Shhh, it's a secret...

After school in the afternoon, I dragged Shen Xinhe back to the dormitory.

Shen Xin and I live in the same dormitory, but his house is close, so we usually go back to live there.

In addition, I knew that he was thinking a little bit, so I tried my best not to talk in the dormitory, maybe because I felt embarrassed, he came to the dormitory less frequently.

But too many things happened today, I really dare not live alone.

Therefore, even if you know that his mind is impure, you still invite him to be with you.

By the time we reached the door of the dormitory, it was already dark.

The cool evening breeze blows from outside the building and blows over the back, giving it a chilly feeling in the hot summer.

I shivered involuntarily, and looked back suddenly, but there was nothing but the brilliance of the setting sun.

Shen Xinhe next to him asked suspiciously: "What's wrong?"

I shook my head and said it was okay, took out the key and opened the door.

I don't know if it's an illusion or what, but I always feel that there are two eyes looking at me.

It's a familiar, deja vu look.

The dormitory is a double dormitory. In addition to the standard upper and lower tables, it has a washroom, toilet and balcony. Because Shen Xinhe doesn't often live in the dormitory, and I have few things, there is still a vacant space.

It might be because of the heat, as soon as Shen Xinhe entered the dormitory, he took a change of clothes and went to the bathroom.

I looked around the dormitory, and as usual, I was inexplicably relieved, climbed into bed, and prepared to rest for a while.

The moment I shook off the quilt, I heard the sound of something falling to the ground.

The sound is quite small, it shouldn't be a big thing, but it is very clear in a quiet bedroom.

I was stunned for a moment, thinking that there should be nothing important on my bed, and I was too lazy to go down, so I fell asleep on my own.

"Little Joe, Little Joe..."

After a while, I felt my shoulders being pushed, and I, who was dreaming a good dream, turned over irritably and didn't want to talk to me.

But the person next to me didn't seem to have the concept of giving up, and continued to work hard, as if he wouldn't give up until I woke up: "Xiao Qiao, Xiao Qiao..."

Suddenly, as if I had thought of something, I opened my eyes suddenly, and looked at the man in front of me who had been dead for many years in shock.

For a moment, all language was lost.

He looked at me with exquisite eyebrows and eyes, and the tear mole under the corner of his right eye made his face look extremely handsome.

He said, "Little Joe, don't you remember me?"

The voice was still as gentle as in memory, but it made me shiver.

he died……

As early as three years ago, he was dead!

Seeing that I didn't speak, he put his hands on the top of my head, and carefully combed my messy hair: "Little Qiao, don't ignore me. Do you know that I took a lot of effort to get out .”

After finishing speaking, he sighed faintly, looked straight into my eyes, as if he wanted to see through me: "Little Qiao, you won't forget me, will you?"

Looking at his bottomless pupils, after only a few seconds, he looked away, suppressing his trembling: "No."

I really haven't forgotten him.

Taking a step back, how could I forget him.

He was my first man and the only man until now.

Before high school, he was in almost every picture of my life.

It was he who led me step by step from a child to a teenager, and from a teenager to a man. He gave me everything, made me arrogant and fearless.

He was so kind to me that I took everything for granted.

He taught me everything, but he didn't teach me to take responsibility.

It was me who left him when he couldn't bear it, and became the last straw that crushed him.

After all, it was me who killed him.

He is so proud and strong, if not for me, how could he die?

But, dead, why do you want to come back?

I was a little sorry for him, but these apologies were not enough to make me face death without changing my face.

Are you here to take revenge on me?

I looked at his shadowless body under the light, trembling in my heart, but I still didn't ask.

Hearing my reply, he hugged me and rubbed against my neck, with uncontrollable joy in his tone: "Little Qiao, I miss you so much~"

The cold breath hit my neck, causing goosebumps, and I tried my best to restrain my trembling in his warm embrace.

I stared blankly at the snow-white wall opposite, so scared that I didn't dare to make a single movement.

I know that no matter how amiable he is, he is not the Yin You I am familiar with.

Yin You is dead, I killed him!

I knew that he was already standing on the edge of a cliff at that time, but I pushed him cruelly without any hesitation or procrastination!

"Little Qiao, why are you crying?"

The voice next to my ear pulled me back from my thoughts.

I looked at him, only to realize that the tears had been flowing unknowingly, and even his shoulders were wetted with marks.

He stuck out the tip of his tongue and slowly licked my tears.

I stared at him blankly, even forgetting to shed tears.

He didn't leave until there were no more tears on his face, but he didn't forget to leave a kiss on my lips when he left.

He said, "Little Joe, are you afraid?"

Before I nodded, he said again: "Little Qiao, have you forgotten? As I said before, I will never hurt you."

He smiled at me, took out a watermelon candy from his arms, and handed it to me: "Little Qiao, don't cry, okay? Look, I brought your favorite candy."

That hand was as white and slender as ever, and a small candy on it was red and green, very pretty.

When I stretched out my hand to take it, I suddenly saw the eye-catching and terrifying scar, my body trembled, and I slammed down the watermelon candy, screaming at the top of my lungs, "I won't eat it!"

The watermelon candy fell off the bed, making a slight sound.

In the few seconds of silence, it was almost visible to the naked eye. He froze, looked at the empty hands with red marks, and pursed his lips with a little grievance: "I thought... I thought you would like it."

I hugged myself, not daring to listen to his voice. In fact, I regretted it the moment I slapped his hand off. I was afraid, afraid that he would hit me, although he never did such a thing.

But the world changes, who can stay the same?

After a while, he sighed slightly: "Little Qiao, don't be afraid, if you don't like it, I'll bring you something else next time."

As he said that, as if thinking of something, he pulled out a smile, warm as the sun, maybe it shouldn't be used on him, a dead man: "Xiao Qiao, wait a little longer, we can be together again gone."

I felt cold all over, and looked at him suddenly, before asking what he meant.

His figure gradually became blurred, and finally disappeared like a wisp of smoke.

……

"Qiao Zuo, why are you asleep again?"

Hearing Shen Xinhe's voice, I quietly opened my eyes, looked at the light above my head as bright as day, touched the sticky sweat stains on my body, and only then realized that it turned out to be a dream again.

Three times a day, it was him in the dream.

People say, thinking about it every day and dreaming at night, it's me, do I miss him too much?

How is it possible?

I left the capital just to leave the place where his breath is everywhere.

How can I miss him?

"what?"

Shen Xinhe below seemed to have discovered something, and asked with some doubts: "Why is there sugar on the ground?"

sugar? !

I stood up abruptly and looked down, and what caught my eye was the little red and green candy on his fingertips.

As if he couldn't see clearly, he held it up to the light and looked at it carefully.

"Isn't this watermelon candy? Why did it all fall to the ground?"

"All?!"

I asked with lingering fear.

"Yes, there are two."

No, I remember very clearly, Yin You only has one in his hand, where did the other one come from?

I suddenly remembered that before I went to bed, I shook off the quilt. At that time, something fell on the ground.

The voice couldn't help but emerge in his mind, it was surprisingly consistent.

"Jozo, is this yours?"

I looked at the candy on the ground and didn't know how to answer.

At this time, a reflection slowly appeared on the ground, with a warm smile, silently making mouth movements.

Little Joe, wait for me.