live up to the morning light

How could you not want too much.

Sitting on the high-speed train, Hiromitsu frowned silently as he looked at the rapidly receding scene in the darkness outside the window.

——After all, it is a relationship that can be considered abnormal if you think about it a little seriously, such as "physical activities in the name of friends".

How could it be possible not to think too much tomorrow morning.

How could I be so dull...

It is true that he himself is not good at these romantic matters - otherwise he would not have a girlfriend and be put on a cuckold - most of the time he only has some more pragmatic content in his mind, which is not suitable for romance ...However, it was tomorrow morning.

Obviously, he sent it to the university to report tomorrow morning.

They all plan to work in the same city in the future, and then buy a house to live together.

Why didn't you give it a second thought?

Well... his mind is really busy: when he entered school, he was the tail of the crane, and he wanted to be admitted to the first-class 985 in two years, even if he was accompanied by Mingchen all the way, it would not be so easy.

Throughout his third year of high school, his mind was full of formulas, outlines, words, and wrong questions... Even when he was taking a shower in the bathroom, he would bring in English or ancient Chinese recordings to listen to.

Until he was admitted to the university, he was even more troubled - Mingchen helped him apply for the university too coquettishly, stepping on the score line and brushing low, without wasting a single point of score.It directly led to Hongguang becoming almost the bottom of the major's entrance scores... Without Mingchen's "help", it was even more difficult to keep up with the progress.

In order not to embarrass Mingchen, and to be worthy of Mingchen's hard tutoring in the past three years, Hongguang is determined to be a passable student even if he goes to university—from the moment he gets the admission letter, he starts contacting his former seniors and students. Sister, buy a second-hand book, and while Mingchen is still around, seize the aura of a schoolmaster and actively preview.

Throughout the first semester of freshman year, I was trying to keep up with the progress of the team, and the number of times I went to the library to check in was among the top ten in all majors.Even when calling Mingchen, they often ask questions remotely.

A sense of anxiety of "what is home when the world is uncertain" surrounds me all the time, and I can't separate my mind to think about personal problems...

But that was tomorrow morning!

——Hongguang found himself subconsciously looking for excuses in his heart, and immediately slammed his forehead heavily on the glass window as a sign of self-punishment.

The skin and bone collided with the cold glass, making a muffled "boom" - but it didn't feel very painful.

Maybe it's because once I think about what my mood was in the morning, the constriction of the heart and the twitching of the internal organs all hurt more.

Hongguang thought that not long ago, Mingchen came to see him by car—for more than half a year, he hadn’t visited Mingchen once, and he came all the way.

When rushing back and forth in the tight weekends, what was Mingchen thinking?

Looking back a little bit, it was the summer vacation of the year I graduated from high school.Mingchen made a lot of excuses and walked to the last step with herself. At that time, what was Mingchen thinking?

Throughout high school, the two lived in the dormitory, and they were very close. They never avoided suspicion when taking a bath or going shirtless in summer. They often hugged and kissed each other when they were happy or unhappy. At that time, what was Mingchen thinking?

Going forward, back to the time when the two had just met, he took Mingchen home for the Spring Festival... What was Mingchen's attitude at that time? ... He comforted himself that it might not be so early in the morning, but he still couldn't control the pain in his chest and thought, what if it was that early?At that time, what was Mingchen thinking again?

You can't think too much about this kind of thing.

Once you look back, all kinds of suggestive memories are like the dust that has been deposited in the old house for a long time and then suddenly raised. You can't grab anything when you stretch out your hand, but it can shine brightly in the sun, blurring people's eyes. The choking makes people's lungs ache, makes people's eye sockets hot, and their noses are astringent.

Hong Guang hugged his head and let out a low growl like a trapped animal. His head was so painful that he couldn't think of anything—only Ming Chen's black and white eyes lingered in his mind.

Those eyes are always watery.

Be affectionate.

The eyes are dark and deep, as if reflecting the entire deep universe - Hong Guang used to think that Ming Chen was difficult to understand, and he probably couldn't understand the emotions hidden in those eyes for the rest of his life.

Now I suddenly understand everything.

He just wanted to get to Mingchen as soon as possible.