blue sky love

([-]) Reject love

Bear hunters heard the bells of the temple, echoing on the old mountain, making people sad.The Buddha saw that his body was covered with endless dust and exhaustion, and his face was tired and pale, but he didn't focus on him. Instead, he was rebellious, unruly and unrestrained.

The Buddha said, "Success is the same, failure is the same. What's so good about those red-mortal emotions? Come here, let's go to the real fruit early, and reach the bliss early.

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It was the golden week of November, I was idle and had nothing to do, and he didn't go out during those few days.He just went out to exercise every day, and stayed in the house when he came back, coughing sounded from his room from time to time.Every time I heard it was serious, I wanted to go and have a look, but these few days he was so serious, and when he became serious, the kindness before him disappeared.

One day someone knocked on the door, and I knew it wasn't for me, but he didn't open it either. He just sat on the sofa and watched TV. When I was about to open it, he glanced at me, "What are you doing?" Silently sat on the sofa and watched TV with him.

Suddenly the door opened.A handsome guy came in, wearing big sunglasses. His hair in front reached his eyebrows. He was very sunny. He was not much older than me, thinner than me, and taller than me, but he was dressed better than me. He was on the same level as the uncle in front of him.

"Why didn't you see me? Is it because of him?" The man looked as if he wanted to eat me.

"Yes. You go back. By the way, leave the key." He stood up and said to the young man seriously, and suddenly coughed twice.

"What's wrong with you? Why are you coughing? Are you feeling unwell?" the young man asked with concern.

I went to my room to surf the Internet, and my intuition told me that they had an unusual relationship, and I was also unspeakably happy. He was very likely to be the same person as me, not just because of the decoration at home, and gay aesthetics I am always more sensitive than ordinary people, and it is the arrival of this young man that makes me more suspicious.Comrades are always sensitive to comrades.

I have lived here for a long time, and I have never entered his bedroom, and every time he comes out, he closes the door, and I am also very curious.But he also seemed to deliberately not let me in.I turned on the computer and started replying messages to netizens. I turned up the volume of the song very loudly, not wanting to hear about them.Because I also like him, if I know something, I can only make myself more sad.

After a long time the young man entered the house.He walked up to me suddenly, I smiled awkwardly, and he raised his hand and slapped me across the face. "Uncle Chi is mine!"

I covered my face and stared at him, I wanted to fight back, but I saw Uncle Xiong at the door.

"Xiaotian, what are you doing? Get out!" He said as he pulled the arm called Xiaotian and pulled it out.

Xiaotian was pulled out by him.But Xiaotian's eyes of deep hatred and hatred are still unforgettable to me.

Uncle Xiong took him out.I sat down slowly, staring at the Japanese I didn't understand very well.Why it came out like this? "Uncle Chi is mine!" So they are comrades?Uncle Chi?So Uncle Xiong's surname is late?I haven't asked his name for so long.

I don’t know when, Uncle Xiong came back, and I was still surfing the Internet in the room. I glanced at him and ignored him. He clenched his hand into a half fist, put it next to his mouth, coughed twice, and sat down beside me. up.

I tried to smile, "Uncle, what's the matter?"

"Yo good, are you okay? Are you chatting with Japanese people? You also have mixi?" He looked at me with a smile.This is in great contrast to what he had just now.

"Hehe, where is it? A Japanese netizen applied for me. I am still learning Japanese. The Japanese are very conceited and only learn their Japanese culture. Their foreign languages ​​are terrible." I said with a smile.

"Hehe, yes, you need to be good at Japanese to play mixi." He smiled and put his hands on my shoulders.

"Uncle, why didn't you go out to play? Didn't you go out during the [-]th Golden Week?" I asked with a smile.

"Didn't you go out too?" He asked me back.

"Hehe, I'm a student, how can I have any money to spend?" I replied.

"Accompany me to the beach for a walk?" He said with a smile.

"Okay. I haven't gone out for two or three days." As I spoke, I stood up.

He looked at my website, "ふきんたろうさん?" He muttered, he was drunk from the first day I came, and all the drunk words he said were in Japanese, so I think his Japanese must be good.

The weather is fine and there are many people on the beach. Sitting in his red car feels really cool.I like to ride in a car, especially a small car. Looking at the scenery outside the car window has an indescribable feeling. I always fantasize about being with my beloved. He drives the car and I sit beside him. The road is very wide , only our car, a big red sun is about to fall on the road ahead, I look at the red maple leaves on both sides of the road, and then I look back at my beloved from time to time, and touch his hand body, and he'd pretend to be angry and say, "What are you doing? Dangerous, I'm driving." Then I'd smile and reach over and rub my stubbled face...but it was all just meditation.

We got out of the car, and I slowly followed him. I felt that he was no longer as energetic as before. Is it because his heart was hurt?In the past, I also went to the beach with him for a run, but recently he didn't call me when he came out, and he was out of breath every time he went back.

He and I sat on the beach and watched the people around us playing in the water, watching the sparkling waves come wave by wave, and seagulls flying back and forth on them, sometimes swooping across the sea.

Uncle Xiong was staring at the sea in a daze. The sun was shining on him beautifully. I leaned against him, and the cool sea breeze mixed with the salty water vapor rushed into my nasal cavity. I felt very comfortable. Uncle Xiong always coughed from time to time.

"The sky is so blue! I looked at the big white clouds floating on the short sky wall.

"The sky is black!" Uncle Xiong looked up at the sky, and I saw sadness in his eyes, which was a kind of helpless sadness.I wonder, why is the sky black?Uncle Xiong, are you sad?Is the sky gray when people are sad?Then your sky is black, then you must be very sad...

The twilight of the sun gradually filled my eyes, and the red and big sunset gradually extended, passing through the gaps between everyone on the beach, passing through every grain of sand...

"What a beautiful sunset! It's red like a fire, but fire can be extinguished, but the sun is eternal, and human life is like a fire. You don't know when it will be extinguished." His words are so negative. .

That night, the moonlight was beautiful and misty, just the two of us sitting on the beach, the surroundings were so quiet, so quiet, only the sound of the waves remained.I couldn't help but put my arms around him from behind, which was a feeling of solidity that I had never had before.

"Little guy." He patted me on the back

"Huh?" I looked at his face under the moonlight, which was pale and blurred.

"Do you like Uncle?" he asked.

I didn't answer, just looked at him silently.

"What can I see from your eyes from the first day you came here? You and your friend's eyes are different." As he spoke, he turned his eyes to the sea, "Comrade is very sensitive to comrades, Especially the eyes. If you really choose this path, it will be very bitter, and you are destined to be sad, and you will have to shed a lot of tears. I don’t believe in love, I believe in passion.” He silently Said, very plain, like an old man imparting experience to an inexperienced child.

I still didn't respond to his words. He looked at me and coughed, "Don't fall in love with me, or you will be very painful. People who like me will end well." I couldn't see his expression.

"Is that Xiaotian the one who likes you?" I asked.

"Yes. But I can't accept his feelings. You can have passion with me, but I don't accept love." The tone of his words is very casual, but the more he does this, the more I feel that he is longing for feelings.I felt like he was telling me.

I had trouble sleeping that night.