Song of Glass

Pu Songqiu lost a lot of weight, but Jiao Wangyu didn't feel much better either.

The two glanced at each other, feeling uncomfortable.

This feeling of undercurrents made both Jiao Wangyu and Pu Songqiu feel short of breath, and no one could figure out why the atmosphere became so weird.

Jiao Wangyu said: "From now on, you will be my junior."

Pu Songqiu pretended to smile relaxedly: "Yes."

Jiao Wangyu smiled, looked at the noodles in the bowl, and chuckled, "It's quite... interesting."

It's a pity.

Really sorry.

I can't continue to live in the same dormitory with you, I can't continue to attend classes with you and go to the cafeteria to eat together, and I can't graduate with you in the future. I can't experience many things together.

How could there be no regrets.

However, no one can change what happened.

Just like I can't change my love for you.

Jiao Wangyu lowered his head, the more he smiled, the more uncomfortable he felt.

Pu Songqiu ate his noodles sullenly, but he still didn't dare to look at Jiao Wangyu more.

Jiao Wangyu had already thought about it, since Pu Songqiu broke his promise to him at the beginning, he had to show face and stop sticking to the other party's cold ass, but when he really sat opposite Pu Songqiu, he found that he couldn't do it at all.

He couldn't really get angry with the man.

What else can I do besides being distressed and loving?

Originally, he thought that one year would be enough for him to forget that sour lemon-like secret love, but in the end, after only talking to this person and being looked at by this person, he was completely defeated.

No prospects.

Jiao Wangyu secretly scolded himself for being worthless.

But then again, how many people can hide their good feelings in front of the person they like?

Pu Songqiu did not answer Jiao Wangyu's question. In the past year, both the good and the bad have passed, and there is nothing worth mentioning. If he talks too much, it may be a burden.

But when the last bite of noodles was left, he couldn't help himself and asked Jiao Wangyu, "How are you?"

Have you made any new friends this year?Do you carry a flashlight every day?Are your studies and exams going well?Do you have someone you like?

The questions accumulated in my heart for a whole year finally turned into a sentence of "how are you".

The questioner did not dare to make this question too specific, for fear of revealing his intentions, and the listener would understand on his own, so he only answered, "Very good."

Is it good?

It's okay to say yes, and it's not good to say no.

If it's good, Jiao Wangyu's life is indeed okay, not as difficult as imagined.During the year Pu Songqiu was away, he learned to eat alone and go to the library. When he needed friends, Cheng Er, Jian Shao and even Ying Zong were almost always there for him.

If it is not good, there will always be bad times.Occasionally suffer from insomnia, because I think of Pu Songqiu before going to bed, and occasionally wake up from the dream, because Pu Songqiu left without saying goodbye in the dream.When I opened the closet and scanned the keychain on the schoolbag, I would subconsciously be in a daze for a long time.

Good or bad, all in the heart.

"It's good." Pu Songqiu felt that Jiao Wangyu's "good" was like a glass of lemonade, and he drank it all in one gulp.

In fact, he should be happy. The person he thinks about day and night is doing well. He should breathe a sigh of relief, but in fact, his heart is sour.

It was so sour that I couldn't swallow it, and there was only one mouthful of noodles left, and I couldn't eat it anymore.

Not only sour, but also bitter, so bitter that he didn't seem to be eating noodles just now, but drinking the traditional Chinese medicine that blindly killed him.

Jiao Wangyu nodded: "Well, everything is fine."

He watched Pu Songqiu start packing up, knowing that Pu Songqiu was leaving.

"Just now Cheng Er said that we'll have a get together when he comes back." Jiao Wangyu hurriedly threw the words out.

What he didn't want to say, he didn't want to say a word to Pu Songqiu again, but he still couldn't hold back.

A year later, Pu Songqiu cherishes words like gold more than before. The two of them seem to have returned to the beginning, when they were in high school, they sat at the same table but barely communicated.

It's just that the atmosphere is obviously not right.

What Jiao Wangyu wanted to ask the most was why, why Pu Songqiu seemed so unwilling to talk to him.

What did he do wrong?

Is he that annoying?

He was still wronged, as if he was somehow thrown away by the children who played with him when he was a child.

Pu Songqiu didn't expect that Jiao Wangyu had already told others about his return. He didn't mind meeting Cheng Er and the others. After all, in that short semester, they got along very well. It's rare for someone like him to make friends. Er and Jian Shao became friends.

He is not afraid of meeting them, but he is afraid of getting close to Jiao Wangyu.

"I..." Seeing that he was hesitating, Jiao Wangyu immediately said, "They all miss you."

In fact, I want to say that I miss you very much.

"Okay." Pu Songqiu stood up, holding his own plate, "I'll contact them when they come back."

Jiao Wangyu watched him leave with the plate, suddenly remembered something, and chased after him.

Pu Songqiu was walking to the door when Jiao Wangyu suddenly ran over and grabbed his wrist.

In a daze, Pu Songqiu remembered that time when they were in the stands of the stadium, the sky was dark, Jiao Wangyu didn't bring a flashlight, so he ran to pick him up.

Suddenly there was an undersea earthquake in the inner world, and all the emotions burst out to the surface of the sea.

"I don't have your mobile phone number." Jiao Wangyu stared at him, "You haven't contacted me since you changed your number."

This is blame.

He didn't know if Pu Songqiu could hear the meaning of blame from his own words.

Jiao Wangyu wants this person to know that he has been waiting for him to contact him, and he doesn't expect to call, even if he just sends a text message or edits a punctuation mark!

Why not?

Pu Songqiu was stunned for a moment, and gave him his mobile phone number.

"Do you have WeChat?" Jiao Wangyu said, "I'll add you as a friend."

"No." Pu Songqiu said, "Call me if you need anything."

Jiao Wangyu saved his number before letting him go.

There is one more person's number in the phone, which seems to become heavier and more precious.

Jiao Wangyu stood at the door watching Pu Songqiu go out, and suddenly heard someone shouting: "Who is this? Are you going to clean up after eating?"

He turned around quickly and found that the aunt who cleaned up the canteen was standing by his table.

"Auntie! My mine!" Jiao Wangyu ran back to apologize, "I didn't finish eating, I'm sorry!"

Pu Songqiu left, Jiao Wangyu sat there alone and continued to eat noodles, feeling a little complicated.

He always felt that Pu Songqiu was very lonely, not to mention whether he would be able to make friends in the future, he just said that this person gave him the feeling that the words "Do not disturb strangers" were written all over his body.

It makes people feel uncomfortable.

Pu Songqiu has no parents, no home, and thinking of this, Jiao Wangyu feels that Pu Songqiu is a precarious little tree, and his heart aches.

He wants to do something.

While eating sullenly, Jiao Wangyu reflected on himself, didn't he agree to ignore this person?

When he put down his chopsticks, Jiao Wangyu did something. Later, when he traced the source, he found out that it was because of this incident that he and Pu Songqiu had many futures.

He sent a WeChat message to Ying Zong: Are you busy?I want to ask you something.

Yingzong actually came back a long time ago, but he didn't go back to school.

He got off the train and went straight to the bar. The bar didn't open at two o'clock in the afternoon, so he waited outside, shivering with the cold, and finally the boss finally took him home.

When he received Jiao Wangyu's WeChat message, Ying Zong was sitting at the dining table waiting for the man who obviously didn't care about him but had to care about him to cook noodles for him. He stayed here for two days, but the other party only let him Sleeping on the sofa, but Yingzong still enjoys it.

Anyway, I entered the door.

Ying Zong replied to Jiao Wangyu: What's wrong?Are you back at school?

Jiao Wangyu: Yes.I want to ask you something, it's actually my friend's question.She likes one of her classmates, but for some reason, she can't confess, and she wants to be friends with him, but the other person is quite cold.

When he typed this message, he deliberately used "she", which was a bit of a cover-up.

When Ying Zong received the news, he laughed so hard that his eyes rolled into the sky.

He especially wanted to ask Jiao Wangyu if this friend was himself, and if that high-cold male god was the one whose surname was Pu.

However, Ying Zong certainly would not ask such a question.

Ying Zonghui: Do you want me to give advice to your friends?

Although Yingzong's own emotional problems have not been resolved, Jiao Wangyu thinks about it, and he is the only one who can ask him.

After Ying Zong sent the message, he suddenly remembered that Pu Songqiu should be back this semester.

Although he doesn't have that kind of thought about Pu Songqiu now, and his eyes are only on the man who is cooking noodles for him, but from the perspective of acquaintance, he still misses what happened at Pu Songqiu's house.

He looked at the message from Jiao Wangyu, frowned and put his chin on his head, thinking about something.

If he guessed correctly, the two actually liked each other.

It's just that one is tougher than the other, let alone a confession, and they don't even dare to let the other party know about their own sexual orientation.

He is very anxious as a spectator.

However, Ying Zong was not sure what to do.

Over the past year, he has actually changed.

Maybe it's because I really fell in love with someone this time, or maybe it's because I've been pestering the boss all day long and learned some ways of being a human being, and I'm beginning to understand that being a person can't be so arbitrary.

Be considerate of yourself as well as the feelings of others.

He didn't expose those two people before, he just wanted to see them torture each other maliciously.

But later, something happened to Pu Songqiu's family, and he became good friends with Jiao Wangyu again. These changes also caused him to have new ideas when dealing with this matter.

Now Yingzong actually hopes that both of them will be well.

Whether it's the kind of good together, or living happily alone, whichever is fine.

He could pull the two of them together and help them pierce the window paper, but is it really right to do so?

It's immoral to help someone come out and confess without the other party's permission, right?

"Boss Yan, I'm confused." Ying Zong said, "Can you explain it to me?"

A bowl of cooked instant noodles was placed in front of Ying Zong: "Say."

More than an hour later, Jiao Wangyu, who had already returned to the dormitory, received a reply from Yingzong.

Ying Zong said: Tell your friends, if you like someone, go after him. Like me, chase after him with a stern face. If you don’t want to speak up, attack him first, entangle him, let him get used to your existence, and make him unable to leave you. !

Two seconds later, Ying Zong sent another message: It's not you, it's your friend.

作者有话要说：感谢在2020-07-2207:20:42~2020-07-2306:46:22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 cast mines: Xiang Bei, Gufan Yunwaishu, Master Ben, Su Baozi, GinkoMK1;

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: 2 bottles of Ye Jiubai;

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