Song of Glass

It would be great if the matter of "like" is really up to people.

If so, there may be a large number of light or strong worries in this world that can be completely eliminated.

However, emotions cannot be controlled by others. In the face of emotions, no matter how powerful a character is, he will lose control.

Although I don't want to admit it, human beings are indeed slaves of emotions. The difference is that some people are lucky enough to swim down the flow of emotion and meet the person they like, but some people have a little bit of bad luck. Don't go against the current, and then stand on different hills with your sweetheart.

Looking at the person in front of him, Jian Shao felt that this feeling was really bad.

He has never liked anyone, and he can't empathize with Pu Songqiu, but judging from the other person's expression, that kind of bitter smile makes people feel bitter.

He patted Pu Songqiu on the shoulder: "Let's go, let's eat."

Jian Shao said: "No matter who you like or not, you still have to like yourself first."

He laughed: "I don't eat actively, and I have problems with my thinking."

Pu Songqiu also laughed, and asked Jian Shao to call Cheng Er, and the three of them went downstairs together.

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It used to be a small team of four, but suddenly there was one less person, not to mention Pu Songqiu, Cheng Er was thinking about it.

"We, Xiaoyu, don't know where we are happy." Cheng Er bought a casserole of noodles, unzipped his down jacket, turned his head and looked out the window, "I'm afraid he's dating behind my brother's back."

Jian Shao complained about him: "You think everyone is like you, and you go to college just to fall in love."

"Then what else?" Cheng Er said solemnly, "The last time I was in college, I didn't even talk about love. Are you still an outstanding contemporary college student with serious business?"

Pu Songqiu ate with his head down, not answering their words.

Jian Shao squeezed Cheng Er a few words, but didn't say anything.

"By the way, Brother Pu," Cheng Er suddenly raised his head, "Isn't there a lot of people in the library now?"

"It's the end of the period, it's normal."

"Give me a seat when you go tomorrow morning," Cheng Er said, "It would be better if there were two."

Jian Shao asked: "Are you not going to the library to study?"

"Lin Lin is going," Cheng Er said, "Lin Lin broke up with her senior two days ago, I thought, it's time to take advantage of it."

Jian Shao smiled: "Are you still desperate?"

"Is this called evil heart? This is love!" Cheng Er said, "She is in a bad mood after breaking up, so I will accompany her."

Cheng Erte is serious: "I heard that the library is the most suitable place to develop relationships. The two of us study together every day, and as we learn, we learn together."

"Who do you listen to?" Jian Shao said to him, "The library is a place for studying, not for you to fall in love!"

"We will learn when we go there!" Cheng Er turned to look at Pu Songqiu: "Brother Pu, take a seat for two, two, next to each other."

"The library does not allow help to occupy seats." Pu Songqiu said, "Go early, wait there before the library opens, and you can basically find a seat."

Cheng Er sighed: "I can't get up!"

The library opens at 07:30 in the morning, and Cheng Er can sleep until noon when there are no classes.

Pu Songqiu ignored him, Jian Shao said: "If you can't get up, you deserve no seat!"

Cheng Er curled his lips, sighed depressingly, and said, "All right, Brother Pu, call me when he leaves tomorrow morning."

"En." Pu Songqiu responded softly.

The final exam will start next week, and the long exam month begins. In the cold winter months, they are preparing to bid farewell to the first semester of university.

Pu Songqiu glanced at the phone, hesitated for a moment, and picked it up.

He texted Jiao Wangyu: Do you want to reserve a seat for you when I go to the library tomorrow?

When Jiao Wangyu's cell phone turned on, he was listening to Ying Zong's speech, watching Ying Zong pour wine into the glass, and didn't notice any new text messages.

Ying Zong said: "Don't look at me like that, I don't deserve sympathy at all."

Just a few minutes ago, Ying Zong confessed that he was gay, and he made it known to everyone when he was in high school. Because of this, although he did not suffer any physical violence on campus, he heard a lot of ironic words.

Ying Zong looked at Jiao Wangyu with a smile: "Is there such a person by your side?"

"What kind of person?" Jiao Wangyu was holding chopsticks in one hand on the side of the table, and the other hand was already clenched uneasily on his lap.

"They call it sissy." Ying Zong smiled brightly, and those who didn't know thought he was talking about something happy.

Ying Zong said: "When I was in high school, I was thinner than now, and I could run when the wind blows. Maybe it's because I was thin and I looked fair. People told me that I looked like a little girl when I was a child, but they knew it in high school. I'm gay and call me a sissy."

Ying Zong took a sip of wine, and said in a nonchalant tone: "I was famous at that time. Others became famous on campus because of good grades or other things, but I, with my unique sexual orientation, Killed a bloody path."

He was laughing by himself, Jiao Wangyu frowned.

"At that time, almost no one didn't know me. Everyone knew the sissy in Class 15."

Ying Zong slapped the table and laughed, "By the way, they don't know my name, but when they say 'sissy', they know it's me. Are you kidding me?"

What's so funny about this?

Jiao Wangyu listened, and his heart was pulled together.

He didn't have any good feelings for Ying Zong, but when he heard what the other party said, he would inevitably feel a little disappointed.

This kind of disappointment comes from pity for the same kind, and perhaps, there is also a little admiration in it.

Jiao Wangyu hides his sexual orientation, so he is not subject to these things, but he should be his "self", and for some people, or for most people in this world, to really be Being true to yourself comes at a price.

Ying Zong looked up at him: "What are you doing in a daze? Eat."

Jiao Wangyu came back to his senses, picked up a piece of Pleurotus eryngii mushroom that was roasted until it was a little burnt, put it on the small plate in front of him, and poked it vigorously with chopsticks.

Ying Zong poured himself another drink, pouring it a little violently, the foam overflowed from the quilt, and dripped down the table onto his pants.

He pulled out a tissue and wiped his pants vigorously.

"There is no other meaning in telling you this." Ying Zong lowered his head, looked at his trousers stained with beer, and flattened the wrinkled tissue, "I just want to say..."

He raised his head and looked at Jiao Wangyu: "The road is walked by oneself, the choice is very important."

When he spoke, he was full of smiles, but what was hidden in this smile, Jiao Wangyu would not be able to tell for a while.

Jiao Wangyu can be sure that Ying Zong will not say this to himself for no reason, but he still doesn't understand why.

"You have a very good relationship with Pu Songqiu." Ying Zong changed the subject, and his attitude changed, his smile suddenly subsided, he took a sip of beer lazily, and picked and picked meat to eat.

When Pu Songqiu was mentioned suddenly, Jiao Wangyu's heart rang again.

He was so curious.

I'm so curious as to what happened between the two.

He didn't dare to ask Pu Songqiu, or even discuss it with the other party. He didn't understand why there were so many things he didn't dare to do, and why he was such a coward.

Jiao Wangyu despises his own cowardice, but is unable to make changes. Perhaps apart from sexual orientation itself, this is also one of the problems that bothers him the most.

When will he be as brave as Yingzong?

Don't be afraid of hurt, tear yourself apart boldly.

But thinking about the swords, guns and sticks he was about to face, he immediately succumbed to cowardice.

Jiao Wangyu was not ashamed of his temper, but he was helpless.

"It's okay." Jiao Wangyu was distracted for a while, and then replied like this.

Ying Zong laughed twice: "If he knows that you evaluate your relationship like this, he will probably be angry."

Jiao Wangyu put down his chopsticks and sat there, looking directly at Yingzong.

Ying Zong looked at him: "What? Don't understand?"

Ying Zong also put down his chopsticks, and leaned back on the back of the sofa chair.

He carefully looked at the boy in front of him, the only person Pu Songqiu cared about.

He could see everything, from the first time he knew them, when he saw Pu Songqiu carrying Jiao Wangyu to the school hospital.

Because of his sexual orientation, Yingzong has experienced more and thought more. He has seen more human faces hidden under the surface than others.

He is more sensitive than anyone else to the delicate relationship between people, and these young boys don't know how to hide those intricate emotional secrets.

In other words, they thought they were hiding it well, but people with discerning eyes would have seen it through.

Those who cannot see through are the clumsy ones.

"It's better if you don't understand." Ying Zong never thought of being a matchmaker for them, as he said, the road has to be chosen by oneself, since they want to hide it, so do whatever they want.

However, he still had something to say.

"I know I'm an unwelcome person among you now," Ying Zong said, "but there is one thing I hope you can understand, at the very beginning, when we first met, I took care of you and had nothing to do with Pu Songqiu. "

There was only the last sip of his wine left, he picked up the glass and looked at it, reluctant to drink: "At that time, I just thought, you look..."

He hesitated for a moment, then smiled: "Forget it."

Ying Zong didn't continue talking, but drank the wine in the glass in one gulp.

"Have you finished eating? Go back." Yingzong stood up, holding his coat and preparing to pay the bill.

He took two steps, then suddenly turned his head and said to Jiao Wangyu who was still sitting there: "I forgot to tell you."

He came back, stood beside Jiao Wangyu, leaned into his ear and whispered: "I like Pu Songqiu, and I confessed my love to him, but he firmly rejected me. Tell me, why?"

After Ying Zong finished speaking, he straightened up with a smile: "Senior, go to pay the bill, and then leave first, goodbye."

Bye bye.

Jiao Wangyu didn't know if he said goodbye or not, when he came back to his senses, Ying Zong had been gone for a long time, and the waiter came to ask him if he wanted to collect his things.

There is still a lot left on the table, but Jiao Wangyu has no appetite.

He put on his coat, took his things and went out.

The snow was still falling outside, not big, thin and dense, falling on his clothes, hair, and the tip of his nose.

He stood in front of the barbecue shop, letting the cold wind blow his confused mind.

——Tell me, why?

why?

Jiao Wangyu raised his head and looked at the sky that he couldn't see clearly.

why?

He withdrew his gaze, put his hands in his pockets, and walked back slowly on the snow.

Jiao Wangyu couldn't see the city at night clearly, it was hazy, just like he couldn't see his own world clearly.

In the winter of 2010, Jiao Wangyu walked back to school covered in snow and entered the dormitory. The first person he saw was Pu Songqiu who was sitting there reading a book.

He stood at the door and asked in a daze, "Why?"

"What?" Pu Songqiu looked at him suspiciously.

Jiao Wangyu was startled, and quickly waved his hands: "It's okay, I'm distracted."

作者有话要说：感谢在2020-07-1506:35:55~2020-07-1607:02:42期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

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