Song of Glass

It is said that there is an autumn rain and a cold, but Jiao Wangyu has experienced it personally.

When they were about to go out for military theory class, it was still raining, and Jiao Wangyu couldn't find an umbrella no matter what.

"Let's go," Pu Songqiu said, "hit me."

Jian Shao and Cheng Er have already gone out, only Pu Songqiu is left waiting for him.

Jiao Wangyu glanced at the time, there was no other way, if he continued to dawdle, he would be late.

"You are my savior." Jiao Wangyu went out with Pu Songqiu and locked the door of the dormitory.

The blisters on his feet were covered with Band-Aids, and he changed into his own sneakers, which are much more comfortable and he no longer walks with a limp.

The two went out, and when they reached the gate of the building, Pu Songqiu opened the umbrella first, then turned around to meet Jiao Wangyu.

Pu Songqiu's umbrella is dark blue, it looks like black at night, it's not too big, but the two of them are close to the shoulders just right.

It was raining heavily, and there was already water on the road, and their trouser legs were almost wet before they walked.

Jiao Wangyu sighed: "This is too atmospheric."

I have to go to class in the evening, and it’s raining again despite the class.

He felt cold, and a gust of wind blew over him, causing goose bumps all over his body.

It was cold outside, but in the classroom with more than 200 people, it was quite stuffy.

Jiao Wangyu and Pu Songqiu were sitting in the last row of the classroom, with the open window behind them, the cool wind was blowing in from behind them, making Jiao Wangyu sneezed three times in a row, he felt a little cold , but because there are many people in the classroom, the windows cannot be closed.

Open the windows to kill them in the last row, and close the windows to die in the whole room.

Bear with it.

Jiao Wangyu was lying on the table, listening to the instructor telling them what was there and what was not, feeling drowsy.

Pu Songqiu glanced at him and took off his military training jacket.

Jiao Wangyu looked at him strangely: "Are you hot?"

"Ah."

"That's just right." Jiao Wangyu said, "Lend me to cover it, I'm about to freeze to death."

Pu Songqiu handed him the jacket, then continued to sit upright, listening to the instructor's lecture.

Jiao Wangyu fell asleep lying there, but he didn't sleep well. He woke up within a few minutes. When he opened his eyes, his eyes just fell on Pu Songqiu's arm on the table. Blowing from behind, he watched goose bumps on Pu Songqiu's arms.

He raised his eyes to look at the other person's face, as if he had returned to the high school class in a trance.

It was the same at that time, Pu Songqiu sat beside him, always listening to the lectures and doing the questions seriously.

Jiao Wangyu thinks that Pu Songqiu is like a tall and straight bamboo, which is green all the year round, and he never sees any fluctuations and changes, but Pu Songqiu is not the kind of soulless indifference, if you have to say that he is cold, That is also an iceberg that seals some wonderful world, mysterious and elusive.

Jiao Wangyu poked Pu Songqiu's arm with his finger, and could feel the coldness of Pu Songqiu's skin.

"Hey," he said in a low voice, "are you cold? Give you back your clothes."

"It's not cold." Pu Songqiu didn't even look at him, looking down at the thin booklet.

Although he said it was not cold, Jiao Wangyu sat up and returned the clothes to him.

Pu Songqiu put his jacket on his lap, didn't put it on, and continued to concentrate on his lectures.

As for Jiao Wangyu, he was still cold, but he just endured it.

During the one-and-a-half-hour military theory class, Jiao Wangyu didn't remember anything, and he didn't pay attention to listening to the class at all.

I was thinking wildly, and I didn't know what I was thinking about.

When get out of class was over, Cheng Er went to the cafeteria again, saying that after class, he had to replenish his energy and have some supper.

Jian Shao would definitely not let go of eating, he was about to run with his arms around Cheng Er's neck, the two of them greeted Jiao Wangyu and Pu Songqiu, Jiao Wangyu said: "I won't eat, you go, I will hurry so cold!"

Cheng Er said that he would not be cold when he was full, but Jiao Wangyu still waved his hand to indicate that he would not go.

If he didn't go, of course Pu Songqiu wouldn't go either.

The two dawdled and walked out after all the troops had left the teaching building.

The rain hasn't stopped, but it's getting heavier.

Jiao Wangyu stood in front of the teaching building, waiting for Pu Songqiu to hold an umbrella, then suddenly turned to look at him and said with a smile: "Hey, do you remember that it suddenly rained after our class reunion, and the two of us stood like this?" Sheltered from the rain by the side of the building."

How could I forget?

Pu Songqiu heard the word "glass" and the word "gay" from Jiao Wangyu that day.

It was also at that time that he realized that his feelings for Jiao Wangyu were called "homosexuality".

He was indeed a little slow, he had already realized that he had a strange feeling about Jiao Wangyu back in high school, but he didn't know how to define it.

In his world, there is no option of "gay". No one has told him, and he has never seen it.

All he knew was that as long as Jiao Wangyu was around, he couldn't see others, and as long as Jiao Wangyu spoke, he couldn't hear other voices.

He doesn't like Jiao Wangyu getting close to others, but he has no position to stop him.

He didn't like Jiao Wangyu talking about other people's names, but he had no right to complain.

He couldn't do anything, he could only keep being confused, not knowing why he was like this.

It's incredible.

It wasn't until he saw two men kissing under an umbrella and heard Jiao Wangyu say that they were gay, that he suddenly understood that it was so.

"Remember." Pu Songqiu didn't want to talk too much, he always felt that once he opened his mouth, he would be exposed.

He put up his umbrella and waited for Jiao Wangyu to come over.

Listening to the sound of raindrops hitting the umbrella, the two walked back to the dormitory stepping on puddles. Along the way, Pu Songqiu said nothing while Jiao Wangyu sang.

"The cold icy rain slapped randomly on the face, and the warm tears mixed with the cold rain..."

Jiao Wangyu sang very casually, yelling at the top of his voice. It was originally a song about love and sorrow, but he sang it very happily. He splashed water on his pant leg.

Pu Songqiu just listened, all his attention was on the people around him.

Jiao Wangyu's voice was pleasant, as clean as leaves washed by autumn rain.

He has never heard any songs, but he thinks that Jiao Wangyu sings well. The umbrella in his hand follows the other party, just like his heart that dare not show others, beating wildly with the other party's every frown and smile.

They walked back to the dormitory like this, with a cool feeling all over their bodies, but they were extremely satisfied.

Pu Songqiu never expected anything, he dared not, nor did he want to.

In his opinion, not everyone has the courage and right to overthrow the worldly vision, at least he does not.

He didn't, and he didn't want to drag others into the water.

On the first day of military training, except for Jiao Wangyu's feet, which were blistered, everyone else was still in a state of excitement and freshness.

Turned off the lights at night, should have slept, but one by one became more excited.

Pu Songqiu was lying there staring at the ceiling in a daze, and at some point, the three of them started chatting.

The topics in the boys' dormitory are those that go around.

game, girl.

First, Jian Shao curiously asked Cheng Er how the relationship was going. Cheng Er said: "It was going well, but she told me tonight that she would have dinner with the senior tomorrow."

"Senior?" Jian Shao said with a malicious smile, "Brother Cheng, you are in danger."

They chatted and began to discuss other girls in the class, because they didn't dare to involve Pu Songqiu, so they had to ask Jiao Wangyu: "Do you have a crush on the girls in our class?"

Jiao Wangyu was lying there texting his seniors, making an appointment to go out for dinner on the weekend, when he was asked suddenly, he was taken aback and said, "I didn't even notice."

Cheng Er smiled: "Come on! What kind of monk are you pretending to be!"

Jiao Wangyu also laughed: "Really, I'm only taking care of my feet today, so I don't care about looking at girls."

Jian Shao glanced at Pu Songqiu's direction and wanted to ask, but he didn't dare.

"Old Jiao, what kind of girl do you like?" Jian Shao asked.

Jiao Wangyu put down his phone, thought for a while: "I don't know."

To be precise, I don't like it.

He doesn't like girls and doesn't want to fall in love with girls.

Jiao Wangyu's 14-year-old had his first wet dream. In that dream, he was hugged and kissed by a man through the mist. The heartbeat at that time made him realize that he seemed different from others after waking up.

"Generally speaking, I don't know, and the requirements are very high." Jian Shao said, "I just like big breasts and long legs. This is the goal I set when I was 15 years old."

"15 years old? What did you do?" Cheng Er laughed at him.

Jian Shao chuckled: "It can only be understood but cannot be expressed in words."

Pu Songqiu frowned when he heard them talking about this.

In fact, it is very normal for boys to talk about these things, but he is not used to it.

Not used to listening, not used to discussing with people.

At the age of 15, he also had that kind of dream when he was 15 years old. At that time, he had not met Jiao Wangyu, and the person in his dream was a long-haired woman whose appearance could not be clearly seen.

Everything was normal at first, he was no different from other adolescent boys, until Jiao Wangyu appeared.

Pu Songqiu turned over, pulled the quilt over his head.

The beds of Cheng Er and Jian Shao are inside and cannot be seen, but Jiao Wangyu noticed his movements and thought it was because everyone chatted and made him rest, so he said: "Okay, stop chatting, go to bed quickly. "

Jiao Wangyu picked up the phone and sent a message back to the senior, and said, "Morning exercises will be required early tomorrow morning, and I won't be able to wake up if I don't sleep now."

After he finished speaking, Cheng Er and Jian Shao sighed and shut up.

It was late at night and the dormitory was quiet.

Pu Songqiu turned his back to Jiao Wangyu's direction, with the tip of his nose pressed against the cold wall.

He didn't know that Jiao Wangyu was looking at him, staring at his back and frowning.

Jiao Wangyu felt that Pu Songqiu seemed to have something on his mind, and it was the kind that he couldn't easily say.

He looked away and sighed in the darkness.

Others didn't pay attention, but Pu Songqiu keenly caught his sigh.

Jiao Wangyu sighed.

why?

Does he have any unspeakable worries?

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