all sunsets in my world

On the second day, Hecheng arrived at the school after the morning reading class, and was immediately called away by Ma Qiuhua.

After asking around for nothing special, He Cheng returned to the class, saw Su Xiaoxiao and others, and did not hide when they looked over, his eyes were calm and calm.

Su Xiaoxiao walked towards him: "Did nothing happen to you yesterday?"

He Cheng sat down, shook his head and said, "No, I didn't know the way when I first came here."

When Bai Xuan was not there, Lan Bingxin saw him with an obvious apology on his face.He walked over anxiously and said, "I'm sorry."

He Cheng was slightly taken aback, and looked up at her.

"Maybe my way of asking is not right, He Cheng, I'm sorry, it caused you to get lost and your brother to worry." Lan Bingxin looked at him apologetically, and explained: "But I really didn't mean that yesterday."

Jin Jia nodded aside.

"Because I... I haven't been sure after I saw it, so I wanted to ask you. Actually, I'm... quite happy."

He Cheng looked at her fixedly, and blinked.

"I don't think there's anything wrong with homosexuality. I don't think there's anything wrong with this kind of love. You don't have to worry about other people's opposition. There are actually many people who support it like me." Lan Bingxin looked at him and said.

Su Xiaoxiao was thoughtful at the side, rubbing his chin with his hand for a while and said: "What age is it, isn't it normal for men and women? Lan Bingxin reads such novels every day with her arms around her."

Lan Bingxin looked up at her, and seeing that Hecheng remained silent, she said with a smile: "Hecheng, you and your brother are really a good match. I wish you both good luck together."

Is this the second person who supports them besides Qing Yongxi?He Cheng's hand holding the book tightened slightly, looking at the faces of the three people in front of him, the warmth in his heart was burning, as if there was a piece of hot magma.

It turned out to be like this, and some people would accept it. Not everyone sees them that way in their hearts.Who would have thought that he would be moved by these simple words.

From the very beginning, he was not supported, not understood, not favored, he had heard too many bad words, and he had seen hurtful eyes. become tearful.

It sounds absurd... Although he tried not to care about other people's opinions, but they were in this situation, and someone was sure that they would indeed bring more power.

After school, the teacher waited for a while, He Cheng was in a good mood, with a smile on his face, and He Wen was waiting at the door early.

The only difference is that he held a few bouquets of gardenias in his hand.

"Brother." He Cheng approached and called him.

He Wen stretched out his hand towards him, and put him in his arms.The gardenia was white and elegant, and exuded a faint fragrance. He handed it to Hecheng and said, "For you."

These bunches didn't look like they were bought, but they seemed to be picked from somewhere, He Cheng asked: "Where did this come from?"

He Wen was silent for a few seconds, and said, "Go home and tell you."

After getting on the subway, He Cheng never let go of He Wen's hand.This time point is the time when many students leave school. Students from all over the world are waiting for Line [-]. He Cheng holds flowers in one hand and He Wen in the other.

Both of them have outstanding looks and always attract a lot of attention.Some girls watched them whispering, and some elderly people pointed at them.

He Cheng licked his lower lip, tilted his body, and leaned on his shoulder: "Brother, what shall we have for dinner?"

He Wen looked down at him: "What do you want to eat? Actually, it's time to buy vegetables."

"Ah." He Cheng nodded: "Then let's get off the subway and eat something outside."

He Wen said yes.

When I got on the subway, it was overcrowded and crowded.He Wen locked He Cheng firmly in the corner, stopping at every stop, when someone came up, it was so crowded that He Wen had no choice but to hug He Cheng.

"...Cheng He is decent...so many people...don't mind..."

"It's just... I don't know how to be ashamed..."

"..."

The muttering came from behind, as if the voice was not lowered on purpose, many people around could hear it, and turned their heads to look at it.

He Cheng noticed it and raised his eyes to look at He Wen.

He showed no expression, his lips were pursed into a straight line, his expression was cold and indifferent, as if everything that happened around him had nothing to do with him.

It's cruel, that's how society is.Not many people can really accept homosexuality.Most of the time, holding hands, kissing, and hugging can only be done in invisible places. The love between two boys is like a soul that cannot see the sun. Once it is exposed to the sun, it will immediately disappear.

Those who can accept it... are probably in the novels Lan Bingxin reads, He Cheng thought.

But he doesn't believe in evil, this is their own business, don't they like it, can they still rush to separate them?

He Wen's arm was propped next to his ear, and He Cheng raised his hand to gently take it off, pinched his fingers, and slowly clasped them together.Putting the gardenia close to the tip of Hewen's nose and shaking it, Hecheng's dark pupils shone with a sly light.

After eating hot pot, he didn't stay outside for too long, because Hecheng still had homework to do.Going home and pressing the elevator, I met the mixed-race man I saw last time. He Cheng still remembered that his name was Qu Qiao.

He was dressed casually today, and saw two people raising their hands to say hello: "What a coincidence, you... ah, you just finished school, right?"

Just a few years apart in age, he couldn't ask "You guys just finished school", so he looked at He Cheng and asked.

He Cheng nodded and replied: "Yes."

"Aren't you from City C?"

He Wen didn't speak, He Cheng looked at him and said, "No, we are from City A."

Qu Qiao groaned, glanced at the entangled arms of the two, and smiled softly: "You two have such a good relationship."

As soon as he finished speaking, He Wen finally raised his eyes to look at him.Qu Qiao was grinning, and had two small canine teeth, which seemed to be about his age, but his smile seemed immature and childish.

At this moment, those eyes looked at them, quite gentle.

With a "ding", the sixteenth floor arrived.Qu Qiao turned around and said, "If you don't mind, come to my house for dinner next time, what a fate."

When the person left, Hecheng wondered, what's the reason?Is it the fate of running into several times in the elevator?He thought about it for a while and then didn't think about it again, because he was shocked by the huge bouquet of flowers in front of him.

As soon as I entered the house, I looked up and saw a large bouquet of gardenias placed at the door, filled with a refreshing floral fragrance.Crane Orange didn't count how many flowers there were... because there were too many.

He Wen looked at him from the side, half hugged him in his arms, and said softly, "Do you like it?"

Not as delicate as roses, not as eye-catching as peonies.Gardenia is fragrant and elegant, and under its white as snow appearance, it contains tenacity.

"Brother..." He Cheng was stunned for a long time, then reached out to touch the soft petals: "You..." He was a little speechless.

Gentle laughter invaded his ears, He Wen lowered his head and kissed his eyes, and said: "The flowers at home are probably about to bloom soon, we can't see it, it's a pity."

He Cheng looked at it stupidly, pursed his mouth, and looked like he wanted to cry.He Wen reached out and took out a packing box, he gently opened it and held it in front of He Cheng, looking into He Cheng's shocked eyes: "Cheng Cheng, I hope that one day, we will have a wedding."

"When the time comes, invite parents, invite our own friends, it doesn't matter if no one wants to come...I just want us to hold a wedding, let those people know that you were my family before, and you will always be. "

Hot tears slid down, wet the eye sockets and blurred vision, He Cheng bit his lips and looked at him, crying with his mouth puckered, his appearance was endearing, He Wen looked at him, it turned out that he was just a child who didn't grow up.

He Wen reached out and picked up his hand: "Little friend, do you think it's okay?"

"...Brother." He Cheng's voice was still hoarse, he stood on tiptoe and kissed him, nodded and said, "Okay."

Cartier's ring, glowing with light, is slowly put on the ring finger, which is an unswerving love, and gardenia is a lifetime of waiting.