Long Island High School

He Wenzhou was very wronged, terribly wronged, that night, Song Jing still slept with his arms around him tenderly.He thought, if possible, break Song Jing's leg and let him sleep with his arms around him every day.

Song Jing's embrace was like the embrace of a relative, warm and sweet enough to make him sink into a deep dream.However, he couldn't break his leg, it wasn't impossible, but he just didn't want to break it for the time being, and he wanted to give him another chance.You can't go back and make up now.

Then, he can only bear it for two days.

These two days have really wronged him.

And Song Jing didn't know why, but he didn't come to apologize? !

It's not that Song Jing doesn't want to apologize, but that he doesn't know how to apologize.He began to fear that He Wenzhou would get angry, and when He Wenzhou got angry, his heart would ache.Watching his expression with trepidation, he dealt with it cautiously, but in the end he was wrong.

Song Jing felt very helpless.

But helpless also have to coax.

Who made him wrong.

Song Jing specially lined up in the morning to buy He Wenzhou's favorite crab noodle dumplings. When He Wenzhou arrived at school, he put the still warm steamed buns on He Wenzhou's table in front of the students who were about to go to school early.

Liu Pei came to check the morning reading, he didn't care about what to say, he just let it go in a hurry, and gave He Wenzhou a concerned look.When He Wenzhou was stared at by him, his heart warmed up a little, but his face was not fake.

The first Chinese class and the second Chinese self-study class are both Liu Pei's classes.No one dared to desert, and Song Jing was so anxious that he watched Liu Pei three times in one class. He wanted to look back to see if He Wenzhou had eaten the buns, but he didn't find time.

The bell rang for the end of get out of class, and there were exercises between classes. When I turned around, He Wenzhou had disappeared.He made an exception and turned on his phone and sent him a message: [Have you had breakfast yet? ]

There was no reply all morning.

He Wenzhou was going home at noon, and so was he, both of them were day students.I didn't see him at noon either.

There were four full classes in the afternoon, and Song Jing kept worrying about it, but he was always serious about his lessons.Even though he was worried that He Wenzhou didn't reply to his text messages, he controlled himself not to turn on the phone.As soon as he arrived at the activity class, he immediately turned on the phone to check the text messages.

He Wenzhou didn't reply, it was a fight with him.

In the third year of high school, He Wenzhou spent more than half of his time in the studio.The activity class is naturally absent.

Everyone bowed their heads and wrote vigorously, even the experimental class.Even the naughtiest student knows to cover up with a book in activity class.

Song Jing never felt that a day was so long, and he couldn't bear to watch his homework.He became the most absent-minded student in the class, looking at his watch after a while, his heart fluttering, thinking about how He Wenzhou is doing now.Is he okay, has he eaten or not, is he still angry?One must know that He Wenzhou would not eat when he was angry.

He Wenzhou was so angry that he didn't eat. He Wenzhou was so hungry, but he didn't know what was wrong, but he was worried about him.He wouldn't die of starvation if he didn't eat a meal, but he was worried to death thinking that he didn't eat.

He Wenzhou is no longer punishing himself, but him.

He was ravaging him, crushing his heart.

He is revenge.

He thought about it anxiously for a long time. Although he knew that He Wenzhou was taking revenge, he still loved him and cared about him.He didn't want He Wenzhou to be sad at all, He Wenzhou frowned, his world was thunderstorms, He Wenzhou smiled, his world was spring blossoms.How much he wanted He Wenzhou to be happy and carefree.

Love has made him out of place, involuntarily.

He couldn't write a single word anymore, and it would be a torment to wait a second longer.He sent another message to He Wenzhou, asking him to meet after school.

Today is Friday, after the activity class, we will have a holiday.The dormitory students all took their luggage and were going to go back to their respective homes as soon as the get out of class bell was rung.

When He Wenzhou received the message in the studio, he saw that the sky was overcast, as if it was going to rain.He closed the phone and ignored the text message.

Doesn't Song Jing dislike sending him messages?Then he won't send it, let him taste the taste of not being answered.

Isn't Song Jing heartless?Then he ignored him and let him experience the feeling of being ignored.

No matter what Song Jing did to him, now that he is standing up and making the decision, he will take revenge!

He wanted to be more ruthless and ignored him at night, but before six o'clock, he came out of the studio slowly and waited outside the classroom.

People in the classroom left in twos and threes. Song Jing saw him standing outside the window, and hurriedly packed up his things and went out.

The two hadn't seen each other for several days, and they didn't know what to say when they saw each other like this.

Song Jing and he walked out of the teaching building side by side. It was dark early in autumn, but in the blink of an eye, it became dark again.

Song Jing didn't speak, but He Wenzhou raised his head proudly and didn't speak.

Walked to the eaves, where the two had their first kiss.

Song Jing felt something in his heart and asked him, "Have you eaten yet?"

"No."

He Wenzhou said coldly.

"are you hungry?"

"You still care about me?"

Song Jing sighed, feeling pain in his heart: "Why would I ignore you, let's go eat first, okay?"

He Wenzhou came up full of grievances: "It's been so long, you're only taking care of me now? These days, I can't eat or sleep, so you're going to take care of me now?"

Song Jing was speechless.

"You are too angry."

"Is it because I am angry? Or are you indifferent? You are so heartless that you still blame me?"

To say that Song Jing is heartless is really wronging him.But where did his heart fall, doesn't he understand?

Seeing Song Jing's recalcitrant attitude, He Wenzhou became even angrier: "Are you here to apologize?"

Song Jing originally wanted to apologize, but he didn't think there was anything wrong. If he was wrong, it was because he fell asleep and didn't see his text message?

"Wen Zhou, I think you don't have to wait for each other's text messages at night, just say good night and go to bed, do you think that's okay?"

"not good!"

Not only did he not apologize, but he also took the bottom line and simply shirked his responsibility!

"I'm tired of coming back to you twice a day."

He Wenzhou's eyes widened: "You just said you love me, you're so tired."

Song Jing frowned: "I don't think it's necessary to talk about it every day."

"Hahaha!"

He Wenzhou couldn't believe it, he said "love me is not necessary" to Song Jing?

"get out."

Song Jing didn't roll, but he was very calm. His heart couldn't stand the ups and downs of pain and manipulation, so he simply returned to the past and dealt with it calmly.

"See if you can accept what I said. If you can accept it, we will continue. If you can't accept it, let's talk about it today..."

He Wenzhou was trembling with anger: "You promised to think of me and love me every day, but you can't do it yourself, and now you come to ask me again, Song Jing, do you still have a conscience?!"

Song Jing said: "When I promised you, I tried my best to do it, but I couldn't do it once or twice, and I don't think it would be like this."

"It's your fault and you still don't admit it!"

"What's wrong with me?"

Listen, he still speaks sternly, feeling that he is innocent!

Song Jing raised his head with a cold expression.That fair face, how lovely it was before, is now so hateful.

He Wenzhou said: "You are right, I am wrong, and my mistake is falling in love with you. You heartless thing!"

Song Jing saw that his veins were bursting with anger, his eyes were sad, and he settled down: "You also know me."

"I not only want to know, I want you to tell!"

Song Jing's heart turned cold again: "Don't force me."

"Is it that hard to just answer a text message?"

Song Jing said: "It's very difficult to come back every day."

"You don't love me at all! You don't think about me at all! Right? These days, you really are lying to me!"

Song Jing only felt nasty and naive when he heard him say whether he loves or not.

"Calm down."

After saying this, he turned around and left.While the two were talking, it was getting dark.Walking out of the eaves, I heard He Wenzhou roaring behind me, like a wounded beast, wheezing and wheezing, unable to breathe.

But he didn't feel wronged, and he didn't feel sorry for him. He Wenzhou was a demon, and he attracted everyone around him, clinging to him, entwining him, getting tighter and tighter, almost suffocating.

For a moment, he really wanted to run away.

Can't turn back, this time turning around, he will be entangled and bound by him again, give him all his heart, and let him rub it round and flat.

He can't look back, even if he is in a relationship, he must have his principles and can't compromise on everything.

Song Jing left him in the dark wilderness again.

In the night, so dark, so dark.

Boundless, endless despair and helplessness, flooding his toes, flooding the top of his head.

He felt suffocated and terrified.

Song Jing didn't care what he cared about.

He regarded it as a god, but Song Jing abandoned it like a shoe.

He loves him so much, he just walks away.

Another departure, another betrayal.

He Wenzhou's pupils are getting darker and bigger, like a deep pool, like a ghost.

Love, warmth, sweetness.

With the extinguishment of the light, fall into the abyss of hell.

All died.

He Wenzhou pursed his mouth like a child, so wronged and sad, as if he had been forgotten by his mother countless times and abandoned in the summer garden.

The pedestrians and vehicles coming and going did not have a single face, which he knew.

It started to rain, Song Jing went to the playground, his heart was still hard; when he walked to the tree-lined road, the rain fell on his face, and he still felt that he was right; when he walked out of the school gate, under the hazy light under the platform, the raindrops danced lightly , spinning and falling.

He suddenly remembered that he abandoned He Wenzhou in the deserted garden, threw away the umbrella in his hand, and ran back!