Long Island High School

He Wenzhou followed Lingyan away, just like a tired bird returning to its nest, the adults lead the children home, no matter how much trouble there is outside, he will always go home.

The two communicated on and off, Ling Yan was not afraid of someone beside him, but she was afraid of him being tempted.Because He Wenzhou didn't care, the only thing he gave her was nostalgia.But recently, He Wenzhou has been really a little strange. First, he didn't come to her for several months without any reason. Then she got angry and didn't go to him for a long time, and he didn't ask.When he heard that there was a girl by his side, she rushed over angrily, and He Wenzhou also followed suit in an easy-going manner without complaint.They were back together again as if they had never been together.She really didn't know what he was thinking.

He Wenzhou didn't look for another girl, and followed Ling Yan obediently, as if he really took heart.After school, Ling Yan came to him, and he packed up his things.Ling Yan took his hand, and he turned his head three times a step, wanting to look at Song Jing, but all he saw was that cold and arrogant silhouette.

Lonely, lonely.

This time when we parted, it was no longer angry, but bored.As stuffy as the weather, and unknown sadness.

Maybe it's just that I don't have any intersection with him anymore.

Towards the end of the term, the atmosphere in the classroom became more and more tense and depressing.Liu Pei kept repeating the importance of the third-year exam, and even stared at it at six o'clock in the morning and ten o'clock in the evening. Even He Wenzhou felt the pressure.

It rained a few more times, and it was still hot after the rain, and I was sweating all over.The overhead fan squeaks like an old car, and it's not sure when it will fall.The first few rows still eat chalk dust, and the teachers are flying around, emphasizing the important points that will be wrong hundreds of times.

Song Jing seems to never change, never to be shaken, writing on the blackboard at the same time every day.He Wenzhou looked at him, thinking how long had it been since they spoke, a week?two weeks?a month?

It's been a long time without speaking or talking.Is he forged?Even myself felt a little uncomfortable.His face was still dead, cold and expressionless.

He Wenzhou looked at the back unconsciously, scribbled a few strokes, crumbled the paper in his hand, and threw it away.

The weather is still hot, hotter in the afternoon.The cicadas outside the window chirped knowingly, as if there was no end to it.He Wenzhou left, and the sight behind him disappeared. Song Jing breathed a sigh of relief for no reason, feeling that the clothes on his back were wet.

In the last class, the weather suddenly became overcast, and in an instant, the clouds were dense, and the wind and rain were about to come.When you know it, you stop screaming, the fan doesn't turn on, the cool wind outside the window is mixed with a few raindrops blowing in, and it's cold to collect your clothes. Let's all go back to our respective homes and find our mothers!

At this time, everyone can't wait to run home, and when they come home, their mother will greet them, have hot rice and hot bath, and sleep soundly in the cool night when they don't have to go to self-study.

As for Song Jing, he packed his things in a leisurely manner.He is always homeless.My parents are doctors in big cities, and I brought my younger brother, and only came back to see him during Chinese New Year and holidays since elementary school.He lives in Christian's grandma's house, the family rules are strict and deserted.When I go back, I just face my grandmother who is reticent and serious like a monk, and there is nothing to look forward to.

Unexpectedly, when I went out, it was raining heavily, and the crackling raindrops poured down from the sky like an assembly line. Once I went out, the wind and the wind would blow everyone away.The mottled brick walls of the teaching building were soaked in a large area, and the ivy on the courtyard wall swayed and swayed in the wind.The entire campus was silent in the huge rain curtain, except for the overwhelming sound of rain, there was nothing.

In the evening and dusk, the sky was dark and heavy, and Song Jing stood under the eaves of the porch, staring at the pouring rain and became dazed.

At some point, a person suddenly broke into the corridor, with a schoolbag on his head, and his whole body was drenched.Seeing him, both sides were startled.

Song Jing's whole body tensed immediately, and he took a step back, as if he was some dirty thing.

He Wenzhou was a little uncomfortable, his throat was dry: "You haven't left yet?"

Song Jing said, "Yes."

The two froze in the corridor, and He Wenzhou slapped the rain on his body.These few days Song Jing was living under his nose, he didn't pay much attention to it, but he knew all his whereabouts.It was raining heavily, and he was anxious. He waited at the bus station for a long time, but he didn't see Song Jing coming out, so he went back to look for it.Just as he was about to say something, Song Jing suddenly held up an umbrella and was about to leave.

He Wenzhou said, "Do you hate me that much?"

Song Jing was taken aback, then turned around: "What do you think?"

He Wenzhou became angry when he heard his cold tone, and also put on an indifferent attitude.

"I'm like this, I can't change it."

"Well, you can be considered self-aware."

"You despise me from the bottom of your heart."

"What do you have to look up to?"

He didn't care if Ling Yan said a hundred words to him, but he couldn't bear Song Jing said a word to him.He Wenzhou turned his head, his eyes were terribly gloomy: "It turns out that after so long, I still hate you in your heart."

Song Jing raised his head: "Yes, I hate it. I don't want to see you at all."

"No matter what I do, you think I'm trash."

"Yes, you are a waste, a scum."

He Wenzhou went over and slammed him against the wall. The rain from the corridor came in and hit Song Jing's pale face.

He Wenzhou twisted his neck: "Then you are such a high-ranking fairy, don't accept scum's paintings!"

Song Jing broke his fingers with difficulty breathing: "What painting, I threw it away..."

"I do not believe!"

"You are with me... nothing at all..."

He Wenzhou rushed forward to stop his mouth, and bit his lips hard.Not at all!He lied!

He Wenzhou gnawed at his lips like a wolf, devouring the breath in his mouth.He hates, but also loves, he doesn't know what to do, so he has to punish him severely.The two kissed wolfily in the rain, and the rain was so beating that they couldn't open their eyes.Song Jing only felt that his head was hot, he was confused, he was confused, his hot and powerful tongue was like a big fish, swimming and plundering in his mouth.He couldn't catch him, so he opened his mouth to bite.Biting also stumbled, almost biting his own tongue.He opened his mouth even further, and let the big fish come in and stir and play, making him dizzy with anger.

The two gnawed at each other for a while, He Wenzhou pinched his chin, licked his tongue, and sucked his tongue hard at the end, the two separated their lips and tongues, making a "pop" sound.

He Wenzhou's hair was wet from the rain, and he glanced at him with star-like eyes.

Song Jing was out of breath, his face was pale from the rain, his clothes were messy, and his white and thin collarbone was showing.

"What do you mean?"

Song Jing managed to remain calm.

He Wenzhou's heart beat like a drum: "What do you mean?"

"You... what are you doing?!"

Song Jing stumbled and couldn't speak.

He Wenzhou sucked on his lips again: "I kiss you."

"You, you... bastard!"

Song Jing couldn't catch his breath, and said again: "Bastard!"

He couldn't even curse, and was shaking with anger.

He Wenzhou grabbed his arm, blocked him under the eaves again, and kissed him.This time, it was no longer an unreasonable and unreasonable kiss. The boy teased his tongue, licking and sucking at him like eating candy. He Wenzhou ate his saliva, and he ate He Wenzhou's. The two kissed hot and wet, and the rain ran down their cheeks and gathered below the collarbone.The neckline of the skirt was hot, Song Jing had never experienced this kind of intimacy, it seemed that his soul was captured, the bone marrow was sucked out from the inside out, and the scalp was numb from the intimacy.A bolt from the blue strikes his pure and innocent mind for more than ten years, and it turns out that kissing is like this.No wonder those people love to be so close.In the end, He Wenzhou grabbed his tongue and sucked it over and over again, but nothing was enough.The mouth was slightly opened, like two powerful suctions, which made his cheeks sore from the kiss.

Unable to tell whether it was embarrassing or what, he struggled in his arms, the soft fragrance of soft jade, as if he was about to refuse or welcome, so that He Wenzhou was pressed against him, and the two bodies were so intimately attached to each other that there was no gap between them. No.

When He Wenzhou withdrew reluctantly, feeling the ups and downs of his chest.Song Jing was gasping for breath, her cheeks were flushed, her head was swollen, and she no longer had the ability to attack.

He Wenzhou buried his neck, put his arms around his waist: "You smell so sweet..."

Song Jing's cheeks turned redder.

Rain mixed with the heat of Song Jing's body, it is a kind of misty and alluring fragrance.He Wenzhou had never smelled such a beautiful and fragrant smell. When he was very young, the dresses his mother had dried in the yard had this smell. Later, it seemed that You Weimin had this smell.

He was indulging in this charming fragrance, and then he burrowed into Song Jing's neck.

Song Jing pushed hard, trying to push him away.

He Wenzhou hugged him tightly in fear, rested his head on his shoulder weakly, and said in a low hoarse voice: "I really miss you, I can't live without you. I've tried with others, but it still hurts. I only want you, Can you just let me be by your side?"

Song Jing was so sad that he was exhausted, he struggled a little, but he didn't break away, and the two hugged each other in the rain.

Song Jing didn't know how long it took before he came to his senses. It was already dark and there was no one in the school.It was still raining, He Wenzhou hugged him and did not let go.

Song Jing cleared his throat and said, "Get out of the way."

He Wenzhou buried himself in his neck with attachment, and said, "Don't let me go."

Song Jing became furious from embarrassment and refused to let him be presumptuous.Pushing it out fiercely, looking at the gap and breaking free from his arms, he let out a long breath.

Do you really want to fall in love with him?How do men talk to men?But don't talk about it, let's not talk about He Wenzhou, he can't bear it himself.

Yes, he refused to admit it, he was afraid.

The meticulous tormenting kung fu ravaged him from the inside out.First, when you enter, you will be beaten, and you will be beaten with your arms and legs; All over him, leaving him nowhere to hide, no way to escape.When he came out, he had already been packed properly.His emotional ups and downs have never been great, and he has never been so angry, so uncomfortable, so anxious and worried about his gains and losses.

Song Jing raised his eyelids and glanced at him.At one point, he thought it was a conspiracy.

But not like.

He Wenzhou probably really loves him.

First, he couldn't allow the torture to continue.

He Wenzhou looked at his expression, afraid of being abandoned by him: "Didn't you go back on your word again?"

Song Jing pondered for a long time before saying a single word: "I..."

"If you want to abandon me all the time, it doesn't matter what you say, I'm really sad."

Song Jing said: "I didn't say..."

He Wenzhou sullenly said, "You have."

"I do not have."

"You are no worse than you are!"

"you……"

Song Jing couldn't talk to him, so he stopped talking and went home.

When he went home, He Wenzhou also went home, and he was still attached to go home.On the way, He Wenzhou wanted to hold his hand, but he pushed him away several times, then pulled him back on the bus.He Wenzhou was sitting next to Song Jing. Song Jing was looking at the light outside the window, and He Wenzhou secretly held his hand without knowing it.The soft phalanxes spread out on his hands, and his fingers interlocked. He Wenzhou was very satisfied, and Song Jing's ears turned red at some point.