October, Shi Meng got up and tore off the Saturday calendar marked with a red pen. Then he took out the craft scissors and cut into pieces the shirt he had only worn once.

The attic on the top floor was cold in winter and hot in summer, and no one at home wanted to go up there, so Shi Meng asked his father to come and decorate it as a studio.

The thin painting completed last month has dried completely. His fingertips gently brushed the colorful patches on the canvas, and Shi Meng’s turbulent mind finally settled down.

He took the canvas off the easel, rolled it into a bundle and stuffed it into the backpack behind him.

When I went out and went downstairs, I met Shi Sihui coming out of the second-floor room. After a day of rest, she tied up her hair and put on glasses, and returned to the smart look of a professional elite.

Seeing the painting behind Shi Meng, Shi Sihui asked: “Go to Teacher Sun’s place?”

Shi Meng walked in front and gave a muffled “hmm”.

“He is just a tutor for art students.” Shi Si said sarcastically, “Can’t you make money by selling paintings? Do you still want to learn from him?”

“…Hmm.”

The two of them went downstairs at the same time and walked outside together. When the sun shone on their bodies, the marks on the corners of Shi Meng’s mouth and neck were fully exposed.

The resentment that surged up was suppressed, replaced by contempt and ridicule.Looking at Shi Meng’s overly refined profile, Shi Sihui said, “Your mother also lives nearby, right?”

Shi Meng reached out and opened the car door. Hearing this, he turned his head and looked a little confused.

“It’s very hard to change the problem of hooking up with others, especially when it’s a third party, fighting for love or something.” While talking about other people’s affairs, Shi Sihui’s eyes were fixed on Shi Meng, “You have to keep an eye on her, don’t let our Shi family be embarrassed again.”

While waiting at a red light on the road, there was a child on the side of the road outside the car window who fell while walking. He was held in the arms of a woman who looked like his mother and was comforted.

If it’s natural to cry when it hurts, then it’s natural to learn to be silent when it hurts a lot.Shi Meng saw that the child was still crying non-stop, his expression was as indifferent as dead water, and he even felt that it was very noisy.

Teacher Sun lives in the east of the city, on the first floor of a multi-story old community.Shi Meng parked the car under the north wall and walked into the yard with the iron gate ajar. He first pulled up the collar of his sweater, then crossed the west-facing doorway and climbed the steps straight into the main house.

Elderly people don’t always have the habit of closing the door when they live on the first floor, not to mention that there is their own painting class next door.Sun Yanfeng was pouring cat food into the food bowl when he heard his cat “meow”, jumped off the cupboard, and walked to the door with his butt twisted.

“Mengmeng is here.” After seeing the person clearly, Sun Yanfeng waved and said, “Why are you standing here? Come in and sit down.”

Shi Meng sat down on the outermost chair by the table. The orange cat with smooth fur rubbed around his trouser legs under the table. He calmly retracted his legs.

“It’s quite clingy to you.” Sun Yanfeng returned to the living room with the teapot and poured a cup for Shi Meng. “It usually disappears when people come to the house. It seems that it has a special fate with you.”

After taking the hot tea and holding it in the palm of his hand, Shi Meng had time to look at the cat below from the corner of his eye. The cat just raised its head and looked at him, looking around speechlessly and intently, as if the word “fate” was firmly established.

Accustomed to his disciple’s reticence, Sun Yanfeng turned around to move the easel, gossiping while working like every elderly man: “Your mother also got a cat recently. She picked it up. It’s a black-and-white cat. It’s called Mu Mu, Mu Mu Mu. If you have free time one day…”

After setting up the easel, he turned around and saw that Shi Meng had spread the canvas he brought on the table and applied varnish with a brush. It seemed that he didn’t listen to a word he said.

Sun Yanfeng sighed, watched for a while, then went back to the house with his hands behind his hands.

There is a painting class next door. On weekdays, Sun Yanfeng teaches art candidates in the school’s art classroom. On weekends, he teaches at home, with the most students on Sunday morning.

As a result, Shi Meng had half a day of peace. He carefully painted the painting with oil and framed it with a narrow wooden frame. He was busy for more than three hours.

There was an episode in the middle. When I was looking for a screwdriver, I opened the drawer of a chest of drawers and found several paintings rolled inside. One of them spread out to reveal a corner with a signature. The delicate word “Mu” reminded Shi Meng of Fu Xuanxiao’s “Dong Shi Xue Frow” in the morning.

Shi Meng’s slightly parted lips trembled a few times, and he tightened and loosened his hands. After all, he thought about things that were not his, and forcibly restrained his desire to destroy.

Before noon, Shi Meng had to leave.

Of course he couldn’t keep him, so Sun Yanfeng hurriedly washed his hands and came out of the classroom: “The painting is still the same as before. I’ll help you sell it depending on the situation?”

Shi Meng nodded and said, “Thank you, teacher.”

Not wanting anyone to go back empty-handed, Sun Yanfeng touched a cigarette on the chest of drawers and put it into Shi Meng’s bag: “This is a gift from an old friend. He didn’t even know that my lungs are not good and I can’t smoke even if I’m not strong enough…”

The zipper of the backpack was tightened, and Shi Meng didn’t let anything go into the bag.

“I won’t smoke either.” He said, throwing the empty bag over his shoulder.

Sun Yanfeng was stunned for a moment, and after sending the person out, he remembered and asked, “Why don’t you smoke anymore?”

In my impression, Shi Meng had only learned to smoke for half a year, and it was when he became addicted. When he came here last month, he still had a pack of ladies’ cigarettes in his pocket.Moreover, this child is very stubborn and will not listen to the advice of his elders. The only thing that can make him change is his own orders.

However, Shi Meng didn’t want to clear up the confusion, so he just said “quit” and continued walking out.

“Your mother is not in good health recently.” Sun Yanfeng followed, as if he was afraid of not having the chance to say, “She misses you very much. If you have time, go and see her.”

When such a request came from an elder, Shi Meng showed no sign of being moved.

The sun was high in the sky at noon, and he looked up at the sky. The halos of the sun spread out in circles, seemingly endless, shining on his pale and bloodless face, making him dizzy.

It was evening again, and Shi Meng had a dream.

In the darkness, there were only sounds, scattered sounds, the harsh sound of dishes being smashed, the roar of tables and chairs falling to the ground, thunder, and rain. In the dark corners without sunlight, they were like mold growing crazily.

He heard his mother’s hysterical cries, his companions’ childish ridicule, and the sound of drawing paper being torn into pieces floating far away.

“My name is Shi Mu, and I’m your brother.” A childlike voice.

“In this family, you must position yourself correctly.” The majestic man.

“Save him, save him, mom, please.” A sharp female voice.

“Why wasn’t you the one who died?” He accused with a cry.

“Do you think that when you enter this house, you become a member of the Shi family?” A reminder that had nothing to do with him.

“Just wait, you will suffer retribution, you will all suffer retribution.” The overwhelming curse.

…

Shi Meng covered his ears in his dream and curled up on the chair. When he woke up, he couldn’t even tell where he was.

Slowly reaching out his hand, it fell into the hazy darkness outside the window. As his mind returned to clarity, Shi Meng remembered that today was the most annoying Sunday, and closed his eyes again sadly.

Have to wait another six days, until next Saturday…

“Are you awake?” A deep voice came from behind, interrupting Shi Meng’s thoughts.

First, his shoulders shrank. When he realized who was in the room, Shi Meng almost immediately turned around and stood up with bare feet on the ground.

The last voice in the dream came from a boy, different from everyone else. He said: “Your paintings are so beautiful.”

He also said: “Don’t be afraid, no one here will bully you.”

In order to protect this safe territory, Shi Meng rushed forward regardless, and when he held the person in his arms, his frantic heartbeat returned to calm.

A low laugh sounded in the ears, and the person being hugged said from a very close distance: “Are you so happy to see me?”

Shi Meng didn’t speak or move.

As if he found his reaction interesting, Fu Xuanxiao laughed again: “Where are your shoes?”

Not wanting to listen any more, Shi Meng repeated his old trick, leaning back and sealing his mouth.

This kiss was more gentle and less brutal than yesterday. Maybe it was because I was injured yesterday and had to restrain myself.

And because today is Sunday, anything more is considered stolen.

Restraint and arrogance are both contradictory and harmonious. At the end of the entanglement between lips and teeth, Fu Xuanxiao lowered his head and saw Shi Meng’s legs climbing up his waist. He couldn’t help but sneer: “You are really rude.”

The thin ankles were crossed at the lower back, and the bare insteps swayed with the breathing.Shi Meng put his hands around Fu Xuanxiao’s neck, his back pressed against the cold white wall, but his eyes were filled with warm colors.

The moment they looked at each other, Fu Xuanxiao was stunned for a moment, his expression was a bit surprised and a bit gloomy, but in an instant he changed back to a cheerful smile.

Warm breath sprayed on the side of his neck. Fu Xuanxiao came closer and asked half-seriously, “Shi Meng, you don’t really like me, do you?”

I heard a long time ago that a memory recognized by both parties can be called a true story, while a memory forgotten by one party can only be regarded as a one-man show to impress people.

At this moment, Shi Meng suddenly remembered the sun he had seen at noon. It was hot and dazzling, but it still made people want to get closer.

So he chose to close his eyes, tighten his arms, and remain silent no matter how painful it was.