bad derailment

"...Where did you get it?"

After my chest was blocked for a long time, I picked up my broken thoughts and asked in a hoarse voice.

Chen Feng hugged me from behind, his sweaty body didn't seem to feel stuffy at all.He rubbed the nape of my neck, the hard hair poked the skin, itching slightly.I couldn't help but hide, but he held my shoulder firmly.

"I've been keeping it in my pocket, and I wanted to give it to you just now," he said sullenly, "If you don't like it, return it to me."

I was so angry and funny, I made a gesture to take off the ring, "Then I'll give it back to you now?"

"you dare?"

Chen Feng immediately lowered his face and half-closed his eyes to threaten, as if he wasn't the one who said those words just now.

I put down my hand as expected, "Duplicity."

After getting this evaluation, Chen Feng snorted twice.He pinched my chin, his expressionless facial features showing a rather bluffing sternness, "Don't you have anything to say to me?"

I really want to ask him what should he say now, acceptance speech?But in the end, he still didn't ask, and his eyes unconsciously glanced at the ring, a little startled.

I never thought that Chen Feng would give me a ring, but he really did.

It's like I never thought that we would be together for a long time, but in the blink of an eye, five years have passed.

From the appearance alone, this is just a plain silver ring.Feeling that the inside seemed a little uneven, I took it off against Chen Feng's cannibalistic gaze, squinted my eyes and finally saw the small characters engraved inside.

2014/9/25

Not the love words or names I imagined, but a string of ordinary dates.

"14 years...September 9?" My brain raced for a few seconds, and I subconsciously asked, "What day is this?"

Chen Feng's glinting eyes sank in an instant, and a three-foot-frozen air radiated from his whole body.I secretly complained in my heart, 14 years, that must have been six years ago, right?I can't remember what happened six years ago...

In the blink of an eye, my thoughts stopped abruptly. I seemed to have caught a little bit of the tail, and blinked slowly and tentatively.

"Is this the day we first met?"

No need for Chen Feng to nod, I also knew from his stretched eyebrows that I had guessed right.

Human memory is really a magical thing. Whenever I feel that I must have forgotten something, I will remember it clearly after an opportunity and a daze.

When I first met Chen Feng, I was in my sophomore year.

I study in the Department of Literature of Yanda University, and Chen Feng is a freshman at the sports school next door.He came to Yanda for the first time to play. I happened to pass by. The basketball accidentally went out of bounds and rolled to my feet. There was a distance of more than ten meters. I bent down to pick up the ball and threw it back. meet once.

Since then, it seems that a strange switch has been turned on. Every time I pass by the basketball court, a ball will roll to my feet inexplicably.And every time he raised his head, he could always meet Chen Feng's green eyes.After doing this several times, even a fool would know that he did it on purpose.

This clumsy memory of chasing people has long been included in the category of "black history" by Chen Feng. Every time I think of it, I can't help laughing, as if such a carefree and relaxed time happened yesterday.When Huang Shen came back, Chen Feng had already pulled my left hand again, slipped the ring into the ring finger involuntarily, and ordered: "Don't take it off."

"Understood," I revealed a smile, and my voice paused slightly, "Chen Feng, are you proposing to me?"

He took a breath, and then replied bluntly: "It's just a birthday present, believe it or not."

Ghosts believe.

I raised the corners of my lips, feeling that the strange feeling in my heart should be joy, but what came up was not just pure joy without impurities.There was touch and melancholy in it, thick and hot, like the morning fog that weighed heavily on my chest, penetrating into my flesh and blood inch by inch, making me unable to speak or breathe for a while.

After a long silence, I heard myself say in a slightly shifted voice, "Thank you."

These are perhaps the most common and shameless words in the world, and they can be used to deal with all contextual situations where you don't know what answer to give.

I don't think I can give Chen Feng a better answer, and 'thank you' can never go wrong.

He didn't notice the strangeness in what I said, deliberately put on a vicious look, and emphasized emphatically: "I said it's just a birthday present, don't let me think about it."

"Okay, then thank you for your birthday present." I suppressed a smile, not to expose his tricks, "When did you buy it? It was hidden so deep."

Immediately afterwards, a possibility suddenly occurred to me, and I couldn't help asking: "Isn't it the day when I go to school to pick up Nuonuo?"

Chen Feng looked at me very strangely, "How do you know?"

"..."

Suddenly, I wanted to go back to that day and beat myself up.

"It's just a wild guess, but I didn't expect it to be right."

I ambiguously changed the topic, and I would never tell Chen Feng that it was a murder caused by a takeaway box.Fortunately, he was not interested in this, and continued to sink his arms and hug me after listening.I let him surround me tightly, I felt a little tired when I closed my eyes, but my neck suddenly tightened, and the little sun sent by Gu Mingsheng was pinched by Chen Feng, and the silver corners flashed across the halo, and it was caught in his face. Playing in the palm of the hand expressionlessly.

...almost forgot about it.

"Who gave you this thing?"

I swallowed the swear words in my throat, pulled back the necklace and said calmly, "I bought it myself, does it look good?"

"Didn't you never wear jewelry?"

"I bought it when I saw it looked good on the side of the road. The price is not expensive anyway. I just wear it for fun."

Seeing Chen Feng's brows furrowed a little bit, I felt more and more uncertain, so I decided to kiss him unpreparedly, then deliberately hooked his neck and rubbed it lightly.

Not surprisingly, he heard his heavy breathing.

"It's still early, do you want to do it again?"

He said with restraint, "You have to go to work tomorrow."

The words were high-sounding, but the hands were already touching the bottom restlessly.I spurned his duplicity in my heart, and I also spurned my own dishonorable means.

Gu Mingsheng, Gu Mingsheng, in order to cover for you, I really sacrificed too much.

"Brother Lin Yao, are you planning to get married recently?"

During the lunch break, Zhao Quanshen's mysterious words almost made me choke on the water, "Who told you?"

He glanced at the ring finger of my left hand, with an expression of envy and disappointment, "The rings are all on, is it still far from getting married? Hey, I don't even have a girlfriend now."

I breathed a sigh of relief, just about to explain, but found that there was nothing to explain, so I could only say: "Don't think too much, he and I haven't reached that point yet."

Zhao Quan shook his head, "It's not here now, but it will be there in the future."

I touched the smooth cup wall, and there was still a residual warmth from my fingertips, "It's hard to talk about feelings... All in all, I won't get married."

Zhao Quan didn't seem to understand, and I didn't want to say more, so I dropped other topics, and started to listen to him crying while chatting, but the content was a bit dumbfounding.

"Brother Lin Yao, look, the ball is really gone!"

I said, "It hasn't even been two months, did you pour something unclean into it?"

Zhao Quan was aggrieved and angry, "How is it possible! I didn't do anything except watering and basking in the sun. How can you say that Qiuqiu is so well-behaved?"

Qiuqiu is the potted cactus raised by Zhao Quan. At this moment, the two main plants are reaching a high degree of unity, and they are both head-headed and listless.I wanted to laugh a little bit, but I thought it was not kind, so I held it back, looked at the pot of cactus with pity, and thought of the mental outlook when it had just arrived in Zhao Quan's hands, I was so sad.

Being able to survive for a month under Zhao Quan's buff, which is nothing, is considered a miracle of life.

After Zhao Quan left, I shared this matter with Jiang Qiushi.During this period of time, he was still as indifferent as before, as if the meal hadn't brought them closer.Although the content of the chat is more than before, the attitude is still so lukewarm, and it all depends on me working hard to warm up the scene.

In fact, I have never understood Jiang Qiushi's attitude towards me.No matter how straight a person is, he will feel something is wrong if he is so cared about by the same sex.But no matter how he hinted, Jiang Qiushi maintained a non-active, non-rejecting, and irresponsible attitude, as if he really regarded me as an enthusiastic junior and chatted peacefully.

It almost choked me out.

During the moment of entanglement, Jiang Qiushi had already replied: Is his cactus called Qiuqiu?

The obvious funny point is that Zhao Quan can raise the most tenacious cactus to death, but Jiang Qiushi's attention is particularly strange.I wanted to correct it, but I thought it was okay, so I typed and replied: Yes, it's quite cute.

Unexpectedly, Jiang Qiushi asked: What about yours?

I just wanted to say that I would not do such a naive thing as naming plants, but I didn’t know if there was a mistake, so I deleted the already typed content obsessively, and replied.

: My pot is called Qiuqiu.

I put down the phone and took a slow, deep breath. Unexpectedly, my courage grew day by day, and now I even dare to tease Jiang Qiushi.

How will he reply?

The high-spirited emotions did not occupy the high ground for two seconds before being replaced by anxiety.I looked at the cactus on the table affectionately, and I always felt that Jiang Qiushi's face flashed past my eyes from time to time.After a moment of stalemate, the screen finally lit up, and I quickly clicked on it to check, the little bud in my heart trembled, and couldn't help but say, 'That's it? ' shouted.

Jiang Qiushi: Very suitable for it.

"..."

How do I respond to this?

As expected of you, Mr. Jiang.

I turned off the phone, and it was rare that I didn't want to rush to say something. If I insisted on saying why, it was probably because I was tired.

I made the feelings so obvious, but Jiang Qiushi still didn't notice it at all.I sighed melancholy, and suddenly thought of Gu Mingsheng again, my eyelids twitched twice, and I came to a conclusion.

Straight men are indeed the most terrifying creatures in the world, because they are hateful straight men who do not know it.