Song of Glass

Jiao Wangyu hid in the toilet, looked at himself in the mirror and took a deep breath.

He really can't stand this.

After the lights were off, when Cheng Er talked to Jian Shao and the others about girls, he could keep silent, or he could respond with a few words when his name was suddenly called. Normally, he could also put on an air, pretending that he was the same as everyone else .

However, he is very clear that different is different.

Not to mention watching such a movie, even when passing by the basketball court and seeing those boys playing basketball shirtless, he would feel awkward. There is really no way.

no way.

It's not that he's indiscreet, it's not that he desires when he sees a body of the same sex, but for him, certain things just can't be helped.

Just like taking a bath, the school only has public baths. He only dared to go when there were few people, and then find an inconspicuous corner that would not be noticed by others and deliberately avoid sweeping to other people's corners to wash quickly and leave quickly.

Jiao Wangyu has been avoiding the fact that he is gay, but he still can't escape.

Some things are like DNA, you can't just change it if you say you want to.

Jiao Wangyu turned on the faucet, bent down and washed his face with cold water, then looked up, suddenly felt that the face reflected in the mirror was strange.

Jiao Wangyu sighed, he really wanted to talk to someone, but he really didn't dare.

He was tangled in the toilet, and Pu Songqiu was tangled in the living room.

After Jiao Wangyu left, Pu Songqiu turned off the TV. He was not interested in movies. In fact, it didn't matter to him what he watched, but Jiao Wangyu's reaction made him a little uncomfortable.

Ever since he realized that he might be in love with Jiao Wangyu, he has tried his best to forget it. He hoped that the long-term absence could erase this feeling that should not exist. Not only in the same major in the same university, but also in the same dormitory.

Can't escape.

Since he couldn't avoid it, Pu Songqiu wanted to treat him well.

I don't want to do anything, I just can't hide, so face it bravely.

His so-called coping is to like the other party quietly, without letting the other party know, and without adding any burden to the other party.

He originally thought that Jiao Wangyu should accept everything quite well, but when he was eating in the cafeteria today, he talked about Ying Zong, but he didn't see anything special. Pu Songqiu was still relieved, but he didn't expect that, after all, It is unbearable.

Saying and seeing are different after all.

Pu Songqiu was a little disappointed, but this was expected, he kept persuading himself that he was already prepared, so there was no need to be so discouraged.

He stood up, helped up the trash can that had just been kicked over by Jiao Wangyu, set it up, walked to the window, and opened it to let in some air.

Jiao Wangyu hid in the toilet for a long time, finally adjusted his mood, opened the door and came out.

As soon as he came out, he found that there was no one on the sofa, and the TV was turned off.

It's better to close it, so as not to embarrass him.

He heard Cheng Er and Jian Shao arguing in the kitchen, and when he turned his head to look over, he found Pu Songqiu standing alone on the balcony.

It's noon now, the autumn wind is always cool and warm just right, the sun is softer than winter than summer, Pu Songqiu stood there with his back facing the direction of Jiao Wangyu, just an ordinary figure, But Jiao Wangyu inexplicably saw some sense of story.

But Jiao Wangyu couldn't tell what kind of story it was, he just felt that the other party seemed a little lonely, especially against the background of the laughter of the two people in the kitchen next door.

He hesitated for a moment, but walked over anyway.

"What are you looking at?" Jiao Wangyu asked.

"That cloud in the sky." Pu Songqiu answered freely, "What does it look like?"

Jiao Wangyu looked over, and there was only one cloud in the distant sky.

White, fluffy and soft.

"Like a cloud."

Jiao Wangyu's answer made Pu Songqiu laugh: "Okay, there's nothing wrong with it."

Jiao Wangyu also looked at him and smiled: "What's wrong with you? You have a lot on your mind."

"No ah."

"Not like."

Jiao Wangyu rubbed his nose with his hand, and said with emotion that the temperature in autumn is really comfortable.

"I really like autumn." Pu Songqiu said, "but many people think autumn is particularly bleak."

"I like it too." Jiao Wangyu thought for a while and said, "I like it all the year round."

The two chatted without any theme, Cheng Er and the others came out and asked them to play poker.

Pu Songqiu didn't know poker, he said he had never played it, and the other three were shocked.

"Your family doesn't play mahjong or poker during the holidays?" Cheng Er said, "Then what entertainment do you have? Do you want to watch the Spring Festival Gala?"

"That's right," Pu Songqiu sat there very calmly, "The last time I played poker was when I was a child."

"I'll teach you." Jiao Wangyu sat next to him, "Do you know all the cards?"

"En." The two sat so close that Pu Songqiu could almost smell the fragrance of washing powder on Jiao Wangyu's body.

Their laundry detergent is the same brand, which means they smell the same.

Pu Songqiu smelled the fragrance of Jiao Wangyu's body, secretly collected a little bit, and his originally depressed mood gradually eased.

A few people played poker until the evening. After six o'clock, Cheng Er's phone rang.

The people in the cake shop delivered the cakes, and their celebration ceremony finally began.

The four of them don't like sweets very much, so they agreed in the morning to order a small cake, and they will buy barbecue and the like, and have a good drink tonight.

Jian Shao and Cheng Er went downstairs to get the cake, and when they came back, they brought up twelve bottles of beer.

Jiao Wangyu said, "We brought them all up!"

"The two of us did some research just now and felt that twelve bottles are not enough to drink." Jian Shao said, "Anyway, the boss said that if you can't drink it, as long as you don't open the bottle, you can take it back tomorrow."

Now that he has said that, Jiao Wangyu is not disappointed, he really wants to see how much he can drink, and how much he drinks will break his body.

He was quite curious about the feeling of fragmentation, but he was worried that he drank too much and said something he shouldn't say.

After the cake was brought back, Cheng Er helped the two birthday boys put on the birthday hats made of paper shells. The candles on the cake were the number "Nineteen", and the two of them entered the age of 19 together.

Pu Songqiu stood by the table and watched Cheng Er light the candle.

Jian Shao turned off the lights, and the light in the room dimmed, leaving only the flickering candles.

The word "precious" suddenly appeared in Pu Songqiu's mind. If you ask him what is the most precious at this time, his answer will probably be - at this time.

Pu Songqiu and Jiao Wangyu looked at the candlelight together, two digital candles were burning for them at the same time.

Jiao Wangyu said: "This is the first time for me to celebrate my birthday with someone else."

Pu Songqiu looked at him and said softly, "Me too."

Jian Shao smiled, breaking the somewhat subtle yet somewhat romantic atmosphere: "Those who didn't know thought you were giving a wedding speech."

Jiao Wangyu glared at him: "Nothing can stop you from talking nonsense."

Pu Songqiu smiled, but said nothing.

Cheng Er said: "Let's make a wish first, I will avoid it with Jian Shao."

As he spoke, he raised his hands to cover his ears.

Jiao Wangyu laughed at him: "You don't need to cover your ears, it's fine, because I didn't intend to say anything at all."

Cheng Er pouted, saying he was stingy.

The two people celebrating the birthday closed their eyes, put their hands together, and made a wish.

Jiao Wangyu has already thought about his birthday wish, and his birthday wish this year is to meet someone who understands him.

This "knowing him" is not just the kind between friends.

He knows that it is difficult, especially when he refuses to expose himself, the possibility is almost zero, but people can have dreams, in case some god hears his wish and wants to love him, really Wouldn't it be flattering to reward such a person to him.

As for Pu Songqiu, his mind went blank, and he didn't make a wish until he opened his eyes.

He didn't know what wish he should make, because for him, making a wish was not as good as taking action. There were some things he could gain as long as he worked hard to do them, and there were some things he couldn't take action anyway, so making a wish was just a fantasy.

He knows that people like himself are boring, but at least for now, that's how boring he is.

When both of them opened their eyes, they counted down to three numbers, and the four of them blew out the candles together.

All light was gone, and for a moment the room was plunged into total darkness.

Pu Songqiu's hand accidentally touched the back of Jiao Wangyu's hand next to him, just a light touch, but it seemed like a star lit up in the darkness.

After making a wish, cutting the cake, but in fact, the highlight of this birthday party is not here, but behind.

A few of them deliberately left the phone number of the barbecue shop downstairs, and ordered a lot of barbecue for them to deliver.

After nine o'clock in the evening, the four of them sat together, drinking and chatting while eating barbecue.

Jiao Wangyu said: "Today I'm going to drink it openly and test my drinking capacity. If I drink too much and say something strange or do something strange, don't take it seriously."

Cheng Er and the others took this as a joke, but Jiao Wangyu meant it seriously.

He said that he wanted to open up and drink, but he still had to hold back. He was different from others, and he had secrets that he couldn't tell.

A few of them had a glass at a time, and after drinking, Jiao Wangyu got excited, and even followed Cheng Er and the others to drink up the beer in the glass in one gulp.

He kept running to the toilet, and began to feel a little dizzy after half a bottle.

Pu Songqiu said to him: "Drink slowly."

Jiao Wangyu himself knew that he should drink slowly, but when he was happy, he felt a little out of control.

Cheng Er and Jian Shao also drank a lot, and when they drank too much, they began to talk about what they had.

Jian Shao mentioned Yingzong again, but this time he didn't say it to Jiao Wangyu, but to Pu Songqiu.

Among the four, only Pu Songqiu is no different from usual after drinking, and Jian Shao is a little bit tongue-in-cheek when talking.

He said: "Brother Pu, the gossip about Yingzong is not spread by one person. Although it is said that three people become tigers, I can't believe it all, but my buddies advise you to stay away from him."

Holding the wine glass in his hand, Pu Songqiu looked at the beer foam on the quilt.

Jiao Wangyu got a little dazed from drinking, leaned against the back of the sofa and asked, "What does it have to do with Songqiu?"

This is the second time Jiao Wangyu called Pu Songqiu that.

The first time was when they were in the cinema, Jiao Wangyu thought that Pu Songqiu was not feeling well in the dark, and called him softly.

Pu Songqiu turned around, his eyes and heart were facing the direction of Jiao Wangyu.

"They spread gossip and brought him along." Recently, because of the club, Jian Shao got very close to the group of sophomores, and it's not unusual to hear some gossip.

Jian Shao took another sip of wine and accidentally spilled it on his pants. Cheng Er laughed at him, saying that he was almost 20 years old and still wet his pants.

Jiao Wangyu was a little anxious, wanting to know what gossip those people spread about Pu Songqiu.

He felt annoyed, as if a clean piece of rough jade had been splashed with dirty water.

He hates people who spread rumors.

However, only he was in a hurry, but Pu Songqiu, the person involved, didn't care at all.

"Jian Shao, what did they say?" Jiao Wangyu couldn't wait impatiently, so he still asked.

While wiping his pants, Jian Shao said, "Didn't Yingzong always look for Brother Pu, saying that they have an unusual relationship or something?"

Jian Shao looked at Pu Songqiu: "Brother Pu, don't worry, I will clarify everything I told you."

Pu Songqiu took a sip of wine, and said very calmly: "I have nothing to do with him."

"I think so too." Jian Shao continued along the topic, "Not to mention whether you are gay or not, even if you are, you can't like that."

Jiao Wangyu and Pu Songqiu looked at Jian Shao together, the two of them didn't speak, but Cheng Er asked, "What do you think he will like?"

As soon as this question came up, Jiao Wangyu became nervous for no reason.

He didn't know what was wrong with him, but while he was waiting for Jian Shao's answer, he didn't dare to look at Pu Songqiu. For some reason, the sudden guilt made his dizzy head even more dizzy.

"Of course I am!" Jian Shao laughed cheekily, and even deliberately stood there and twisted his waist, "No man can resist my charm!"

Everyone knew he was joking, including Pu Songqiu, everyone laughed out loud.

Jiao Wangyu heaved a sigh of relief, pulled the pillow and hugged him in front of him, picked up the glass and drank the remaining half glass of beer in one gulp.

Wine is really amazing. The more emotional you are, the more you can appreciate its goodness.

Jiao Wangyu didn't know whether it was because he had something on his mind that he felt drunk after drinking, or whether it was because of drinking that he felt all kinds of feelings in his heart. In short, he looked at the few people in front of him and listened to what they said. There is a feeling that one's soul has been pulled out of the body and is watching them as a bystander.

This kind of feeling is actually not good for Jiao Wangyu, he doesn't like it, he likes to stand with everyone, and being separated like this will make him feel very lonely.

The laughter seemed to start to move away from him, and the faces of good friends also became blurred.

At some point, Pu Songqiu sat next to him and said to him, "Just wait a while if you're dizzy."

For a while?

It should mean that you can lean on the sofa, but Jiao Wangyu subconsciously leaned on the other's shoulder, just like Pu Songqiu leaned on his shoulder in the dark movie theater not long ago.

Pu Songqiu was slightly taller than him, and when he leaned over, the other person adjusted his sitting posture, and his head just rested on that person's strong shoulders.

Very comfortable, suddenly very at ease.

At this moment, the soul that had wandered out of the body returned to its place, the voice became real again, and the appearance of Cheng Er and Jian Shao who were throwing fists became clear again.

Pu Songqiu asked him softly: "How do you feel?"

"How about what?"

"All." Pu Songqiu said, "Are you happy today? Is the wine good? Are you getting drunk now?"

Jiao Wangyu smiled: "Happy, delicious, I should have some more."

Pu Songqiu gently clenched the hand on the other side, hesitated for a moment, and then asked: "Are you sure? Can you drink again?"

"It should be fine." Jiao Wangyu said, "I'm just a little dizzy now."

Pu Songqiu looked at him slightly sideways, while Jiao Wangyu raised his head at the same time.

The two were so close that they seemed to be able to feel each other's breath.

Suddenly there was some ambiguity, Jiao Wangyu quickly straightened up and searched for a long time before finding an unopened bottle of wine from a pile of empty wine bottles.

He held a bottle opener, but he didn't open it for a long time.

His hands were shaking, but he didn't know why.

Pu Songqiu looked at him for a while, reached out to take it, and easily opened the beer cap.

With a "poof", a small amount of foam overflowed.

Jiao Wangyu took out a tissue and handed it to Pu Songqiu. When Pu Songqiu was wiping his hands, Jiao Wangyu poured wine for them.

The whole time they didn't speak.

On the other side, Cheng Er and Jian Shao had already drunk too much, they were having fun, and they couldn't pay attention to their side.

After Jiao Wangyu poured the wine, he took a sip directly, the mouth was full of foam, and it was extremely bitter.

Pu Songqiu said: "Drink slowly."

Jiao Wangyu took the wine glass and blew air into it, trying to blow the foam away.

Pu Songqiu looked at it and laughed, and said to him: "I will teach you how to pour wine without foaming later."

Jiao Wangyu looked at him and asked, "You seem to be very experienced."

"My dad told me." Pu Songqiu said, "I don't have much experience."

Pu Songqiu drank all the wine in the glass, sat forward, held the glass and bottle, and showed Jiao Wangyu how to pour wine without foam.

The glass was tilted slightly, and the transparent yellow liquid flowed into the glass along the wall.

Jiao Wangyu watched seriously, but what he saw was not Pu Songqiu's movements, but him.

baffling.

Jiao Wangyu somehow wanted to cry.

He suddenly asked: "You said, what is the function of wine?"

Pu Songqiu looked up at him, meeting his gaze.

The role of alcohol?

Pu Songqiu swallowed.

The role of alcohol is to make people feel sad, to make people give up on themselves, to make people do things that they usually dare not do.

Pu Songqiu said: "It doesn't work."

He handed the glass full of wine to Jiao Wangyu: "Are you still drinking?"

"Drink." Before finishing the cup in Jiao Wangyu's hand, he lightly clinked glasses with Pu Songqiu, then looked directly at each other, imitating others, and drank it all in one gulp.

He was still clumsy when it came to drinking, the wine trickled down the corners of his mouth, and it was Pu Songqiu who took out a tissue to help him dry.

Wipe the corners of his mouth and the wine that dripped down his neck.

Jiao Wangyu's face was already flushed, Pu Songqiu knew very well that it was not because of him, but because of drinking too much wine.

Half a bottle of 11-degree beer can make Jiao Wangyu blush.

But God knows that Pu Songqiu hoped that the blush was because of him, because of the way he looked at the other person or a certain inadvertent or inadvertent movement.

But he understood that it was impossible.

Is it impossible?

Jiao Wangyu sat there blankly, still holding an empty wine glass in his hand.

A little white foam remained in the wine glass, flowing down the wall of the glass.

His eyes were a little blurred, and he let Pu Songqiu wipe off the wine on his neck, only feeling that his nostrils were steaming, and he was even more dizzy.

"It seems that I'm in a hurry to drink." Jiao Wangyu said, "I want to blow some air."

At this moment, Cheng Er and Jian Shao were already reeling.

The two of them didn't feel at all that they were celebrating someone else's birthday, they only cared about their own happiness.

Pu Songqiu glanced at the two sleeping people lying on the ground, then turned around and asked Jiao Wangyu: "Want to go to the balcony?"

Jiao Wangyu nodded.

At this time, Jiao Wangyu knew very well that he had drunk a little too much, but he was not completely out of reason. He was very puzzled: "Why are you so good at drinking?"

"Naturally." Pu Songqiu stood up and said softly to him, "Wait a while."

Jiao Wangyu didn't know what he was going to do, but sat there obediently and waited.

He watched as Pu Songqiu moved two chairs to the balcony, and carefully placed the cushions.

Jiao Wangyu looked at him and smiled, but he didn't know what he was laughing at.

The role of alcohol is probably to make people do whatever they want, such as crying, laughing, or staring at someone unscrupulously.

Pu Songqiu set up the chairs, came back with wine and cups, and led Jiao Wangyu to the balcony.

There is a sliding glass door between the balcony and the living room. After the two of them entered the balcony, Pu Songqiu subconsciously closed the door.

In fact, it is just a glass door, not to mention blocking the sight, maybe even the sound, if the two people lying in the living room wake up suddenly, maybe they can even hear what they are talking about clearly .

But Pu Songqiu still wanted to close the door, a transparent glass cut off a small independent world for them, he liked this feeling so much, only at this time, he could feel that Jiao Wangyu really only belonged to him.

He doesn't need to share with others, and he doesn't need to stand outside the safety line as a classmate or friend.

Stealing 1 minute of happiness is also happiness.

Jiao Wangyu put the wine glass on the window sill and stretched.

"Hands are numb." When he stretched his waist, he raised his hands high and held them together, and closed his eyes at the same time.

Not just his hands, he felt numb from his soul to his body, smelling of alcohol.

This feeling is a bit subtle. The mind is like a kite, only being pulled by a thin thread. Once the thread is cut, I don’t know what will happen.

"Then don't drink any more." Pu Songqiu said so, but he selfishly hoped that Jiao Wangyu would get drunk.

He knew that he was evil like this, but he couldn't deny it. He wished he could directly pour wine into the other party's mouth, forcing the other party to drink unconsciously.

What does he want to do?

Pu Songqiu didn't dare to think about it anymore, he detested this kind of self, but he couldn't change such a self, which made him very painful.

Pu Songqiu told Jiao Wangyu not to drink any more, and Jiao Wangyu also knew that it was the best choice to stop now, otherwise when he was really drunk, things might go in an uncontrollable direction.

However, he suddenly wanted to take a gamble.

"How can you not drink?" Jiao Wangyu pretended to be relaxed and smiled, "I said that if I don't get drunk today, I won't go home."

He looked back: "There are still several bottles, we will finish them all later."

Drink it all, what happens next?

Jiao Wangyu was really uncomfortable.Originally, his emotions were well suppressed, and he could make himself look happy, but probably because of drinking, he suddenly became very fragile, and he even seemed to see the tiles of his city wall falling one after another, falling to the ground, Broken to pieces.

With so many years of secrets accumulated in her heart, Jiao Wangyu has never dared to let anyone know, hiding it every day, for fear of being seen that she is different from others.

He is afraid that he will be treated differently because of his unique sexual orientation, and he is afraid of being ignored and rejected because of this. He is afraid of being alone, becoming a different kind, and being pushed to the edge of the world.

He is timid, cowardly, afraid to face himself, unwilling to accept himself, he is the most shameful kind of person, the most worthless kind of person.

But he was just scared, just thinking about it would make him feel scared.

Jiao Wangyu raised his head, seemingly looking at the moon, but in fact he was trying hard to keep tears from falling down.

He doesn't want to cry, he's not a crying person, but now, the more he thinks about it, the more wronged he is.

Why him?

Why is he different from others?

He just wants to be a mediocre, simple, and happy person. He never thought about how unique he is. He just wants to be ordinary.

However, such a simple wish could not be fulfilled.

He hid his little secret in a black box, and stuffed that box into the most inconspicuous corner of his heart.

Originally, he hoped that he could forget it, and waited for the thick dust to completely bury it. As a result, every night, he always took it out unconsciously and wiped it vigorously. The dust, which he wiped off again at night.

Sexual orientation is like a nightmare that cannot be shaken off, and Jiao Wangyu feels that he is about to split.

Although every day seems to be getting along with everyone, he can't make peace with himself.

He hates himself, hates this Jiao Wangyu who is not honest enough to himself, his family, and his friends. He feels that he is sorry for the sincerity and love everyone gave him.

However, he didn't have the courage to speak out.

He spurned this timid self.

So, on this night, Jiao Wangyu suddenly wanted to take a gamble. He handed over his fate and no longer held it tightly by himself.

Jiao Wangyu poured another glass of wine and drank it down.

Pu Songqiu just watched and didn't stop him.

Three cups in a row, Jiao Wangyu drank so much that he almost vomited.

Pu Songqiu said: "You have something on your mind."

Jiao Wangyu's eyes were also red, and he couldn't tell whether it was because of the alcohol or his mood.

"Everyone has worries." Jiao Wangyu said, "You have them too."

Jiao Wangyu still remembered Pu Songqiu standing alone in the stairwell smoking a cigarette, his lonely back, the lingering smoke, and his short hair blown by the wind.

Everyone has something on their minds.

Everyone has secrets.

This is what Pu Songqiu told Jiao Wangyu.

Pu Songqiu drank with him and didn't ask any more questions.

"Songqiu, is there anything you are afraid of?"

the third time.

This is the third time that Jiao Wangyu calls him "Song Qiu".

Very intimate, like a lover's whisper.

Pu Songqiu tried to analyze the circumstances under which Jiao Wangyu would call himself that, but he didn't have much time to think about it right now, he had to answer the questions Jiao Wangyu gave him.

"Yes." Of course there is.

Not many, but definitely there.

Jiao Wangyu looked at him, didn't ask what it was, just smiled: "I have it too."

"Fear is an innate ability of human beings." Pu Songqiu could see that he was in a bad mood, but he couldn't ask, so he could only find a way to comfort him, hoping that the other party would feel relieved because of his few words, "There is no need to give me fear because of this." Too much pressure on myself."

Jiao Wangyu kept looking at him with a smile, his face was flushed and his eyes were bright.

His eyes filled with puddles of water, bottomless but gentle.

Pu Songqiu was caught in his gaze and was drawn into the water, not knowing where he would swim.

Whatever you want, as long as it is Jiao Wangyu, you can take him anywhere.

Jiao Wangyu said: "You are right, you shouldn't put too much pressure on yourself."

The truth is like this, but how many people can do it?

Jiao Wangyu continued to drink, one cup after another, while Pu Songqiu was always by his side.

After a few cups, Jiao Wangyu finally couldn't hold it anymore, and leaned on Pu Songqiu's shoulder dizzily.

His eyes were a little dull, and he didn't blink for a long time, obviously drunk.

Jiao Wangyu just stared at the moon in a daze, without saying a word, feeling bitter in his mouth and bitter in his heart.

Sure enough, toasting to relieve his sorrow will only make him more sorrowful, even if he draws a knife, he can't cut off the part of his genes that are surging in his body that he dare not let others know.

He looked at the sky outside the window, staring at the moon.

What's on the moon?

Is there sorrow on the moon?

Thoughts drifted wildly, and eyelids began to twitch.

"Song Qiu."

"Ok?"

Jiao Wangyu smirked. After laughing, he pursed his mouth and closed his eyes.

Pu Songqiu suddenly envied him a little, some people can get drunk as long as they want, but some people are still sober no matter how much they drink.

Because I knew I was sober, I didn't dare to use the excuse of being drunk to do something out of line.

Pu Songqiu took a deep breath, and spit out the desire in his heart wrapped in alcohol.

They were close together, and on this cool autumn night, the moon looked at them, the stars looked at them, and the dead leaves falling from the trees looked at them.

The world is so quiet, like a mime, or a photo frozen in time.

There is no flowing plot, no unexpected dialogue, but you can feel the undercurrent of mood and the wind blowing.

can only feel.

For neither seeing nor hearing.

The person leaning on the shoulder did not know when he fell asleep. When Pu Songqiu came back to his senses, he turned his head and looked over, and found that the other person's eyes were tightly closed and their eyelashes were wet, as if they were stained with the morning dew.

The man breathed evenly, slept peacefully, and seemed carefree.

The person you like, the sound of breathing after falling asleep seems to be a unique poem at night, Pu Songqiu listened quietly, and at the same time tried hard to restrain his impulse.

Restrain the urge to kiss Jiao Wangyu.

Jiao Wangyu was really drunk, but his reaction after drunk was completely different from what he expected.

He thought that he would become talkative and expose everything. He thought that by taking this opportunity, he would "accidentally" throw away his armor and give up his true self to his friends.

With the help of alcohol, I confessed all the things I dared not say or couldn't say.

But in fact, he just fell asleep peacefully, sleeping soundly, knowing nothing.

She didn't know that she was leaning on Pu Songqiu's shoulder, she didn't know that the other party's heart was beating faster because of him, she didn't know that the person supporting him was fighting with her at the moment, and she didn't know that Pu Songqiu slowly approached him.

Slowly approaching, you can even smell the fragrance of shampoo left on Jiao Wangyu's hair.

The fragrance is very weak, probably only Pu Songqiu can smell it at this moment.

After this night, Pu Songqiu's autumn smelled, and every autumn night after that, as long as he wanted to, he could return to this night with this fragrance. Haven't changed the shampoo.

Pu Songqiu failed, in the struggle with himself, desire still gained the upper hand.

He turned his head sideways and stared at the tip of Jiao Wangyu's nose.

A well-shaped nose with slightly parted lips.

Jiao Wangyu is good-looking, with not too sharp edges and corners but still has a heroic spirit. Pu Songqiu always imagines him as the little tree outside the classroom of the third year of high school, tall and straight, youthful and at ease.

Pu Songqiu leaned over, the tip of his nose was almost touching Jiao Wangyu's hair.

He didn't dare touch the soft black hair.

Pu Songqiu knows that there are some things that cannot be done, but people are always defeated by desire.

He closed his eyes and kissed Jiao Wangyu's forehead through his hair.

The moment the kiss was kissed, the world seemed to become more colorful, Pu Songqiu suddenly opened his eyes, and was taken aback.

The next second, he turned to the living room, only to find that Jian Shao was looking at him.

作者有话要说：感谢在2020-07-0707:31:09~2020-07-0709:51:05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 landmine: Xiang Bei, 1 hundred ice creams;

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: 1 bottle of meow;

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