Who is not Bai Yueguang?

Those people insisted on sending text messages to this mobile phone every day, and Bi He couldn't help but wonder where did they find so many dirty words, and sent them to scold him without repeating any of them?

He has already sold his house, and all the money he can spend has been used for compensation. These days, he lives in a hostel that costs 30 yuan a day. He just got a place from someone he knows that he might be able to go to. Still hesitating whether to step out tomorrow.

The phone kept ringing, and new text messages came in every day, but he was reluctant to turn off the phone, because besides these uneasy curses, there was Xue Qiao in the phone.

Xue Qiao would say goodnight to him every day.

He pointed at the inferior calendar on the wall, and counted the time in his heart. Xue Qiao should be about to take the art test soon.

Xue Qiao, who can do everything well, should be able to enter the best film school smoothly.

When he was so busy and so important, he insisted on asking about Bi He's situation every day and saying good night to him.

Bi He has edited a lot of daily content. Sometimes he told Xue Qiao that he was in an English class, and sometimes he said that there was something big or small at home, and he asked for leave and didn't go to school.He could hardly find the right content.

He is not a person who is good at lying, and he has learned to tell lies after being tortured by the day-to-day entanglement and debt collection after his parents died, but the person at this moment is the one who should not be deceived the least.

The screen of the mobile phone kept flickering, and Bi He folded his hands to hold it in his palms, and lay down a little tiredly in the small bed in the guest house that exuded a strange smell.The banana leaves outside the house crackled against the window frame, blowing in gusts of cold wind.

It was about to rain, Bi He stared blankly at the ceiling for a while, then slowly got up and walked to the window, trying to close the rusty window.

The room he lived in was facing the noisy road, and he could see the guests walking into the guest house at a glance.

It was this glance that made Bi He's hand holding the window suddenly paused, and a bad premonition arose in his heart. He closed his eyes hard, opened them again and looked over, and desperately found that it was not his dazzled eyes.

Those strangers who chased him every day to abuse him and asked him for money came after him.

The blood on Bi He's face faded away, his trembling hands were put down from the window frame, and he didn't care about closing the window, he hurriedly stuffed the few things into the backpack, and ran out Door.

Fortunately, this dilapidated old building has a terrace opposite to the main entrance, which is not too high and is on the second floor.

Bi He's heart was beating very fast. He couldn't expect this kind of informal small guest house to keep the information of the residents confidential, and he was afraid of bumping into those people on the stairs.He ran very fast, and opened the balcony door almost in a panic. Feeling uneasy, he turned back and locked it tremblingly.

The rain started to drip down at this moment, Bi He climbed up to the edge of the terrace clumsily, his clothes and hands were covered with dust, he usually likes to be clean, but now he can’t take care of it, the whole person stands on the terrace in a daze, Not sure what to do next.

But he knows today won't be the only time.

He couldn't figure it out, everything that should be compensated has been compensated, and the police can't care about it anymore, why do those people still pester him?They had lost their daughter, hadn't he lost his parents as well?

At this moment, Bi He was at a loss and could only think dullly for a long time.He looked down at the bottom of the terrace. The second floor was not high, and he couldn't die if he jumped down.

He had just passed his 17th birthday, and he was so well protected by his parents. Facing such a sudden change, he had already struggled to support himself alone.He doesn't understand this society and can't think of a better way out.

There was only one way before him. He didn't know if the person who told him that he could help him was a good person, but he had no choice.

The mobile phone in his hand was still vibrating, Bi He looked down, and there were still those lingering text messages.

He was dazed for a while, then let out a sudden breath, put the phone in his backpack, stood there for a while, as if mustering up his courage, he gritted his teeth and jumped down.

He didn't have any motor skills, and when he landed, he twisted his foot violently. He was so pale in pain, but he didn't dare to make a sound. He wiped his rain-soaked face, stood up and stumbled out.

As he walked across the road, he thought dully, it was getting dark, but Xue Qiao's text message hadn't come yet.

"Bi He? Your name is really strange." A beautiful woman—or a girl is more appropriate, sat down opposite Bi He while wiping her long rain-soaked hair, "My name is Song Rui, you call me Sister Rui Come on, the pistil of the pistil."

Bi He was drenched in the rain all the way, and suddenly entered the warm room. In fact, the feeling was very uncomfortable, so he nodded with a pale face.

Sister Rui on the opposite side was still asking him: "Are you looking for a hemp stick? Who are you?"

"...I don't know you." Bi He said softly, "Someone told me to come here to find hemp sticks, and he can take me to do some work."

Sister Rui's delicate brows were obviously frowned: "How old are you? Have you graduated from high school?"

"Eighteen." Bi He lied, he had an intuition that this girl would not read his ID card, "I am an adult."

Sister Rui looked at him suspiciously, then smiled lightly and said, "Your nutrition is not very good."

Bi He buttoned the sofa nervously, lowered his head and said nothing.

"Okay, it's all those people who come to our place, and I'm not interested in knowing what you do." Sister Rui combed her long black hair slowly, and walked to the man who had been standing silently by the window In front of him, he took out a cigarette from his pocket, put it in his mouth and lit it in front of the man. He didn't smoke it immediately, but took out his mobile phone and dialed, "Stinky boy, get out of here. The person looking for you is here."

While waiting for Ma Gan to come over, Bi He's heart was beating very fast. He couldn't see what was waiting for him in the future, but he could vaguely guess what path he was going to take.

He fell into the bottom of the valley, the only luck is that Professor Bi originally planned to send him abroad, and he had a not-so-perfect excuse to make Xue Qiao think that everything was normal for him.

He also hopes that everything will be as usual, and he once wanted to encourage each other with Xue Qiao. Xue Qiao is a top student, and he himself is not bad. A good offer abroad, and a few years of good or bad school life.

However, the reality today is that Xue Qiao is on a better and more dazzling road, but Bi He is forced to struggle in a helpless society as a young man who is underage.

It was also raining on the day he called Xue Qiao for the last time.

City D is rainy in summer, and this is the rainy season that upsets Bihe the most.

"I...I'm looking after relatives in my hometown." Bi He squatted in the narrow courtyard of Tongzilou, the place was too crowded, and the rainwater could only squeeze through the gaps of the messy sundries, slapping his face unwillingly.He stared blankly ahead, still not proficient in lying.

"You know, it will take several years to go out. There are so many people in the family, and the elders are very reluctant..."

He said in a low voice, in fact, he didn't have many relatives in his family, and the only aunt's family wished that he would never go back. "I can't help it... Let's have dinner together again in the future."

What Xue Qiao said over there, Bi He smiled, the smile was very weak, and he looked a little sad.

"Ah Qiao." He exhaled lightly, and said in a relaxed tone that could not be heard at all, "I will be leaving in a few days, you...don't call me, there are a lot of things to get used to in the past, I definitely don't have time to reply... When I settle down, I will..."

He paused and said, "I'll contact you then, okay?"

A drop of rain fell on his eyelids, and Bi He's eyelashes trembled violently. After a long time, he whispered again: "Ah Qiao, I believe in you, you will be...the best actor...I will be there Watching you on TV... you... have to work hard."

When he hung up the phone, the rain suddenly became heavier, and he had no time to hide, and the wet raindrops soaked his entire face.

Bi He just squatted in the rain for a long time, and a strange feeling rose in his heart, which was more painful than when he was pulled by a debt collector, and it hurt more than when he jumped from the balcony and twisted his foot.

At this time, he actually knew very clearly that after hanging up the phone call, maybe he would never see Xue Qiao again in his life.

The ward was quiet, and Bi He lay uncomfortable all over, his eyelashes trembling nervously for a while.He reached out and pressed it, but it didn't work.

"Maybe I should really change this problem." Xue Qiao saw his actions, and said after a while, "I can't always believe what you say."

Bi He paused with his fingers pressing his eyelids, then put down his hands and said nonchalantly: "Don't be discouraged, it's not too late to figure it out now."

Xue Qiao was silent for a while, Bi He didn't think deeply about the meaning behind his silence, he could guess it anyway, after all, not everyone can accept that the little white rabbit suddenly becomes a rascal.

Xue Qiao looked at him and said again: "Xiaohe, I don't know what kind of life you have lived these years. In fact, I regret that I listened to your words that year and stopped keeping in touch with you every day... No, actually I know that even if I didn't listen to you, you wouldn't contact me again."

"Because I didn't call anymore, but I sent you an email. I thought you would be very busy, and I also marked the end of each letter without replying. Now that I think about it... I can't be sure if you have seen it. After all, you If you change your phone, your high school email probably won’t work anymore.”

Bi He tilted his head to the other side, and said casually: "It has been eliminated a long time ago."

Xue Qiao smiled: "I think so."

The two of them suddenly fell into silence again. Xue Qiao looked at Bi Hexiao's handsome face and the indifferent expression on that face, and felt a tight pain in his chest.

Until he saw Bi He again, he never thought that the phone call back then was Bi He saying goodbye to him. He just thought that the two people gradually lost contact in the busy life trajectory, but the agreement is still there, Xue Qiao He is a person who is very serious about his life and ideals. He has worked hard to be an excellent actor over the years, and a large part of the reason is the cheering words Bi He said on the phone at that time.

However, looking at Bi He at this moment, he felt a deep powerlessness.

Unlike when he was sixteen or seventeen years old and subconsciously avoided communicating with others because he was not good at words, Bi He at this moment has erected a solid barrier all over his body, looking like he doesn't care, firmly isolating others thousands of miles away.

Xue Qiao originally thought that the feelings that had been diluted by time and that he had not expressed at that time, when he saw this person again, he jumped out of the time machine, erased the traces of these years, and flooded ten times, a hundred times return.

But Bi He on the bed always tilted his head and refused to look at him, with a look of reluctance.Xue Qiao looked at him for a while, then called again: "Xiaohe."

It took a long time for Bi He to say "hmm".

"Are you happy?" Xue Qiao asked, "All these years."

"...It's pretty good." Bi He said indifferently.

Xue Qiao didn't try to distinguish the authenticity of his answer, but just smiled and said in a low voice: "I've had a good time too, I've been thinking about what you said, and I've been waiting for the day when I can see you again. "

"..." Bi He was silent for a while before saying, "That will disappoint you, I don't want to have this day at all."

At this time, Xue Qiao has completely returned to his usual appearance, with a tolerant smile on his brows and eyes, as if he doesn't care at all about Bi He's stinging attitude in every sentence.

"Really?" He laughed, "Why did you come to me?"

Bi He remained silent and did not answer.

"Let me think about it." Xue Qiao really pretended to be thinking, "You came to see me on Sunday, and the program I recorded was broadcast before that day, so you saw me on TV, so you remembered Looking for me?"

Bi He didn't seem to listen to him seriously, and said casually: "Maybe."

Xue Qiao chuckled: "Then do you remember what I said on the show?"

Bi He was startled, and wanted to simply turn over and face Xue Qiao with the back of his head, but his perfect plan was hindered by the plastered leg, so he had to pretend to pull the quilt casually: "I forgot."

"Well, your memory was not as good as mine before." Xue Qiao said with a smile.Bi He was surprised to find that with just a few words, Xue Qiao's state suddenly became very relaxed, not at all like the cold person when Bi He just woke up.But at the same time it wasn't quite his usual self.

"It should be about the topic of first love." Xue Qiao really recalled, "Although it sounds like a script, and it is perfunctory, in fact, what I said at the time was true. My first love is indeed a very cute person."

Seeing that Bi He didn't speak, he said again: "Do you want to hear the details from the person involved?"

Bi He pulled the quilt to cover his face, and said expressionlessly in the quilt: "I'm not interested."

Who wants to listen to him talk about Qiao Mingxi.

Xue Qiao didn't care about his answer at all, and said with a smile: "I have known him for many years, he...he didn't like to talk very much before, but he has a very cute personality, a bit like...a little squirrel, isn't he right? He is indifferent, but he doesn't know how to express himself, but he actually remembers everyone who treats him well; like a child, he doesn't know how to take care of himself, he doesn't have motor nerves, and he will get hurt even if he runs."

These words were not much different from the long speeches written by Qiao Mingxi's fans. Bi He felt boring and noisy, so he couldn't help covering his ears under the quilt.

But Xue Qiao's voice still drifted into his ears persistently: "He likes to read martial arts novels very much, and he always forgets the time when he is fascinated. So I often go to the bookstore with him to prevent him from reading too late and delaying his return home. Scolding... We would buy some desserts to eat when we were reading, and sometimes he would drink milk. When he often went to get the cup, his eyes were still in the book, and he drank all over his mouth. Looking at his face at that time, I actually I really want to kiss..."

Bi He's eyelashes trembled suddenly.

"Actually, I'm not a nice person, and I don't have a disease that makes me uncomfortable if I don't take care of others. I just do what every ordinary person would do to others, but to him... I always want to treat him better, and even better. There are so many people, I just want to make him smile at me, and I strongly want him to know that any troubles and troubles can be thrown at me, as long as he can smile a little more every day; when I see him, I will feel Everything I do is full of motivation, and I want to play every role better than the last one, so that when he sees it on TV, he won’t be disappointed in me.”

"I have a lot of things that I want to do with him, and I also have a lot of things that I want to say to him. I even occasionally dream that the two of us are getting old and sitting on the balcony basking in the sun... This kind of mood is a bit funny to say, but it is true. Only he makes me feel a little nervous, I worry about whether I am handsome enough in front of him today, if he compliments me, or just calls my name, I will also feel that the whole day is very good... It’s a feeling we’ve had since we were all teenagers.”

Bi He suddenly held his breath.

"He is not only my first love... Even if we meet again now, his personality has become more cheerful, and his personality has changed a little bit. When I face him, my mood has never changed."

A hand stretched out, pulled the quilt gently and irresistibly, Bi He turned his head slowly, and saw the eyes full of indescribable affection of the person in front of him at a glance.

"It's been so many years." Xue Qiao looked into Bi He's eyes and said slowly, "I've always missed him."

Bi He burst into tears.

His mind was blank, and he stared blankly at Xue Qiao for a long time with tears on his cheeks, before he stammered and asked, "Then, let me interview you...that first love...he...what's his name?"

There was a smile on Xue Qiao's lips, and he stretched out his hand suddenly, and his warm palm gently covered Bi He's eyes.

In the darkness, Bi He heard him ask in a low and gentle voice: "Student, my name is Xue Qiao, Shan Qiao Qiao, how about you?"

Bi He heard the sound of the time machine.

It was also such a season, and it was also such a quiet room. In the classroom where there were only two people left after school, the handsome boy stood in front of him and asked the same question.

What he replied was——

"...Bi He...after all, Bi, He Miao's He."

There is nothing new in this way, and I have remembered it for many years.

Bi He's eyelashes couldn't stop trembling, rubbing Xue Qiao's palms a little itchy, he didn't speak, and after a long time, he suddenly stretched out his hands to hold Xue Qiao's wrist, pulled his hand away and stared at him with rounded eyes.

"you……"

Xue Qiao looked at him tenderly.

Bi He swallowed: "Don't you like Qiao Mingxi?"