about i love you

At eleven o'clock that night, I left first, and Chang Xuanfeng didn't want to stay there, so we went back together. After walking not far, I told him, "Where is your home? Take a taxi back. "

He froze for a moment.

The gaze looking at me was a bit sad for unknown reasons, and it was more obvious under the influence of alcohol. I reached out and stopped a taxi, and he walked up slowly. Before closing the door, he turned to me and said, "He Su, have a good rest."

I smiled and nodded, watching him leave.

A few days later, Wen Mengliang and Lu Qiang came back together. When he was standing at the door with his luggage, I looked at his familiar face, and there was an indescribable strangeness.

I said earlier that he was a stranger.

"When the person is delivered, I will leave first."

After Lu Qiang delivered the person, he said something like this, waved at me, and then drove away.

I went up to take his luggage into the room, and then sat down. There were unfinished English test papers and a bucket of unfinished instant noodles on the table.

I sat down and took another bite.

Wen Mengliang stood behind me at a loss, stretched out his hands several times, as if to hug my shoulders, but finally retracted them.

I sighed, stood up, turned around and hugged him, leaned on his shoulder and sighed deeply, my little dumb, you are back.

The tip of his tongue lightly touched his ear, he trembled, stretched out his hand and hugged me back, turned his head and kissed my lips, the color in his eyes was unclear, I stepped back, and said quietly, "Let's cook."

He nodded and went into the kitchen. There was the sound of ping-pong-pong from inside. I sat at the table, staring at Chang Xuanfeng's messy test papers in a daze.

Yesterday Chang Xuanfeng said that he wanted to go to the same university as me, and asked me to help him with tuition. Discussive tone.

I nodded in agreement, starting with his relatively weak English, and slowly improving his grades.

He's not stupid, it's just that he didn't put his mind on his studies before, that's why his grades are not good, and he will take the college entrance examination in a while, if he works harder, and with the previous foundation, it is not impossible to improve his grades.

I took out a pen to help him draw the key points, the vague sense of shame in my heart was hidden deep in my heart, and I held two people in my hands.

I'm a little crazy.

"Here, your paper, you read it first, and ask me if you don't understand."

I turned my head and handed him the finished paper. He was reading a book, and when he heard this, he looked up at me and showed a bright smile.

I was a little curious and asked "what are you looking at?"

He raised the book in his hand and said, "Wang Xiaobo, I like him very much, and his writing is very good."

He has always disliked online literature, and believes that real writers should be like those everyone. Romance novels are too nutritious, but what some people read in books is just a story, radish and cabbage, each has his own love.

He is very interested in history books and literature, and often complains to me that he regrets not choosing liberal arts.

I said, "If you choose liberal arts, you won't be able to meet me."

He paused for a while before replying thoughtfully, "Yes."

Love to laugh, upward, youthful.

"He Su, let's go out to play together on Sunday and go climbing. I heard that the flowers in Lingshan are all in bloom, it's very beautiful."

I shook my head, I want to stay with Wen Mengliang at home on Sunday, he told me last time that his birthday is coming soon, we have lived together for so long, this is the first time he mentioned his birthday to me.

Chang Xuanfeng raised his eyebrows when he heard the words, but he didn't speak. He lowered his head and continued to read the test paper, his eyelashes cast a faint shadow under his eyes.

I reached out and stroked his hair, but he didn't move.

"Which university do you want to go to?"

The two of us stood against the wall together, the setting sun stretched our shadows very long on the ground, he turned his head to look at me, and the shadows overlapped together.

He got closer and closer, and there was no one around. There are not many people who usually come to this place. It is the place where the teachers park their bicycles, and it is far away from the classroom.

I took a step to the right, avoiding his kiss.

He put his hand on his head and rubbed it, and said, "Don't do this."

He took two steps back, looked at me inexplicably, then lowered his head again, and said, "He Su, do you not like me?"

I said, "No, don't think too much about it. I just don't like being close to people. Let's talk about it after the college entrance examination, okay?"

He raised his head again, with the same expression on his face as before, and laughed twice, "I'm joking with you, let's go."

I took his arm and turned around, pressing him against the wall, the setting sun completely fell below the horizon, leaving only the lingering twilight showing a faint yellow color.

My head was getting closer and closer to him, he was holding on to the wall with one hand, and the other hand was hanging on the side of his pants, looking up at me, his eyes didn't dodge at all, only a little nervous.

When there was only one centimeter left, the earth-shaking discomfort in my stomach came, I suddenly let go of my hand and turned around, leaning against the wall and saying, "Sorry, wait a little longer."

He turned and left, waved his back to me, and said loudly, "Let's go."

I have a very pure and unchangeable resistance to getting close to others. No matter who it is, even if it just accidentally touches me, I will be blocked for half an hour. It is an uncomfortable feeling that is about to suffocate. Especially uncomfortable.

I feel sorry for Chang Xuanfeng, but he said he understood this and didn't say anything else.

When I went home on the weekend, I bought a watch specially, and I didn't know that Wen Mengliang had never studied mathematics.

Thinking of this, I suddenly laughed. In his situation, it is okay to learn a language by reading books, but I am afraid that he will not be able to understand the science knowledge that is too thinking.

No wonder he never touched my computer-related books, I suddenly realized.

When I got home, Wen Mengliang was not there. I turned on the computer to see if there was any update on the deep-rooted love. Some time ago he said that he was going to Beijing to do business. He asked for leave for more than ten days. The fans below expressed their understanding and did not know that he was back now. No.

I looked at the untouched chapters and word counts, feeling a little helpless, it was so boring, so I searched his name, and there was a piece of information that I didn't expect.

It is a person called a fan of deep-rooted love, and he is also an author. I have never seen any information about this person in the past few times. his discussion.

I thought it was a man, but the information was unknown, he wrote about Tanmei, and he claimed to focus on love-rooted genres for 100 years, and only wrote about love-rooted genres, and didn’t touch anything else.

The comments are both positive and negative, and those who hate homosexuality are scolding, saying that she is shameless, and casually YYing the things written by others with hard work, and there are also supporters. Every article with deep roots in love has a male lead. A good brother who is considerate to the extreme, even if he doesn't let people flirt.

Seeing this, I couldn't help laughing, what they said seemed to be correct, and the text with deep roots in love did have this problem.

Although the male protagonist likes the female protagonist very much and loves her very much, but the brothers put it there and write it so well, it always makes people feel awkward.

As I was watching, the door opened, Wen Mengliang came in with vegetables, I turned off the computer, and was going to stand up to help, he put the things down, waved at me, picked up a pen and wrote: Sit here and don’t move, I make it for you to eat.

I went back and watched him work with great interest. After working for a while, he became a little hot, so he took off his coat and threw it on the sofa, revealing his fair neck and a little thin body.

I walked over, hugged him from behind, and kissed him lightly on the neck, he froze, and red appeared on the tips of his ears.

I turned him around and focused on kissing him, thinking, I want him to be here always, always, always, by my side.

I mean it.

The dishes he cooked that night were delicious, and he bought wine. The whole process was very thoughtful, and those who didn't know might think it was my birthday.

I drank too much wine, hugged him and gnawed hard, and gnawed on the bed.

He took off his clothes three times and two times, and the hot feeling rushed out of his body, and finally concentrated in a certain place. I smiled and kissed the corners of his eyebrows and eyes.Fingers stuck to the back, the moment he entered, he let out a low, inaudible gasp, I lifted his legs high, and closed his eyes in shame and joy.

When I woke up the next day, it was broad daylight. I looked at Wen Mengliang, who was sleeping soundly beside me, and the dried white marks on the sheets, and smiled with an unknown meaning.

At this time, I need a cigarette, sitting on the head of the bed and puffing, with an overworked boy sleeping next to me, how artistic it would be.

He lifted the quilt and got out of bed, he was awakened by the touch, opened his eyes and looked at the ceiling, touched his eyes with both hands, tears flowed from between fingers, I tore the paper from the bedside and threw it to him, then went to the bathroom by myself .

There are two days before the college entrance examination, and there is no learning atmosphere in our class. Everyone is crazy about taking pictures on campus. The rich students take photos with cameras, and those with mobile phones take photos regardless of whether the pixels are good or not.

The homeroom teacher turned a blind eye and closed his eyes, and no longer cared about these matters. At this time, the matter had come to a conclusion, and his absurd behavior could not stop him from having a clear understanding of the future.

Boys and girls who are in love are also bold, and they no longer date secretly. Parting and separation are close at hand. Nothing is more important than being close.

Chang Xuanfeng babbled in his seat, still talking about his Southern Tang Li Yu, who sang and recited lyrics, and lived his life to the fullest.

I turned to look at him and asked "Do you play games?"

He shook his head, looking at me suspiciously.

I reached under, took his hand, then let go, got up and walked out.

The sun was shining brightly, and I stood in the shadow and said to him solemnly, "In the future, you also go to Journey to the West, I will marry you, we will get married, and then raise a baby."

He didn't respond, and asked after a moment, "What did you say?"

I said, "Marriage in the game is good, but girls always want things when they get married. When the time comes, you register a female account. When we get married, you can name it Nantang Li Yu. Well, to match you, I will change the name How about changing it to Xiao Zhou?"

He pursed his lips and said nothing, then raised a big smile and said, "He Su, you said this, don't go back on your word."

I don't know why I suddenly thought of this matter. I've been playing this game for a long time, and a girl asked me to marry him before. Reach out and stroke his hair.

In my heart, I kept telling myself that I was wrong, but I couldn't stop my blood, I was so stupid.

It's a pity that I can't go to the same university as Chang Xuanfeng, the night before the college entrance examination, that is, the night of June 6th.

Liuliu Dashun, such an auspicious number, he was dragged to a corner by a group of people and beaten up on the way back to the dormitory from the teaching building, and even walking became a problem.

I found out about this the next day. After the first two exams, I went to see him in the hospital. He looked at me blankly and said, "He Su, did I ruin your relationship with others?"

I tucked in the quilt for him and said, "Nothing."

His bright eyes are still bright, staring at me with a little bit of light, he said, "I saw you kissing someone before."

The author has something to say: After Secondary School, I became a quiet neurotic