Song of Glass

If you want to ask Jiao Wangyu what he is afraid of, his answer now is probably that he is afraid of Pu Songqiu being alone.

That person never said it, but Jiao Wangyu actually understood that most of the time, Pu Songqiu's heart was still empty.

That kind of emptiness cannot be filled by a love object.

He needs a home, a gentle and warm family, and no matter what he does, he needs to know that there is someone behind him who will support him unconditionally.

But this seems impossible for Pu Songqiu now, because his close relatives have left.

That being the case, Jiao Wangyu had no choice but to work hard to play the role of a lover while playing the role of a family member, and he made up for the sense of security that Pu Songqiu lacked from the family.

Two people, two suitcases.

Jiao Wangyu said, "Son-in-law is coming, are you nervous?"

Pu Songqiu laughed at him: "Are you a daughter?"

"...Son-in-law." Jiao Wangyu muttered, "Don't pick words with me!"

The two of them stood at the school gate and waited for Jiao Wangyu's father to come to pick them up. Although Pu Songqiu had met Jiao Wangyu's father before, after all, he was going to someone's house this time, so he was really nervous.

Pu Songqiu said: "I'm sorry to bother my uncle and aunt."

Jiao Wangyu tilted his head to look at him, with a smile in his eyes: "Then you can have a good relationship with me, as a reward for them."

The car stopped in front of the two of them, and the two put their suitcases in the trunk and got in the car.

Pu Songqiu has never been to that city since graduating from high school, and now this car is driving him there, as if taking him back to his high school days.

Along the way, Jiao Wangyu kept talking, telling his father what happened at school recently, and telling Pu Songqiu the funny episodes between his parents.

Pu Songqiu listened quietly, smiled, and occasionally responded with a few words. The atmosphere in the car was quite good along the way.

It was past five o'clock when they arrived at Jiaowangyu's house, and it was already dark at this time of winter.

Jiao Wangyu's father parked the car and took the two of them upstairs: "Your mother has already cooked dinner."

Just after passing the expressway toll booth, Jiao Wangyu's father received a message from his mother, saying that dinner was ready and they could eat when they entered the house.

"Dumplings again?" Every time Jiao Wangyu came home, his first meal was dumplings.

Others say "get on the car dumplings, get off the car noodles", but his mother does not, his mother can make dumplings for every important meal.

When going upstairs, Pu Songqiu didn't say much. He paid attention to this building and every step in this building, because this is the place where Jiao Wangyu grew up, and it is the place where Jiao Wangyu has left the most growth for so many years. The imprint is a memory about Jiao Wangyu that he has never set foot on.

These are very precious to Pu Songqiu.

They went upstairs, and when they reached the door, Jiao Wangyu called his mother and dragged Pu Songqiu into the door.

Jiao Wangyu's mother ran out to look at them, and immediately saw Pu Songqiu standing at the back.

Pu Songqiu found that Jiao Wangyu looked very similar to his mother, they were both sunny and gentle people, he greeted obediently and said, "Hello, Auntie, I'm sorry to trouble you and uncle."

"Where is it!" Jiao Wangyu's mother waited for them to change into the slippers, and handed each of them a glass of warm water, "I told Xiaoyu, I must call you over, you are here, and someone will play with him this winter vacation , how nice it is!"

Jiao Wangyu's house is not particularly big, but it is clean and warm. There are flowers in every room, which looks like it has been carefully arranged.

Jiao Wangyu said, "Come and eat."

They rested for a while to warm up, Jiao Wangyu took Pu Songqiu to dinner, and secretly complained: "My mother likes to make dumplings, and we may eat dumplings every three to five times in the future."

Pu Songqiu just laughed.

It's been a long time since Pu Songqiu has eaten dumplings made by himself at home. His mother also liked to make dumplings during Chinese New Years and festivals, but later, he no longer has a mother.

Dumplings made at home are always better than quick-frozen dumplings bought outside, and better than roadside shops.

Sitting next to Jiao Wangyu, Pu Songqiu listened to the family's chat. He thought he would appear out of place, but to his surprise, he quickly blended in.

Probably because I was lucky to meet this kind and gentle family.

After dinner, the two young men sat in the living room and chatted with their parents. Jiao Wangyu's parents tried not to ask about Pu Songqiu's family affairs as much as possible. They just talked about study, school, and what Pu Songqiu had done. part time.

Jiao Wangyu's parents praised him so much that Jiao Wangyu became jealous.

After ten o'clock, it's time to go to bed.

Pu Songqiu followed Jiao Wangyu to his bedroom, where Jiao Wangyu slept for more than ten years.

A small double bed is more than enough to sleep the two of them.

Desks and bookshelves are neatly tidy.

Jiao Wangyu closed the door, made a "shh" gesture to Pu Songqiu, and pulled him to the bookshelf.

He opened the drawer under the bookshelf and took out a black pencil case from it.

Pu Songqiu recognized this pencil case, it was used by Jiao Wangyu when he was in high school.

Jiao Wangyu smiled and said, "Guess what's inside?"

"Pen?"

"..." Jiao Wangyu glared at him, "No interest!"

Pu Songqiu smiled: "What is that pretending?"

Jiao Wangyu unzipped the pencil case, and inside was a pack of tissue paper and a black gel pen.

The paper towels that I shared with each other had been opened, and two of them were used.

There is only half a tube of ink left in the black gel pen, which has also been used.

Pu Songqiu stared at the two put away things, then reached out and hugged Jiao Wangyu in his arms.

The two of them didn't say much, and didn't need to say much, they just hugged and kissed.

This tissue was given to Jiao Wangyu by Pu Songqiu back then, and this pen was also lent to him by Pu Songqiu at that time.

At that time, Jiao Wangyu actually didn't intend to keep them, but just stuffed them into his schoolbag and forgot them. When time passed slowly, he accidentally found the old schoolbag, found old things in old memories, and found old things from old things. , I found a little bit of friendship with my beloved who was not discovered at the beginning.

Although they took several turns to get together, in fact, the story about them started as early as when they met for the first time at the beginning of the second year of high school.

"Let's go back to school to see tomorrow?" Jiao Wangyu lay beside Pu Songqiu, each of them was covered with a quilt, but Jiao Wangyu's hand penetrated into the other's bed, and clasped his fingers tightly.

"Okay." Pu Songqiu also wanted to go back and have a look, to go back to that place, to the time when their love sprouted.

They all slept well that night, Pu Songqiu, who never slept in, slept until after eight o'clock.

When the two woke up, they found that Jiao Wangyu's parents had already gone to work, and they left a note and pocket money for them to solve the problem of eating for the day by themselves.

There is no adult in the house, these two angry young men couldn't hold back, drew the curtains and closed the door, and did something that made people blush and heartbeat.

Doing this kind of thing on the bed where Jiao Wangyu has been sleeping since he was a child feels very delicate and exciting.

After they finished their fuss and took a shower, it was already past ten o'clock in the morning. The two of them got dressed and went downstairs, prepared to eat something and then went back to school to have a look.

At the small restaurant near the school, Jiao Wangyu used to come here often at dinner time before evening self-study. After more than two years, the business is still booming.

They ate two bowls of fried rice here, then bought two cups of hot milk tea next door, and walked into the high school gate while drinking.

The school is still changing.

Last year, their school had a top scorer in the provincial college entrance examination. After that, a big stone was erected at the entrance of the school, with words of encouragement for teachers and students engraved on it.

Although it is winter, it can be seen that the playground has been renovated, and even the basketball stand has been replaced with a new one.

At this time, the high school students hadn't started their winter vacation yet, and the two of them mixed in, but they could still "confuse the real with the fake".

When walking around the playground, there was a thin snowfall in the sky, which suddenly became a little romantic.

Pu Songqiu said: "At that time, I envied you very much."

"Huh? What?"

"When I was in high school." Pu Songqiu said softly, "Because I thought you were good-looking, good-natured, and popular. You were the kind of person who could be friends with anyone, always sunny and smiling."

Jiao Wangyu bit the straw and laughed, recalling their middle school days.

At that time, Pu Songqiu was really cold, so cold that he hardly talked to him. Many times Jiao Wangyu felt that his deskmate might hate him, which made him dare not look at him more.

Who would have thought that Pu Songqiu, who was so cold back then, was actually paying attention to Jiao Wangyu all the time in his heart, and who would have thought that this guy who looked like he didn't smile at others all day long was actually very gentle?

"Then you still ignored me back then." Jiao Wangyu complained in a low voice.

"Because of fear." Pu Songqiu smiled softly, "Before I met you, I never felt that way. Although it was envy at first, but later I envied too much, and it may have turned into jealousy. I think jealousy is very shameful."

Shameful?

Jiao Wangyu frowned and thought about this question seriously.

But in fact, he doesn't think he has anything worthy of being envied by Pu Songqiu. On the contrary, he thinks that Pu Songqiu is the best and most insurmountable one.

"At that time, I even hoped that I could become you." The most embarrassing thoughts in those years can finally be mentioned lightly now, because there is no knot in the heart, and people are finally at ease.

They walked all the way from the tangled seventeen or eighteen years old, slowly groping without anyone to guide them, and finally understand what is like and what is love, and finally understand that pure feelings are not shameful, even if they are not yet loved by everyone. Homosexuality that some people understand, support and even respect.

Walking slowly along the playground, snow fell on my hair.

They suddenly had a feeling of going back in time, from today, step by step, back to the day when they first met.

"In the end, I still couldn't become you like I thought back then."

They walked into the teaching building, walked in the quiet corridor, and walked outside the door of the classroom where the class was held.

The high school students were in class, some responded positively to the teacher's questions, some lay behind and yawned profusely, by the window, two boys sitting together took advantage of the teacher's attention and lowered their heads to whisper something together, and then handed over a Wrap a tissue for another.

Pu Songqiu said: "However, I don't feel regretful at all if I didn't become you."

"How to say?" Jiao Wangyu turned to look at him.

"Because I have you."

Although in the past, I have experienced so many complicated and sleepless nights, even though in the future, I will experience more cautious and unspeakable, perhaps the love between them is destined to be kept secret forever, but I don't feel regretful.

No matter what the past is like and what the future will hold, since we are together, let's go on well.

Jiao Wangyu smiled, turned back to look at the classroom, and seemed to see Pu Songqiu, who was seventeen or eighteen years old, handing him a tissue. Later, he put the tissue in his schoolbag, and he didn't find it until the winter vacation of the university. come out.

"Pu Songqiu."

"Ok?"

"Do you dare to kiss me here?"

The next second, Pu Songqiu suddenly leaned forward and kissed Jiao Wangyu's lips, and then dragged him away before being discovered.

Jiao Wangyu laughed all the way, followed Pu Songqiu into the snow.

They run at each other's 22 years old, and also run at each other's 17 years old.

They run in each other's heart, love, soul, and body, and run through the entire burning universe, and then live in each other's future.

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Later, they have been secretly in love.

On the day of senior Jiao Wangyu's graduation, he wore a bachelor's uniform and kissed Pu Songqiu in a grove with no one and no camera, but was just bumped into by Song Zhouzhou who was wandering around, and was so frightened that he almost stumbled and fell into the small lake next to him .

On the day Pu Songqiu graduated, just after taking his graduation photos, he saw Jiao Wangyu, who had graduated the year before and went to work in order to avoid the exam, standing not far away holding a bouquet of flowers, waving at him and smiling at him.

Afterwards, Pu Songqiu, who was admitted to graduate school, did not continue to live on campus, but moved into the apartment rented by the other party under the pressure of Jiao Wangyu, and officially started their cohabitation life.

They sleep in the same bed every night, under the same quilt, and wake up in the middle of the night to secretly listen to each other's heartbeat.

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Later, they have been secretly in love.

Cheng Er asked: "Wang Yu, you and Brother Pu, are you... I read too many novels?"

Jian Shao asked: "Brother Pu, you and Wang Yu, are you...don't tell me you're not!"

At that time, Pu Songqiu had already graduated as a graduate student, Cheng Er and Jian Shao, because they had lied to them for too long, in order to get revenge, let them treat them and eat Jiao Wangyu's bonus for one month.

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Later, they have been secretly in love.

When Jiao Wangyu was 30 years old, his mother asked, "Are you still living with Xiao Pu?"

When Jiao Wangyu was 35 years old, his mother asked, "Are you sure you don't want a girlfriend?"

When Jiao Wangyu was 40 years old, his mother asked, "You and Xiao Pu, have you two been doing well recently?"

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Later, they have been secretly in love.

When the fireworks bloom, it is the New Year again.

Jiao Wangyu and Pu Songqiu stood on the balcony of their hometown, welcoming the New Year together.

Jiao Wangyu said: "Sometimes I really feel like I'm dreaming."

Pu Songqiu said: "It's fine if it's a dream, if it's a dream, then don't wake up."

【Finish】

The author has something to say: It's over, it's over, this time it's really over, bow manually, goodbye~