Song of Glass

It was already after nine o'clock in the evening when Jiao Wangyu returned to school. There were not too many students walking around the campus at this time. After he separated from his seniors, he continued to walk along the uphill path alone.

The wind in the early autumn night was quite cool, rubbing against his exposed skin, arousing a thin layer of goosebumps.

With the wind blowing like this, his mind became a little clearer. He looked up and saw the dark woods at the end of the road.

He walked along this road, and at the second corner to the left was their dormitory building.

Jiao Wangyu sighed as he walked, and smelled his clothes, which smelled strongly of smoke and alcohol.

Today's party made him feel really awkward and tired, completely different from the one he thought and the one he had attended before.

In the smoky, dark and airless billiard hall, listening to the yelling of the people around him, for two or three hours, he tried to blend in with everyone, but he always seemed a little clumsy.

The senior taught him to play billiards. He really didn't have much interest in this, but it was hard to refuse.

Jiao Wangyu likes to make friends, but most of the time because of his sexual orientation, he is a little sensitive to physical contact. When Ying Jiao was playing billiards, he stood behind him, almost completely sticking to him, and holding his hand. Hand, let him endure it very hard so he didn't break free.

Very uncomfortable.

After finally coming out of the billiard hall, Jiao Wangyu heaved a sigh of relief, thinking he could go back to school, but was dragged to eat again.

It was a barbecue restaurant near the billiards hall. They were sitting in the courtyard of the barbecue restaurant. Before they finished ordering, another senior had already brought a case of beer.

Ying Zong said that they don't always drink so much, it's just that they haven't seen each other for a holiday, and it's the first time they get together in the new semester, so they should drink more.

It's not that Jiao Wangyu has never drank alcohol. He drank a little at the graduation dinner before, and he couldn't appreciate the taste of beer at all.

Of course, he can understand that everyone has different preferences. It’s okay for others to like what he doesn’t like. He just feels embarrassed and feels that he and them are really not in the same world.

Ying Zong seemed to see what he was thinking, poured him a glass of beer with a smile, and said, "It's okay, I'll get used to drinking slowly, and I'll be able to drink it naturally if there are more parties like this in the future."

Jiao Wangyu would not question other people's preferences and habits, nor would he deny other people's fun, but he suddenly realized that such meaningless entertainment seemed really not suitable for him.

He is not the kind of person who will pursue an inner meaning in everything he does, but at least let him find a reason to do so. If he can't find it, then this will be the last time.

Jiao Wangyu thought, the senior took such good care of me, today I have to give others face no matter what, come here, don't spoil everyone's interest because of yourself, try to cater as much as possible today, and just don't come or participate in the future.

He drank almost half a bottle of beer, his stomach was bloated and uncomfortable, his mouth was astringent and bitter, and his mind was even more heavy.

In fact, Ying Zong never thought of getting him drunk, seeing him down half a glass of wine, it was just like that, even if he laughed at him a few words, it was fine.

The last words that Yingzong said to Jiao Wangyu before they left were - next time you come out to play, call your roommate.

Jiao Wangyu's mind was muddled at the time, and he didn't realize who he was talking about. After walking alone for a while, and the cool wind blew him away, he suddenly realized that Ying Zong seemed to care about Pu Songqiu a lot.

The meeting started this afternoon, until just now, Jiao Wangyu couldn't remember how many times Ying Zong asked about Pu Songqiu.

He felt strange.

Even if the basketball team wanted to recruit, it wouldn't be like this, would it?

Can't figure it out.

Unable to figure it out, he simply gave up, and he walked towards the dormitory building in a daze, sighing as he walked, the breath smelled like alcohol.

When Jiao Wangyu reached the downstairs of the dormitory building, he hesitated for a moment. He stepped on the steps for a full minute. After that, he turned around and sat down on the steps, holding his knees with his hands and burying his head between his arms.

Going back to the house might also be a little stuffy, he wanted to get some fresh air outside.

Jiao Wangyu didn't know if college students' gatherings were like this, probably not, he knew the truth that you can't generalize, but he knew that "things of a kind gather and people are divided into groups", so he and Ying Zong couldn't get along.

In this afternoon, Jiao Wangyu suddenly felt that he had come into contact with another kind of "adult world", which was chaotic and noisy, which made people feel exhausted involuntarily.

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When Pu Songqiu came back from the library, he saw the person sitting on the steps as soon as he got downstairs.

Sitting on the steps, holding his knees with his hands and burying his head in his arms, he looked like a little ostrich who had been wronged outside.

A dim street lamp nearby accompanied the "little ostrich" listlessly, but it made the "little ostrich" look even more lonely.

What's up with him?

Pu Songqiu walked over and stood beside Jiao Wangyu.

Jiao Wangyu who heard the footsteps raised his head slowly, his eyes were a little blurred, and he looked up at the person standing in front of him.

Pu Songqiu is tall, at night, under the street lamps, he feels a little like a god descending.

Thinking of this, Jiao Wangyu laughed, thinking that he was too funny.

"What's wrong?" Pu Songqiu asked.

His tone was cold, as if stained with autumn rain, but it was obvious that it didn't rain today.

"I drank too much." Jiao Wangyu looked at him and smiled, "I'm so dizzy."

Jiao Wangyu's tone was brisk, but he was indeed drunk.

For a person who has hardly ever drank alcohol, it is not easy to quickly drink half a bottle of wine.

"Why don't you go back?" Pu Songqiu knelt down and looked at him, and smelled the strong smell of cigarettes on his body as soon as he got close, "Smoking?"

"No." Yingzong offered him cigarettes, but he refused.

"The smell of cigarettes is very strong." Pu Songqiu frowned tightly, "It also smells like alcohol."

Why did this go?

Pu Songqiu's mood became very bad, as if his clean baby was borrowed from someone, and when he came back, he was covered in mud.

And he could tell that Jiao Wangyu was not happy either.

"Seniors smoke it." Jiao Wangyu let out another long sigh, "I'm sitting here to get some air, and I feel stuffy."

Pu Songqiu stared at him for a while, then sat next to him.

It was very cold at night, Jiao Wangyu was only wearing a thin T-shirt, after Pu Songqiu sat down, he casually put his coat on the other person.

The sweater jacket still carried Pu Songqiu's body temperature, and that temperature instantly wrapped Jiao Wangyu in a soft world, like a chick who didn't want to be born returned to the eggshell, and he finally regained his sense of security.

The two sat like this for a long time, finally Pu Songqiu couldn't help asking him: "Did you have fun today?"

Jiao Wangyu shook his head: "It's not suitable for me."

Pu Songqiu turned to look at him, resisting not wanting to ask more questions, but the next question was ready to come out.

"We went to play billiards." Before Pu Songqiu could ask, Jiao Wangyu opened his mouth first, "Have you ever played billiards?"

Pu Songqiu's tone didn't change: "No."

"The place we went to was in the basement of a building. There were no windows. There were a lot of people. It was very noisy and stuffy." Jiao Wangyu slowly closed his eyes, not sure if it was because he was sleepy or tired, "Everyone They're all smoking, and there's wine by the pool table, ready to take a sip anytime."

Pu Songqiu's brows were tightly furrowed.

"I don't like that place very much." Jiao Wangyu sighed, leaned forward, and lay on his knees, he said lazily, "After that, we went to eat barbecue again, and that barbecue was quite delicious. But I don't know how to drink."

He turned his head sideways and looked at Pu Songqiu with a dazed look: "The senior also asked me a lot of questions about you."

"Me?" Pu Songqiu was a little surprised.

"Well," Jiao Wangyu smiled, "but I don't even know how to answer."

"I don't seem to understand you either," he said.

In the dark, the two looked at each other, Pu Songqiu wanted to say something, but finally gave up.

After that, they sat like this all the time, Jiao Wangyu sang softly, Pu Songqiu accompanied and listened quietly.

"Do you miss home?" Jiao Wangyu asked.

"Fortunately."

"Today I suddenly felt that I didn't really become free when I grew up," Jiao Wangyu said, "Instead, I became more involuntary."

Pu Songqiu was silent for a while, and then said: "Yes, there is always a price to pay for growing up, but if you want, you can still continue to be relaxed and pure."

Jiao Wangyu was startled, and turned to look at him.

"The door is going to be locked, let's go back." Pu Songqiu stood up before giving him a chance to ask questions.

Jiao Wangyu looked up at Pu Songqiu, and said for a long time: "We have known each other for so long, I really don't seem to know you at all."

"No one can really fully understand another person." Pu Songqiu said, "Everyone has a secret, right?"

作者有话要说：感谢在2020-06-2507:54:23~2020-06-2608:24:18期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angels who threw mines: Liangcha, Xiang Bei, Dahe Mimei, and Qingming Yushang;

Thanks to the little angel of the irrigation nutrient solution: 4 bottles of the king called me to patrol the mountain; 3 bottles of love my present time; 2 bottles of Gufan Yunwaishu; 1 bottle of Chenopodium;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!