A young master lives downstairs in my house

From elementary school to high school, Yang Huan has always lived as his parents expected, which is commonly known as "other people's child".

There is a large sand pool in the elementary school playground.

When reporting on the first day, his mother took him by the hand and told him solemnly: The sand pool is full of bacteria, you have to be good.

Later, Yang Huan recalled it carefully, and found that he couldn't count the admonitions spoken by the elders in his family.

One of the words that parents often say is: You have to be good.

Later, when I grow older, it remains the same.

Yang Huan thinks it should be so, after all, people have three filial piety.

While he gradually became an image of envy and hatred of others, he also became a little confused.

what do i want?

The peers around me in high school were more or less rebellious, and some boys were even proud of it, and it was just a chatterbox.

Yang Huan did not have a rebellious period, but asked herself suddenly in that year:

What do I want?

This answer cannot be found in textbooks, so it can only be hidden in his heart.

He has never been far from the word arrangement since he was a child. His grades are arranged, his personality is arranged, and even his future plans, his mother told him that the family will take care of everything for him.

"Mom, I think I'm different from them."

Yang Huan, who was still young, once asked this question.

Mother Yang was making tea, she drained all the tea leaves without looking back,

"You are all the same."

"The only difference is the grades."

Others felt that he was not in the same world as themselves, that they were different, and they subconsciously separated him from the crowd, just like a different kind.

In the end, he actually turned out to be a different kind.

The slippage of the college entrance examination was beyond the expectation of the family members. Yang Huan himself didn't care, but seeing his family's unbelievable faces, he felt a sudden feeling in his heart.

An emotion, excitement, vaguely with a hint of curiosity.

He has always been too step-by-step, so that this little "unreasonable" makes him extremely novel.

The most terrible thing is his sexuality.

An accidental click on the website was destined to make him go against the ordinary people and embark on the other side of the road.

So far he still can't explain the reason, and it all boils down to the late rebellious period.

With such a fresh feeling of excitement, he went to college in a different place, far away from his parents.

University life is no longer as boring as high school, with all kinds of people and all kinds of things together, it is equivalent to a new world.

Even after leaving his previous body, Yang Huan still subconsciously put on his excellent mask, but under this cover, he cautiously and joyfully touched some things he had never touched before, including the other side that he had never had before.

Yang Huan met many people and encountered many things.

He originally thought he was the strangest, but he underestimated the campus, which can be called a small society.

It was winter, and the temperature was so cold that it gave people the illusion of being in an ice cave at any time, and even the exhaled breath seemed to be covered with a layer of frost.

After evening class, he hurried back to the dormitory. When he walked downstairs, he saw a man and a woman standing by the gate.

There were not many people on the road at this time, so he slowed down, for fear of disturbing the "little couple".

As a result, when he took a closer look, he found that it was a show of affection, but the scene was more like a one-sided dispute.

The boy turned his back to him, only the back of his head was exposed, he said something to the girl, then shook his head and was about to leave.

The girl became anxious immediately, and stretched out her hand to grab the boy's arm.

The boy faltered and turned slightly sideways.

Yang Huan noticed the envelope tightly in the girl's hand, and she knew it.

At this time, the boy suddenly turned his head and met Yang Huan's gaze.

Yang Huan stared at him generously.

The boy was wearing a light gray scarf, which almost hid most of his face, revealing a slightly red nose tip, and a pair of eyebrows and eyes.

The other party just glanced at Yang Huan, then turned back.

The girl also noticed Yang Huan, a humanoid prop, and clenched the boy's arm shyly.

For some reason, the faint expression of that person appeared in Yang Huan's mind, subconsciously stepped forward, and pulled the two of them away.

The girl said angrily, "What are you doing?"

Yang Huan raised her eyebrows: "He's my roommate, he rejected you, you still want to stalk me?"

Normally, Yang Huan would never say such things to a girl, but at this moment, he is like a bewitched man, the freshness gushing from the bottom of his heart is unstoppable, and it makes him jump with joy.

Girls are thin-skinned after all, and they will leave as soon as they stuff the letter paper on the boy.

The boy grabbed her with no emotion on his face.

"Liu Yimin, forget it."

"I don't like women."

His voice was soft, and his tone was indifferent, as if he was saying that he liked cabbage.

After the girl left, Yang Huan couldn't help complaining, "So bold?"

The boy glanced at him, "I'm an acquaintance, I won't say anything."

Yang Huan thought it was funny, and asked casually what about me.

"It's okay." The boy tucked the scarf down, revealing a clean and delicate face, "We don't know each other."

Subtext, you don't know who I am, it doesn't matter.

Lying on the bed in the dormitory at night, he repeatedly recalled this matter, the boy's speech that he didn't know each other, he didn't like it no matter what he thought.

But after what the boy said, Yang Huan really never met him again.

Yang Huan originally thought that the two of them were in the same dormitory building, so they would run into each other more or less once or twice.

Once he belatedly recalled that that night the boy straightened his clothes, turned and left without looking back.

Feelings are just a play passing by the downstairs of my dormitory.

"You should ask which courtyard..." Yang Huan was extremely regretful, but there was nothing he could do.

When he realized why he regretted it, he saw that guy again.

It was a joint recruitment of clubs. One second he was holding up a sign in every possible way bored, and the next second he was ordered by the president to go to the next club to borrow a few pieces of paper.

He agreed, walked to the cycling club and saw a figure, that person was wearing a simple white sweater, squatting on the ground, holding a rag and carefully wiping the bicycle, as if cleaning a piece of porcelain.

The boy's hair was much longer than what he saw that night, and the ends of the hair blocked part of the nape of his neck that was exposed by the movement.

Yang Huan stepped forward and was about to speak when the boy turned his head first, raised his eyes and asked him:

"Student, are you interested in learning about the cycling club?"

"..."

Seeing that he was silent, the boy stood up again, put the rag on the handlebar, and patted his pants.

"This is our flyer..." He handed over a piece of paper solemnly.

Just as Yang Huan wanted to explain, he fell silent when he saw his bright eyes.

"Lin An, this person belongs to the club next door." A man came suddenly, Yang Huan heard the reputation and recognized that it was the president of the cycling club.

This is his name?

Yang Huan wondered which an it was.

The president apologized to Yang Huan, and then looked at Lin An with a half-smile:

"You can do it."

Yang Huan noticed that his hand naturally touched the back of the boy's neck.

Before he could figure out why, the president brought over a stack of papers.

"Are you here to borrow A4 paper too? We have quite a lot left, so you can take it all."

Yang Huan replied in a daze, thanking him, looking behind him from the corner of the eye, only to find that the man had gone far away.

Do you like cycling that much?

Yang Huan caught a glimpse of the boy obediently cleaning his bicycle again, and couldn't help but laugh.

He mentioned something to his friend during the department dinner, and the friend understood: "You mean Lin An? He seems to be from the Faculty of Arts."

"You don't know, do you?" The friend lowered his voice suddenly, and stretched out his hand to gesture,

"He and the president of the cycling club, what are they?"

Of course Yang Huan didn't know, not only didn't know, but also felt a little unhappy.

I bumped into Lin An again, it was another winter, the only difference was that this time I was stepping on the tail of winter.

The climate is hot and cold, and it is embarrassing to wear anything.

Yang Huan put on a down jacket in the morning, and felt bored at noon.He stood under the carport, took off his coat, and took the opportunity to avoid the glare of the sun.

The sound of the bicycle being pushed down came from the carport. The bicycle was pushed down to the ground, and the pedals turned twice on the ground as if unwilling to give up. It looked inexplicably pitiful.

"That's it." A deep male voice came from inside.

Yang Huan felt familiar, but he didn't match the number in his memory for a long time. In the next second, another person's voice sounded at the right time, as if to answer his doubts.

"Which?" Lin An's voice was still emotionless, even indifferent.

"Break up," the man continued,

"Just treat your time with me as a dream, and I appreciate you being by my side when I wake up."

"Although I like you very much, I still can't accept men."

Look, those who study literature are really good, and they can shake people to a good standard.

Yang Huan felt that Lin An was too indifferent, and he might have punched him directly.

But he just stood there without moving his eyelids, as if nothing in the world could move him.

I don't think I've ever seen him smile.

Yang Huan thought suddenly.

The next second, he saw the boy watching the back of his ex-boyfriend leaving, and slowly twitched the corners of his mouth.

It wasn't even a smile, just a slight arc.

He watched Lin An stay where he was, staring down at the bicycle lying on the ground, then bent down to help it up, and reached out to pat the dust on the seat.

Yang Huan subconsciously felt that he should step forward, even if this person had completely forgotten him as before.

He could at least give each other a hug.

He thought so.

But until the long needle on the watch quietly crossed more than half a circle, Yang Huan still didn't move, and he didn't even take a step.

After a while, other people came into the carport. Lin An came back to his senses, rubbed his nose, and pushed his bicycle to leave.

When he passed by Yang Huan, he didn't even blink his eyes.

Yang Huan took the opportunity to glance at him, the boy's eyes were clear, without any trace of redness.

Yang Huan breathed a sigh of relief subconsciously, and watched the boy leave.

He thought that Lin An was born with no roots, he was consistent about everything, never cared, and had no fluctuations.

Later he found out that he was wrong.

It is said that the president of the cycling club put his arm around the shoulder of the flower of the art department within two days of breaking up.

Lin An's face was extremely calm, so he anonymously posted this vigorous post on the forum that night.

The whole school was in an uproar.

The president lost face for a moment, and immediately went to the planning department, and followed the clues to find out the culprit.

All these gossips came from everyone at the table at the dinner party. The students all looked excited. After all, one of the protagonists in this matter is a classmate. Everyone said that this is really a great show at the end of the year.

Yang Huan held a stick of mutton skewers in his mouth, surrounded by noise and commotion, and his mind was in a mess.

That senior is not easy to mess with, some people said he beat him up, others said he found someone to block Lin An.

When Yang Huan ran to the downstairs of the Faculty of Arts, the man happened to be out of class.

Lin An had a book under his arm and a mobile phone in his hand. The schoolbag was only carried on one side, and the other strap fell loosely.

He didn't know what he saw, but he looked at the phone and burst out laughing, the whole person was overjoyed.

Standing not far away, Yang Huan looked this man up and down, and found that he was completely unscathed except for his hair, which was a little disheveled by the wind.

He left again.

Yang Huan narrowed his eyes, feeling that in his flood of memories, a large part of this person was from his back.

It looks a little lonely, but it never shows loneliness.

……

After graduation, Yang Huan went out to work and appeared in front of Lin An as if by chance.

The other party's face-blindness and poor memory were used just right, and he took the wine glass handed over by him, and obediently touched it.

Yang Huan drank the wine in the glass, thinking bitterly that after all, the two of them had never formally introduced themselves.

Yes, never.

Later, when Yang Huan came home, she stood beside her mother and helped wash the vegetables.

"Mom," Yang Huan hesitated for a moment, "I might be gay."

Mother was the same as she was when she was a child, she was busy with her hands and said without looking back:

"you are not."

Only the words changed,

"You're not like them."

……

……

The small clerk stumbled into the office with a file half the height of a person in his arms. Yang Huan couldn't see it, so he stood up and helped to take the stack.

"Thank you, manager." He wiped his sweat,

"The planning department said that's all there is, I thought about it and moved it all in one go."

Yang Huan picked up a document and looked through it. The signature of "Lin An" at the end of the document looked a little distorted after being copied twice.

"Brother Lin was there when I went, and he gave me two packs of beef jerky."

The clerk poked his head and saw clearly the documents flipping in the manager's hand.

"Manager, I left one here for you." The clerk walked out after saying that.

Yang Huan stopped him and asked:

"Did the man say anything?"

The clerk thought for a moment, "He said you are a nice person?"

Yang Huan waved him away and sat back at the table.

After a long time, he shook his head and smiled to himself.

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May all secret loves in the world come true~ This is the real end of writing, in the words of a friend, it is a story of white moonlight coming true XD Thank you for reading this little cutie.The new pit is a broken mirror reunion for friends x