Song of Glass

Pu Songqiu is actually curious about Jiao Wangyu's sexual fantasies, but curiosity is curiosity, he doesn't know how to ask, and he doesn't want others to ask.

He could understand that Cheng Er and the others had no bad intentions, they were just joking among the boys, and it's normal to be inappropriate sometimes.

They asked him, he didn't care, but he didn't want to talk about Jiao Wangyu.

He wants to monopolize Jiao Wangyu's secret.

Pu Songqiu knew that his thinking was shameful, and also knew that it was impossible to realize it, and seeing Jiao Wangyu seemed to continue to play with Cheng Er and the others with great interest, he couldn't tell what it was like.

It's very uncomfortable.

Sour, with a bit of bitterness.

He actually understood that, after all, he was jealous, jealous that Cheng Er dared to ask whatever he wanted, but he couldn't.

After a few rounds, Cheng Er really caught Jiao Wangyu.

"Okay, I won't say anything more." Uncle Cheng Er raised his legs, "Let's be honest and be lenient."

Jiao Wangyu smiled: "Would you believe me if I said no?"

"What do you think?" Cheng Er said, "Stop fooling people!"

"Really not," Jiao Wangyu tried his best to be sincere, "You still don't know me well enough, I've always been pure-hearted and ascetic, and I haven't reached puberty yet."

Cheng Er rolled his eyes: "Come on, you, fool us like ghosts."

Cheng Er saw that he didn't want to say it, and he didn't force him anymore. If the joke was too loud, it would be boring.

He poured Jiao Wangyu a glass of wine: "If you don't answer well, drink."

"Okay, then you can drink with me, it's boring for me to drink by myself."

Cheng Er is also considered loyal enough, Jiao Wangyu asked him to accompany him, and he accompanied him, but the two of them met for a drink, and Pu Songqiu, who was sitting by the side, also picked up the glass and drank it down.

Cheng Er smiled: "Brother Pu, this is buy one get one free?"

"Thirsty." Pu Songqiu lied expressionlessly.

When it was Jiao Wangyu's turn, he was extremely nervous. The feeling of wanting the other party to speak out but being afraid of hearing the answer was really tormenting.

It was good to deal with it like this, and he was inexplicably relieved.

Once the wine started to be drunk, it was regarded as an opening. A few people ate and chatted, and ordered two more bottles of beer in a daze.

Jiao Wangyu suddenly realized that the wine is actually not that bad, but it depends on who is drinking it with and under what circumstances.

When he was with Ying Zong and the others before, every sip was bitter and astringent in his mouth, so bad that he frowned and smacked his lips, suffering as if he was drinking medicinal wine.

But when the scene changed, he was with a few roommates, and he was so happy that he didn't even know how many drinks he had.

When several people walked out of the barbecue restaurant, Jiao Wangyu was in high spirits, walking like stepping on a sponge.

When going down the stairs, he subconsciously reached out to grab Pu Songqiu's arm: "It's over, I'm dizzy."

Cheng Er walked ahead and laughed at him: "That's all you can drink?"

"I still performed supernormally today!" Jiao Wangyu grabbed Pu Songqiu tightly, and walked downstairs cautiously, "I'm still a pure boy, I can't drink that much."

Pu Songqiu let him hold him, and couldn't help laughing when he heard what he said.

Jiao Wangyu was a little dizzy from drinking, and his mind was also in a state of excitement. At this moment, he was very relaxed, and he turned to Pu Songqiu: "Are you laughing at me?"

"No," Pu Songqiu hung his other hand behind him to protect him, for fear that he would really step on the ground, "I think you are right."

"Which sentence is correct?"

"Innocent boy."

Jiao Wangyu looked at Pu Songqiu answering him seriously, laughing unsteadily.

He was already holding Pu Songqiu, but with such a smile, he almost leaned into his arms.

Pu Songqiu's heart was beating fast, but he didn't dare to move, so he could only wait for him to finish laughing silently.

Jiao Wangyu laughed so dizzily that he grabbed Pu Songqiu and went downstairs unsteadily.

"Be careful." Pu Songqiu frowned, for fear that he would fall.

The four of them were going to take a taxi back to school, but as soon as they came out of the barbecue restaurant, they saw a bus going directly to the school preparing to pull in, and there were very few people on the bus.

Jian Shao greeted everyone to go back by bus, and the fare for the four of them was only a fraction of the taxi.

Several people trotted to the bus stop, Pu Songqiu was always behind Jiao Wangyu.

Jiao Wangyu was the first to get in the car, walked straight back, and sat in the penultimate row by the window.

Pu Songqiu sat next to him without even thinking about it, just like when he was in middle school, when he entered the classroom from the outside, he naturally sat next to Jiao Wangyu.

The two of them got into the car one after the other, and it was natural for them to sit together. Besides, everyone knew that they had a good relationship, and Cheng Er and Jian Shao didn't think there was anything wrong.

All four sat down, and the bus slowly left the station. It was already past eight o'clock in the evening, and it was already dark.

Jiao Wangyu looked out the car window, his eyes were squinted by the flickering lights of various colors.

And Pu Songqiu, who was sitting on the side, seemed to be looking out of the window, but actually his eyes fell on Jiao Wangyu's face. The changing light outside shone on Jiao Wangyu's face, making this person seem even more mysterious. .

What was he thinking about?

Still thinking nothing?

Pu Songqiu looked at him, then turned to the other side, and sighed deeply.

The bus is no better than a taxi, and it takes nearly an hour for them to go back to school.

At first, Jiao Wangyu would chat with Pu Songqiu, and when he saw something outside, he would chat with him.

Private cars passing by, bicycles that fell like dominoes, high school students wearing school uniforms and carrying schoolbags on weekends and walking on the way to school...

After chatting for a while, Jiao Wangyu began to feel drowsy, talking less and less, and his voice became softer.

Later he fell asleep, leaning on Pu Songqiu's shoulder, just like when Pu Songqiu was leaning on him in the movie theater.

Pu Songqiu likes the feeling of being relied on by Jiao Wangyu, as if there are only the two of them left in the whole world, and the other party wholeheartedly entrusts himself to him, without having to think about any annoying issues.

As for Jiao Wangyu, he only slept briefly on Pu Songqiu's shoulder, but had a dream in a daze.

The dream was brightly colored. He seemed to be walking in a world where paint bottles were overturned. All he could see were thick colors. He heard someone call his name in a trance. He followed the voice and felt that the The voice is very familiar but I can't remember who the owner is.

When he found that person, he couldn't see the other person's face, he could only hear the person asking him: "Which one do you choose?"

Which one to choose?

Which one to choose?

This dream was so weird that people couldn't figure it out, until Jiao Wangyu woke up, he was still at a loss.

He sometimes likes to search for Zhou Gong's interpretation of dreams, but this dream makes him not even know what keywords to enter.

"woke up?"

When Jiao Wangyu straightened up, Pu Songqiu whispered this in his ear.

The voice startled Jiao Wangyu for a moment, thinking that it was very similar to the voice talking to him in the dream.

But he wasn't sure, the dream was too vague and its meaning unclear.

"Yeah." Jiao Wangyu yawned and glanced at his watch, "I haven't slept for a few minutes."

"Ten minutes," Pu Songqiu said, "It will take more than half an hour to get to school."

"It's too far away." Jiao Wangyu looked out the window again and found that it was raining.

The pattering raindrops fell on the car window, the world in front of him began to become blurred, and the flickering lights on the passing streets became blurred, making Jiao Wangyu feel that he suddenly became presbyopic.

"Are you sober?" Pu Songqiu wanted to chat with him, because at this moment, Jiao Wangyu belonged to him alone.

Jiao Wangyu turned around and smiled: "Maybe."

He muttered: "How can I practice this amount of alcohol?"

Jiao Wangyu looked at Pu Songqiu suspiciously: "You seem to be quite good at drinking."

"I can't do it either, but I'm better than you."

Jiao Wangyu smiled: "Run on me?"

"No." Pu Songqiu likes to see him smile, and when he smiles, he can't help but laugh along with him, and even wants to keep the curve of the corner of his mouth consistent with the other party.

"But to be honest, it feels good to drink with good friends." Jiao Wangyu likes this feeling, very relaxed, "I suddenly want to try drinking some pieces."

Pu Songqiu frowned slightly.

"When there is a chance in the future, you guys will accompany me." Jiao Wangyu turned sideways, stretched his neck and said to Cheng Er and Jian Shao: "It's my birthday after a while, you can accompany me to drink."

Cheng Er gestured "OK" to him: "If you don't get drunk, you don't go home!"

Jian Shao asked him: "When is your birthday?"

"December 10."

This is Pu Songqiu's answer.

Jiao Wangyu looked at Pu Songqiu in surprise: "You remember!"

"En." Pu Songqiu didn't want to say it, but subconsciously opened his mouth.

Jiao Wangyu smiled: "Let's live together."

Jian Shao asked strangely: "You two have a birthday?"

"No," Jiao Wangyu told him, "I am number 13, brother Qiu is number 15."

He turned his gaze to Pu Songqiu again: "Why don't we take an intermediate value and spend together on the 14th?"

Pu Songqiu didn't celebrate his birthday with anyone else. Every year on his birthday, his mother would specially cook two extra dishes. When his father was in good health, he would buy him roast chicken when he came back from get off work.

Except for his family, few people pay attention to his birthday.

"Okay." Pu Songqiu said, "I have no problem."

He has always known Jiao Wangyu's birthday, and even recently he always wondered whether to give Jiao Wangyu some birthday presents.

Ask for a gift that's memorable but doesn't reveal his mind.

Of course, it shouldn't be too expensive, he doesn't have that financial strength yet.

"Then it's settled!" Jiao Wangyu was a little excited, took out his phone and began to look at the calendar, "Tsk, Wednesday the 14th."

"Or you two just wait," Cheng Er said, "Let's find a daily rental house on weekends and come out to have fun for two days."

Jian Shaoying said to him, "I think this is good."

Jiao Wangyu asked for Pu Songqiu's opinion, after all, it was not his birthday alone.

"Brother Qiu, what do you think?" Jiao Wangyu really wanted to do this, find a daily rented house, and the four of them could quarrel for two days and one night.

Of course Pu Songqiu can do whatever he wants, as long as Jiao Wangyu thinks it is good, he will accept it all.

"You decide," Pu Songqiu said, "I'll listen to you."

作者有话要说：感谢在2020-07-0107:30:13~2020-07-0207:41:43期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: Xiang Bei 1;

Thanks to the little angels of the irrigation nutrient solution: 5 bottles of Niangniangjiangjangniang, Xiangbei, Jingzhongmao; 3 bottles of Du; 140 bottles of 2 billion light years;

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