teenage lover

After this slap, the palm of his hand was faintly hot, and Rong Sheng felt that his brain was like an overused gas engine, which had stopped functioning, and could only emit a large cloud of dark and terrifying hot smoke.

He obviously knew everything, but he just couldn't control himself... Before his mind could react, his body took the lead, grabbing Jiang Wenyuan's arm and muttering: "I'm sorry...it was my mistake, I shouldn't have done it. "

"I'm going home." Jiang Wenyuan stopped struggling, finally calmed down and panted lightly.

"No, let's make it clear first."

Jiang Wenyuan closed his eyes for a long time, and opened them again until the ups and downs of his chest were no longer so violent. There was an imperceptible tremor in his voice, "Let me go first."

The two sat down across the low round table, and Rong Sheng said angrily, "I just spoke without thinking."

"I know."

"Don't be angry..." He reached out to touch Jiang Wenyuan's face, the bright red marks were still fresh, "Does it hurt?"

Jiang Wenyuan pulled his hand away, shook his head with a dull expression, and asked him what else he wanted to say.

"Are you still angry?"

Jiang Wenyuan shook his head again, and finally said that he was not angry anymore, and got up to leave.

Rong Sheng grabbed his arm and insisted on letting him stay, but Jiang Wenyuan refused, he glanced at the wall clock and said it was six o'clock, at least he would go back after dinner.Jiang Wenyuan hadn't been back since the day after the fight. He said he had lived for too long and always had to go home, and Rong Sheng finally let go of his hand.

Jiang Wenyuan rushed into his room, searched aimlessly for a while before realizing that the phone key was in Rong Sheng's room, and he was squatting in front of the bookcase, helpless.

When Fang Yucheng came back from the art training get out of class, he saw that the door of Jiang Wenyuan's room was still open. He entered the door and took a few glances, pursing his lips with a cold and arrogant expression, neither speaking nor moving.

Jiang Wenyuan glanced back at him and told him to get out.

"I can……"

Jiang Wenyuan turned around and walked up to him with big strides, clenched his fists and leaned over and said, "Go, tell him now!" He blinked his sour eyes twice, and pushed Fang Yucheng roughly away to continue cleaning up. own things, and added a sentence at the end, "I'm afraid you won't tell."

When Rong Sheng saw Fang Yucheng rushing out of his room angrily and flushed, he was walking this way with Jiang Wenyuan's mobile wallet. He knocked twice on the open door with the back of his hand.

"your things."

Jiang Wenyuan squatted with his back to him, not knowing what he was packing, and said to put it on the bed.

Jiang Wenyuan didn't hold grudges, and within two days they put this matter behind them.Rong Sheng's classmates and friends came to play with him. In the summer afternoon, the heat was unbearable, and everyone didn't want to go out, so they gathered indoors, blowing on the air conditioner, eating ice and bragging.

Most of these people are Rong Sheng's current classmates, and a few are from the same class in the first year of high school. Jiang Wenyuan didn't know a few of them, so he just stayed upstairs and didn't come down.

Before, he was inconvenient in his legs and feet, but now he is too embarrassed to live in Rong Sheng's house every day, and he still goes back and forth every day.In the corridor, he could hear the exaggerated hip-hop noises of the people below. From the stairs down until he passed the hall, he straightened his back and stared ahead, pretending that he was transparent.

But one of his freshman classmate called him.

Jiang Wenyuan wanted to pretend that he didn't hear and hurried out, but he turned his head reflexively.The most embarrassing thing was that he couldn't remember calling him by his name.

It turned out that they played cards with three missing one, and the others refused to join in. When that person saw his old classmate, he yelled even though he was not familiar with it.

The words of refusal came to his lips, Rong Sheng said don't leave, the rice is already cooked.

"I'm going home to eat."

"I cooked your portion." Rong Sheng's tone seemed to be that he had to eat it.

Jiang Wenyuan sat down and heard someone calling Huizi before he remembered that his old classmate was Liu Yanghui, and he really didn't know the other one.

After three or five rounds, Jiang Wenyuan became a landlord a few times, and lost some money due to bad luck at the cards. Only when he took out his pockets did he find that he didn't have any money on him.The three of them looked at each other, and the other said forget it, remember it later, but Liu Yanghui was not happy, thinking that he wanted to be a white wolf with nothing, saying that he could gamble without any money.

Jiang Wenyuan had no choice but to reach out to ask Rong Sheng, but Rong Sheng didn't speak, just smiled at him with a cup.

"I lost, I'm waiting for the money..." Jiang Wenyuan saw him smiling happily, thinking that he was deliberately playing tricks on him, threw away the cards in his hand and took a few steps to take out his pocket.

Rong Sheng let him search, saying that he really didn't lie to him, he had no money with him.

"You hit first." Rong Sheng put the cup on the table, pressed his shoulder and said that he would go upstairs to get it for him.

Before playing cards, they simply exchanged names with each other. Wang Kaihe was the person Jiang Wenyuan didn't know. He said that you two have a good relationship.

Jiang Wenyuan ignored his words and concentrated on playing poker. The next few hands were lucky, and he actually won some before Rong Sheng took the money.

After winning three rounds in a row, he was a little smug, took a few coins and told Rong Sheng that it was too late, he didn't need to pay any more.

Wang Kaihe let him put it away, there is always a time to lose.Seeing his embarrassing look, Rong Sheng really didn't give him any attention, so he sat down behind him and reached out to deal with his cards.

Rong Sheng's chin almost rested on his shoulder.He was so close that even the sound of breathing could be heard clearly, and he twisted his neck but didn't really move away.Rong Sheng intervened in his cards again and again, and Jiang Wenyuan was always worried that it would be bad to play the cards this way, and he insisted that he was right.After losing two rounds, Jiang Wenyuan realized that he did it on purpose, turned around and pushed him away, saying that he didn't need to look at it, just keep the money.

"Hate me?" Rong Sheng asked half-truthfully.

Looking at his eyes, Jiang Wenyuan always felt that there were inexplicable jokes and... ambiguous, I don't know if he was thinking too much, he was stunned before saying, "You made me lose on purpose, I must despise you .”

"Then I let you win?"

Jiang Wenyuan lowered his head and didn't meet his gaze, he was about to blush from his scorching gaze, and he tried to hide it and said whatever he wanted.

After dinner, the heat of the day dissipated a bit, and Jiang Wenyuan knew they would go out, so he didn't bother to find an excuse to refuse, let alone participate, so he simply went upstairs while no one was paying attention.He hadn't finished walking up a row of stairs when he heard Ren Ziying say, "The farts in school are not true, how about it? The one who played cards with you just now is the empress of the palace..."

Jiang Wenyuan turned his head, and out of the corner of his eyes, he saw Ren Ziying smiling happily with his arms around Wang Kaihe's shoulders. Rong Sheng didn't know what he said, he only heard the words "don't talk nonsense".

These people are bored and crazy, Jiang Wenyuan thought nonchalantly.

He remembered that the reason why he always lives and eats here for nothing is to help Rong Sheng with his homework, but he can't control Rong Sheng.When Rong Sheng wanted to do his homework, he took out his homework to accompany him. When Rong Sheng wrote a few pens and wanted to play games, he would throw his pen and play with him without principle.In this way, even his homework fell behind a lot, so he had to make up for it while he was alone at home.

Rong Sheng's exercise book was placed on the table, and Jiang Wenyuan wanted to check and correct it for him.

Most of the liberal arts mathematics is still within the scope of science mathematics. He checked some slightly difficult topics for him, and he was indeed not very optimistic.

Rong Sheng's writing has always been orderly and orderly, and every stroke is very clear. Readers can also imagine his unhurried posture when writing. Unlike Jiang Wenyuan, he is extremely impatient with writing. It was so fast that it seemed that the entire page was taken with one stroke. It was rough and sloppy, but if you looked closely, you would find a bunch of typos mixed in.

This neat and beautiful handwriting is reassuring, and reminds Jiang Wenyuan of the letters under his pillow—those letters that he has read countless times, no matter how lightly he handles the folded letters, they gradually appear broken.

In the beginning, after Chen Lianyun passed away, Rong Sheng wrote several long letters to him, all of which advised him not to be depressed and expressed his apology.Later, there were text messages urging him to quit smoking, and letters pouring out some of his sorrows.He would also write to Jiang Wenyuan on his birthday, and there would even be words like "I like you very much" in it.He said this openly, sincerely and beautifully, without any possibility of making people think.There was also one recently.

Rong Sheng said that he wrote to him because it was awkward to say something, but he felt that he had to say it, so he wrote it on paper.

Those letters were packed in envelopes without stamps, and I handed them to him by myself, and said awkwardly that I would go back and read them again.

The first few times, Jiang Wenyuan was very uneasy after receiving the letter, thinking whether he should reply to the letter, but when he picked up the pen, he was full of thoughts, and he completely lost the ability to write an [-]-character composition in a class. They all felt awkward, couldn't answer any words, scribbled and changed, couldn't make up three lines of characters for a long time, so they never answered.

Fortunately, Rong Sheng did not intend to ask him to reply to the letter, and gradually he received the letter and became more at ease.

It took him two or three hours to correct the difficult problems in his workbook.Rong Sheng and the others haven't come back yet, he turned on the TV to kill time.

He forcibly pressed down what Ren Ziying said, and it came to mind again.Boys don't make jokes like this at all, unless...

Unless he thinks that his secret love has always been seen by him, or even they, and has already been known by others, but he is kept in the dark alone.

His heart was terrified, his face was flushed with shame, and even his fingertips were trembling slightly.Did he know all the stupid things he did, trying to seduce him physically, pretending to approach him carelessly?

It stands to reason that if Rong Sheng knew about it, he would not tolerate his presumptuousness.If it is said that Rong Sheng is also somewhat interested in him, then why is he watching his clumsy performance with cold eyes but never telling the truth.

Was that fiery slap a warning and punishment for his infidelity or something else?And now what is it that he is not shy about being intimate with him?

One step to heaven and one step to hell.The box he held in his hand contained a half-dead cat. He didn't have the courage to open the box, and he didn't even dare to disturb the creatures inside. He could only pretend to be calm, carefully put his ears on the side of the box, and guessed the cat like a drum. life and death.