live up to the morning light

Not only did no one answer the phone, wechat text messages, qq Weibo... none of them could be contacted, and if they sent a few more times, it would simply show that they were blocked.

Hongguang was as anxious as a cat with its tail scorched.Jumping around in place, turning around.Regardless of the fact that it was already dark, I had to go out and buy a ticket to go to school tomorrow morning.

After being blocked by my roommates, I finally regained some sanity: not to mention the objective reasons such as darkness, insecurity, and lack of a car.Speaking of himself alone, he didn't know how to get to Mingchen's school - although it was impossible for him not to know about Mingchen's school and major, he did not ask about the exact location of Mingchen's school and which room he lived in. How to get to the dormitory after entering the school gate.

Ming Chen never mentioned it—it seemed that he would not go by default.

Thinking of this, Hong Guang couldn't help but shudder, feeling a little weird:

Between the two of them, Mingchen always took the initiative more recently.He proposed that he wanted to see Mingchen, or that he wanted to buy something for Mingchen, but Mingchen's words were always lightly brought to him.

He was careless, and didn't care at first.But thinking about it now, it's unbelievable: It's been almost a year since college, and he still doesn't know how Mingchen's dormitory is going to be - how is that possible?The relationship between them is obviously so good.

...However, if Mingchen wants to deliberately alienate him, it's not like:

In addition to the uninterrupted phone calls and text messages every day, Mingchen also wakes up to see him at his school.From the time of admission to the present, I have been here three or four times, with an average of one visit every two months.Mostly on weekends, the local classmates went home, and there was no one else in the dormitory.

At first it was just watching movies and eating snacks together, like two hamsters huddled together in a den—the same as when I went to Hongguang’s house for the New Year in middle school.

But things gradually changed later on. Mingchen was always able to persuade Hongguang, such as "We are all over", "Anyway, you don't have a date yet, and I don't have a date yet", "No one knows", what " What's the big deal, it's just a joke"...

Hong Guang also... can't blame Ming Chen for all the ulterior motives in the bed.

In fact, Hongguang felt that he was absolutely responsible for these things—it was just a spark in the morning, but he burned the firewood and burned half the sky red.

But he has nothing to do.

Tomorrow...it's a little too cute for a boy: the eyelashes are so long, it's obvious when you tremble a little, like a butterfly that just broke out of its cocoon, suitable for tears like morning dew; the original crisp and clear voice is also very cute It is easy to be worn soft and sticky, like a kitten's claws, scratching at the tip of a person's heart...

Hong Guang always told himself to be rational.

However, staying sane is not so easy.

Once the bottom line that a civilized human should stick to is crossed, it is easy to triumph in the field of "excessive" - ​​not to mention that Ming Chen never stops him, but condones and even instigates him...

So every time when sending Mingchen off, Hongguang was always worried that Mingchen would be too tired and would fall halfway, making it difficult to continue.Ming Chen just smiled: "Masters, you are so fragile."

——Actually, it's really against the law to say "Master" against Ming Chen's slapped face.

Such a violation, why didn't you notice it before?

Thinking of this, Hong Guang became anxious again.

I always feel that Mingchen has been greatly wronged inadvertently—Mingchen has a lot of thoughts, if he doesn't explain it as soon as possible, he doesn't know where he will be thought of.

I couldn't sit still any longer.Busily looking up the map, I called my high school classmates from the same school as Mingchen.Book the nearest flight.The waiting time was too long, and I didn’t have the patience, not to mention the recent deep winter, windy and often foggy, and the planes were often not on time, so I quickly changed to the high-speed rail.

Can't wait until tomorrow morning.At the moment, I packed my luggage indiscriminately—or rather, I just stuffed two pieces of clothing into my bag, packed my wallet, mobile phone and ID card, and ran out.

Most of the roommates were asleep, and they heard the noise behind them and asked: It's already midnight, why are you still going out?Where are you going and what are you doing?

He casually answered the name of the place, and then ran downstairs.

As for what to do?

To be honest, he didn't really understand it himself.Just looking at the whole row of unread messages and calls that no one answered on the phone, thinking about the abnormalities of the past year in the morning, my heart flustered so much that it almost stopped beating.

——What is life without tomorrow morning?Hong Guang didn't even dare to think about it.

He rushed straight into the train station and passed the security check before Hong Guang stopped to catch his breath.Now he can't do anything other than wait for the bus, but he still can't calm down.Just circle around like a trapped beast.There are all kinds of things coming and going in my mind...the one who is serious, the one who smiles happily with crooked eyebrows, the one who gently advises him not to worry, the one who blushes and frowns under him...

He shook his head, throwing out the less healthy images.

It happened that there was someone behind him, pulling a suitcase, and hurried past him, bringing a gust of wind.

He hurriedly dodged, apologized to the other party for blocking the road, and then remembered that the first time he met Ming Chen was also at the train station.

At that time, he was just a bumpkin who had just moved from the countryside to the city. He stood in a busy train station in a big city with a pocket of money from his upstart father, being pushed and shoved by the crowd, at a loss for what to do.

At this time, someone patted him on the shoulder: "Is it Huo Hongguang?"

"Ah... oh, it's me."

"My name is Mingchen, and I'm the monitor of your class—the teacher asked me to pick you up. Is that all the luggage? Well, come with me."

——Hongguang turned his head and met a pair of eyes with a warm smile like spring water.