Who is not Bai Yueguang?

This scared Bi He almost jumped up, and almost fell to the road when he turned around.

The visitor quickly reached out and grabbed his arm, Bi He was taken forward and rushed forward, and the faint smell of alcohol floated towards him.

"Xiaohe?" The other party's voice sank, "What's the matter? Have you been drinking?"

The street lamp above his head was flickering like it was going to explode at any time. Bi He felt that he was really a little drunk, and blinked hard to successfully overlap the three phantoms in front of him into a clear face.

Bi He was so frightened that he almost woke up from the wine, and suddenly realized that tears were still running down his face, and hurriedly wiped them with the back of his hand.

It's all the fault of Ma Gan, who said "Hezi, I will remember you forever", as if he was going to die.

Bi He muttered in his heart, and ruthlessly dumped the blame on Ma Gan.

A squarely folded men's handkerchief suddenly appeared in front of him.

An Jin's face was [-]% worried, and when he looked at Bi He, his expression was concerned and anxious: "Who bullied you?! Someone poured wine on you?"

Bi He moved his fingers, took the handkerchief from his hand, and said thank you while complaining in his heart that he hadn't seen An Jin become such a pussy for several years.

From An Jin's point of view, he looked like he was being bullied: "Don't cry, tell me who bullied you?"

Bi He glanced at him slowly, and seemed to see a trace of anger leaking from the corners of his brows and eyes.Bi He rubbed his forehead and whispered, "I'm fine."

He murmured in his heart, not understanding why An Jin appeared here at this moment.In fact, he didn't want to see the other party at the moment. The headache caused by alcohol made him exhaust all his patience, and he managed to maintain the appearance that Bi He with black hair should have.

"Why are you here so late?" An Jin asked, taking a step forward to approach him, but Bi He took another step back. An Jin was taken aback, and said in a low voice, "Where is your home? I'll take you back."

Bi He quickly said: "No need, I just blow the wind to sober up."

As he spoke, a gust of night wind really blew across Bi He's forehead coolly, and his chaotic head began to function sluggishly.

"Xiaohe." An Jin looked at him cautiously, "Are you...in a bad mood?"

Bi He smiled lightly at him: "No."

An Jin felt more and more that something was wrong. Bi He in his memory was taciturn and shy, but he was by no means cold like this, so the worried expression on his face became even more worried: "It's too late for me to take you home."

"No need." Bi He refused, "I'll just take the bus."

The place where the two stood was only a few steps away from the bus stop sign on the side. Bi He walked over unsteadily, and An Jin hurriedly followed.

"I drive, it's very convenient." He didn't give up, "I don't worry about you being alone at night."

Bi He wanted to say what worries a big man, but he opened his mouth but swallowed back the words he almost said.

The few traces of clarity left in him are preventing him from letting the yellow-haired Bihe out.

Then he turned around, looked at An Jin and smiled: "I really don't want to trouble you, why don't you accompany me to wait for the bus, and you'll see me off too."

An Jin still wanted to say something, but looked at Bi He's face and remained silent.

Bi He stood under the stop sign. At this time, he wanted to thank the black-haired Bi He for leaving behind a lot of effort.

Scattered cars and pedestrians passed by, An Jin turned his head and looked at Bi He several times, the frequency was so high that Bi He couldn't help but want to ask him, so he said cautiously: "Xiaohe, if you meet What's the matter, you can tell me."

"I'm fine." Bi He put on a shy smile that was just right on his lips, telling a half-truth and half-lie as if embarrassed, "I have a farewell party for my friends, and I drank some wine."

"You don't drink well, how can you be outside alone after drinking." An Jin disagreed.

Bi He took a look at him, which was calm and indifferent, but it made An Jin pause, and forgot what to say next.

But Bi He smiled: "Are you doing business around here?"

"I'm here to find you." An Jin was silent for a while and said, "Your phone has been disconnected."

"Really?" Bi He showed a surprised expression, "My mobile phone has been malfunctioning recently."

An Jin immediately said, "I'll buy you a new one."

Bi He paused and said helplessly, "You really haven't changed at all."

"Aren't you too." An Jin smiled happily, "Xiao He, you are still exactly the same as before."

"...Really." Bi He smiled and didn't speak again.

"Xiao He." An Jin called out again, and Bi He turned his head to look over, and saw that his eyes were heavy, and there were many emotions in his eyes that Bi He seemed to understand and didn't seem to understand, "I... miss you very much. "

In fact, his longing for Bi He and the loss he could not find all these years cannot be summed up in a simple sentence of "I miss you very much".But facing Bi He who had become a young man, he couldn't say anything more.

"Will you contact me?" he asked.

Bi He was silent for a while, and slowly said: "Ah Jin, you must be very busy, don't waste time on me."

An Jin was taken aback, and the muscles on his face twitched uncontrollably: "Is it okay to just want to have a meal once in a while? Xiaohe, I have been..."

He didn't say the second half of the sentence. Looking at the silent Bi He, it took him a lot of effort to suppress the anger rising in his heart, and said word by word with difficulty: "Don't reject me."

The last 157 road roared from a distance, like a mysterious symbol getting closer and closer.

Bi He let out a long breath, and whispered helplessly: "But haven't I already rejected you?"

The car door of 157 opened with a bang, and Bi He turned his head to take a look, and then met An Jin's gaze, and said goodbye to him seriously: "I'm leaving, Ah Jin, goodbye."

An Jin looked at him in astonishment and confusion, Bi He had already turned around and stepped into the car.

"Xiao He!"

An Jin raised his foot and seemed to want to follow up, but he didn't know what to think, so he stopped again and stood there in a daze.

Bi He got into the car, walked to the window and looked at An Jin on the side of the road, stood on the spot with both hands clenched, looked at him with a heavy expression, and then suddenly punched the stop sign.

The bus started slowly, leaving him where he was.

In the empty carriage, only the last row of high school students wearing earphones, looked curiously at Bi He who was standing by the window, then lowered his head again.

Bi He found a seat and sat down, staring at the back of the driver's head for a long time, not knowing what he was thinking.

The lonely figure of An Jin standing next to the stop sign flashed in his mind. In fact, the An Jin in front of him just now was no longer the An Jin who wore the uniform of a foreign school when he was in high school, but Bi He could almost accurately draw the picture of what the other party was doing. Hearing his expression after saying goodbye.

He must have been trying so hard to restrain himself that his facial muscles almost twitched. He wanted to catch up, but was held tightly by another person, An Jin.

Bi He found it very strange. He didn't think he knew An Jin very well, but he could almost conclude that the other party must be in such a state at this moment, just like many years ago.

He felt soft-hearted for a moment, the black-haired Bi He hesitated to say something, but was held down by the yellow-haired Bi He.

Don't be softhearted.The yellow-haired Bihe said harshly.

Back then, you were too soft-hearted to cause all these endless troubles.

Bi He closed his eyes and fell into a long corridor in an instant.Many people were imprisoned on both sides of the aisle, he hesitated and walked forward, and was left behind with a loud "Bi He".

He walked past the wooden desk in elementary school, the first school uniform he received when he entered junior high school, and the grandmother who sold breakfast at the gate of high school.

"Xiao He!"

With a sudden slap on the shoulder, Bi He opened his eyes and turned around. An Jin stood behind him, with a nervous face under his messy hair.

Bi He looked around, the summer sun rushed down through the gaps in the leaves, hurting people's eyes.

He carried a schoolbag with many exercise books on his shoulders, his lips turned white from the heat, and he just wanted to leave quickly, but he was speechless.

"I'm serious." An Jin stared into his eyes, with a nervous and eager expression on his face, "Believe me, Xiaohe, I really like you."

"Why not? Can you say something?"

Bi He clutched the strap of his schoolbag nervously, his black hair and pupils were covered with a light golden light by the sun, which looked amazing, but he seemed helpless and unbearable.

"I..." he said nervously, "We are all boys..."

"Do you like women?" An Jin asked with a frown.

Bi He paused and was speechless.

"You don't like it." An Jin said firmly, a little anxiously, "Xiaohe, I don't understand why I can't? You don't know anyone, I know, am I not good to you? You are with me, we Will protect you and won't let others bully you."

Bi He was a little at a loss at first, but he sighed a long time: "An Jin, I really don't like you, and I'm not a girl... I don't need your protection."

"Why?" An Jin gritted his teeth and almost jumped out word by word, "Why don't you like me?"

Bi He was stunned by the question, and he didn't know how to answer him well. Why would he like it or not?

He lowered his head, An Jin's eyes were too hot, and he didn't know what to do.He felt a little unbearable, and after a long time he said helplessly, "You are a very good friend..."

"I don't want to be your friend!" An Jin roared suddenly, which made Bi He tremble.

An Jin was stunned for a while, tried to calm down, and said in a low voice: "Xiaohe, you should think about me."

The world in front of me seemed to shake, and the voice of the black-haired Bi He was a little far away.

"If you don't like it, you just don't like it, Ah Jin, I can't hang on to you, I can only refuse."

A pair of invisible hands pulled him away from the place, and Bi He's eyes flickered, and when he was clear again, he found himself standing in a familiar room.

This is a boy's room. There is only a single bed and a large bookcase that occupies almost the entire wall. It is full of books neatly stacked on it, and each book has traces of being turned over many times.

Bi He stood in front of the wooden desk and picked up the old-fashioned mobile phone with a flashing signal light.

It was full of text messages from An Jin.

Only then did he remember that the other party seemed to be leaving, maybe something happened at home, and he was about to be sent abroad by his family during the summer vacation of his second year of high school.

An Jin talked about his helplessness and missing him in the text message.The last text message was a series of exclamation points, saying that he wanted to see Bi He.

Bi He has no affection for An Jin beyond being a friend, but his heart softens again when he sees these pleading text messages.

He is not someone who knows how to harden his heart and reject others. Even if it is because of his soft heart that he gave An Jin the opportunity to slowly enter his world and become a so-called friend, at this moment he still has a kind of unbearable feeling. Emotions.

He tried to dial An Jin's number, but he was answered by an unfamiliar male voice.

"Hello, Bihe."

Bi He was taken aback, hesitated and said, "Hi, is An Jin there?"

"Sorry for taking the liberty." The male voice over there was very low, and his tone sounded a bit cold, "My surname is Ji, and I'm A Jin's friend."

Bi He opened his mouth: "Ah, hello."

"Ah Jin was sent on the plane by his family." The man surnamed Ji said, "Maybe he will never come back, you can dial the number I gave you in six hours, of course, you don't have to."

Bi He didn't seem to react, and remained silent in a daze.

The other side said again: "I have conveyed his meaning, excuse me, goodbye."

"……goodbye."

After Bi He uttered two words, he hung up the phone.

Bi He stood still listening to the busy tone on the receiver, and after a while, the notification tone of the text message sounded. He took down the phone and glanced at it. An Jin's number sent a series of numbers.

Bi He stared at the screen for a while, then sighed slowly after a long time, and put the phone in the drawer.