Song of Glass

Jiao Wangyu's foot swelled exaggeratedly, but because of this injury, he completely escaped the military training.

In the next few days, Jiao Wangyu could only stay in the dormitory, waiting for his roommate to "feed" every meal every day.

Pu Songqiu got up early in the morning, and would go to the cafeteria first to buy breakfast for the two of them. The two of them ate in the dormitory. The other two who refused to get up early basically got up in the smell of steamed stuffed buns every day, and then hurriedly dressed. Clothes, wash, rush to the cafeteria to eat.

Occasionally Jian Shao and Cheng Er bring meals to Jiao Wangyu at noon and evening, but most of the time it is Pu Songqiu who takes on this role.

Jiao Wangyu, who can't go anywhere because of his foot injury, is bored in the dormitory all day long. They haven't had time to set up the Internet, and he hasn't bought a laptop yet.

On weekends, Cheng Er went shopping. He called home and bought a small netbook. It cost about [-] yuan. It was light and compact, and it was convenient to carry it with him. Thinking that the dormitory didn’t have internet, he bought a portable CD-ROM. , I bought a lot of movie discs before going back to school, and put them domineeringly on Jiao Wangyu's desk as soon as I came back.

"Let me play with you." Cheng Er said, "When we are not in the dormitory, you can watch a movie to relieve boredom."

Jiao Wangyu burst into tears of gratitude, hugged Cheng Er's arm and praised him for 10 minutes.

Pu Songqiu doesn't like to see Jiao Wangyu have physical contact with other people, even if Cheng Er is not gay, and he still thinks about chasing girls every day.

But this time he was not angry, and even thanked Cheng Er a little.

Jiao Wangyu himself was so bored in the dormitory, and he didn't like reading, so every day except sleeping was anxious, Cheng Er saved him.

Pu Songqiu had to admit that his abilities were limited.

He hoped that all of Jiao Wangyu's happiness was because of him, but it was too difficult.

With the netbook, Jiao Wangyu's life is much better. Every day, other people are outside in the sun for training, and he enjoys watching movies in the dormitory.

The days of the military training passed day by day, and when the end was coming to an end, Jiao Wangyu's feet were almost healed.

However, although he doesn't have to go to training during the day, he still has to attend military theory classes at night.

Because of Jiao Wangyu's slow movements, the four people in their dormitory would stay until the last to leave after class. When they followed Jiao Wangyu's speed to the classroom door, they saw Ying Zong standing there looking at them and smiling.

Pu Songqiu just glanced at him and ignored him.

Jiao Wangyu thought that Yingzong was looking for him, so he waved his hand and said, "Senior, why are you here so late?"

Ying Zong smiled, pointed to Pu Songqiu and said, "I have something to do with him."

Pu Songqiu frowned, grabbed Jiao Wangyu's wrist and supported him to continue walking outside.

"Songqiu, let's talk." Yingzong's voice echoed in the empty classroom corridor, Pu Songqiu frowned even more.

Jiao Wangyuxin said: When did you become so familiar?Song Qiu?

He looked at Pu Songqiu suspiciously.

Pu Songqiu lowered his eyes, hesitated for a moment, and said to Jian Shao: "Hold on, you guys go first."

He let go of Jiao Wangyu, turned around and walked towards Yingzong.

When Jiao Wangyu was supported by Jian Shao to go out, he kept looking back, seeing the two people confronting each other in the dark corridor, not knowing what they were talking about.

Pu Songqiu was tall, almost covering Yingzong's whole body in the shadow, the picture was subtle and ambiguous.

When they walked out of the teaching building, Cheng Er said, "Brother Yu, is there something wrong with your senior?"

"What's the matter?" Jiao Wangyu suddenly felt that he hadn't participated in the military training recently, as if he had missed many important events.

"I come to look for Pu Songqiu every day," Cheng Er said, "Don't say I'm a rotten eye on Renji, but I just think he's weird."

Rotten eyes look at Renji?

What do you mean?

"What?" Jiao Wangyu asked, "I don't understand."

"Isn't your senior gay?" Cheng Er said, "When I get back, I'll send you a few novels and you'll understand after reading them. It's about men falling in love with men. I suspect he's attracted to us. Old Pu."

Jiao Wangyu was confused by what he said.

Although Jiao Wangyu has always been aware of his sexual orientation, he has never dared to learn more about it. He is actually afraid to explore this world.

In his conception, there has never been such a possibility. Homosexuals are heterogeneous and will be treated differently.

He is afraid of being marginalized, so he refuses to enter and understand, he refuses to face his true self, and he refuses to accept a self that is different from the public.

After all, cowardly and cowardly.

However, the important thing at this moment is not how he is, but what is going on with the senior?

"What do you mean? What happened to the senior?" Jiao Wangyu asked.

Jian Shao laughed, and made fun of him again: "Oh, this is my husband about to be robbed, do you feel a sense of crisis?"

Jiao Wangyu glared at him: "Kill you!"

Cheng Er said: "After you didn't come to the training, it seemed like the second or third day. Your senior came to the stadium several times a day, either to deliver water or wet wipes. Anyway, all of them were given to Pu Songqiu alone."

"Why?"

"How would I know!" Cheng Er said, "Why don't you just ask your senior or Pu Songqiu, these two people are tricky."

"Not necessarily, you can't say that," Jian Shao smoothed things over, "You are still a man, you are very responsible, and you have never accepted it. I think he doesn't seem to want to talk to your senior."

Jiao Wangyu frowned and muttered, "What am I a man, don't talk nonsense."

Jian Shao laughed haha: "Are you kidding, recently Cheng Er is still my little wife."

Cheng Er: "You are making trouble, if you dare to say that in front of Lin Lin, I will kill you!"

Those two people were joking and laughing, and helped the "semi-disabled" Jiao Wangyu walk towards the dormitory under the night light.

Jiao Wangyu felt weird in his heart, and looked back from time to time.

In fact, Cheng Er and Jian Shao were just joking to a large extent. They had only read about homosexuality in novels, and they had never encountered it in real life when they grew up.

It may be that there is really no one around, or there may be, but the other party hides himself well.

In short, in the autumn of 2009, the 18-year-olds had just begun to open their eyes to see this new world. They just subconsciously regarded "homosexuality" as a setting in novels, and they could make jokes, but no one would really.

Neither Cheng Er nor Jian Shao knew that when they were joking, the other two people beside them were listening to those words with completely different thoughts from theirs.

Jiao Wangyu and the others returned to the dormitory for a long time, and seeing that the lights were about to turn off, Pu Songqiu finally came back.

When he opened the door and came in, Jiao Wangyu immediately turned around and looked at him nervously.

As soon as Pu Songqiu came in, he immediately looked at Jiao Wangyu, and the two looked at each other, suddenly a little awkward.

Cheng Er first asked: "Brother Pu, did your senior confess to you?"

Pu Songqiu frowned slightly, only Jiao Wangyu who was close to him noticed.

"No." Pu Songqiu changed into his pajamas, and took a basin to wash up.

"I'm with you." Jiao Wangyu stood up and went out with him.

The two went to the washroom together, there were many people and there was only one vacant seat, Pu Songqiu asked Jiao Wangyu to wash first, then turned and went out by himself.

Jiao Wangyu looked down at the water basin Pu Songqiu put aside, hesitated for a moment, and followed.

My feet are getting better, but I still have to be careful when I walk.

He dawdled along with Pu Songqiu to the stairwell, watching him standing by the window and lighting a cigarette.

"Are you in a bad mood?" Jiao Wangyu stood behind him.

Pu Songqiu turned his head when he heard the voice, saw it was Jiao Wangyu, and hurriedly wanted to snuff out the cigarette.

"Give me a sip." Jiao Wangyu approached with a smile, "How about a sip?"

Pu Songqiu hid with the finger holding the cigarette, but Jiao Wangyu grabbed his wrist.

"Give me a puff!" Jiao Wangyu didn't know how to smoke at all, so he took a puff clumsily, choking until tears came out of his eyes.

"Forget it, I'd better not learn to smoke."

"Yeah." Pu Songqiu said, "Don't smoke if you can."

"Then why do you smoke?" Jiao Wangyu leaned against the wall, "Don't tell me it's for fun."

Pu Songqiu smiled, this smile seemed a little unusual in the smog.

"For... entertainment." Pu Songqiu said, "to vent my emotions."

"What's wrong with your emotions?" Jiao Wangyu finally captured the important information, "Why do you need to vent? Are you unhappy?"

not happy?

Can't tell.

Pu Songqiu was silent for a while, then turned around and lay down on the window sill.

He looked out the window. It was late September, and it was getting cooler after a few rains.

The smoke at his fingertips was slowly burning, and he asked himself: Are you unhappy?

"Not at all." Pu Songqiu said, "There's nothing to be unhappy about."

"Then why vent?"

Pu Songqiu smiled: "There are not only two kinds of human emotions, happy and unhappy, there is also one called... dazed."

Of course Jiao Wangyu knew, but he was just wondering what Pu Songqiu was confused about.

"Are you at a loss because Ying Zong is looking for you?" Jiao Wangyu walked over and lay side by side with him on the window sill, "He was looking for you and wanted you to join the basketball team?"

Pu Songqiu was taken aback for a moment, then laughed out loud.

"Yes." Pu Songqiu said, "He is very persistent."

Jiao Wangyu looked at a tree outside, the thin branches were swaying slightly with the night wind.

"Will you be moved by this persistence?"

"No." Pu Songqiu replied firmly, "It's not what I want, no matter how persistent I am, I won't accept it."

He took a puff on his cigarette, and the ash was blown away by the wind.

Jiao Wangyu originally didn't like the smell of cigarettes, but suddenly this night, he became obsessed with the smell of burning cigarettes.

"What kind of cigarette are you smoking?" Jiao Wangyu asked.

Pu Songqiu showed him the cigarette case.

The white soft bag is white sand, and there is a price tag on it - 5 yuan.

Pu Songqiu said: "My dad used to smoke this."

Jiao Wangyu looked at him, and asked after a while, "Do you miss him?"

"It's okay." Pu Songqiu picked up the cigarette case, crushed out the cigarette butt, straightened up and said, "Anyway, we will meet sooner or later. Let's go, go back and wash, and turn off the lights later."

作者有话要说：感谢在2020-06-2807:52:19~2020-06-2906:06:41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: Can’t board, Liangcha, and Xiang Bei;

Thanks to the little angels who irrigate the nutrient solution: 3215 bottles in the middle of the night; 1 bottle of Moon_Sunflower, Gufan Yunwaishu;

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