flirting without breaking the law

There is pain everywhere.

And what is more persistent and sharper than pain is,

Everywhere there is waiting with expectations.

—John Berger

Di Chu scribbled down this sentence on a post-it note, and "slapped" it on Cheng Sicong's back as if venting his anger.This palm was merciless, and it seemed to overwhelm mountains and seas. Cheng Sicong almost spattered three feet of blood on the spot.

"I—fuck!" Cheng Sicong threw away his pen, looking back with a look that is not to be humiliated as a literati, "Brother Chu, menopause?"

"Your sister." Di Chu raised his eyelids and glanced at him, completely without the consciousness of the person involved.Then he lowered his eyes to look at the draft paper on the table, all kinds of lines were strewn vertically and vertically on it, quite arrogant.

It can be seen how wild and restless the owner of the book is.

Cheng Si never understood where Di Chu's dark air of seeing people cannibalizing and killing ghosts came from recently.Last week's weekly test rarely dumped him by more than [-] points: "Brother Chu, do you have pre-exam syndrome?"

It should be said that Cheng Si has always been unreliable, and always likes to rush to find a direction to fight.Today, the three-point affirmation and the seven-point tentative question touched Di Chu's heart.

Seeing that Di Chu didn't speak, Cheng Si wondered how much he guessed right.

I voluntarily come to make up classes on Saturdays. Except for the hard-working students in the first three rows, there are basically few students in the middle and behind.There were less than fifteen students sitting sparsely in the classroom, which looked very bleak compared to the second class next door, which was full of talented people.

Uncle Di Chu turned a page of the book. It's not that he didn't want to answer, but he was just being distracted and didn't know how to speak.

Cheng Si looked back at the golden math scroll full of red crosses, and gritted his teeth: "If you write a few, it's all wrong."Then he got up gently and dragged Di Chu out of the classroom in order not to disturb other students' review.

All the way to the toilet, like a thief, when Di Chu entered the door, he shrugged off Cheng Sicong amusedly: "Skipping class, can you be more aboveboard?"

"Swaggering can't show the desire to learn from our top students, it's only exciting to be sneaky." Cheng Sicong took out a cigarette from his bag and handed one to Di Chu.

"Have a meeting in the toilet?" Di Chu took it without smoking, "Housekeeper, you don't smoke, why do you buy cigarettes?"

Cheng Si had also smoked before, but he quit in order to maintain a good physical condition when the college entrance examination approached.I haven't quit completely yet, so I take one out from time to time to smell the smell.

Pathetic.

"You don't understand," Cheng Sicong said, "This is called pretending."

"Damn." Di Chu was so happy that he couldn't swear a word, "Then you just pretend, I'm crazy about you, I'm crazy about you, I'm going to bang bang bang against the wall for you."

Cheng Sicong waved his hand like a boss: "Keep a low profile."

"You really take yourself seriously." Di Chu glanced at him and walked to the window.With the cigarette in his mouth, he stretched out his hand and pushed the window, which was tightly closed and could not be pushed.

Di Chu paused for a moment, then used all his strength unbelievingly.This time the window finally moved, pouring a lot of fresh air into the toilet.

"Fuck!" Cheng Sicong stared at him and gave a thumbs up, "Brother Chu, you are awesome!"

Yes, the window moved, and it moved very thoroughly.Di Chu didn't know why, and directly removed the whole window.

Di Chu sighed, holding the glass window in his hand, not knowing how to smile.

This man was unlucky, he almost got glass shards all over the place when he pushed the window.

"Blind a few things," Di Chu calmly put the removed glass window on the ground. "I said, do you all have special feelings for toilets?"

The first time I met Qi Ling was in the bathroom, and this time Cheng Sicong's suspected "Jianguo" meeting was also scheduled to be held in the bathroom.

Cheng Sicong admired Di Chu's calmness: "The toilet in middle school, how should I put it, is a place where complex emotions gather."

Di Chu glanced at him.

"Look, fights are in the toilet, cheating is in the toilet, smoking is in the toilet, and exchanging feelings is in the toilet. Where is there a lot of whispering? It's still in the toilet!" Cheng Sicong's face was full of "see if I understand."

Then he said: "We need to reach a consensus, the toilet meeting is quite necessary!"

Di Chu didn't bother to talk to him, remembering what day it was today, and feeling hopeless, he couldn't help feeling depressed.

"Housekeeper, if you have something to say, speak up quickly, or you will become a consensus."

"Can literati stop being so rude." Cheng Sicong compromised, "Okay, okay, let's talk about you. What's the matter with the pre-exam syndrome? Look at your dark circles, didn't you sleep well?"

Most people are like this, always covering up in front of relatives, and speaking freely in front of strangers.

It's because when you pour out your heart to your close friends, lovers, and family members, they can always see your heart through your words.Because they know you well, it's easy for them to grab you where you're most vulnerable.

Strangers or distant acquaintances are different. When they listen, because they don't know enough about you, they only pay attention to the essence of the matter.

I don't know how to figure out your heart, so I can speak bravely.

Di Chu took a puff of cigarette, then slowly exhaled it out of the window, and finally said: "I didn't sleep well, I keep dreaming."

"Nightmare?" Cheng Sicong raised his hands and became serious, "Long-term poor sleep quality can easily lead to neurasthenia, you have to pay attention."

"I know," Di Chu said, "I can't sleep because I want to sleep, and I can't take medicine."

"The medicine must not be taken. The side effects are too great. Did you go to the hospital?"

"Are you going to the hospital to admit that you are sick?" Di Chu said.

Cheng Sicong scratched at the hairstyle that he thought was domineering, invincible and handsome: "This is not a disease, just ask. Have you tried drinking milk before going to bed?"

Di Chu smiled, God damn it is the same way: "Drink it, it won't work."

Cheng Sicong pondered for a moment and asked, "Study affects your mood?"

"Ah," Di Chu was stunned, but Cheng Sicong was right, "Isn't it?"

"What is it? I think you are." Cheng Sicong frowned, "Brother Chu, you just have too high demands on yourself and take the college entrance examination too seriously."

"You don't take it seriously?"

"Hey, you can't say that. It's just..." Cheng Sicong organized his words, "You know it's coming, but don't keep thinking about it. The exam is still the same as before. If you pay too much attention to it, you will end up thinking about it. Grades drop."

Di Chu stared at the sky for a while, and rarely asked, "Then how do you usually study?"

"Ouch," Cheng Si never smiled shamelessly, "Our first brother is going to step down from the altar?"

"God, you next door hen egg!" Di Chukong kicked him, usually others ask him for advice, but now he asks others for advice, somewhat uncomfortable, "Hurry up."

Cheng Si was very good at the critical moment, coming out side by side with trays: "It's the same at school, anyway, everyone learns this way. When I go home, I still do a lot of exercises before, and I often lie on my stomach while doing it. Fell asleep on the desk. Suddenly woke up in the middle of the night, listening to the earphones."

In fact, it's all like this.There are tens of thousands of candidates every year, and they all sharpen their heads to climb up.It is not easy to be a student of culture, nor is it easy to be a student of art and sports.Everyone wants to get a share of this big cake, and everyone is working hard for their own future.

When Di Chu heard Cheng Sicong's confession, he couldn't help frowning slightly.

Everyone is struggling and no one has it easier than the other.

"I made some adjustments this semester. You know, at the end of last semester, because I pushed myself too hard, I didn't do well in the exam." Cheng Sicong said, "Now I can still do the questions when I go home, but not too much. It is gradually decreasing. Because in fact, we have mastered all the important knowledge points, and what we need now is: first, to check for omissions and fill in the gaps; second, to maintain a sense of questions.”

Di Chu nodded, agreeing: "Then what if you find out that you are far from others?"

"Who is far behind?" Cheng Sicong said, patting his chest, "Old Cheng, I'm not thick-skinned, and I can't boast too much. Our results really leave the people behind quite far."

"Che—" Di Chu glanced at him, "You know that's not what I'm talking about."

"Compared with those of the same level, do you think we will lose? We are all learning. Since the level is similar, what you are confused about will surely be confused by others."

"Can't you be ambitious?"

"Yuanda? Oh, compared with people who are higher than us?" Cheng Sicong thought for a while with a cigarette in the corner of his mouth, "Brother Chu, let me tell you this, there is no way between some people. Comparable. You know what I mean."

Cheng Sicong said: "Some people are born with different levels of education. At the age of three, they sit in a Maserati and communicate with their parents; The quality is not the same at all. After high school, college calculus, various winter camps and summer camp competitions won gold medals. But most of the rest are people like us.”

"We are like this, ordinary people."

Di Chu's heart skipped a beat, he usually felt that Cheng Si had never been in good shape, but today he spoke this call with extra strength.

Especially - ordinary people.

These four words suddenly caught Di Chu's heart.

Cheng Sicong took a break, and finally concluded: "Besides, Brother Chu, you are already considered extraordinary among ordinary people. What's the point of comparing yourself with others all your life? Isn't it right? If you want to compare, just compare yourself to yourself. Vs. See if at the end of the day, we're any better than who we were three years ago in high school, and if so, we win."

Di Chuyou was moved by these words, and Cheng Sicong confessed flatly, without deliberately motivating the other party, nor did he have any extreme cynicism.Just stating a fact.

The college entrance examination is nothing more than a game, a game with others?

No, it's with myself.

The biggest enemy in this battle is myself, lost to laziness, excuses, "I will write tomorrow", and the pale comfort "There are still a few days".

After accumulating step by step, when I finally look back, there is nothing more than one sentence: I didn’t try my best.

And when you realize that all you need to do is compare yourself to yourself, it's so much easier.

Di Chu thought, what nonsense, right? No matter where he studied in the city.

I can just walk at my own pace, it's useless to think so much.

Cheng Sicong solved the problem that was pent up in his heart with a few words, and it has to be said that the bystanders can clearly see.

Di Chu happily slapped Cheng Sicong: "Thank you brother, I invite you to dinner after graduation."

"Hey!" Cheng Sicong out of Erkang's hand, "It's a virtue to treat guests to dinner! What's the future! It's better to hit the sun than to choose a day! Today!"

Di Chu thought about what day it is today, and finally shook his head: "After that, you can choose a time at will, but not today."

Seeing that he was so determined, Cheng Sicong was also taken aback for a moment, and after a while, he slapped his thigh: "Oh yes! Today is Valentine's Day!"

Di Chu resumed looking at him like an idiot.

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Cheng Si had been handsome for less than three seconds, and started to fight again: "By the way, why aren't you with Brother Ling today? He didn't prepare any presents? Tsk tsk tsk..."

Di Chu was talked about again!This Cheng Sicong really didn't like how he looked at it, the sense of identification with him just now must have been infected by the old king of the village?

Qi Ling did not express anything, nor did he respond.

Di Chu waited for several days, thinking that Qi Ling would leave something when he left this morning.

No.Qi Ling seemed to have forgotten any other festivals.Walked rather crisply.

Recalling the "cold war" between the two during this period, Di Chu laughed mockingly, thinking that he was still in the mood to prepare gifts after all this, that would be the chicken of the slippery world.Oh no, Ji.

Cheng Sicong smelled such a different feeling, and said teasingly: "The young couple quarreled? Huh? Tell the little brother, what a fat thing—"

"Get out!" Di Chu thought, as expected, he couldn't expect the housekeeper to be serious.Waving his hand, "Rolling."

Saturday make-up classes end at 05:30 in the afternoon, and there is no late self-study.The holiday is until Sunday afternoon, and classes continue.

The weekends since the third year of high school are not called weekends, they are called letting go.

Di Chu was the last one to pack his schoolbag and leave. The empty classroom was quiet and inexplicably lonely.

The water dispenser after the previous classmate took the water also rang because of the water pressure problem.

Huge blisters rise, then burst.

Like thunder in this quiet moment.

I wonder if you have the experience of being alone in the classroom, when the world seems to be yours.What you do is free and comfortable, without being spied on or disturbed.

And sometimes, such as early in the morning, such as noon, such as the last to turn off the lights late at night.

In these moments, you can always feel a little loneliness from freedom.

This is the hypocrisy of the student days.

Di Chu took out his mobile phone from his pocket, except that Qi Ling told him at noon that he would not go home for dinner today, there was no news.

Di Chu felt a little wronged.What a big deal, Di Chu thought, since they had never quarreled before, did the two of them have to be so stiff?But it is impossible for either party to speak first to break the balance.

There is resentment in my heart that I can't say, and my expectations for today have failed.When Di Chu returned home, there was no one there.

He sat on the sofa for a while, and the sky gradually darkened.Half light and half shadow in the living room, even the highly designed vertical and horizontal light lines on the ceiling became dazzling.

Want to contact Qi Ling? What should I say?Di Chu held the corner of the phone and twirled it in his hand, pretending nothing happened, and asked him if he wanted to go out for dinner tonight, hello!It's Valentine's Day today.

No, it's too stupid.

Then change it, when will you come back, I won't wait for you tonight.

Damn, that's too suggestive.

Even more stupid.

Di Chu struggled for a while, because the timing was wrong, the two of them had too many problems during this time, and everything they said seemed deliberate.

Forget it, nothing more.Love whoever you want, and spend a few blind days on a broken festival!

Di Chu planned to go back to the room, sit for a while, take a shower, watch a movie and sleep.Unexpectedly, when her wrist sank and she pushed open the door, the desk lamp beside her desk was actually on.

He walked over and found a framed oil painting on the table.

At first glance, the visual impact is quite strong.Pure black is the background, and various shades of gray in light gray and dark gray are used for rendering.In the center of the screen is an eye-catching flame.The red is bewitching, the orange is warm, the yellow is bright, and the heart of the flame has a little blue.

The whole painting is so simple that it can be said to be a bit random, but it is clever and very catchy.

Di Chu turned the painting over and wrote on the back:

Qi Ling To My Lover Di Chu/Happy Valentine's Day

Then there are:

There is a fire in everyone's heart, and those who pass by can only see the smoke.But there is always a person, there is always a person who can see the fire, come over and accompany me.

——Van Gogh

Di Chu unconsciously had a smile on the corner of his mouth, and the depression in his heart disappeared.A shameless bastard who knows how to be romantic?

Depend on!It really caught him off guard.

Di Chu put down the painting and found an envelope next to it.

Day, Di Chu's hands trembled a little. Could this be a fucking love letter?

What kind of method will I use to open it?

Di Chu quickly sat down and took two deep breaths.To be honest, it's not like I haven't received a love letter before, but this time is of great significance.Anyway, as long as Qi Ling gave him everything, it would not be easy.

Di Chu carefully opened the envelope and found that the seal was quite tight.Hey, the idiot used no idea how much solid glue he used.After finally tearing it apart, use the index finger and middle finger to take out the thin piece of paper from inside.

Expand, and raise the four characters: Zhanxin is like meeting.

Di Chu almost didn't laugh, this scumbag pretended to be a domineering student.

"I know you can laugh, but you, fuck, I fucking want to laugh too. I've never done that before."

When Di Chu saw the first line that looked up, he was already laughing so hard that tears were about to come out.

"Okay, okay, smile! Let's laugh together! Damn, you laugh, and I will laugh for a while. Let you laugh for 5 minutes, no, 2 minutes. Because you have to read it quickly!"

Di Chu rubbed his temples, and hurriedly read what it meant.

"Is that enough? Take the time and only laugh for 2 minutes. Okay, let's be serious now. It's the first time I've done this kind of thing. Give me some face."

"I didn't contact you today, do you think I forgot Valentine's Day? It must be, there is a little gap. Hey, don't hit me, you see, life is like a roller coaster, either you call first, or I call first (wait, What the hell is this metaphor?) Forget it, let’s not drag the text, the confession should be simple and rough, in line with my personality, and easy to understand.”

"Chu Chu, before writing this letter, I thought about what I really like about you. It's like an unsolvable proposition. Maybe it was because I thought you were good-looking at first. After all, all the teasing is based on sex. Intentional. Later, I found that you are a deep and interesting person. After all, the spiritual and spiritual compatibility of two people is much more enjoyable than making love. (By the way, I still like the way I fuck you)"

"Shameless." Di Chu scolded with a smile.

"Baby, I think I just like how you look domineering and cool on the outside, but delicate and gentle on the inside. You have a bad temper, but you always have your own principles. When I think of you, I feel so fucking lucky .You said what did you see in me? Compared with you who are so outstanding and dazzling, I am nothing.

"My dear, something has happened between the two of us recently. I discussed it with Wang Li, and it must be a communication problem. I know that you have been under a lot of pressure recently, and the college entrance examination is getting closer. You are not a god, no Maybe I don’t feel it. I’ve been away from home recently, and I’ve spent less time with you. I know you’re considerate of me, so a lot of confusion is in my heart.

"If you don't say it, don't say it, don't tell me for now. But we all have to trust each other, okay. Don't ignore me, you can always easily make my heart wronged to the extreme.

"At the beginning, I prepared a gift for you on Valentine's Day. But it depends on whether you are in a good mood. I don't know if you will come or not. Anyway, no matter what you do, I will wait for you at Xiaonan intersection.

"Wait until you come, come and take me home."

In just a few hundred words, Di Chu really responded to Qi Ling's metaphor, and his mood was no different from that of a roller coaster.

What is this stick doing at Xiaonan intersection at night?Still waiting for him?

Waiting for him to take him home?

No long legs!Hold!

Di Chu knew that his appetite had been lifted, and his heart also flew out.Before he could turn off the lights, he hurriedly put the letter on the table, picked up the keys and coat, and rushed out the door.

Xiaonan intersection is nearly 10 minutes away from Yaoming Phase II, and Di Chu took a taxi while running.All the rentals in the past were fucking occupied.

Di Chu is impatient, taxis are like this, you can’t find them everywhere when you need them.When you don't need it, it's like the mushrooms that spring up, wandering around the street all the time.

After finally getting an empty car, Di Chu slipped in like a fish: "Master, Xiaonan intersection!"

In just a few minutes' journey, Di Chu's thoughts changed a lot.

What the hell is Qi Ling doing?

Arriving at Xiaonan intersection, Di Chu got out of the car and saw a group of people around the intersection.Like the scene of the car accident.

I wipe!no?Di Chu thought, this girl is not so hard to think about it!

Raise your feet and run over there, the closer you get, the more you can hear the sound of the guitar playing.

Di Chu was a little dazed, until he stood on the periphery of the crowd, only to find that Qi Ling was sitting inside in good order, with a guitar bag in front of him, and a few dollars and dimes in it.

God damn it——Di Chu let out a sigh of relief, almost annoyed, and didn't know whether it was a surprise or a fright.

Is this shameless bastard coming here to beg for food?

fool.

Qi Ling had just finished singing a song, and an aunt sat in the inner circle, slapping her hands loudly: "Okay! The young man sang well! One more!"

Di Chu stood on the outside and didn't drill in. Qi Ling took a sip of the mineral water at his feet and looked around, as if looking for someone.Di Chu wanted to wave his hand, but felt it was too contrived.He simply shut his mouth and watched Qi Ling looking for someone with great interest.

Probably because of the connection between lovers, Qi Ling hadn't finished scanning around when he saw Di Chu who was shining in the crowd.

This absolutely fucking comes with a flash mirror!

It is really incredible that no matter what kind of crowd you are in, you will be the first to find him.

Qi Ling's eyes lit up, obviously becoming agitated.He raised his eyebrows lightly, handsome with a personality.The whole person exudes an idiot atmosphere of "Fuck! My boyfriend came to see me perform!"

However, Qi Ling also tacitly did not mention his name, but just brushed a chord on the guitar with his fingers.The atmosphere on the scene was mobilized again. He tried the microphone next to his mouth and said, "The person who just told everyone that I will wait is now—he has arrived."

"Ouch--!"

"Who is who!"

The crowd immediately became agitated, and Di Chu had to admit that Qi Ling's atmosphere was too strong.Innately know how to attract people.

Qi Ling pretended to be mysterious and smiled: "I can't say, because now I want to sing him a song."

"My original "The Believer" has never been able to find a chance before, and today it is a Valentine's Day gift."

Di Chu was a little surprised, and then pleasantly surprised. He never thought that one day Qi Ling would write a song for him.

Qi Ling raised his hand, and the surroundings became quiet. With light movements of his fingertips, soothing and beautiful music slowly flowed out.

"The crossing

nod to your future self

I ask where are you going

Is there a direction

You said you used to be passionate, and you were too loose

Now living in a foreign country is more like fleeing

I ask you about life's reverse journey

Is it still Kuding

you smiled and waved your hands

Finally stop talking

A ray of light in heaven, the soul swings on the mountain of God

let's travel together

Towards the end of the 80s

A ray of light in heaven, the soul swings on the mountain of God

When thoughts are deafening

Thousands of mountains and rivers withered"

The lyrics and music are brand new, Qi Ling himself created them.

Di Chu originally thought it was a tribute to love, but unexpectedly, Qi Ling was telling a story.

If you listen carefully to the words, you will know that this is a youth.

Qi Ling's voice was low and hoarse, gradually fascinated all the passers-by.Behind him is traffic and crowds.It is time flies, and people are drifting.

For the first time, Di Chu saw something deeper in Qi Ling.

He was telling a story, saying: When longing is deafening, thousands of mountains and rivers wither.His voice trembled indiscernibly.

Some choked up.

"Crossing the intersection of 80

wave to eighteen you

I ask you if you have any regrets

Didn't steal that boy's kiss back then

You said you don't need to look back, you really don't need to miss the past

You used to exchange your heart for a thin horse and Kyushu

A ray of light in heaven, the soul swings on the mountain of God

let's travel together

Towards the end of the 80s

A ray of light in heaven, the soul swings on the mountain of God

On this thorny road

I am a believer in your life"

There is no longer any discussion in the crowd, and occasionally someone whispers that this posting on the Internet will become popular.

Di Chu and Qi Ling passed through the crowd and quietly met their eyes.They both saw a deeper resonance than being moved in each other's eyes.

Everything Qi Ling wanted to say was in the song.No matter how hard the future will be, no matter how far the thorny road is, he will be a believer in Di Chu's life.

Since you want to go through thousands of mountains and rivers, then we will travel together.It's okay to have quarrels, and it's okay to have differences.But I'm still here and I'm not going back.

Di Chu was immersed in Qi Ling's singing, or the lyrics for a long time.

Until the end, Qi Ling sang:

"Hand in hand at the crossroads of a century

Toast to the old you

I ask where is your favorite person

you hold my hand firmly

Let's go together without worry"

Di Chu stood there for a long time, long enough for the crowd to disperse, long enough for Qi Ling to pack up his guitar and microphone.

Qi Ling walked over nervously, reached out and touched Di Chu's chin, pretending to be relaxed and said, "Does it sound good? It should sound good."

The tone was full of uncertainty.

Di Chu shook his head, grabbed Qi Ling's hand that was about to withdraw, and said, "This time you are here to perform, are you going to pick up trash next time?"

"Where can it be?" Qi Ling smiled, "It's all selling labor. Today I earned fifty."

"Patience." Di Chu said.

The two were silent for a while.

Qi Ling said, "Chuchu, does it sound good?"

"It sounds good." Di Chu nodded slowly.

"Really?"

"real."

"Then don't be angry." Qi Ling said, "Can I sleep with you tonight?"

Di Chu didn't know whether to laugh or cry, this person had no brain circuit: "I didn't tell you not to go to bed before, who separated me in anger a few days ago."

"Hey," Qi Ling said bitterly, "No more, I'm so wronged."

Di Chu took his head and put it lightly on his shoulder.He stroked his hair in a smooth manner, and finally put his hand on the tattoo on the lower back of Qi Ling's neck, where the tattoo said - Believer.

"Brother Ling."

"Ok?"

"I really like today's gift."

"Ah."

Di Chu took the initiative to hold Qi Ling's hand: "Go, I'll take you home."

Love is something that is rare, and it is really rare.To put it simply, it is just a series of chemical reactions.

Using physical laws to explain chemical reactions should be completely inelastic collisions.

And this law in layman's terms is -

From the moment I met you, I never want to be separated from you.

The author has something to say:

①The word "believer"...Emmm... I am embarrassed to say that I wrote it myself, Lao Qi.So it might not be well written.

But I like that sentence the most: When longing is deafening, thousands of mountains and rivers wither

There is another sentence: I ask you if you have any regrets that you didn't steal that boy's kiss back then

This poem is written as a story, although the story may not be finished, for the sake of neatness.Thinking about it later, youth needs a little regret.