good luck

Song Ji walked into Xu Ting's room, which was very clean, except for a few extra comics and books, there were basically no traces of life left.

Song Ji looked at the box that Xu Ting had brought by the corner, and walked over to pick it up.

It is very heavy, and there are several of them like this, but they have never been opened.

He was a bit uncomfortable, sometimes it was one thing to think about things, but another thing to actually see them with his own eyes.

Song Ji walked to the dark gray table where books and magazines were placed, and began to look for his own.

He couldn't find it, so he looked carefully.

Turning his head, he found that it was next to Xu Que's pillow, half covered by the quilt.

However, the bed is a very ambiguous place, as soon as Song Ji gets close, he feels like he has invaded Xu Ting's territory.

There is an illusion of being surrounded by his breath.

Song Ji picked up the book he had lent to Xu Ting, but found that there was a diary underneath.

A corner of the photo protrudes from it.

Song Ji was curious, and gently pulled it out to see that it was a photo of himself and Xu Ting when they were in high school.

Compared with the present, the two people in the photo look too young.

Wearing short-sleeved white school uniforms and light gray school uniform trousers, they put their shoulders on each other and smiled happily at the camera.

Song Ji looked at them carefully at that time, but he still couldn't remember when and when this photo of the two of them was taken together.

He put the photo aside, a little curious about what Xu Ting would write in the diary with their group photo sandwiched between them.

Song Ji took the diary, opened it and closed it, closed it and opened it again.

His sense of morality restrained him not to violate Xu Ting's privacy, and his strong curiosity and desire made him unable to help but want to spy.

Finally Song Ji figured it out: I am not a moral person.

He began to look through it with peace of mind.

The diary records Xu Ting's entire high school years.

I don’t write every day, but only write down something interesting every few days, and each article is not long.

When I was in the freshman year of high school, I mostly wrote about which manga and anime I read, and complained about the characters in them.

Didn't mention much about getting along with schoolmates.

Song Ji smiled while watching, he didn't know how tender the tenderness in those eyes and brows was.

In the second year of high school, Xu Ting's diary began to mention his classmates in the new school, and Song Ji saw himself appearing many times.

The first time Xu Ting mentioned him was not long after school started, and he saw Xu Ting being bullied and went up to help him.

Xu Ting wrote in his diary that he received love from his classmates for the first time.

Song Ji laughed, he thought about it carefully, but he didn't have any impression of it.

However, for the second time, Xu Tiao complained that he was not a gentleman, and he was cold to the girl who confessed.

To say that he has a scheming heart is definitely not as sunny as it seems on the surface.

Song Ji:. . .

After that, Xu Ting began to write diaries more frequently, and the length of the diary became longer and longer.

Song Ji has no impression of some things, some can recall a little, and some have a deep memory.

Gradually, he realized something was wrong.

Probably since the second semester of the second year of high school, the diary has less funny and humorous, and some negative and gloomy emotions.

I don’t write often, like two or three times a month.

Song Ji frowned, he had never noticed that Xu Ting was in such a state at that time.

Xu Ting wrote in his diary that I should have known that he was straight.

he?who?

He is straight?

Is there anyone who is not straight?

Song Ji's heart beat faster, and a bold guess faintly floated in his mind.

He flipped through the book faster, and finally saw a sentence near the end: He has a girlfriend, and we are no longer at the same table, we really shouldn't like him.

Song Ji finally knew why Xu Ting deliberately indifferent to himself later.

Song Ji closed the diary with a snap, clipped the photos back and put them where they were, smoothed the crumpled sheets, and gently closed the door to leave.

He went back to his study and sank into the sofa armchair.

Song Ji had mixed feelings in his heart, he was shocked and distressed, but also a little happy and proud.

He was shocked that Xu Ting fell in love with him when he was in high school, and felt sorry for him enduring tears at night alone.

I am happy that the two of them can be regarded as like-minded, and have a sense of controllable pride.

Song Ji took apart the pen on the wooden table, took out a piece of white paper and began to calmly sort out his thoughts.

The first question is, if Xu Ting liked him in high school, does he still like him now?

Second, if he still likes himself now, what should he do next.

There are three ways.First, go to Xu Ting and tell him directly.

Second, hinting at Xu Ting's confession.

Third, don't move anyone, don't know what happened today, and continue to be friends when Xu Ting moves out.

Again, pick out the consequences.

. . .

Like drawing a program block diagram, Song Ji listed all possible choices and all possible results one by one.

He looked at the various endings pointed to by those branch lines, thought about it carefully, and parted ways with those lifelong friends.

All unlucky things like that are crossed out.

In the end, he chose to confess to Xu Ting himself first.

Song Ji thought about how wronged Xu Ting was in high school, and being with other girls in front of him every day, how heartbreaking it was.

If I knew it earlier, I wouldn't have punished those idiots, so that Xu Ting wouldn't alienate himself later.

He figured out the way to go, and stretched his waist in a moment of relaxation.

No, Song Ji suddenly remembered that Xu Ting seemed to have said that he had two partners.

That object is a man?

He can't control his wild thoughts, as long as he thinks that there will be other men who have kissed Xu Ting or even slept with him

A bed, heart pantothenic acid.

Song Ji intends to buy a gift, and will discuss it with Xu Ting tomorrow.

He picked up his wallet and keys, went downstairs and drove away.

There was a smile on the corner of his mouth all the way, thinking how happy Xu Ting would be when he heard his confession.

My eyes will definitely widen, and maybe I will cry with emotion.

Song Ji felt that if Xu Ting really cried at that time, he would hug him and kiss him.

Cayenne drove all the way to the business circle, Song Ji walked into a shopping mall, from clocks and perfumes on the first floor to rings and jade bracelets on the second floor, clothing and men's shoes on the third floor, and walked around the mall all the way.

Looking at everything, I want to buy Xu Ting, but I am not satisfied with anything when I look left and right.

He even thought about buying a ring to trap Xu Tie, but he felt frivolous again.

After wandering around, I felt that the things I gave for the first confession should be more expensive, so that Xu Ting would not be able to refuse himself even for the sake of his heart.

Song Ji drove straight to the jade shop he often went to on weekdays, and picked a piece of Hetian Jade Bodhisattva for an hour.

The owner of the store knew him well and made fun of him.

He said that he had never seen him so carefully. If he hadn't seen that he picked a male Bodhisattva, he would have thought he was giving it to his girlfriend.

Song Ji replied that he was indeed picking someone, he was weird and picky, that's what he liked.

He paid his bill and left, and it was nine o'clock in the evening when he got home.

Only then did Song Ji remember that he hadn't had dinner yet.

He opened the door, thinking he would find something to eat later.

Before entering the room, I saw Xu Ting sitting on the sofa waiting for him.

But with a sullen face, he stared at him expressionlessly.

Song Ji's heart was instantly calm after being excited all night.

He felt uneasy, and the corners of his mouth that were originally hooked slowly pulled down.

"What's wrong?" He asked Xu Ting.

Xu Ting seemed very angry, and a little hesitant, "Song Ji, did you look through my diary?"

Song Ji was surprised, thinking that he hadn't missed any tricks, everything was put in its place, how could he still know.

He was a little guilty, and his voice was a little cautious: "Well, I saw it."

When it's time to admit a mistake, you have to admit it. Song Ji is very knowledgeable about current affairs. "hug..."

Before he could finish apologizing, the person opposite was furious.

Xu Tie blushed, and became angry with embarrassment: "You actually stole my diary! Why do you just rummage through my things? Whoever asked you to rummage, do you know how to respect people?"

Hearing his tough tone, Song Ji also said that he didn't respect him.

Saying that he doesn't respect others is not wronging him, but I have treated Xu Ting wholeheartedly from the beginning to ten years later.

He also remembered that Xu Ting had been secretly in love with him for so long and never let anyone know about it, and then he still inexplicably indifferent to himself.

Although he was wronged for a while, he did feel that the atmosphere was aggrieved, and he didn't choose what to say.

"Yes, I just watched it. Fortunately, I watched it. Otherwise, how would I know that someone has worked hard and silently liked me for so long."

"Song Ji! You...you are too self-righteous! Who likes you, I..."

"Oh, you don't like me." Song Ji interrupted him with a sneer.

"Whose diary did it say that they reacted to me the first time they saw the film?

And who secretly watched me and my girlfriend go back to hide in bed and cry? "

Song Ji's tone was calm and slow, as if he was in control of the overall situation.

In fact, he was already full of anger and blood at this time, and he would say anything that could stab Xu Tie in the heart.

He had to present the facts to make Xu Ting feel ashamed, admitting that he really liked him so much that he had to.

Xu Tie lost all face, and those shameful secrets that were unknown in his youth were exposed nakedly by the parties.

His tone was contemptuous and condescending, and he just wanted to escape.

Xu Ting walked up to Song Ji, but didn't look at him, and walked out to avoid him.

"Where are you going?" Song Ji asked coldly.

"It's none of your business."

Song Ji grabbed Xu Ting's wrist.

"I asked where are you going?" His tone was colder, full of anger, gloomy and rainy.

"I said, use. No. Do. You. Take care." Xu Ting stared straight at Song Ji without backing down, provocative word by word.

He wanted to shake off the tightly grasped wrist, but Song Ji was too strong to move, and instead made his hand hurt.

"I don't need to care about where you think of me, you can come and go whenever you want at night"