let loose

Just after school, Song Lilian transferred 5000 yuan to Song Mian. Song Mian, squeezed in the crowded stairwell, accepted it without hesitation.

The last time Song Lilian sent him a message was the night when he got his grades in the test. The score sheet was forwarded. Song Lilian said that he did well in the exam, and the conversation ended in a few words.

The dialogue between father and son is always rigid, and the words and sentences are as regular as strangers.This time Song Li didn't leave a word after sending out the red envelopes, not even saying happy birthday.

Song Mian got used to it and didn't feel hurt.Instead, he thought, this red envelope at least proves that his parents have no plans to throw him away for the time being.

Song Mian only asked Tang to go to the gate of the villa area and got off the car. There was a long green belt from the gate to the residential area. The street lights on both sides of the road were permanently stationed, and the flowers and plants were quiet. He wanted to walk back by himself.

On a midsummer night, the stars are everywhere, the hot wind is slow, bulging and dry, and the fine leaves in the trees are rustling. Song Mian is wearing a bag on one shoulder.

Time flies, 17 years old.

Song Mian thought, if grandma was still here, today's birthday cake would definitely not be a strawberry cake. Grandpa is allergic to strawberries. He had never eaten strawberries when he was a child. The most eaten thing was chocolate slivers. Both he and grandpa liked it.

Every birthday, grandpa will make some cute and funny gadgets for him.Sometimes it's a bamboo dragonfly, sometimes it's a wooden boat...

Withdrawing her thoughts, Song Mian began to summarize today:

In the afternoon, I ate hot pot with my friends. The tomato dish was very spicy. Jiang Zhou knew he couldn't eat spicy food, so he specially found a cream pot.

I also ate cake, strawberry flavored, which was given by Jiang Zhou.No matter how ordinary the cake was from Jiang Zhou, it was not ordinary, even if it was strawberry flavored, he liked it too.

In the evening, I received a birthday present.It was also given by Jiang Zhou, a black keypad phone of the same model as the other party, which is as bulky as a brick.

He still loves it.

Song Mian's popularity is actually not bad, on the contrary, as the nominal school bully of No. [-] Middle School, he is the target of countless rebellious teenagers, the kind who wants to kneel on the ground after smoking a cigarette.

But he is different from those rebellious teenagers.

A typical rebellious teenager is the kind who hates his parents at home, his friends when he goes out, and his teacher at school. Parents sigh when they mention it, teachers get angry when they mention it, and they think they are awesome when they take a watermelon knife. A stupid cock who can flip the Milky Way.

But Song Mian's daunting point is mainly in the sense of distance.

It's really easy for a high school student to be famous.

In the positive sense, it is nothing more than face and learning.

Song Mian fights fiercely and looks good. In this era when appearance is justice, Song Mian's own conditions are right there.

The superior appearance makes people feel ashamed, and the taciturn personality makes people difficult to get close to, and they will naturally distance themselves over time.

After becoming famous in a battle outside the school, and in word of mouth, this sense of distance was crowned with a mysterious coat, which was completely demonized, and he had the frightening title of school bully.

In Chu Qingci's words: "Song Mian is like that kind of mysterious big guy on the road. He doesn't have vicissitudes, but he has a story when he sees it. If he has a story, he has charm. When you see him, you don't know it. Wanting to be called brother is an innate desire to submit."

That's why they are all older than Song Mian, but they call Song Mian brother.

However, what made Song Mian happy was not how many blessings or gifts he received, but that the gift was given by Jiang Zhou.

Jiang Zhou is special, Song Mian thought.

When I got home, I finished supper alone, watched Ultraman with the figurine sent by Shu Yan, and after taking a shower, Song Mian lay on the bed and fiddled with the mobile phone Jiang Zhou gave me.He had never used a button machine before, so he found it a novelty for a while.

First press the # key to unlock, find Jiang Zhou's mobile phone number in the phone book, then take out the mobile phone, click on WeChat, and search for the mobile phone number, the result is, there is no result.

Tsk, Song Mian frowned, it seems that Jiang Zhou's WeChat ID is not a mobile phone number.This is troublesome, he turned sideways, arched his back, and continued to try in the search box, but still had no results, so he had to give up.

He put down his phone, his body was paralyzed, he looked at the ceiling, and his mind was empty.

The two boys I met by chance at the 'WALKON' in the afternoon would get into Song Mian's mind from time to time.

He had forgotten what they looked like, but he couldn't forget what they did.

In the sun, unscrupulous kisses.So bold, so passionate.They are two boys.

Every time he thinks about it, Song Mian can't help but tremble, because he finds that he doesn't reject it, doesn't find it strange, but envies it.

He thought of Jiang Zhou again, countless times.

I can't figure out anything else, but when I think of Jiang Zhou, my heart beats faster, it's true.There was a faint line in his heart, which sometimes disappeared, he seemed to grasp it, but he didn't seem to grasp it.

Song Mian is not stupid, he took the phone, followed his heart, and clicked on something.

He was very tangled, his typing hands were trembling, and the question he asked was rather cryptic:

[What is it like to like the same sex. 】

The search interface jumps, and several related questions and answers appear soon:

[How to judge that you like the same sex, what does it feel like to like the same sex? 】

Song Mian looked around and clicked on the last question and answer:

[I have a crush on the same sex, am I gay? 】

[Having a good impression does not necessarily mean liking. Sexuality is not a trivial matter, so be careful. ]

[I am a boy, I like my boss, he is also a boy, now we are together. ]

……

Song Mian looked at it for a long time and searched for nearly ten keywords. Finally, he searched:

【What does it feel like to like someone. 】

There are more questions and answers in this question, Song Mian carefully read the netizens' replies one by one.

[Lemon soaked in water, sour and astringent. ]

[Probably, when you think of him, your heart beats faster. When you hear others talking about him, you won’t participate. The smile in your eyes can melt the snow in winter. ]

[I will miss him if I don't see him, I will be shy when I see him, and I will unconsciously pay attention to everything related to him. ]

[It’s like you, because of his face in your mind, when you type the word "like" in the search boxes of various Apps again and again, that happy and uneasy feeling. ]

Seeing this, Song Mian's finger that slid the phone trembled slightly, then curled up slightly, and stopped.

The answer is obvious, he fell in love with Jiang Zhou at a certain moment that he didn't even know.

After finishing a set of test papers, Jiang Zhou was a little tired. In order to relieve his fatigue, he went to the balcony to smoke a cigarette.The lights have been turned off, and standing on the balcony on the fifth floor, I can only see tall buildings in the distance.

In the dormitory, the other two students were still working on the problem. In the small space, there were two lamps on.

The function phone was loud, and when Song Mian's text message came in, the black brick in Jiang Zhou's pocket not only vibrated crazily, but also dinged non-stop.

Jiang Zhou squinted his eyes, put the cigarette butt in his mouth, leaned against the railing, and slowly took out his phone.

[188...888: Brother, are you asleep? ]

For a moment, Jiang Zhou regretted giving away the mobile phone as a gift.

Before he returned, the phone on the other side of the table buzzed twice.

Jiang Zhou didn't want to pay attention, he held the cigarette between his fingers, and was about to continue smoking, when the mobile phone on the table buzzed twice, and the keypad in his pocket dinged twice.

Jiang Zhou: "..." He took out his phone again.

[188...888: Brother, thank you for the gift^ω^]

In the room, there was another buzzing sound on the desk. Jiang Zhou couldn't bear it anymore. After taking a few quick puffs of cigarettes, he entered the dormitory, picked up his phone and looked:

[Sleep: Today's harvest! /(picture)(picture)(picture)]

What he sent was the photo of Nokia sent by Jiang Zhou. He took a picture of the front, side, and back.

Jiang Zhou was about to be laughed out of anger, and was about to type when he popped up the keyboard:

[×: I am Jiang...]

Before he sent it, another message came from the other side:

[Sleep: This is a gift from my friend, I suspect he likes boys. ]

Jiang Zhou paused his fingers on the button, raised his eyebrows, and deleted the word in the input box, changing it to:

[×: Oh? ]

Where did this person come to the conclusion?

Jiang Zhou spent three seconds thinking about it, and decided not to tell Song Mian who he is for the time being.

After Song Mian typed that sentence, his heart beat immediately at seventy paces. Of course he made it up. He didn't know whether Jiang Zhou liked boys or not. He must like Jiang Zhou himself.

As soon as the news came out, thinking that the opposite side of the screen was still a naive junior high school student, I thought that I would not bring bad people, right?

However, just as he wanted to understand the dirty thoughts in his heart, Song Mian's mood at this time was mostly confused and fearful.

What would Jiang Zhou think of his feelings, would he be disgusted?Or is it disgusting?

It is true that, as netizens said, sexual orientation is not a trivial matter, but he dared not tell anyone.He was like a counselor, he didn't dare to say, let alone do it, he could only find an opportunity to test Jiang Zhou's attitude.

He became wary.

He needs a booster, and urgently needs to find an outlet for the heavy mountain in his heart. Xiaoqi is the only netizen in his circle of friends who has never met each other, and it is not awkward to chat too much.

In order to avoid embarrassment, the chat starts with a friend I have.

[Sleep: The boy he likes is very good-looking. From the beginning, he just liked his good looks. ]

Seeing this news, Jiang Zhou frowned, not knowing why.

[×: So? ]

[Sleep: He dare not chase, for fear of being rejected. ]

Jiang Zhou pinched the space between his eyebrows, and the keypad in his pocket rang.

[188...888: Brother?asleep?Good night then. ]

"..." Isn't this Song Mian smart?After agreeing not to bother him with text messages all the time, Jiang Zhou really regretted giving him his phone, and he replied:

[166...666: Yes. ]

I said good night here, but wechat has not stopped over there:

[Sleep: Do you think he should take this step? ]

Jiang Zhou was very sleepy and wanted to sleep. He was too lazy to think, so he replied directly:

[×: whatever. ]

[Sleep: Don't be so perfunctory. ]

[×: Follow your heart. ]

[Sleep: You are right, no matter what you have to try! ]

No matter what it is, no matter how difficult it is, the solution is the first, and it is not wise to escape. Life is alive, and the more difficult it is, the more difficult it will be to you.

You have to try, even if your way is not the best way.There is not only one road, and no answer is absolute.The most important thing is to take a step back and wait for the opportunity to move forward with joy.

……

It's a brand new morning, the sun is shining slightly, the hot summer is about to pass, and the early autumn is approaching. It rained a little in the middle of the night last night, and the air is a bit humid.

"3 minutes countdown, run, run, run! Time! Time!"

Lao Huang was standing at the entrance of the gymnasium where the first and second graders had to go, holding a loudspeaker to practice the lion's roar. Next to him were a few small followers, all of whom were caught by him for disobeying the school rules.

A large part of the reason why Lao Huang was nicknamed "people see slippery" is that he is idle, and this kind of situation that runs around the school to catch whoever yells happens from time to time. toilet, or go to the cafeteria to help my aunt wash the dishes.

"Hey, that guy with the cropped head over there, put on the school uniform for me! Don't tie it around your waist! Zip up your coat! Hey, who is that in Class [-] and [-]? Bring me your phone, you can play with it during class!"

"Song Mian! Why don't you hurry up and look around? Class is only one minute away! Your classroom is on the fourth floor, why don't you run for me! Go! Go! Go!"

"Fuck." Song Mian stepped up the steps in two steps, avoided Lao Huang's kick on his buttocks, tightened his schoolbag, and climbed upstairs in two steps at a time.

Stepping into the classroom before the bell rang, the class was full of books, and someone was co-writing a book, closing their eyes, and reciting something.Song Mian remembered that today's morning reading was Chinese.

Before he could figure it out, the Chinese teacher came in.Holding a small bamboo whip in his hand, he waved it in the air, making a rustling sound.

Sure enough, as soon as Ye Qingzhu whip was released, he asked, "Have you memorized Li Sao by heart?"

There was no sound at all, and some lowered their heads, leaving her with a round and black back of the head.

Song Mian was one of them. He propped his chin with his hand, turned his face sideways, and stared at Jiang Zhou's profile.Try to keep presence to a minimum.

Jiang Zhou turned a page of the book, raised his eyes, and glanced at him.

Song Mian's heart was pounding because of this look, before he could think too much, Ye Qing said: "Song Mian, get up and recite the first paragraph."

Song Mian: "..."

Song Mian got up slowly, the table and chairs collided for a short time, and under the pressure of the eyes of the whole class and the teacher, he hung his head and said with difficulty: "Long breath to cover up tears, mourning the hardships of people's lives..."

The voice stopped there.

Song Mian pinched the corner of the book with her fingers, feeling a little embarrassed.

Jiang Zhou chuckled, stopped reading, and turned his head to look at him.

"What's the next sentence?" Ye Qing sneered, Song Mian could see on her face that she was watching how the old lady would treat you idiots.

"Can't you recite it?" she asked.

Song Mian shook her head, feeling that her face and ears were very hot.

Especially with Jiang Zhou's expression and eyes that seemed to be smiling but not smiling, he felt that he was about to be burned through.

"Very good." Ye Qing crossed his arms, "Who else doesn't memorize the first sentence like him?

Hurry up, be conscious, and take the initiative to stand up. "

After a while, the tables and chairs collided, and five or six people in the back row stood up sparsely one after another.

Zheng Qiran and Lin Pingping were also there.

"Heh," Ye Qingzhu swiped his whip, and said, "You're quite honest, take your books, and go to the corridor to memorize them for me! If you don't memorize them, you are not allowed in!"

Two mobile phones, insight into everything.

Will or the Society of God.

Li Sao is really difficult to memorize... and the free and easy tour...