Straight Men Taming

Chapter 9 Taboo's Diary

Drinking was inevitable at night, so Song Zhe took a taxi.

When he walked into the KTV box, these monsters and goblins were already having fun.

Seeing Song Zhe at the door, Zhu Zhuzhu jumped up from the sofa, rushed over and hugged Song Zhe, rubbing his face against his neck, and said coquettishly, "Little cute~ little Zhezhe~ the Lun family wants to You're dead~"

After a lot of effort, Song Zhe pulled the thing away from his body, and begged for mercy with a smile: "Master Zhu, I was wrong, please don't do this, I'm panicking~"

"Hey," Zhu Zhuzhu rolled her eyes at him seductively, let him go and walked to the sofa to sit down.

When Young Master Zhu let go of his grip, Song Zhe could see clearly that Wang Ya and Wu Xiaoxin were drinking happily at the side. Wang Ya's little loli face was already flushed from alcohol, and she was about to lose her mind.

"Cute~" Wu Xiaoxin saw Song Zhe, hooked her finger at him, and said, "Come here."

Song Zhe ran to Wu Xiaoxin's side like a dog, blinked his eyes, and prepared to show cuteness to escape this level.

However, Wu Xiaoxin obviously doesn't like this set.

"Tell me, why haven't I seen you for so long?" Wu Xiaoxin raised her eyebrows and asked.

Song Zhe turned his head to look at Wang Ya and Zhu Zhuzhu, and found that one was drunk and gossiping, and the other was charming and charming, with Erlang's legs crossed, waiting for a good show.

Damn, none of it works.

He could only turn his head to Wu Xiaoxin, smiling flatteringly: "Xiaoxin~Xiaoxinxin~The Lun family is really busy with work!"

Wu Xiaoxin, Wang Ya and Zhu Zhuzhu touched the goosebumps on their arms at the same time, Zhu Zhuzhu shook her head and said, "When I first met Little Cutie, he was so bored that he couldn't fart, why is he so nasty now?"

Wang Ya also covered her mouth and snickered: "It's tricky."

Wu Xiaoxin turned her head and showed a meaningful smile: "Little cutie, have you been in heat recently?"

Song Zhe turned around and sat down on the sofa as well, and replied with his mouth curled up, "Not really."

"Hey, look at you girl Huaichun, who are you trying to deceive, tell me the truth." Wu Xiaoxin crossed her legs and stared at Song Zhe with great interest.

Zhu Zhuzhu also poked him at the side, and hurriedly asked: "What kind of superb man did you really meet? Don't hide it, share it and share it so that everyone can have fun."

Wang Ya covered her small face, and looked at Song Zhe shyly, her eyes full of anticipation and longing.

Song Zhe saw that he couldn't do it anymore, so he took a sip of the wine on the table, sighed and said melancholy: "It's nothing, just met an old friend."

"Who is who? Don't say anything!" Zhu Zhuzhu urged.

Song Zhe thought for a while, then said hesitantly: "No one, just a high school classmate, I had a crush on him before."

"Secret love!" Wu Xiaoxin exclaimed, "Why have you never heard of it before?"

Song Zhe didn't know where to start. After all, he didn't want to mention this at the beginning, but now that Wang Cheng is back, the two of them have settled down, and it seems that it has really passed.

"It's my high school classmate, who used to be at the same table, and then I had a crush on him, but he is a straight man, and he went abroad after graduating from high school." Song Zhe hesitated to speak.

"Tell me more carefully, what happened at the beginning?" Zhu Zhuzhu was very dissatisfied when she heard the endless narration.

Song Zhe picked up the wine glass again, and drank several glasses before making up his mind to talk about the past.

Including the fact that he was bullied by the small county, but he didn't mention the diary.

After Wu Xiaoxin heard the story, she hugged Song Zhe in her arms distressedly, rubbed her fists vigorously and said in a muffled voice, "Little cutie, I wronged you before, no wonder you were so unhappy when we first met."

Zhu Zhuzhu also heard tears in her eyes, and leaned over to hug each other and said: "Little cutie, I will never play tricks on you again, and whoever wants to bully you, I will beat him."

Wang Ya was very calm, looked at Song Zhe thoughtfully, and asked, "What about now, is he back?"

When Wu Xiaoxin and Zhu Zhuzhu let go, Song Zhe nodded hesitantly and replied, "Well, he came back and said he wanted to make up for me. He is currently staying at my house."

"Damn!" Zhu Zhuzhu said with her chest in her arms, "How is he going to make it up? I'll give you the meat!"

Song Zhe blushed and muttered in a low voice: "Actually...he treats me very well now, takes good care of me, washes, cooks, and cleans every day. Maybe...he really regrets..."

"Then do you still like him?" Wang Ya frowned, looking straight at Song Zhe, as if she wanted to see through him.

Like it?Song Zhe lowered his eyes and thought for a while, with a bit of bitterness in the corner of his mouth, he shook his head and said, "He is a straight man, and he regards me as a friend."

"Then do you still like him?" Wu Xiaoxin also looked over, waiting for Song Zhe's answer.

Song Zhe thought for a long time but couldn't figure it out, and sighed lightly: "I don't know, I think this is very good now, and he and I can be friends for a lifetime."

"Cut," Zhu Zhuzhu glanced at him, and said disdainfully, "Then you can just deceive yourself, useless."

Seeing that Song Zhe was uncomfortable, Wu Xiaoxin changed the subject and ordered several more songs for Zhu Zhuzhu to sing.

Zhu Zhuzhu's voice is beautiful, and the singing is melodious and clear, which makes people intoxicated.

Wang Ya sat beside Song Zhe and said to him softly, "Maybe, you should face yourself."

Song Zhe looked up at Wang Ya's eyes, the little girl's eyes were clear, as if piercing people's hearts.

He pursed his lips, nodded, and didn't know how to answer. He thought that although Wang Ya was quiet and not talkative these years, she was always the most thorough among them.

A few of them got drunk, staggered around and danced wildly in the KTV.

In the end, Song Zhe was dragged into the car by Wu Xiaoxin, who was still sane, collapsed on the back seat, and was driven back by her driver.

On the way, Song Zhe kept thinking in a daze, what is his feeling for Wang Cheng, is he like it?

But his past experience was too painful, he was really afraid, even if he liked it, he never wanted to admit it.

As long as this is the case now and Wang Cheng is by his side, the two can always be friends.

is the best choice.

When Wu Xiaoxin helped the delirious Song Zhe to sway left and right and finally got to the door, she was so tired that she broke out in sweat.

He was touching Song Zhe's bag and was about to take the key to open the door, but unexpectedly the door was opened from the inside.

Wang Cheng looked displeasedly at the drunk Song Zhe, then glanced at Wu Xiaoxin next to him, and frowned.

Wu Xiaoxin also looked Wang Cheng up and down, and said meaningfully: "So you are that vixen."

Wang Cheng couldn't understand what she was saying, so he said thank you in a cold voice, reached out to take Song Zhe, nodded at Wu Xiaoxin, and closed the door.

Wu Xiaoxin shrugged indifferently, pressed the elevator and walked in to go home.

Wang Cheng took off Song Zhe's shoes, helped him put on home shoes, picked Song Zhe up and walked into the house.

His face was flushed from drinking, and he was still muttering something. Wang Cheng shook his head, put Song Zhe gently on the bed, and was worried that he would not sleep well with his clothes on, so he untied Song Zhe's clothes and helped him change. Put on pajamas.

Wang Cheng took care of Song Zhe carefully, and kept guessing in his mind what he did tonight, who he was with, and how much he drank.

Thinking of this, even Wang Cheng's beautiful eyes were covered with frost.

Song Zhe had been distracted for a long time, and only after Wang Cheng changed his pajamas did he snort comfortably.

Opening his eyes halfway in the mist, he saw Wang Cheng next to him. That handsome face was always like a sculpture carefully carved by God. Even the years could not bear to add traces. His face now seemed to overlap with his shadow in high school. Song Zhe grabbed Wang Cheng sleeve, calling out: "Wang Cheng..."

"Well, I'm here." Hearing Song Zhe calling himself, Wang Cheng sat on the bed, half hugged Song Zhe, and asked worriedly: "Do you feel uncomfortable? Do you want some water?"

Song Zhe didn't seem to understand what Wang Cheng said, and still called out: "Wang Cheng..."

"I'm here, I'm here." Wang Cheng touched Song Zhe's hot face, frowning and looking at him unconscious.

Song Zhe slipped into Wang Cheng's arms, grabbed Wang Cheng's sleeve and did not let go, half-closed his eyes and said, "Don't go...don't go to Singapore..." His voice was choked up again: "Let's continue to be friends...don't ignore me... "

Wang Cheng felt suffocated, and hugged Song Zhe even tighter, rubbing his chin against his hair, his voice trembling with distress: "I'm not going, I'm not going anywhere."

Sighing softly, with pain in his eyes, he whispered: "I'm sorry, Song Zhe, I'm sorry, I was too stupid before, how could I be willing to leave you."

It wasn't until Song Zhe was fast asleep that Wang Cheng slowly put his head on the pillow, ready to get up and leave the room.

Suddenly he saw an old diary on the desk, which he had looked at ten years ago.

Memories that have been covered in dust for many years, rushing towards the face like a raging wave, will eventually force people to remember that tragic past again.

About this diary, it's a no-no.

The green plastic cover was filthy, with a few lively birds painted on it, and the inside pages were old and yellowed.

Wang Cheng stood there suddenly, his hands trembling uncontrollably, he moved slowly and walked over, his voice seemed to be able to crush the memories of youth.

He picked up the diary and mustered up the courage to turn over the first page, and someone glued the torn paper up with transparent tape.

"To my dear Wang Cheng"

The delicate handwriting is neatly written on the title page, showing how much it was cherished by its former owner.

Wang Cheng pursed his lips, his palms were covered with fine sweat, he controlled the beating in his heart, and opened the second page of the diary.

"November 11, the weather was fine

Today you threw your dirty clothes to me while playing basketball. Fortunately, I folded them and held them in my arms, otherwise you would have been covered in dirt!

You always give me all the vegetables at noon, please!I also don't like to eat it!

When you come home from school, you insist on putting your arms around my arm and asking me to copy your physics homework for you, but how can you learn it if you don’t do it yourself? If you fail the high school entrance examination, won’t I hurt you?

But why... I just can't resist your smile?

I saw this book at the gate of the school, I thought it looked good, so I bought it, and I will record your crimes from now on!

Wang Cheng, you bastard! "

The two who were as close as brothers when they were young laughed and fought every day. Wang Cheng couldn't help laughing at these words, and hurriedly turned to the next few pages.

"November 11, the weather turned cloudy

Today, Wang Lili from the class next door asked me to hand you a letter.

The envelope is colorful and has hearts on it, don't think I'm stupid, I know it's a love letter.

I've done this kind of thing a lot, so I gave it to you without even thinking about it. You usually throw it away, so why are you so happy to take it apart and take a closer look today?

Seeing you laughing like a king of the mountain while watching, my heart is sore for some reason, very sad, as if I am about to cry.

Wang Cheng, tell me, am I sick? "

Seeing this paragraph, Wang Cheng really recalled the situation that day. Wang Lili's love letter was full of typos, which made him laugh out loud, but Song Zhe was very unhappy by the side. How to deal with yourself, now it seems that this brat is jealous.

Wang Cheng continued flipping through the notebook, and then looked at the next page.

"December 12, the weather was cloudy

Today you borrowed my pen, and when you returned it to me, your body temperature was still on the pen.

When I hold the pen, it feels like holding your hand. This strange feeling is like being burned by you. The temperature from my fingertips makes my face flush.

I don't know if you have seen my strange appearance, I don't want you to see it, because I am not a girl.

Wang Cheng, if it's a boy who likes a boy, doesn't it look stupid? "

My heart seemed to miss a beat, and the innocent and lovely Song Zhe was imprinted in my mind that year, never angry, never rejecting myself, always blushing, and even speaking submissively.

Thinking of his troubled little face at that time, Wang Cheng couldn't help covering his mouth and laughing, and continued to scroll down.

"January 1, the weather was cloudy

You fell asleep during your lunch break today.

The sun shines on your side face, it seems to be plated with a layer of gold, and it looks a little hairy.

I want to get closer to you, and my fingers touch your lips unconsciously.

I was terrified by myself, luckily you didn't wake up, otherwise how can I explain.

Wang Cheng, your lips are soft and warm.

I seem to like you, what should I do? "

It turns out that he already likes himself?

Wang Cheng couldn't tell what the sour-sweet feeling in his heart was, and looked back at Song Zhe, the drunk who was already snoring.

It sounds like Feng Shui is turning now, he used to spoil himself, but now he spoils him.

But no matter what, Wang Cheng always believes that they are like kites and strings, no matter how high they fly, they are always connected and will never be separated.

He came back to his senses, smiled and continued to turn to the next page.

"On March 3, the weather was light and rainy

Today I asked you where you are going to study in university. I want to go to the provincial capital for the exam, and my goal is Rongda University.

I wish you could go to the same university as me, so we don't have to be separated.

But you flickered away from my eyes, saying that you haven't decided yet, and we'll talk about it when the time comes.

I'm not stupid and I know you don't want to tell me.

But Wang Cheng, where do you want to go?

Why can't I see through you? "

There was some bitterness in Wang Cheng's mouth, and he subconsciously clenched his fists.

At that time, I was so motivated by my own interests that I only wanted to go to Singapore to study, to succeed in a career, and to make my mother proud of me.

He used to think that it was natural not to tell Song Zhe, the paths they took were destined to be different, and this short-lived friendship was just a drop in the ocean of life.

But thinking about it now, Wang Cheng only felt ridiculous at his arrogance, he paused, fixed his thoughts and continued to look down.

"April 4, the weather was heavy rain

I caught a cold, probably because the weather changed and I stayed up late to do the questions.

I have a runny nose and can't breathe well. Even you are worried and want me to ask for leave to go home and rest.

But I can really hold on, because I can't see you when I go home.

I will miss you very much.

Wang Cheng, when I get better, let's go to the mountain to catch fireflies together!

Fireflies in early summer bloom all over the hillside, and at night it looks like stars falling from the sky,

If I tell you then, I like you.

Will you promise me too? "

The diary stopped here, and the paper behind it was blank.

Wang Cheng's hands trembled so much that he couldn't hold the diary, he bent down and panted heavily, his eyes filled with tears, and he held his head in pain.

The blank space that is not written down is the most tragic beginning of the young Song Zhe.

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