about i love you

I tilted my head slightly? , asking "What do you mean?"

She looked at me cautiously, and then asked softly, "Could I be wrong, right? Impossible, I'm not short-sighted, He Su, are you the one who likes boys?"

In fact, I already understood what she meant. The person named the fan with deep roots of love wrote about Tanmei fans. That is to say, she was a rotten girl. She approached me only because she saw that I had Kissing Wen Mengliang, and she happened to be interested in this, what a coincidence.

"is not it?"

Seeing that I didn't answer, she was a little embarrassed, and stepped back a little, nervously touching her hair with her hands. I felt that I was too stupid to accept it.

Nodding my head, I took a sip of the tea in front of me and said in a low voice, "Yes."

There is nothing else to say, I am used to being calm, even if I am shocked, it is difficult to show any shock, I looked at her with a smile as before, her eyes looked at me, the light became brighter and brighter, and finally said softly He said, "I didn't expect it to be true, no, I must share it with my sisters."

I took a piece of food with chopsticks indifferently and ate without saying a word. She was very happy, and she was so excited that she couldn't do it. I have never seen her before.

Finally, she asked "What about your roommate?"

I'm a little tired, my throat hurts, my stomach hurts, and I whisper "at home."

"Ah? Then go back quickly, he must be waiting for you to celebrate your birthday together."

In fact, I have been with Wen Xiao for a long time, but I have always misunderstood her attitude. It is really stupid. After she finished speaking, she started to urge me to leave.

It seems that it is a big sin for me not to leave here. I have completely lost the mood to eat again, and left first after paying the bill.

After walking out, I saw her sitting on the seat from the window, typing on the mobile phone, with a special look.

"Boss, take two bottles of this."

I pointed to the liquor on the shelf and took out the money.

"Hey? It's you again, did you finish what you took last time? It's not good for young people to drink too much."

It can be seen that he is also a kind-hearted businessman. I smiled at him and said, "I didn't drink it. I bought it for others. Thank you boss."

The boss nodded suddenly, handed me the bottled wine, and leaned over to change the money.

There is not a big supermarket near us, only this one is a good place similar to a grocery store, the boss has a very good service attitude, I buy things here every time, and I am somewhat familiar with it.

After receiving the money, I suddenly thought that my cigarettes were gone, so I took another pack of cigarettes.

The boss asked, "Or did you buy it for a classmate?"

I shook my head and said, "No, I smoked it myself."

"Oh, okay, here, take it."

He reached out and took down the cigarette I asked for, and handed it to me with a smile. He wanted to say something, but he didn't say anything in the end.

The weather is fine, neither cold nor hot. It rained two days ago. After the rain, the plants become stronger and fresher. They grow on both sides of the road. Let’s purify the air.

I randomly picked up a part of a plant of grass, and grinded it in my hand, grinding a handful of green liquid.

"Happy birthday."

I poured two servings of wine, one on the opposite side and one in front of me.

After drinking the glass in front of you, fill it up again, then drink again, drink more after drinking, and drink again after filling.

After about 10 minutes, I stretched out my arms to take the wine glass opposite, and said, "If you don't want to drink, I will drink it for you."

I fucking really want to smell Meng Liang. I think so hard that my heart hurts.

Now it seems that I am self-torturing, and I am fully responsible for the whole thing. Without Wen Xiao, there can be another person. I looked up at the neat ceiling, and suddenly smiled.

Let's drink, let's drink, when you're drunk, you'll have nothing to do, just enjoy yourself.

I don't know how long it took, but I took the wine bottle and smashed it on the table. I don't know if the wine bottle was too hard or something.

It annoyed me to death, someone knocked on the door suddenly, and I yelled "Who is it?"

"Hello, is this He Su? Here is your courier."

A somewhat hoarse male voice sounded, I froze for a moment, stumbled to open the door, and said as I walked, "Who? Who the hell are you? Come drink with me?"

I pulled the door inward suddenly, and I didn't retreat well. I knocked my head on the door all of a sudden, and woke up instantly from the pain.

The uncle outside the door frowned and looked at me, then took out the things in his arms and handed them to me, saying, "This is your express delivery, sign it, and drink it after signing it."

I frowned and asked, "Where did you send it?"

"Okay, I'm sober. It's from Beijing. Sign it quickly. I'm still busy here."

It's not a very big box. I shook it with my hand, and I could hardly hear the sound, but there was the sound of paper flipping, like a file or something.

I signed my name and took the things back to the room. I have nothing to do with Beijing, so I just went to Wen Mengliang, maybe because the contract related to Wen Mengliang's book was sent back.

I put the box on the computer desk, and dizziness came from my mind.

I just took out a cigarette, lit it and took a puff. I felt much better, and I leaned on the sofa and didn't want to move.

I pointed the cigarette butt at the leather of the sofa and slowly moved towards it, seeing that the red spark was about to touch it, and then I took it back suddenly. This sofa was bought by Wen Mengliang, and we have made it on it several times, so it can be regarded as a souvenir .

I went over and got the box, ripped off the black wrapping paper, and opened the box.

The contents inside were displayed in front of me. I rubbed my hair and slowly took out the paper inside, one stack at a time.

I thought it was a contract, but it wasn't.

It was the paper that Wen Mengliang and I used to communicate. There were a lot of them, and they were very messy.

There are post-it notes, toilet paper, homework paper, and messy fragments of newspapers and magazines in the middle, all of which are well preserved.

I'm going to high school, how about you?

Wen Mengliang, give me a kiss.

Have you brushed your teeth yet?

thank you.

Wen Mengliang, I want to eat cauliflower today.

Wen Mengliang, I don’t know how to do my homework, so you help me write it, hey, you are so stupid, you definitely don’t know how to do it.

Wen Mengliang, I want to fuck you.

Does it hurt?

Did you see the book I took yesterday? I can't remember where I put it.

I flipped through the above, and some of the dialogues are obviously very far away, so far away that I can't even imagine that the childish tone and strokes are written by me.

I folded the paper and put it aside, and continued to look down. In fact, they were all trivial things. Usually I talk to him directly. More, less since I got a mobile phone, and I just threw it away after writing, and I didn't even think that he would save it.

I pressed my slightly painful temples and closed my eyes.

it is good.

Can you help me type this out?

Do you have no class today?

When does vacation start?

Can you take me out to hang out, I want to hang out with you.

He Su, I'll make dinner for you and leave it alone. I'm still busy, so I'll leave first.

I miss you, you came back two days late this time.

In fact, he didn't study for a long time, so there was no change in the words from the beginning to the end, but there was a slight change in the tone, but he still always seemed cautious and flattering.

The paper was turned over page by page, gradually reaching the bottom.

The dark red color came into my eyes, I squeezed my lips and took it out, it said: He Su, do you still remember Nankang Baiqi?

I remember that.

I chatted with him during the summer vacation of the third year of high school. As a little raccoon, he introduced me to the diary-type book written by Nankang. I roughly browsed it, but didn’t read it very carefully.

However, Nan Kang died.

Wen Mengliang, what the hell are you trying to do?

There was a mixed smell of alcohol and cigarettes in the air, and my brain throbbed with pain, as if a villain was jumping and sticking in it with a needle, uninterrupted, but not fast.

I threw the box on the ground, still feeling uncomfortable, stood up and threw the things on the table to the ground, books, pens, glasses, fruits.

The ground was messy, I picked up the wine bottle and poured it into my mouth, and there was a gurgling sound in my throat, which was especially clear in the silent night.

It is said that people will tell the truth when they are drunk. I don’t know if it is true. I have been drunk many times, and every time I wake up, I don’t know what I have done or said.

I picked up the phone and called my mom, who answered the phone and said, "Susu, it's your birthday, have you gone to eat something delicious?"

"Mom, where's He Yan?"

"It's right by my side, what's wrong?"

I didn't speak anymore, listening to my own breathing, pinching a piece of broken glass on the ground with my fingers, piercing into the flesh, the blood flowed on the ground, it didn't hurt.

"Where's my dad?"

"Your dad hasn't come back from work yet. He will definitely call you when he gets off work. Don't think too much about it."

What can I think about, I don't know what to say, my mother stopped there for a while, and said, "Don't you have a girlfriend? Is she by your side? Let her say a few words."

"Gone."

I whispered.

"what?"

I stood up from the ground, and the blood dripped on my pants, smearing a small dark mark.

"You have ignored me since I was a child. I did everything by myself. After graduating from junior high school, everyone else was waiting for the admission letter at home, and I had to go out to work. Every day, you told me that I would not pass the exam. Got it. I was only 15 years old at the time, and the three of you lived together after high school, and almost never asked about my affairs, you didn't care about me, but now you want to care about my girlfriend, you... ..."

Before I finished, my mother said, "Don't say that, you, what the hell are you trying to say?"

I was stunned for a second, and then a sentence came out of my mouth, "Mom, I don't like women."

"Yuan, so it's true..."

My mother was talking on the other end, her voice was lowered, and there was a faint helplessness and sobbing. Before I had time to respond, she hung up the phone.

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