Falling in love with straight men

that confession

The deserted funeral, in the middle of the black and white ancestral hall, there is a black and white photo of Qian Cang Meisha when she was a girl, pure and lovely, no one can tell that this is a woman who rides thousands of people and sleeps thousands of people.

Asakura Minami is very calm, the 16-year-old boy is no longer the boy who would cry because the person he likes doesn't know about his little things, time has settled everything.

"Cry if you want to."

Dong Xiang put his arms around the young man's thin shoulders and persuaded him gently.

Qian Cangnan smiled lightly, he didn't want to cry, because no one called him a "useless boy" when he cried, and slapped him by the way, and then ran to support him stepping on his high-gauge shoes.

"As the son of my Qing Cang Meisha, crying is the most useless behavior!"

Qian Cangnan choked up and swore to her that she would never cry again because of the rare thunder and lightning storm at the age of ten. The woman just put off her work and took a normal rest for the first time without a good face.

Yizi's eyes were red, and the small choked sobs gradually enlarged.

In the empty Japanese room, the young man smiled slightly, the purple-haired girl stood aside with a icy face, and the brown-haired girl cried heart-piercingly like a boy crying inside.

Life is fragile, thought Asakura Minami, who was dizzy after taking cold medicine.

Maybe in the next moment, the god of death will take away the people around you.

Asakura Minami was sick, his body temperature was a little high, 39.5 degrees, and Asakura Minami, who didn't want to leave home to go to the hospital, took a few antipyretics according to the instructions and fell asleep again.

Anyway, the school is on leave, so he can have a rare rest.

The whole day Asakura Minami fell asleep, and the fever subsided when he woke up. Asakura Minami casually ate some biscuits to feed his hungry stomach.

Packing himself up, Asakura Minami looked at himself in the mirror with ordinary facial features and blinked his big transparent eyes, he could go to school without being haggard.

The school life was not very good. What happened to Asakura Minami was spread by good people. The classmates in the class pointed at him, and when he looked back, they all shut up.

Enduring the pitiful gaze, Qian Cangnan found that he hadn't written a letter to the male god to send chocolates for three days, touched his schoolbag and wasn't ready for today's share, the boy lowered his eyelids and pursed his lips.

Kaneki is not feeling well these days, the love letters he was used to and the chocolate he didn't like very much disappeared.

He should have been happy, because the newspaper lady finally knew to give up, but he was not in a good mood.

"Gradually, I began to miss a person, I wanted to see his face, I wanted to hear his voice, I wanted to see his face, I wanted to hear his voice, I thought about it very much, as if I had hot acupuncture on my leg, and I could only endure it. "

The words of Dazai Osamu's "Setting Sun" flashed through Kaneki's mind, and he smiled mockingly.

You can’t cherish what you don’t lose, Jin Mu realized this truth, clutching the place where his heart beat, he was really worried about Miss Newspaper.

I don't know if she had an accident, or if she chose to end it for real.

Liking often starts from habit, and the seeds deep in Jinmu's heart have taken root and are difficult to remove.

The second year of high school was an eventful year, Mr. Narita's affair broke out not long after Asakusa Misa passed away.

Unlike those housewives, Mrs. Narita resolutely divorced and restored her original surname. Ms. Kosaka teaches at Ukai University and has a fairly good financial foundation, which gives her the confidence to get rid of Mr. Narita.

Yizi followed her mother and changed her name to Xiaosaka Yizi.

"Xiao Nan, do you know what I thought when that woman was standing at the door of my house holding the child..."

Yizi sat on the roof with her eyes glazed over, and Asakura Minami stood silently aside.

"I...I really wanted to tear that face apart!...but...I didn't...because...it wasn't her fault..."

The bean-sized drops of water fell to the ground, Qian Cangnan exposed the girl who had always tolerated him.

"We'll pass together."

As time goes by, everything has changed and everything has not changed.

Recently, Asakura Minami didn't write any more letters to the male god.

Repeating the same thing every day, following the same routine as yesterday, sleeping in the cradle of fantasy weaving, waiting for the death of breaking the cocoon and failing.

Asakura Minami finally has a clear vision of his future.

Missed and wrong, the difference between one word and the world.

"You've been out of order recently."

Dong Xiang pointed to the key point concisely.

"Is there? I think it's pretty good." Minami Asakura replied lightly.

Dong Xiang took a sip of coffee noncommittally, and made it clear that you should just pretend.

Yizi chomped down on the bento made of bamboo horses, looked at Asakura Minami on the left and Dong Xiang on the right, since the big change in the family, Miss Qingmei rubbed and rubbed her ladylike appearance completely behind her, and returned to her true nature.

Swallowing the last mouthful of rice, Yiko wiped her mouth and nodded in agreement.

"Xiao Nan, you haven't followed up recently or cut newspapers, something is wrong."

The boy looked at Qingmei counting her various behaviors with her hands, and pulled out a stiff arc.

"Well, I don't want to do this anymore, so I don't do it anymore."

I thought it was just like before, the newspaper lady would put several letters in the locker every few days, but the still empty locker told Kaneki that this was just your fantasy.

Kaneki's mood has been more impetuous these days, and it is difficult for a nerd who has always been restrained to have such a situation. As Kaneki's training young dyer and only friend, Yongjin Hideyoshi naturally discovered Kaneki's unstable mood.

"Ayan, is there no news from Miss Newspaper?"

"Huh?...Um."

Kaneki raised his head from the book that he couldn't read a single word, and answered somewhat unnaturally.

"It's just being dumped unilaterally! Ah Yan, don't pay too much attention to it! Like me, I don't know how many times I was dumped. Let go."

"Oh……"

Kaneki continued to read listlessly, and the orange-haired boy scratched the back of his head boredly, and got used to it by shaking it, that's what falling in love is all about.

Later, Kaneki, who was tired of the entrance examination, gradually forgot about this inexplicable lovelorn, occasionally thinking of it, it was only a moment of silence, and then began an endless sea of ​​​​questions. I'm not good at it, even if my heart is throbbing, I don't know the origin, and immature feelings in youth are the easiest to die.

Holding a few colorful love guidebooks, Asakura Minami walked into the house, turned on the light and sat in the living room to read them.

Asakura Minami needed experience in this area, and ended his eight-year secret love history, not giving up, but just wanting to change to a more straightforward way.

The young eagle was pushed off the cliff, and only by flapping its wings and jumping up could it avoid falling to death.

The desperate courage may have resulted in cruel rejection, but he wanted to stand in the sun and say I love you loudly. Life is fleeting, and it is better to be wrong than to miss.

At the very least, the name Asakura Minami will leave a strong mark on Kaneki Ken's heart, even if it is a disgusting stain.

The temperature gradually rose, and this time the wave of entering higher schools calmed down. Kaneki was admitted to Uei University as he wished, followed by the annual graduation ceremony.

Kaneki, wearing a black suit, was sitting in the grove of the school with a book in his mouth. Kaneki, who doesn't like too lively environment and is not good at dealing with people, chooses this place.

"You... hello, Kaneki-senpai!"

A shadow blocked the sunlight, Kaneki looked up and saw a rather nervous boy standing in front of him.

"Is there a problem?"

The senior with gray-black eyes smiled and stood up, asking friendly questions.

Minami Asakura was a little nervous, his hands began to tremble slightly, his vocal cords were trembling but he couldn't make a sound, his beating heart rushed straight up with blood, the male god was talking to me...

talk to me...

Say……

"What's the matter?" Kaneki, who hadn't been able to answer for a long time, approached the junior who was almost familiar with his face, and asked worriedly.

A gentle breath came from him, and the light scent of soap carried a unique smell of books and ink. It was not the first time that they were so close, but it was the first time that only two people had contact.

Minami Asakura looked at the magnified face of the male god in a daze, and his slightly pale thin lips opened and closed.

The young man suddenly hugged the young man who had been thinking about him for half his life, and stood on tiptoe to meet his lips, the excessive force made a trace of bright red flow out.

The frightened Kaneki wanted to push away this junior who behaved strangely, but the shackles of Asakura Minami's exhausted courage made Kaneki's resistance pale.

Buried into the young man's weak chest, the tears that he said would never be seen again fell down in big drops, wet a small piece of the skirt, Kaneki stiffened in embarrassment.

The gentle nature made Kaneki put his hands on the boy's smooth black hair, and the person in his arms tightened his hands even more, and a muffled sob came out.

"I like you! Senior!"

"I've always liked you!"

Kaneki's mind went blank, and his instinct made him push the person in his arms away.

Asakura Minami sat on the ground and looked straight at the male god, Kaneki was at a loss and turned his head away.

"...Get up, the ground is cold."

Asakura Minami clenched the male god's outstretched hand, Kaneki pulled up the absent junior, a piece of white letter paper stained by mud attracted Kaneki's attention.

"This is……"

Picking up the familiar envelope, the young man's pupils shrank and his Adam's apple rolled up and down.

For a moment, the world burst before my eyes...

"Sorry, I like girls, Qian Cang-kun deserves better."

"The letter from Asango-kun troubled me a lot..."

"Sorry! To be honest, I don't like chocolate."

Qian Cangnan curled up into a ball in the dark closet, the young man's resolute words flashed non-stop, he was powerless trying to grasp the back of the hastily leaving, only the air was grasped between his five fingers.

Didn't you already know it would be like this, why is there still pain that goes deep into the bone marrow?

Is it more painful to those who wait, or more painful to those who make people wait.In any case, I don't have to wait anymore, and that's the most painful thing.

Under the bright moonlight, the yellow flowers of evening primrose exploded beautifully and brightly. When the morning light appeared, life dried up.

Kaneki, who was running away, looked bitterly at the crumpled and dirty letter, and flinched back when he was about to throw it into the trash can. The young man let go of the letter as if he was shocked, and his unopened heart fell. .

"Hey, Ying, I like girls, right..."

"Huh?! Are you kidding me! What's wrong?"

"……nothing."

Jin Mu struggled to carry the cardboard box and put it in the recycling bin. It was raining lightly outside, and the young man disappeared into the rain curtain with the sound of water and holding a black umbrella.

What is abandoned, young people do not know.

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