What should I do if the object of the date is my first love!

Yan Dong still agreed, one is that he really needs such a job.

Of course, the more important reason is that he can continue to make this game, which is really important to him.

Moreover, if Qin Haoming forgot about him, then being able to get to know him again as a stranger, even as a colleague... would be enough to bring him some courage to face the dark night.

The entry procedures were surprisingly smooth, and he quietly communicated with Mr. Lin about the salary, and he definitely did what Qin Haoming said: satisfy you.

Yan Dong attributed this to their one-night stand that seemed to fail.

He was actually a little uneasy. Obviously, in the end, Qin Haoming still took this path, and it was hard for him to convince himself that it had nothing to do with him.

He couldn't help but recall that summer, that first kiss as light as fallen leaves.

He remembered smiling with his hands behind his back and asking him: What are you doing?

Qin Haoming had already plucked up his courage when he kissed him, and he was a little overwhelmed by his teasing. He jumped off the mat and stood directly opposite him. He was shorter than himself, so he had to raise his head and said with a blushing face: Brother, I like you.

Yan Dong went from sitting backwards to leaning forward, with his hands on both sides of his body, shortening the distance between the two of them. Qin Haoming was obviously frightened and wanted to hide, but he didn't move at all because of his stiffness. The 17-year-old , At that time, Yan Dong, who was called Midsummer, said happily: Huh?Qin Haoming, kid, do you know what you're talking about?

Qin Haoming was a little anxious by him. He stared into his eyes with clear and firm eyes, and said seriously: "Sheng Xia, I said I like you. I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I can't see you being nice to others. I don’t want to be your younger brother, I want to be with you, I want to be your boyfriend, and I want to be with you.”

Sheng Xia looked at him, they were so close, so close that he could almost see his own reflection in his pupils, Qin Haoming's pupils were a little light, and it seemed that the reflection of himself was a little sparkly.

He suddenly became nervous, and obviously felt his heartbeat speeding up a little bit with Qin Haoming's words. He grabbed Qin Haoming's collar and pulled him closer to him, and then kissed him fiercely, but it was a bit pulled Too much force caused the teeth to touch the lips, and the nibbling was a little painful.

He pretended to be cool and didn't show it. He let go of Qin Haoming, watched him rub his mouth, and then smiled triumphantly: "Okay! Brother, I'm sure!"

Qin Haoming was dazed after being kissed by him, and when he heard his words, he showed a little joy, then lowered his head a little shyly, and sat back dawdlingly.

After a while, he said stupidly, "Actually, I even wrote a love letter."

Sheng Xia yelled, and the long ending sound rose slightly, a little frivolous.

"Take it and see~!"

Qin Haoming shook his head and refused, so Shengxia went directly to look through his schoolbag which he had put aside, but he didn't stop him. Shengxia flipped through the pages and remembered that he had grabbed Qin Haoming's bag to find something to eat before the holiday, but in the end Qin Haoming rather With a look of dead resistance, he pretended to ask casually: How long have you been writing?

Qin Haoming looked at the beautiful lines of his neck with his head lowered, and he remembered that someone commented on "Sunny Day", saying that when Ning Jing asked Xia Yu to wash her hair, the back of her neck was very sexy.At this moment, he still doesn't quite understand the exact meaning of the word 'sexy'. He just thinks that Midsummer is so pretty, even his neck is pretty.

Sheng Xia looked at the snow-white envelope in the dictionary, it was different from the fancy love letters of girls, it was a very traditional one, the traditional snow-white envelope was not easy to buy.

White paper, red lines, blue and black pens written: for midsummer

"It's been a long time since I wrote it, and it's been kept in my bag. I wanted to mix it with their love letters and stuff it for you, but I'm afraid you won't read it."

For some unknown reason in those few years, writing love letters suddenly became popular. Their school was on the same campus as junior high school and senior high school. I get love letters, and I get a lot of them every week.

The beautiful pink-blue envelope has a sweet fragrance, full of the flavor of youth.

Qin Haoming knew how he handled those love letters, he took them, thanked the girls with a smile, then quietly took them to the back of the stadium to find a corner where the wind was blown and burned them.

He once dealt with Sheng Xia. Sheng Xia said that he has no way to respond to these feelings, but if he refuses in person, it will make the girls lose face. Throwing it away will make them sad, and it is easy to be picked up by others, and bringing it home will also cause trouble. , so he quietly burned it, and when he didn't get a response after a while, those girls naturally gave up.

At that time, Sheng Xia confirmed that the burning was clean, stood up, patted his head with his hands and pretended to be melancholy, and said: Hey, you are such a brat, you will not understand the hard work of a heartthrob like me hahahahahaha.

Qin Haoming fiddled with his hair messed up by him, and said unconvinced: I also have people who like it, but there are not so many, but why can't I respond?

Qin Haoming was very developed, he was shorter than when they were together, he really only reached Sheng Xia's chest, Sheng Xia knocked on his forehead: because I don't like them.

Qin Haoming was a little stunned, and inexplicably happy, he followed behind and asked: Is there no one?

Sheng Xia stopped suddenly, turned her head and stared at Qin Haoming's eyes: let me tell you a secret.

When people are still young, they are always full of yearning for other people's secrets, and the less people know the secrets, the better the relationship.So Qin Haoming was a little inexplicably excited about this sentence.

Sheng Xia smiled, and pressed down the hair he had managed to get up: I don't like girls.

Then he turned around and left.

Qin Haoming was a little confused. If he doesn't like girls, does he like boys?

Boys, is it possible to like boys?

It was hard for him to describe what it was like, as if a door had been pushed open suddenly, as if he had suddenly realized it, as if he had suddenly realized: it turns out that boys can like boys.

In his 13 years of life, he was exposed to this concept for the first time.

But he felt as if he was reunited with some truth after a long absence.

He is the fisherman in Wuling, who passed through the peach forest and the extremely narrow mountain pass, and finally arrived at the peach blossom land.

He has always been unable to clarify how he feels about Shengxia. Like many boys in his class, he envies him, worships him, and admires him.

But it also seems to be different.

From the first moment he saw him, he seemed to be glowing.

He likes to see Sheng Xia smile brightly and flamboyantly, but he hates seeing him smile brightly and flamboyantly at others.

He likes to see his hair drenched in sweat when he plays basketball and bounces in the air, but he hates the way he turns his head and blows kisses to nympho girls.

He liked watching him walk downstairs with his sweatpants on his knees and a basketball in his arms, but he hated the way he put his arms around his buddy's shoulders and gestured at him for bee.

He likes every minute and every inch of him, and feels that he is different from others from the hair strands to the fingernails.

He didn't want to help those inexplicable seniors and classmates hand him love letters; he didn't want to share the snacks and drinks he received; he didn't want to answer questions about his preferences.

Looking at the slender figure walking forward with a bag on one shoulder, he suddenly realized

It turned out to be the case.

Like those girls who secretly stuffed love letters; like the milk at the same table that always quietly put in the drawer of the classmate; like those who secretly held hands when queuing; Eight lines and a note passed behind his back thinking no one saw it.

Like every sour-sweet secret of adolescence.

It turned out that I like him.