Song of Glass

Winter in the north is still quite difficult, especially after heavy snowfall.

A few days after New Year's Day, heavy snow continued, and the cold wind was blowing outside the window. Even with heating, the dormitory was not very warm.

Everyone has entered the stage of final review, and when they come back from the library at night, they are still reading at night. Everyone looks like they are seriously sleep deprived every day.

Cheng Er complained: "I feel that I have been deceived, and it is not easy to go to college."

"That's because you played for a semester." Jian Shao said to him, "Pu Ge is not like you."

When Jian Shao was talking, Jiao Wangyu was moving a chair and sitting next to Pu Songqiu for someone to give a lecture. No matter in high school or in college, mathematics is still a pain for Jiao Wangyu.

Before I finish the topic here, the lights are suddenly turned off.

Cheng Er and Jian Shao cleaned up and went to bed to play with their mobile phones to get sleepy. Jiao Wangyu said, "Let's talk about it tomorrow."

"The last question, 3 minutes, finish talking before going to bed." Pu Songqiu raised his hand to turn on his rechargeable desk lamp. In the dark dormitory, only this corner was still on.

Jiao Wangyu lay on the table watching Pu Songqiu write and draw on the notebook, the other party's voice was so soft that only the two of them could hear it.

He likes this feeling very much, there is a little restlessness in the silence, no one else can notice it, only he knows it.

Jiao Wangyu is actually very smart, and his bad math is entirely because he is not interested.

After Pu Songqiu explained it to him, he immediately understood that he quickly did two questions of the same type and they were all correct.

He looked at Pu Songqiu proudly and smiled, half of his face was hidden in the darkness, and half of his face was overheated by the lamp.

When Pu Songqiu turned his head to look at the past, he was dazed for a moment, then he quickly collected his mood and lowered his head to pack his books.

"Go to sleep." Pu Songqiu said, "It's getting late."

Jiao Wangyu got up and was about to turn around and leave when he tripped over his chair.

He subconsciously stretched out his hand to grab something, and Pu Songqiu also subconsciously helped him, just like that, the two held hands together.

It is very common for boys to have some physical contact, let alone just to hold each other's outstretched hand.

However, in the eyes of those with ghosts in their hearts, this is of great significance and extraordinary.

The palms of both of them were sweating.

Jiao Wangyu panicked first, and after standing still, he hurried to pull up his chair. After Pu Songqiu let him go, he went out with the toiletries without saying a word.

After Pu Songqiu went out, Jiao Wangyu stood in front of the table by himself, wiping the sweat from his palms on his thick pajama pants, but he couldn't seem to do anything.

Not only was the sweat on the palms of his hands dry, but his back was also sweating.

His mind is full of the temperature that Pu Songqiu just passed to him, which makes him a little anxious.

Jiao Wangyu sometimes feels that he is a typical avoidant personality, and even some things are already on the verge of coming out, but he still chooses to back up and keep backing up.

What are you running away from?

Will someone eat him for these ghostly thoughts of his?

Or was someone holding a knife and gun and forcing him not to face it or admit it?

It's nothing more than being useless.

He felt annoyed, so he brushed his hair casually, and went out to wash up with the basin.

Jiao Wangyu didn't meet Pu Songqiu in the washroom, and he didn't know where he went. After washing up, he went back to the dormitory alone with his head drooping.

In fact, when he was washing, Pu Songqiu smoked in the nearby stairwell, and opened the window to let the cold wind blow his forehead.

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The end of the semester passed by in a hurry, just like time, never waiting for anyone. Before everyone was relieved, the winter was coming, and the first semester of the university was over.

When Jiao Wangyu sat on the suitcase and waited for his father to pick him up, he began to reflect on the past six months.

What have you been doing for half a year?

tangled.

Thinking wildly.

He was escaping the thought that tried to take the lead but was still suppressed by him.

Pu Songqiu came back with a bag from the supermarket, which contained two packs of instant noodles.

"Aren't you leaving today?" Jiao Wangyu asked.

"The car tomorrow afternoon."

Jiao Wangyu invited Pu Songqiu to go with him before, but was rejected.

He originally thought that the two of them were in the same place anyway, and it would be much more convenient for his father to pick him up by car than to go to the train station and squeeze in with people, not to mention that they still had luggage.

But Pu Songqiu said he would not return to that city.

Jiao Wangyu recalled that Pu Songqiu had transferred from another school, and he still hasn't figured out why this person transferred from another school and where he transferred from.

I almost talked about this topic several times before, but Pu Songqiu seemed to inadvertently transfer it to other places.

Jiao Wangyu could tell that Pu Songqiu didn't want to talk about it, so he just kept silent.

Everyone has secrets.

This is what Pu Songqiu told him.

Jiao Wangyu looked at Pu Songqiu boiling water for instant noodles, and always felt uncomfortable in his heart. He looked at the other's back and said, "I will contact you during the holiday, right?"

Pu Songqiu tore open the plastic package of instant noodles, turned his back to him and nodded: "Yes."

Jiao Wangyu smiled, forced a smile, he always felt that Pu Songqiu was alienating himself recently.

Did you find something?

Probably not.

Jiao Wangyu's cell phone rang, and it was his father calling.

He answered the phone and prepared to go out with his suitcase. Before leaving, he looked at Pu Songqiu again. The man was pouring hot water for instant noodles into the insulated lunch box.

"Let's go." Jiao Wangyu said, "See you next semester."

Pu Songqiu turned around, looked at him, and said, "Goodbye."

However, it was agreed to see you next semester, and when winter passed, spring came, and the new semester started, Jiao Wangyu did not see Pu Songqiu.

When it's a holiday, Pu Songqiu seems to lose contact with the whole world.

Usually it was fine, but on New Year's Eve, Jiao Wangyu sent a text message to the other party to wish him a New Year greeting, but the other party didn't reply, nor did he answer the phone call.

He just didn't feel happy, but didn't think much of it at all.

Half a year ago, I graduated from high school, isn't it the same?

Pu Songqiu didn't have any good friends in the first place, and whether he could find someone else when he was on vacation depended entirely on whether he wanted to show up or not.

Jiao Wangyu was understandable, but he was unwilling to accept it.

Because he was unwilling to accept spending half a year together, he still didn't enter Pu Songqiu's world.

When he graduated from high school, he could still tell himself that even though they were at the same table, they were not very familiar with each other. But after this semester of university, Jiao Wangyu thought he was Pu Songqiu's best friend. No.

Jiao Wangyu admitted that he was angry not only because of his "good friend".

It was precisely because of this that he never took the initiative to find Pu Songqiu again.

If you don't contact him, don't contact him, so that he won't struggle all day long.

It's just that he didn't expect that he was just playing a prank, so how could he lose his anger?

At the end of February, Jiao Wangyu went back to school and did not wait for Pu Songqiu to come back.

Cheng Er and Jian Shao also started to worry.

Jiao Wangyu made a phone call, but no one answered at the beginning, and then it stopped. Pu Songqiu seemed to have completely disappeared.

Classes have already started, but Pu Songqiu still hasn't returned to school.

Jiao Wangyu couldn't help calling to ask the counselor, the counselor gave the answer - Pu Songqiu had left school.

There was an accident at home, and I couldn't go back to school for the time being. I went through the formalities of suspending school, and I will come back to pack my luggage in a few days.

Jiao Wangyu was stunned, speechless for a long time.

When he came back to his senses, he asked the counselor what happened, and the counselor said, "His mother had an accident."

After that, Jiao Wangyu was in a trance.

For a 19-year-old, "life and death" rarely appears in their dictionary. It seems that the saddest parting is graduation and leaving home to study far away.

Jiao Wangyu stood in the corridor, listening to the counselor's words, it was spring, but he felt that there was a heavy snowfall indoors, and the cold wind made his hands and feet cold.

Jiao Wangyu asked the counselor: "When did it happen?"

"Twelfth lunar month 29."

The day before New Year's Eve.

The counselor didn't know the specific situation very well, so Jiao Wangyu could only frown and thank him, then sat on the stairs in a daze.

Can't get in touch, don't even know where that person is now.

Jiao Wangyu has lived for 19 years, and this is the second time he feels what is called "powerlessness".

The first time was when he found he couldn't help himself thinking about someone.

And it just so happened that the two times of weakness were all because of the same person.

Putting his phone aside, he sat on the stairs and buried his face in his arms.

I don't know what it feels like, as if someone grabbed his heart and stuffed it into a meat grinder.

Where is he?

what are you doing now?

After so long, he is still very sad, right?

In the saddest time, is there someone around to help and accompany you?

Jiao Wangyu gritted his teeth, feeling short of breath.

Why don't you tell me?

Let me talk with you, too.

Jiao Wangyu suddenly realized that he really couldn't do anything.

He hid there alone and wiped his tears until it was dark.

When Cheng Er and Jian Shao came back from the outside, they saw Jiao Wangyu sitting there startled, and came over to pat him: "What are you doing?"

Jiao Wangyu was in a daze, and when he looked up, the two of them were startled.

"What's wrong?" Jian Shao knelt down to look at him, "Are you allergic to your eyes?"

When Jiao Wangyu saw the two of them, the tears that had stopped suddenly welled up again.

When he spoke, his voice trembled.

He said, "Song Qiu has left school."

"Ah?" Cheng Er and Jian Shao looked at him suspiciously at the same time.

"Something happened at home." Jiao Wangyu rubbed his face with his sleeve, "The counselor said."

Jiao Wangyu rubbed his face vigorously, stood up while holding the handrail of the stairs next to him: "I can't get in touch with him, I don't know what to do."

Jian Shao looked at him, frowning tightly.

Several people, no one can do anything but wait.

Waiting for Pu Songqiu to come to the school to complete the formalities of suspension, waiting for Pu Songqiu to return to the dormitory to pack his luggage.

In the next few days, Jiao Wangyu suffered from insomnia, and stared at the opposite bed all night long. Now he really wanted to appear in front of Pu Songqiu, hug him and tell him everything, but he didn't dare. This is wrong.

He wanted to accompany, to help, to stand beside Pu Songqiu and face this loss with him.

But where is Pu Songqiu?

作者有话要说：感谢在2020-07-1607:02:42~2020-07-1707:04:20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: Huo Huo Yu and Xiang Bei one;

Thanks to the little angels who irrigate the nutrient solution: Xiao Nie, 5 bottles of Wild on the Ground; 3 bottles of Gufan Yunwaishu;

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