teenage lover

Fang Yucheng's expression froze in an instant. He was originally fair, but after such a fright, his face had no blood at all, leaving only a pale sheet of paleness. His lips opened, trembled a few times, then closed, and then opened again , still did not speak.

"I... what did you say?" Fang Yucheng managed to calm down and muttered, but his hoarse voice and pale face had already betrayed him.

"is not it?"

These three words completely drove Fang Yucheng into a place of eternal doom.He also thought that Rong Sheng must be the one who would explode on the spot. If he saw the painting, he might rush into the bathroom with it to question what was wrong with him. He thought that nothing happened all day, so it should be safe.

Fang Yucheng nodded with difficulty and said yes, Rong Sheng didn't get angry, more precisely, he didn't react too much.

"Do you like men?" Rong Sheng whispered to himself, asking why he liked men.

This sound was completely expected by him, Rong Sheng said that standing so far away and talking was tiring, and asked him if he could sit down.

Fang Yucheng almost walked over holding the corner of his clothes, he moved to Rong Sheng like a baby just learning to walk.

"Can you not like men?"

Fang Yucheng was silent and did not answer.

"At least don't like me."

This time, he said no.

Rong Sheng sighed, and stretched out his hand to brush his half-length hair behind his head.The reason why he came to Fang Yucheng every other night was because he was afraid that he would lose his temper and yell at him.

"What good do I have?"

Fang Yucheng couldn't answer.Rong Sheng thought about his attitude towards Fang Yucheng, which could be called bossy.Is this kid a masochist?Or did the "hero save the beauty" that afternoon gave Fang Yucheng the idea of ​​"promising with his body"?

The two looked at each other for a while, Rong Sheng didn't make things difficult for him anymore, and asked him if he planned to continue to like him in the future.

Fang Yucheng shook his head and nodded, Rong Sheng told him not to like him any more, or get out of his house and forced him to say he didn't like it before giving up.

"You, you won't tell, will you?"

His pale face was exactly the same as when he was teased and bullied when he was a child and cried with tears and snot all over his face. Rong Sheng was inexplicably soft-hearted, and went out after saying no.

Every time they reunite after a long separation, Jiang Wenyuan feels that Rong Sheng seems to have undergone some unseen changes, becoming someone he is not familiar with.He was afraid of being abrupt, so he would not strike up a conversation hastily, he would just sit down and wait for Rong Sheng to come over and greet him enthusiastically, and the awkwardness would disappear after a while.

"Things are not as dire as you think." Rong Sheng put his shoulders on his shoulders and said in a nonchalant tone, "I don't advise you to go home. You are probably supplying organs in a human trafficker's warehouse now. Where are you?" I can still go to school.”

After finishing the gossip, Rong Sheng changed a tense face and sat down on the chair, saying that he did his homework until four o'clock last night.

Jiang Wenyuan packed up the new books of the two people that had just been distributed, and put them on Rong Sheng's desk after the counts were found to be intact, and asked him if he had finished writing.

Rong Sheng shook his head and said that he didn't write much. He took out his blank homework book from his schoolbag and asked Jiang Wenyuan to help him. The two of them worked hard for a long time without writing much. Finally, Jiang Wenyuan tore up the title page with his name on his math homework. Yes, pass it to Rong Sheng.

"what would you do?"

The smile on Jiang Wenyuan's face was very weak, and he said that his writing had disappeared.

Rong Sheng neatly wrote his name on the slippery cover of the math exercise book, asked others to hand it in for him first, and then tore his own chemistry exercise book in the middle with pride, split it into two, and put the The thicker one was handed to Jiang Wenyuan. "You write fast." He explained.

Sure enough, after Jiang Wenyuan finished copying, there were still two or three pages left by Rong Sheng. Finally, the two used a stapler to combine the two separate workbooks into one, and the chemistry class representative who had been standing by for a long time was stunned.

"Teacher can't see the difference in handwriting?" Rong Sheng asked self-deceivingly.

Jiang Wenyuan thinks it’s a ghost if he can’t see it, “The teacher doesn’t necessarily check every book, even if he checks, he doesn’t read it carefully.” More importantly, even if he sees it, he doesn’t necessarily care about you.

"Yes." Rong Sheng agreed, "If I had known last night would not be all night, I would go to bed first, and later..."

"The teacher is calling you?"

Rong Sheng buried his head in his arms and said in a muffled voice, "No need, you don't usually swear on the first day of school."

The second class on Monday was physical education. Jiang Wenyuan called Rong Sheng, but Rong Sheng didn't even look up, and said in a muffled voice that he could ask for a leave of absence.

The only time Jiang Wenyuan missed his physical education class was Rong Sheng who asked him for leave, so he didn’t understand the process of asking for leave. head teacher.

The head teacher happened to be away from the classroom for a class, so Jiang Wenyuan had no choice but to run down to the physical education class first.After running back and forth twice, it's been half a class, but I still haven't got the leave slip. The physical education teacher gave him a sideways look with indescribable eyes.

After three classes, Rong Sheng finally got enough sleep, he listened to the teacher's nonsense with his face propped up, and after listening for a few minutes, he found it boring, so he started chatting with Jiang Wenyuan.

"I didn't get the leave for you."

"What's the difference between this and not being asked? I just missed a class..." Then Rong Sheng said with a resigned expression, "I definitely didn't ask you to ask for leave verbally, it was to ask the head teacher to write a note. "

"What should we do now?"

"The leave note can be made up."

After Rong Sheng finished talking about Jiang Wenyuan, he went out. "Did I let you go?" Rong Sheng thought inexplicably, absenteeism is not a big deal, but since someone volunteered to run errands for him, he didn't mind.

Jiang Wenyuan went into the office and made up a reason, saying that Rong Sheng had a cold and was dizzy and couldn't go to PE class. The head teacher obviously didn't believe it, but he didn't make things difficult for him.But he didn't know where the physical education teacher was, so he found the physical education teacher's mobile phone number in the office phone book and called him, asking for the location before sending it to him.No, he was once again stared at by the physical education teacher.

When Jiang Wenyuan walked back to the teaching building again, half of the fourth period was over. Jiang Wenyuan passed the classrooms on the first floor, listening to the voice of the teacher's loudspeaker, a strange feeling rose in his heart. disgust.

He rushed into the toilet to wash his face as if fleeing, then suddenly raised his leg and kicked a few times on the water tank beside him. The water tank made a few loud bangs, which startled him, and he was afraid that it would cause trouble in the toilet. The attention of the class next door didn't dare to kick anymore.

He angrily thought that it was no big deal to miss class.He just wanted to take advantage of the physical education class to sleep, so why should he run so many times for him and suffer this kind of anger.

Just because he is Rong Sheng.

Jiang Wenyuan was even more frustrated, because it was Rong Sheng, he couldn't help but listen to him, and he had never been able to refuse him, and wanted to follow him almost flatteringly.

His wishful pandering never paid for reciprocal affection—in any sense.But even so he couldn't help liking him and longing for his proximity.

Rong Sheng has a happy family and loving parents, has a little confidant, has friends who want to have fun together, and has fans who are willing to cater to their flatterers.

"But as far as I can see, the whole world is full of mediocre people. I don't like anyone, but you."

Li Su's new boyfriend is different from everyone's predictions. This person is not Zhang Huaiyang, but an unknown character in the class next door.

This person has a pointed head and a square chin, and he speaks with a strange accent. He shakes his head and shakes his shoulders when he walks. Rong Sheng calls him "Garlic Head".

Rong Sheng was unwilling for himself, and even for Zhang Huaiyang. He was very confident in his appearance. No matter what, Zhang Huaiyang was also a picturesque half-blooded little prince. He couldn't figure out why the two of them lost to this inferior man. .

Rong Sheng's eyes were fixed on Li Su's back, watching her and Da Lian walk out of the classroom hand in hand, until their backs disappeared at the end of the corridor. "I am……"

"You are taller, more handsome and more temperamental."

"En." Rong Sheng responded lightly, "What else?"

"let me see."

"I feel very sad, I also want to have a girlfriend."

"But you don't like her very much." Jiang Wenyuan imagined that you would go around saying that you were uncomfortable, and it would not be very uncomfortable, "I'm just upset that she dumped you."

"Yes, I just don't want to be reconciled." Rong Sheng readily admitted.

Rong Sheng inquired about Da Suantou's name, birthplace, height, weight, grades, and family background, and made a long list in his mind to compare the pros and cons of the two of them in an all-round way. Finally, he came to the conclusion that he himself was the winner in all aspects, and he surpassed Da Suantou in all aspects. .

Even the name is nice to me, his name is Li Junhao, so vulgar and uninspiring, Rong Sheng can't understand how someone would give up on him and choose Li Junhao as a boyfriend.

Early that morning, Jiang Wenyuan came to school with a lunch box as usual, and when he saw Rong Shengduan sitting on his seat reading a book, he almost thought that he had slept in two classes too much. When he looked up at the clock on the wall, it was indeed past six o'clock .

"I've eaten." Rong Sheng waved his hands, staring at the book in his hand again.

"It's so early today."

Rong Sheng put down his book, frowned and said that the head teacher called his father to complain about him last night. "I'll do it, who stipulates that you can't step on it?"

Jiang Wenyuan thinks that you are more than just stepping on the spot, you are also late intermittently, and you are still eating breakfast in morning reading class after you arrive.

"My dad took advantage of it, saying that from such a trivial matter, it can be concluded that I will be a waste when I grow up." Rong Sheng was very upset, "He doesn't know where he got angry and was in a bad mood to blame me."

"You got into a fight with your dad?"

"He almost knocked over the dinner table at dinner last night." Rong Sheng is still full of anger when he thinks about it now, "It's not a big mistake even if I'm late and don't hand in my homework occasionally, his reaction is as if I'm killing people and setting fire outside. I finally understand you At that time, I didn’t want to go home…”

After the evening get out of class was over, Jiang Wenyuan received a message from Rong Sheng saying that he was waiting for him in the small flower bed and asked him to come down quickly.He didn't expect that Rong Sheng really didn't come home, so he quickly got up and ran downstairs after picking up his things.

From a long distance, he saw the conspicuous white figure in front of the flower bed.In the chilly spring of the next year, he was wearing a lake-green scarf. He was slender and straight, with his hands in his pockets.

Jiang Wenyuan ran a few steps over, Rong Sheng said disgustedly: "The whole building has come down, did you start running when you saw me?"

"No."

"I want to sleep with you."

"Okay." Jiang Wenyuan agreed before asking, "Why don't you go find..."

"Who are you looking for? Why is this sentence so sour?"

It is well known that he and Zhang Huaiyang have a cold relationship, Rong Sheng thinks about it, and there are only a few of his good friends. "You mean Wang Zhenfeng and the others? In fact, we are all friends. Unlike you, you are..." He looked at Jiang Wenyuan's turned face with a little bit of anticipation, and said carefully, "You are me. A true good friend."

"That……"

"Ren Ziying?" Rong Sheng paused, and then said after a while, "No one would want to sleep with him. He is too sloppy. His bed must be a mess, full of rubbish."

"My bed is probably messy too."

Rong Sheng patted him on the head: "Hurry up and pack up and let me sleep."

Jiang Wenyuan was afraid that Rong Sheng would not be used to sleeping, so he wanted to borrow bedding to make an extra bed for Rong Sheng.

"I don't sleep on other people's quilts, you borrow them."

"Washed clean."

Rong Sheng said that he didn't sleep when he washed it clean, it was all used by others.

"Shall we sleep together?" Jiang Wenyuan asked tentatively.

After taking a shower, Rong Sheng came out wrapped in a towel and asked if there was an air leak in their bathroom and why it was so cold.He was tall, and such a huge bath towel wrapped around his shoulders barely covered half of his thighs. His half-length wet hair drooped on his face, and he was shivering from the cold.

Jiang Wenyuan quickly brought the clothes for him to put on, and went to the balcony to get him a dry towel.He couldn't help looking into his clothes, almost wanted to wipe his hair with his hands, and finally came back rationally, covered Rong Sheng's head with a towel, and hid in the balcony to brush his teeth.

Just now, Jiang Wenyuan's brain almost froze, his eyes drifted around his wet hair and slender legs sticking to the side of his face like a demon, wishing he had eight eyes.

Jiang Wenyuan was brushing his teeth, and saw Rong Sheng wearing a top and a bath towel around his lower body through the window glass, chatting with Jiang Wenyuan's roommate while wiping his hair.He was leaning against the bedstead, wearing his slippers, his thin and white ankles were moving.

Jiang Wenyuan was just about to recite two scriptures in the cold wind on the balcony, when the bell rang, he quickly put down the toothbrush cup and went into the room, took out the hair dryer from the drawer, and called Rong Sheng to come over and dry his hair.

Rong Sheng couldn't stop chatting with his roommate, and kept telling him to wait until the light went out before running over and sitting on the chair, looking up at Jiang Wenyuan, "Do you want to blow it for me?"

Jiang Wenyuan's fingers didn't finish until the root of his hair was completely dry. When he came back from drying the towel, he saw Rong Sheng sitting in front of the desk with his head propped up, and asked him why he didn't sleep.Rong Sheng pointed to his lower body and said that he was waiting for Jiang Wenyuan to find him pants.

"Can't this one?" Jiang Wenyuan took out the school pants he found earlier, and seeing Rong Sheng shook his head resignedly, he found another pair for him.

Jiang Wenyuan slept on the outside. He felt a warm and soft heat source on his right side. The muscles all over his body were tense, and he dared not move.

"Are you going to fall?" Rong Sheng raised his body slightly and asked him, not knowing whether to laugh or cry, "I'll be fine if you sleep a little bit. What are you nervous about?"

"I'm not used to sleeping with other people."

Rong Sheng was a little reluctant to go to bed, he didn't feel sleepy in the fresh environment, and started talking when he couldn't fall asleep.In the middle of the night, it's best to say something scary, so he turned his head and leaned into Jiang Wenyuan's ear and asked, "Are you afraid of ghosts?"

"Not afraid."

"Lie to me." Rong Sheng said that Jiang Wenyuan shivered, and whispered in his ear, "I'll tell you a ghost story."

The hair on Jiang Wenyuan's body stood upside down, "Stop talking, my roommate is asleep."

"No, we are playing with mobile phones." Wang Jiahong said.

Another boy was quite interested, "A ghost story? I want to hear it too."

"Okay." Rong Sheng responded immediately, "I'll tell you a short story. There is a beautiful woman who committed a crime and went to prison. She got acquainted with an old guard in the prison..."

After the story was told, Rong Sheng went up to ask Jiang Wenyuan if he was afraid, and Jiang Wenyuan said he was going to the toilet.

"I'm afraid, let me go with you." Rong Sheng rolled up the quilt and said with a smile in his voice.

Jiang Wenyuan didn't even take his coat, and walked out of the balcony in the cold wind. In the bathroom, he still couldn't help thinking about the touch of Rong Sheng's fingers on his neck, his hot nose, and his lips talking in his ear .

He couldn't calm down, so he put his hand inside his pajama pants, wiped it off carefully with a paper towel, washed his hands several times on the balcony, put his hand under his nose, and didn't dare to go back until he smelled nothing.

When Jiang Wenyuan went back, he found that the entire quilt was wrapped up by Rong Sheng. He was probably a little sleepy, and he reluctantly let go of the quilt when he came back.

This kind of single quilt is more than enough for one person and not enough for two people. Just now he was only concerned about being nervous and kept moving his body outwards. Rong Sheng may not have been covered with the quilt much.So besides trying to scare Jiang Wenyuan, he also wanted to be cold...

Sure enough, as soon as Jiang Wenyuan lay down, Rong Sheng came up to him in a posture that almost hugged him, his voice was a little sleepy, "Let's sleep on our sides, get closer, I almost froze to death just now. "

He slept close to him cooperatively and asked him if he was cold.

"It's not cold anymore."

Jiang Wenyuan knew that he was not cold when he said it was not cold, so he put his arms lightly on his back, and the place where the skin touched was faintly hot.He didn't dare to move, and even tried to breathe lightly. He opened his eyes, like an artist looking at his beloved work, and traced his outline with his eyes in the dark.

It was late at night, and the whole dormitory fell into a peaceful sleep, and Rong Sheng's breathing became steady and long.He raised his head and touched his forehead lightly with his lips as if inadvertently.