Senior help me chase him back

Song Xiuyang's intrusion broke the dying atmosphere in the dormitory. Enduring the pain in his legs, he walked up to Cheng Qiao and looked at his red hands and wounds on his fingertips, feeling very distressed.

Cheng Qiao deliberately avoided Song Xiuyang's gaze, put her hands behind her back, walked back to her bed, and kept silent.

"Minghui, you and Shaoyun go to the school's infirmary to see if they are closed, and go buy some burn ointment."

"But...you have scald ointment..." Zheng Shaoyun was dragged out by Lu Minghui before Zheng Shaoyun could say the word "scald ointment".

The two left, and the dormitory was filled with a strange atmosphere.

Cheng Qiao sat on the bed and deliberately turned her face aside. Song Xiuyang took out burn ointment, cotton swabs, band-aids, and iodophor from the medicine box, and walked in front of Cheng Qiao.

The voice was low and undeniable, "Let me see your injury."

Cheng Qiao accidentally handed the injured hand to Song Xiuyang, but after thinking about the previous conversation, he took it back rationally, and replied calmly, "I'm fine."

Song Xiuyang nodded, his eyes fell on Cheng Qiao's tense face.

He clenched the things in his hand and turned back to the desk.

When Cheng Qiao watched him carefully put the cotton swabs, iodophor and other things back into the medicine box neatly, she became angry for no reason.

"Won't you explain it?"

Song Xiuyang's hand holding the object paused for a while and continued with the action at hand.

After finishing things, he put the medicine box back into the cabinet. When he saw that the drawer on the left side of the desk was half open, he knew that Cheng Qiao had already understood most of it.

"So it was really hit by Shao Xiaochuan?" Cheng Qiao asked again, and he didn't understand why he couldn't explain the matter now.

Song Xiuyang still lowered his head and said nothing. He took out things from the drawer on the left hand side one by one and put them on the desk.

"Have you seen it?" This was the first sentence Song Xiuyang said after a long time.

Cheng Qiao didn't look at him and just said "hmm".

"Is there anything else I want to ask?" Song Xiuyang picked up the harmonica that Cheng Qiao used to play. This was a week after the party, he got an accordion from Cheng Qiao's instructor.

This time it was Cheng Qiao's turn to be silent, he didn't know what to ask, he was just afraid of the answer, he was afraid that Song Xiuyang would really confess to him at this moment, saying that he liked him.

Time passed by every minute and every second, and neither of the two people who had their own concerns was willing to break the little silence that remained between them.

Song Xiuyang took a deep breath, and when he was about to confess, Lu Minghui appeared in the dormitory at an inopportune time.

"Well, senior, I forgot to take my phone, and I'm going to buy burn ointment right now..."

Song Xiuyang turned to look at them, and smiled helplessly, "No need, he's not seriously injured, you don't need to buy it, oh, by the way, I have something to do, I won't be in the dormitory tonight."

Cheng Qiao didn't say a word until watching Song Xiuyang leave.

In this way, Cheng Qiao spent the longest night in his life. During this night, he thought a lot, and he still couldn't understand why this matter became like this.

next day

Cheng Qiao got up early from the bed, and after not sleeping all night, he finally figured out what to do.

He picked up the phone and found Song Xiuyang's WeChat, clicked to enter the text: Let's chat.

The other party replied quickly, Song Xiuyang: OK, where are you?

Cheng Qiao held the phone tightly, turned to look at Lu Minghui, who was sleeping soundly on the opposite bed, and woke him up without thinking, "Where are you dating Xia Mo? I'm meeting a friend and I need to be quiet. "

Lu Minghui's eyes were sleepy, he didn't understand the meaning behind Cheng Qiao at all, he just rubbed his eyes, and instinctively responded: "Open the room!"

Cheng Qiao turned dark, "It's serious business."

"Cafe."

Cheng Qiao thought for a while and sent a text message to Song Xiuyan: If possible, I will meet you at the school gate in 10 minutes.

Song Xiuyang: Good.

After receiving the reply, Cheng Qiao got up immediately, washed up, and hurried out the door.

It was just six o'clock, and the entire campus was still shrouded in lingering drowsiness. The rising sun in the sky dyed the campus red, but the vibrant red did not bring any joy to Cheng Qiao.

He was walking alone on the campus path, feeling more and more desolate in his heart. Didn't Song Xiuyang's absence at night prove everything?

Getting closer and closer to the school gate, he slowed down in fear. For a moment, he really wanted to escape. Why did he insist on asking for an explanation and an answer?

Not far away was the school gate, Cheng Qiao just looked up and saw the familiar figure standing at the school gate.

Similarly, the person on the opposite side also saw him.

Cheng Qiao bravely walked up to Song Xiuyang and said in a low voice, "Let's go to the cafe."

Song Xiuyang quickly grabbed Cheng Qiao's right hand and blocked his way.

"Go to my apartment."

Cheng Qiao's complexion was not very good, especially at the moment Song Xiuyang held his hand, as if avoiding the virus, he quickly withdrew his right hand from Song Xiuyang's hand and opened the distance between them.

Song Xiuyang's expression was not good, he could only endure the pain and walked forward, "My apartment is very close, so it won't take you too long."

After speaking, he walked forward.

Cheng Qiao paused and followed.

Song Xiuyang's apartment is not far from the school, diagonally opposite the east gate of the school, and it takes only 2 minutes to walk along the main road of the community. It may be because of his inconvenient legs, his apartment is on the first floor.

Cheng Qiao entered the door behind Song Xiuyang. At the door, Song Xiuyang bent down and put a pair of brand new slippers at his feet.

Cheng Qiao didn't wear any clothes, as if he was deliberately against Song Xiuyang, he bypassed him and walked directly into the room.

Song Xiuyang was still half squatting in front of the porch, he just smiled helplessly.He got up slowly, and couldn't help frowning, the injury on his leg hurt unbearably the moment he got up.

Song Xiuyang's apartment is very simple, with white walls, white sofas, white tables and chairs, and white curtains. In short, except for the books on the bookshelves on the entire wall in the living room, the rest are all white.

Cheng Qiao stood in the middle of the living room, looking at the model houses, without a trace of human touch.

"Sit down." Song Xiuyang walked up to him at some point and handed him a transparent cup.

Cheng Qiao looked down, but didn't take it, and walked to the single sofa and sat down.

"Speak." He lowered his head and folded his hands on his knees.

Song Xiuyang moved his lips, his deep eyes seemed to be covered in a layer of mist, making it hard to see through. He put the cup on the table in front of Cheng Qiao.Go to Cheng Qiao and sit down.

With her eyes fixed on someone's hand, she breathed a sigh of relief and said solemnly, "As you think, I like you."

If he had known the news on the spot yesterday, Cheng Qiao would have exploded, but now, after a night of mental construction, he could accept it, but he just accepted the fact that Song Xiuyang liked him.

Cheng Qiao lowered her head and said nothing, her hands were tightly held by him, and her slender fingers were intertwined, a little white.

The air in the room seemed to be still after Song Xiuyang confessed, except for each other's breathing, only the beating of each other's hearts remained.

"When did it start?" Cheng Qiao finally spoke. He raised his head to look at Song Xiuyang who was sitting opposite, and directly met his affectionate eyes. His heartbeat accelerated for no reason, and he deliberately turned his face away from him.

Song Xiuyang withdrew his gaze, set his gaze on the cup in front of Cheng Qiao, and said slowly, "It's been a long time."

"First meeting?"

"Hmm." Longer than that.

"So you planned to treat me well? You just want to be with me?"

Song Xiuyang was caught off guard by Cheng Qiao's sudden sentence, "Actually, you can say that, but..." Why did he feel that this sentence was awkward and premeditated?He is chasing people openly, isn't he?

"So, after you turned me around, you still approached me as a friend?"

Song Xiuyang: "...do you think so?"

Cheng Qiao got up, and the more she thought about it, the more angry she became. Song Xiuyang was even more hateful than Shao Xiaochuan. How could Shao Xiaochuan remind him first? This Song Xiuyang is good. Step by step, he let himself fall into the trap he created for himself, and made himself familiar with him. Even after knowing the news yesterday, he was still thinking about how he could salvage their friendship if he had misunderstood.

Song Xiuyang is a wolf with a big tail!No, it's even worse than a wolf with a big tail!

He looked at Song Xiuyang angrily: "Isn't it? Aren't you kidding me!"

Wait... Why did this kid react like this?

"Cheng Qiao, listen to my explanation, I..."

Song Xiuyang couldn't finish his words, but was interrupted by Cheng Qiao, "Senior Song, I don't think we have anything to explain. I still have classes, so I'm leaving first. Also, I don't like you. I don't like you now. I don't like you in the future. No, I hope we will keep our distance in the future.”

After finishing speaking, he rushed out of the door

After a long time, staring at Song Xiuyang who had half-opened the door, he sat back on the sofa weakly. He lowered his head. Did he dig a trap, did he jump in by himself?

Cheng Qiao ran all the way to the school gate, and he stood at the school gate out of breath.

Seeing more and more figures at the school gate, he let out a long sigh and walked towards the classroom.

The school's post bar was blocked, and the school came forward to solve the photo incident, and the matter of Cheng Qiao and Shao Xiaochuan was left alone.

The university campus is a database of gossip information. After the gossip-loving students talked about the photos a few times after dinner, they were attracted by the new gossip. After half a month, no one talked about it again.

Ever since Song Xiuyang talked with Shao Xiaochuan, Shao Xiaochuan had completely disappeared by Cheng Qiao's side. Even if he went to the basketball club, he never saw Shao Xiaochuan.

Lu Minghui and Zheng Shaoyun saw that Cheng Qiao was depressed every day, thinking that he still cared about Shao Xiaochuan's affairs, so they went to the basketball club to inquire with the president Long Ge, and only then did they know that Shao Xiaochuan had gone abroad as an exchange student in advance.

Lu Minghui and Zheng Shaoyun rushed back to the dormitory and told Cheng Qiao the good news, but unexpectedly, Cheng Qiao simply said "Oh" and continued to play the game with his head down.

After Cheng Qiao ran away from Song Xiuyang, she avoided Song Xiuyan intentionally or unintentionally, got up early in the daytime, pretended to work hard, and left the dormitory to go to the self-study room. She would not come back without turning off the lights every day.

Fortunately, the two are just roommates, and they don't stay together in class during the day. Otherwise, Cheng Qiao really can't think of any other way except skipping class.

Song Xiuyang knew that Cheng Qiao was hiding from him on purpose, so he gave him time and space tacitly, and tried to stagger the time of meeting each other every day.

Half a month passed like this, and even his good friend Lu Minghui noticed that the two of them were abnormal.

Lu Minghui and Zheng Shaoyun were sitting together, they had made up their minds, and decided to call them out for a meal, after all, in the eyes of the students, there was nothing that couldn't be solved with one meal, if there was, it would be two meals!

On the Sunday afternoon of the first week of November, Lu Minghui and Zheng Shaoyun invited Cheng Qiao and Song Xiuyang out respectively, and the place was Cheng Qiao's favorite seafood restaurant.

On Sunday afternoon, Cheng Qiao wore a dark blue windbreaker and appeared at the door of the seafood shop at the appointed time.

Because it was not time for dinner, there were not many people in the seafood shop, so he raised his legs and walked inside, but after walking a few steps, he saw Song Xiuyang who stood up and walked towards him.

Cheng Qiao's first reaction was to dodge. How could he meet him here after hiding for half a month, or what?

He turned around and saw Lu Minghui and Zheng Shaoyun behind Song Xiuyang.

He was counted.

He turned around and wanted to escape, but Song Xiuyang, who was walking behind him quickly, grabbed his arm and pulled him out.

Today Song Xiuyang wore a low-necked sweater, perhaps because he had just come out of the research institute of the medical school, and his body exuded a strong smell of disinfectant.

He pursed his thin lips tightly, pulled Cheng Qiao solemnly, restrained the urge to curse, and pulled Cheng Qiao into an empty alley.

The alley is very narrow, just enough to accommodate two people. Song Xiuyang leaned him against the wall, supported Cheng Qiao's arms with both hands, and pressed his knees against Cheng Qiao's legs, holding down the wanting person in a very ambiguous posture. Get rid of the restless people.

If someone passes by the alley and sees them like this, they must think that they are doing something indescribable/describable.

Song Xiuyang's sudden movement made Cheng Qiao overwhelmed. He stared at the man in front of him. He never knew that an angry Song Xiuyang would be so terrifying.

His hands and feet were all bound, no matter how hard he stalked, he couldn't escape his restraint.

"Song Xiuyang! You are crazy!" This was the first sentence Cheng Qiao said to him in the past half month.

Song Xiuyang licked the corners of his lips maliciously, looked at the restless man in his arms, and slowly approached him, his gentle words mixed with a gentle breath hit Cheng Qiao's ear, and he was threatening him.

"Cheng Qiao, if you don't listen to me carefully, I don't guarantee that I will do anything on impulse."

Song Xiuyang clearly felt the body of the person in his arms stiffen, and instantly separated from his resistance, leaning obediently between the wall and himself.

Song Xiuyang looked at Cheng Qiao's tightly pursed lips, sighed, and let go.

"You don't have to hide from me anymore, don't blame them, I came to dinner today to tell you that now that my legs are healed, I will move out of the dormitory, you don't have to be afraid of meeting me on campus, junior Homework is tight, and I will basically stay in the laboratory."

"And I don't live on campus. You know where I live. I'm sorry for causing you trouble."

Song Xiuyang gave Cheng Qiao a sad look at last, then turned and left.

Looking at the leaving back, Cheng Qiao didn't leave quickly, he leaned against the wall, thinking about everything that happened just now, he was a little impatient, angry, and a little bit lost.

He looked down at the hands that were bound by Song Xiuyang just now, he was a little uncertain, did he feel a little joy to be hugged by him just now?

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