Long Island High School

He Wenzhou thought that Song Jing would be strong without desires, without loopholes, but that day, the way he stood in the office with his head bowed scared him.In his heart, Song Jing shouldn't keep his head down, he should always raise his neck proudly.And once he lowered his head, he felt very uncomfortable, as if he had bullied him.

It turns out that Song Jing is also fragile and will be sad, not a "perfect person".

When he was indestructible, he looked at him as hateful; but once he was weak, he was so heartbroken that he was about to die.

He trembled for a few days, before Song Jing came to settle accounts with him, You Xing came to shake his arm first.

"Song, Song Jing... started a fight with someone! Are you sending someone?"

"fart!"

He rushed out, turned around and grabbed You Xing, shouting: "Where is it!"

"School, school gate..."

You Xing ran back and forth all the way, and he really couldn't keep up with him.

When He Wenzhou arrived at the school gate, there was no one there. There were some blood stains on the ground, and there were marks left by sticks.He Wenzhou's heart was beating wildly, and he suddenly had a bad premonition.He began to search frantically in the alleys around the school, and You Xing followed him to search with him. The more he searched, the more panicked he became, and the more he searched, the darker the sky, You Xing complained to him: "You don't have to be so hard to play..."

"I said I didn't do it!"

The corners of He Wenzhou's eyes were red, and he roared like a crazy trapped animal.

You Xing shut up.

Okay, okay, he is right anyway.He is right to torture people, he is right to bully people, and he is right to play tricks on people.It's unreasonable.This is He Wenzhou.

Who made him his cousin?No matter what, he still has to work hard and keep looking.

The two searched all the alleys around the school, even the dark places outside the courtyard wall. You Xing said that he might have gone home, but He Wenzhou concluded that he would not go back. How could he go home with his temper?It was getting darker and darker, and He Wenzhou's heart was broken.

On a street a few hundred meters away from the school, he finally saw Song Jing!

Song Jing's face was pale, and he looked very thin in the night. He walked step by step while holding on to the wall, as if his foot was injured, but he still held on and moved very slowly, but he moved firmly while holding on to the wall step by step. .

He is like a little ant walking on this traffic-filled street, so small.

He Wenzhou looked at his thin and stubborn back, and his heart was about to break.

He hurried over and helped him: "Brother, are you injured? Where did they beat you? Let's go to the hospital!"

Song Jing was sweating profusely as he walked in the night, his heart was in pain like boiling oil, the nerves in his scalp were jumping up and down, the pain was unspeakable.There was a breath in his throat, and he couldn't swallow it or spit it out. Just when he was about to collapse from the pain, he was supported by a pair of hot arms.

He turned his head and saw the face he didn't want to see the most at this moment.

And he still called him brother, as if nothing happened.How shameless and cruel it is to kill so innocently and innocently.

He broke away from his hand and let himself tense: "No need."

He Wenzhou became anxious: "Stop losing your temper at this time, let me see your feet, they are all swollen!"

He Wenzhou let out a soft cry of heartache. Song Jing's ankle was swollen like a steamed bun, and his school uniform was also dirty, with a sleeve torn.Song Jing was a literati, and he couldn't beat the group of social youths who flocked to him, so of course he had to run away.He ran in a panic, sprained his foot halfway, and hid in a corner to avoid being overtaken.

The house leak coincided with the continuous night rain. During this time, things happened one after another, and he really couldn't hold on anymore.

At this moment, looking at the culprit, he could only feel powerless: "He Wenzhou, is it interesting to play like this?"

He Wenzhou was stunned, and then blushed: "It's not me!"

"I don't care who it is, in short, I don't want to see you anymore. You go."

"elder brother!"

Song Jing pushed him away fiercely, and moved forward by himself.

He Wenzhou turned his head and stared at You Xing: "You go first!"

You Xing took a few steps back tremblingly, and helped him hold the bicycle.

"You really don't need me?"

"No, I can't get him with you."

"Ok."

You Xing also felt uncomfortable, hearing that he was called brother Song Jing, he felt strangely uncomfortable all over.Can you still call it that?It was sticky, and it seemed like a spoiled child with endless energy, and it made his skin tingle all over his body.

He left first, and He Wenzhou was shameless when he left.

He insisted on dragging Song Jing into the taxi half forcefully and half coaxingly. If Song Jing didn't go, he would lie on the ground and piss on the spot.The two were arguing and shoving in the street, almost fighting, causing the surrounding people to watch.Song Jing naturally refused to embarrass him with him, so he had to be dragged into the car by him and went straight to the hospital.

When he arrived at the hospital, Song Jing's feet were so swollen that he couldn't see.He Wenzhou went to the emergency room with him on his back, let the doctor see it, and took a picture. The nurse sister borrowed a wheelchair for them, and they talked and laughed with them while waiting for an old doctor to treat them.There were many people waiting in front of him, Song Jing didn't say anything in pain, just sweating.He Wenzhou firmly held his hand, letting him rely on himself with all his strength. Xia Tian's clothes were very thin, and the two of them were close to each other, and could feel each other's heat.Song Jing was dizzy from the pain, so the nurse helped him to sit on a table. The old doctor touched his ankle and said to him, "Hold on, man, don't scream."

Song Jing thought, how could he bark.

The old doctor twisted his ankle and it reset. He hissed in pain, and tightly held He Wenzhou's arm with one hand.He Wenzhou seemed to feel the pain too, he didn't dare to look at it, and sat back in the wheelchair with Song Jing, who was dripping with sweat, in his arms.

"Does it hurt?"

He Wenzhou asked pitifully.

Song Jing didn't even have the strength to shake his head.

So, I listened to the doctor's instructions on what to pay attention to, when to come for a review, and so on.After some work was done, the sky outside was already too dark.

Song Jing didn't want to go home, he didn't know where to go, he had no idea at all.He Wenzhou remembered that his mother had a house nearby, called a taxi, and forced Song Jing to be transported to that house.

When there were only two people left in a small high-rise apartment, Song Jing fell silent again.He was thinking about things, but he was thinking alone, fighting alone.

He Wenzhou helped him into that house, and he didn't know it; he sat on the sofa with him, and he didn't know it; he asked him if he was hungry or if he wanted to eat, but he didn't know it either.

His heart is very painful, and his heart is shaking. He has always lived on his face and honor, but now he has no face. The so-called honor is just the surface layer, and all the dirty and smelly things are underneath.He is actually just a waste that some people don't want, a superfluous person, he is proud in front of He Wenzhou, proud in front of everyone, with such a face, now that his face is gone, his dignity is gone, how can he survive.

He simply couldn't live.

He Wenzhou bullied him like this again, and everyone was going to kill him.

Holding his breath in his heart, he couldn't get up or down, his face was as pale as paper, and he was extremely thin.When he was busy, he was still able to control it, but now that he calmed down and sat on this sofa, the pain in his heart continued to flow up.

He Wenzhou sat on the sofa with him, and when he saw Song Jing was in a daze, a tear fell down his face.

Song Jing felt it in panic, and stretched out his hand to wipe it, and then he was astonished, another tear rolled down.

He rolled and wiped, in a hurry, full of shame and anger, but unfortunately the tears didn't obey the command, and flowed out in a torrent. Wept silently.

When he cried there, He Wenzhou's heart was gripped, and his intestines turned green with regret.

"Don't cry."

He reached out to catch his tears, then hurried to get a tissue again in fright.

Song Jing just cried, crying endlessly, forcing him to death, everyone was forcing him to death.

He buried his face, not letting He Wenzhou see it.

He Wenzhou was so heartbroken that he was at a loss what to do, and kept apologizing: "Baby, I was wrong, I'm a jerk! Hit me!"

He actually made Song Jing bully and cried.

He took his hand and slapped himself twice across the face.

Song Jing cried uncontrollably, his shoulders trembled faintly, his body twitched, damp and hot.

He Wenzhou half-kneeled on the ground: "Punish me! You can do whatever you want, you hit me, as long as you can vent your anger."

He Wenzhou wiped his tears with his hands, the tears were hot and flowed to his fingers.

He suddenly wanted to be a grown-up.

He used to always regard himself as a little boy, desperately plundering the love around him.Now, for Song Jing, he wants to become a man.Protect him, love him, love him.

He Wenzhou knelt on the ground and was about the same height as Song Jing.He snapped off all the lights, and the room was plunged into darkness.

He tentatively embraced Song Jing in his arms, squeezed his lips and called "relax", he was afraid that he would suffocate from crying, so he let him slowly lean into his arms, but he couldn't see him.

"Don't be afraid, there is no one here, and I can't see it."

The world is quiet and dark, and everything is submerged in darkness.

Song Jing could cry as much as he wanted, without covering up or being awkward, his biting lip turned white.

How sad it is to not even allow yourself to cry.

He Wenzhou nestled on the sofa with him, hugging him tightly, the sofa turned into a solitary boat, and they cuddled each other in the darkness.

Song Jing cried for a while, and the aggrieved energy in his whole body gradually broke out, and he finally felt much more comfortable in his heart.

Buried in the boy's arms, he felt like a little rabbit at first, knowing the shame, knowing the shame.

But he's a brand new little bunny.

He Wenzhou felt the movement in his arms, and pulled him a little away from his body. In the dark, he kissed the rabbit's forehead, gently licked away his remaining tears, and kissed his wet eyelashes and swollen eyes.He was in so much pain that he was dying of pain, and kissed him tenderly: "Don't cry, my heart will be broken when you cry."

Song Jing's face flushed, and he hiccupped from crying, his thinking was blunted, and he just looked at him blankly.

"Baby, actually we broke up that day, you were very sad, weren't you?"

He Wenzhou hugged him in the dark and let him lie in his arms.

Song Jing nodded blankly.

"You are talking nonsense, saying you don't want me, are you?"

Song Jing nodded again.

He Wenzhou put his arms around him, and wrapped the two of them together in a blanket, letting him hide in his gentle haven.

"I think it's the same. You always like to be brave. In fact, you feel so sad that you die, but you don't say it."

"I do not have……"

"Well, I have, and it's all my fault."

He Wenzhou smiled and kissed his forehead: "I thought you didn't love me anymore, that's why I made a fool of myself. I bullied you, and it was all my fault."

Song Jing said, "Yes."

Of course it was all his fault.

He Wenzhou whispered into his ear: "Actually, I lied last time. I like you. I like you no matter what you do. I like you losing your temper. I also like you ignoring me. I like your happy appearance. I also like you. You look angry, I still like you hitting me, am I a pervert?"

Song Jing's eyes moved to his face: "I don't know how to play, and I'm not interesting enough."

"I just like that you are so cool and different from others."

Song Jing bit her lip: "I'm also prone to say wrong things, which makes people very uncomfortable."

"It's okay. You are my wife. We are lovers. There is no overnight feud between lovers. If you quarrel, just quarrel."

"Bullshit."

Song Jing scolded him for calling him.

He Wenzhou said: "It's just that we can't quarrel like this in the future. From now on, we will limit the 24 hours, and we can't quarrel overnight. We must make up the next day, okay?"

Song Jing said, "Yes."

He Wenzhou said: "Then we're reconciled, okay?"

Song Jing thought for a while and asked, "Do you really not mind if I am strong? Can I not change?"

He Wenzhou glared at him: "Who said you changed? I just like your original appearance. Yesterday you were in the office, and my heart ached to death. I don't like your appearance. I like that you are always arrogant. I don't care. What I look like!"

"I don't care about others. With me, you don't need to change. Just be yourself. I like everything."

Song Jing bowed his head, and smiled softly after a while.

I feel relaxed all over, as if a big rock has been removed from my heart, no burden at all, and even breathing is much easier.

Unexpected, he really couldn't think of it.

Song Jing said softly: "I like you too."

He Wenzhou said: "What?"

Song Jing shut his mouth: "I won't say anything."

He Wenzhou stared at him and smiled, then kissed him: "Baby, you are so cute."

Song Jing's cheeks were hot, his heart was beating wildly, and he wanted to give him his whole heart unconsciously: "Well... how do you act like a baby?"

"Act like a baby? Do you want to learn to act like a baby?"

"I do not have!"

"You're dishonest. Actually, you don't need to be shy. You don't have to feel ashamed of what you say or do with me. We are the closest. With me, you can't feel free, so what's the use of me?"

Song Jing smiled lightly.

He Wenzhou felt his smile and felt that the whole sun was shining on him.

"It's very simple when you want to act like a baby, just come here and kiss me, kiss my lips, we agreed that after three kisses, everyone will stop being angry, okay? If you don't say it, you won't feel ashamed."

Song Jing thought for a while and said, "Okay."

He Wenzhou said: "Then you sprinkle one and I'll feel it."

Song Jing hesitantly moved forward slightly. In the darkness, no one could see anyone or his expression. His senses were amplified and his courage grew.

He raised his head slightly, and touched He Wenzhou's lips three times.

One, two, three.

The arms were also softly resting on the boy's body. At this moment, they were so close, flesh to flesh, heart to heart, incomparably close, tacit understanding.

He Wenzhou's scalp was numb, and his entire back was numb. Song Jing's acting like a baby was unbearable.

He was going to be overwhelmed with happiness.

"Baby, I love you, and I can't live without you. Let's not break up in the future."

Song Jing buried himself in his arms and responded in a low voice.

Song Jing at this moment was extraordinarily fragile and soft.

He knew that he was taking advantage of others.

But he wanted him, and he wanted it now.

The long-lost kiss was tossed between the two. He Wenzhou took his lips, rubbed and sucked them gently, and the two kissed tenderly, but the affection was so strong that it couldn't be separated.

From this moment on, Song Jing knew that he could not leave him.This was an exchange of power. Since then, He Wenzhou has choked his lifeline. If he wants him to live, he will live; if he wants him to die, he will die.The moisture in his eyes got heavier, because he couldn't bear such heart-piercing pain again, and he couldn't bear such a breakup again.

He is a cold and tough person who never bows his head.After this skinning, he was also subdued.

Song Jing felt a little sad, but also a little happy.

Because while power is being exchanged, it is certain that love is so strong.Love is so powerful and intense, it pushes back all rationality, and breaks the hard shell, leaving only love, he loves him, and He Wenzhou loves him too.

With this strong love, Song Jing can not be afraid, because He Wenzhou also gave himself to him.

They are delivered of life and death, without complaint or regret.

He Wenzhou slowly wiped away his tears with a tissue, then carried him to the bathroom to wash his face, and wiped it carefully with a towel.Song Jing's school uniform was torn, and he changed him into clean pajamas, which were left over from the last time he slept.

Song Jing's eyes were red and swollen, and his complexion was pale, but he became thinner in just a few days.

He Wenzhou asked him: "Are you hungry?