Straight Men Taming

Chapter 10 The Tragic Past

The seasons in the county are always hot and cold. After doing the test questions overnight, he finally couldn't resist the attack of the disease. He had a high fever and had to ask for leave from school.

Song's mother took care of him to take medicine, put a kettle and a water cup by the bed, told him to rest at home and went to work.

Song Zhe was in a drowsy sleep when the phone rang, and Wang Cheng's energetic voice came from the receiver:

"Song Zhe! Your mother said that you are sick! Are you okay? Is it too hard to do the questions? Get well soon. This young master will kill you for free!"

Hearing Wang Cheng's voice of talking and laughing, his heart was as sweet as honey, and he couldn't help pulling himself together and saying:

"I'm fine, I just have a cold and a fever, I'll come to school tomorrow, don't worry."

Wang Cheng was still a little weak when he heard Song Zhe's voice, but he was really worried:

"Okay, take good care of your illness and cover yourself tightly with the quilt. I'll help you make today's notes, and I'll wait for you tomorrow."

After hanging up the phone, Song Zhe couldn't help but put a smile on his face, thinking of Wangcheng's heroic face and his gentle concern for himself, he closed his eyes like a shy little girl and fell asleep beautifully.

It was not until he got up early the next day that he remembered that the diary had been left in the classroom drawer.

He hurried to school and rummaged in the desk drawer, only to find that the diary was really gone.

Song Zhe searched everywhere in the classroom in a panic, but he couldn't find it, and his heart was beating wildly.

In case, in case someone saw him, Song Zhe closed his eyes and didn't dare to think about it any more. His palms were sweating unconsciously, and he didn't even realize that Wang Cheng had walked into the classroom and sat next to him.

Diary, little diary, where are you?

"Song Zhe, what's wrong with you? Are you feeling unwell?" Wang Cheng also frowned and asked in concern when he saw Song Zhe was in cold sweat, his face was pale, and he looked restless.

"No, it's okay, Wang Cheng, you, have you seen my diary?"

Song Zhe looked at Wang Cheng with wide, terrified eyes, with anticipation shining in his eyes.

Maybe it was just a little joke, maybe it was just the diary that fell out, and Wang Cheng happened to pick it up for him.

"I didn't see it. Yesterday I saw that Feng Jun came to look in your drawer for a while, and said that he wanted to borrow your notes and ask him for you later."

Wang Cheng didn't know what was written in the diary at the time, but was just curious why Song Zhe was so flustered.

He nodded stiffly, took out the textbook by himself, but didn't read a single word, he didn't know what he was thinking.

Because he buried his head, he didn't see the mocking faces of Feng Jun and the boys who had just entered the classroom.

Even the classmates muttered something in a low voice, but they couldn't hear clearly.

During the morning reading time, the abnormal class leader did not come to the stage to lead everyone, and the class teacher did not come to the classroom.

I saw Feng Jun walked to the podium swaggeringly holding a book, and said to the students in the class with a smile on his face:

"I've got a great book, and I'll read it to everyone and let everyone listen to it together."

Then he opened the book and read it aloud: "Wang Cheng, you must not know how beautiful you are when you smile. Every time I see your smile, I feel that you are as bright as the sun. Wang Cheng, I miss me. I like you, will you promise me... Hahahahahahaha."

Halfway through the reading, Feng Jun burst into laughter, pointed at Song Zhe, with viciousness in his eyes:

"Song Zhe, are you disgusting? Are you gay? You guys still like guys. Are you a pervert?"

The whole class exploded when they heard what Feng Jun read out, and kept asking back and forth:

"Who wrote this? Song Zhe?"

"Hey, it's so disgusting, so perverted!"

When Feng Jun saw that everyone was boiling, he was so excited that he sneered all over his face, and he shook the things in his hands triumphantly and shouted loudly:

"This is the diary of love letters written by our class Song Zhe to Wang Cheng. If you want to read it, I will pass it on to you one by one to see how disgusting this pervert writes."

He shook his head and handed the diary to the male student in the first row. In an instant, all the students in the class flocked to the front row curiously to read the contents of the diary.

People laughed like crazy, distorted like ghosts.

From time to time, someone makes a shocking statement:

"It's disgusting, haha, I'm about to throw up."

"Damn it, this pervert is really perverted, why does a man write so disgustingly!"

"Haha, I think he might change his gender and become a woman directly!".

From the time Feng Jun took the diary to the stage, the blood on Song Zhe's face had faded.

Hearing what was read out, he trembled uncontrollably, and he lowered his head, not daring to look at anyone again.

Song Zhe opened his eyes wide and looked at the ground, so frightened that he even forgot to shed tears.

It's scary...how did it become like this....

It wasn't until the whole class was scrambling for the diary that he seemed to have just reacted, stood up tremblingly, staggered but rushed towards the crowd like a wild beast.

"Give it back to me, you give it back to me!"

"Please, give it back to me!"

"Don't read it, please don't read it, please, give it back to me, give it back to me!"

Shouting with all his strength, Song Zhe desperately snatched the diaries out of people's hands.

He stared at his scarlet eyes, tears couldn't stop falling.

Those papers filled with my own thoughts were torn into shreds, scraps of paper, and rubbish in the hands of these poisonous monsters, page after page.

He looked up and glanced at these classmates, his eyes were full of ruins.

Men and women, or have greeted several times, or have been strangers in the past.

At this moment, everything became invisible.

They have ferocious faces, sharp mouths and fangs, like demons drilled out of hell. They pierced their bodies with sharp knives and laughed wildly when they saw the blood.

Song Zhe snatched all the pages from these crazy people until even his clothes were torn.

He smiled in satisfaction, but couldn't stop the trembling of his body, and knelt down when his legs were weak.

Regardless of the wounds on his body, he carefully placed the stolen loot on the ground, and pieced together the pieces of paper with both hands.

Tears gradually blurred the handwriting, and Song Zhe couldn't even see what he had written, nor what he had snatched back.

The diary is now so torn to pieces that it's hard to imagine how it was when I first bought it.

It was full of Wang Cheng's details, and he would flip through it when he had time, thinking about Wang Cheng's appearance and giggling.

He had carefully put a beautiful shell on it, and wrote down every thought in neat handwriting.

Unfortunately, it is no longer visible.

The head teacher walked into the classroom with high heels at this moment, slammed on the door vigorously, and shouted:

"Why, what are you doing! Don't study early! You don't have the college entrance examination, do you? If you can't go to university, you all go to the village to beg for food!"

After scolding, the head teacher looked down at Song Zhe who was kneeling on the ground, his eyes were full of contempt and disgust, he cleared his throat and said:

"Song Zhe, pick up those shady things of yours, and go back to your seat, the college entrance examination is about to take place in two months, don't spoil a pot of soup with a mouse dropping!"

The students burst into laughter again, and the head teacher glared at him before turning around and walking back to the office.

Song Zhe picked up these scraps of paper, stood up tremblingly, buried his head and walked back to his seat, and the class could still hear the class taunting him in a low voice.

After sitting down, he put the diary back into his schoolbag, picked up the textbook with trembling hands, and looked down.

Tears were still rolling in his eyes, falling down uncontrollably, but Song Zhe never took a look at Wang Cheng.

Ten years later, Wang Cheng still remembered the flustered feeling at the time. He clenched his fists on the table, but he didn't dare to move.

What should I do?Now how to do?

At the age of 17, he kept asking himself in his mind, Song Zhe's broken face is there, and the person who hurt Song Zhe is also there, he can stand up, he can rush over, he can protect Song Zhe, he can make Song Zhe Song Zhe is not so afraid!

But he hesitated, he didn't dare, he was afraid, he desperately wanted to avoid this muddy water.

My mother is still waiting for me to grow up, the Wang family is still pressing them hard to survive, and the bright future abroad is still waiting for me to embrace.

He must not be entangled here, he cannot afford to lose.

With this idea, everything seems to be in order.

Wang Cheng suppressed the guilt in his heart, moved the stool to the aisle confidently, and distanced himself from Song Zhe, showing the whole class that he had nothing to do with him, and he didn't even look at Song Zhe Glance over.

Maybe there is hope.

When school was over, after Song Zhe and all the cynical and sarcastic students left, he mustered up all his courage and made a voice:

"Wangcheng."

His voice was trembling a little, he held back his tears while looking at Wang Cheng's back and asked timidly:

"Wang Cheng, we... can we still be friends..."

Wang Cheng didn't intend to wait for him to go home, he was just a little slow to pack his books, but he still stopped when he heard Song Zhe's voice.

He told himself countless times in his heart, not to look back, not to look.But he frowned tightly, and it took a lot of effort to suppress the turbulence in his heart:

"I'm not gay."

The voice was cold and distant.

Before he had time to grasp what the inexplicable pain in his heart was, Wang Cheng fled as if striding out of the classroom.

Song Zhe's sobbing words could still be heard behind him:

"I'm sorry...I'm sorry...Wang Cheng...Can you please stop ignoring me..."

The wind at night was slightly cool, Wang Cheng sat in the living room, lighting a cigarette.

Memories, with the rotten atmosphere unique to the age, dissipated in the drunkenness, dreams and death of the city.

He clutched his painful heart, and tears fell drop by drop.

I beg time to go slower, slower,

such,

Only then can he make up for all the lost money to that man.

This is a love debt owed for ten years.

The next day, Song Zhe woke up with a hangover headache.

The last memory of last night is just blowing the wine bottle with Zhu Zhuzhu to see who can drink faster.

After drinking it, it is completely broken.

He turned over and got out of bed, wanting to find something to eat to satisfy his empty stomach. He ate half a piece of bread and some jelly yesterday, and he was so hungry that his chest was almost stuck to his back.

Song Zhe rubbed his temples as he walked, thinking that he was about to turn 27, and he really couldn't stand the trouble because of his age.

When I walked into the living room, I saw Wang Cheng laying out breakfast, including millet porridge, steamed stuffed buns, and eggs.

Seeing Song Zhe come out, Wang Cheng smiled softly and said, "Are you awake? I saw that you were very drunk last night, and I want you to sleep more."

"Well," Song Zhe blushed for some reason, probably because he was affected by the words of those monsters last night, now when he looked at Wang Cheng, he remembered the phrase "Do you still like him?"

like him?

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