Old Gong secretly loves me [Rebirth]

Zhou Qingyue blinked and said vaguely, "I just dreamed that you were proposing with a ring."

Qiao Heng let out a sigh of disinterest, he doesn't like girls now, how could he propose marriage.

He said lightly: "Dreams are the opposite of reality."

Zhou Qingyue thought about it for a while, and was amused: "So you will never propose in this life? You are destined to be single, Qiao Da male god."

This sentence seemed to have touched some of Qiao Heng's memories, but he just lowered his head and didn't speak.

Is there a cicada chirping in the darkness outside?

No one speaks.

But it wasn't embarrassing, even Zhou Qingyue felt relaxed, the wall was cool, and the evening breeze was also cool.

Qiao Heng's voice came from the side:

"Is it bad to be single?"

Zhou Qingyue leaned against the wall, turned his head to look at the figure of another person in the darkness, and said, "It's good to be single, it's not like you can't live without anyone."

Qiao Heng remembered the phone call he made with his mother, and smiled wryly: "Then why do you have to forgive a person who has committed many crimes?"

Zhou Qing listened quietly to Qiao Heng's talk.

Qiao Heng stated the facts plainly: "My father's surname is Long, and he agreed to my mother's surname because he wanted to marry my mother."

He took a deep breath, and then continued: "From the moment my mother found out about my dad's cheating, she has been looking forward to my dad's prodigal son returning. She has been looking forward to it for seven or eight years."

It was the first time Zhou Qingyue heard Qiao Heng speak in a mocking tone: "And then? And then in exchange for that man's guarantee that he would not commit another crime again and again."

"There is a safe in my house, which is specially used by my mother to store his guarantee letter, and it is so thick." Qiao Heng gestured two centimeters with his hand. "When I was in junior high school, as long as he cheated once, my mother committed suicide once... because my mother found out that she committed suicide once, my father could guard her at home and coax her for several months."

Zhou Qingyue opened his mouth slightly, wanting to say something, but finally closed it.

He didn't expect his aunt to look so gentle, but to be so ruthless.

Qiao Heng raised her head, put one hand on her eyes, and said in a muffled voice, "After graduating from the third year of junior high, my mother was diagnosed with liver cancer. She felt that she owed me for so many years, and said she would bring me here. The city started to live again."

Qiao Heng wanted to laugh when he said it, how could he make up for all the years of violence and vitriol.

Zhou Qingyue listened to Qiao Heng's tone of voice that seemed to be crying, not crying, and smiling, and unconsciously clenched his fingers.

"I don't need her for me to have a complete family, I just want her to live a little more comfortably."

But Qiao's father, Qiao's mother, how could they ask Qiao Heng's opinion? Zhou Qingyue sighed. He never thought that Qiao Heng's childhood would be like this in his previous life.

Qiao Heng said suddenly: "Qingyue, can I hug you."

Zhou Qingyue said yes, and reached out his hand.

Powerful arms tightly wrapped around his waist, and Zhou Qingyue realized that Qiao Heng's hands were trembling.

He was startled for a moment, and reached out to touch Qiao Heng's face.

Qiao Heng leaned her head on his shoulder, avoiding his hand.

Zhou Qingyue asked after realizing it: "Are you crying?"

Qiao Heng didn't speak.

It seemed that he was really crying. It was the first time Zhou Qingyue faced Qiao Heng who was crying, and he was even a little at a loss.

He opened his mouth to test: "...Why don't you come to my house on weekends?" Zhou Qingyue continued: "Don't you want to go back? Why don't you come to my house for two days."

Qiao Heng's voice was dull: "Sooner or later we have to face it."

Zhou Qingyue persuaded him: "It's shameful to escape...but it's useful."

After he finished speaking, he felt the vibration in Qiao Heng's chest, as if he was laughing at him.

Zhou Qingyue: "I think you're laughing at me."

Qiao Heng pushed the person away, the hug time was too short, and Qiao Heng recovered quickly, which made Zhou Qingyue a little dazed.

It seems that a hug from him can revive Qiao Heng with full blood.Zhou Qingyue shook his head, shaking this thought out of his mind.

After Qiao Heng calmed down, he pursed his lips, and only after crying did he realize whether it would look cowardly to hold Zhou Qingyue and cry.He took a deep breath, intending to forget the memory just now, and said, "Tell me about your previous dream."

Zhou Qingyue didn't expect the topic to come back again, trying to pretend to be crazy: "What dream."

Qiao Heng: "You just talk about my dream of proposing, where and to whom I propose."

Zhou Qingyue pretended to be dead: "...There is nothing to say about this."

Qiao Heng laughed and said, "I don't need to ask why you dreamed this dream." After he finished speaking, his mouth felt astringent, obviously he liked him.But Zhou Qingyue dreamed that he proposed to someone else.

Zhou Qingyue couldn't hold Qiao Heng back, so he had to blur the identity of the suitor and tell him the whole story.

Qiao Heng didn't take it seriously, and said, "So I was so miserable in your dream? My original partner died and I didn't propose marriage."

After Qiao Heng finished speaking, his expression changed, and he put one hand on his chest.

Zhou Qingyue hastily poohed a few times. After all, it is not auspicious for him to say that his original partner will die in the future, so he said, "Don't worry, dreams are the opposite."

Qiao Heng still frowned, and tightly covered his chest with his hands.

It didn't seem like he minded, but rather uncomfortable.Zhou Qingyue was a little nervous and asked, "What's the matter, what's wrong with you?"

Qiao Heng was puzzled and said: "...I don't know, I just felt palpitations for a moment." After he blurted out that sentence.

In the previous life, Qiao Heng's parents both died of liver cancer, so that Zhou Qingyue was very nervous whenever he encountered Qiao Heng's health problems, and asked, "Why don't you go to the hospital?"

Qiao Heng shook his head, "It's okay, it was just a moment ago, and now I'm recovering."

Zhou Qingyue was still worried, and said, "Why don't you go back to sleep for a while, it's only five o'clock, and you can still sleep for an hour."

Qiao Heng looked at the time, only to realize that it was almost dawn, and Zhou Qingyue stayed with him here for an hour and a half.

Tomorrow, Zhou Qingyue might keep nodding in class. Qiao Heng wanted to laugh when he thought of this scene, so he nodded and told Zhou Qingyue to go back to sleep too.

Before Zhou Qingyue left, Qiao Heng suddenly remembered something and called him to stop.

The palpitation just now made Qiao Heng think a little more involuntarily, and he asked casually, "Do you still remember whether the person I propose is a man or a woman?"

Zhou Qingyue didn't expect Qiao Heng to ask this question at all, his head was buzzing, didn't Qiao Heng know about homosexuality?Why do you ask this question.

Zhou Qingyue's silence made Qiao Heng's heart skip a beat, and he tentatively asked, "A man?"

After seeing Zhou Qingyue nodding his head with difficulty, Qiao Heng's daytime delusion was ready to move, and he asked softly, "Do you know him?"

Zhou Qingyue pinched his hands together unconsciously, he didn't answer, but asked instead: "Why did you guess it was a man?"

Qiao Heng's heart beat faster, and his voice was full of excitement that he didn't notice: "...Why can't I guess? What if the person I like is a boy?"

From then on, Zhou Qingyue felt that the atmosphere had become a little ambiguous.

Qiao Heng accepted the previous question as his acquiescence, and continued to ask: "Is that person on good terms with me?"

Zhou Qingyue felt that he shouldn't answer any more, so he lowered his eyes and said, "I want to go back and catch up on sleep."

Qiao Heng's eyes began to flash slightly, and Zhou Qingyue didn't deny any of his answers.He was disturbed by the fucking thing, now recalling Zhou Qingyue's words just now, only to realize that in the whole dream, Zhou Qingyue didn't mention his own perspective at all.

With hope in his eyes, he asked, "...is that you?"

Zhou Qingyue's eyelashes trembled slightly. He should have firmly said no now, but seeing Qiao Heng's eyes, he couldn't say anything.

Qiao Heng took a step towards Zhou Qingyue, Zhou Qingyue finally came to his senses, he said in a panic, "I'm going back to sleep first." Then he fled in despair.

When Zhou Qingyue was lying on the bed, he was in a daze.He had been lying to himself about the kiss in the Internet cafe before because Qiao Heng didn't know what homosexuality was, but now he couldn't lie to him no matter what.He's not stupid, but Qiao Heng is pretending to be stupid.

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Now after class, the two dormitories get together to discuss what show to perform.

Zhou Qingyue lay on the table and pretended to be dead. When Chen Guangyi came to poke him, he just turned his head.

Chen Guangyi was puzzled: "Qingyue, why don't you and Qiao Heng go together these few days?"

Zhao Yangling, who was reading next to him, replied casually: "It's awkward, it's not the first time we've seen each other."

Zhou Qingyue's earlobes turned red.

Zhao Yangling laughed at him: "It's up to you to ask, are you stupid or not, who in the first and second classes doesn't know that Qiao Heng and Zhou Qingyue's conjoined twins, if they didn't go together, it must be awkward."

Chen Guangyi said indifferently: "Oh—tomorrow night will be a social gathering. Qingyue, what program are you two dorms preparing for?"

Zhou Qingyue said weakly: "... let's sing."

Zhao Yangling applauded twice from the side, and said, "I told you he played and sang the guitar. I heard him practice secretly in the past two days."

Chen Guangyi didn't expect Zhou Qingyue to have this skill at all, and sighed: "Then the ones in our dormitory are very inferior."

Zhou Qingyue felt that he had the strength to laugh at Chen Guangyi, and said with a smile: "Why, do you talk about cross talk or wear women's clothing?"

Chen Guangyi stretched out his hand to scratch him, is there any brother who expects his brother to wear women's clothes?

Zhou Qingyue was scratched by him and hid everywhere, smiling and saying yes while hiding.

Zhao Yangling's appetite was lifted by the side, and he said, "So what are you doing?"

Chen Guangyi regretted: "We are poetry recitations."

Zhao Yangling was instantly disappointed, so boring.

Zhou Qingyue quarreled with him, but he gained strength, and asked casually, "What are you reciting? Young China?"

Chen Guangyi: "It's a poem by Tagore."

Zhao Yangling smiled: "Don't it be "Golden Flower" learned in the first year of junior high school?"

Chen Guangyi slapped the table in grief and indignation: "How is it possible, I think so, Qiao Heng disagrees!"

Zhou Qing laughed loudly.

Chen Guangyi continued: "Qiao Heng chose, "If I Never Meet You in This Life""

Zhou Qingyue's smile faded.