Long Island High School

Within a few days, another rumor appeared in the school.He Wenzhou took the girl into and out of the studio, and removed all his belongings from the studio.The girl seemed to be from outside, dressed very punk, wearing sunglasses, chewing gum and got into He Wenzhou's car.Someone heard that the girl was the daughter of a certain bureau chief, and it turned out that someone was looking for someone.The children of a family like them seem to be able to arouse the interest of the public to gossip. The picture of He Wenzhou driving the girl in a racing car suddenly broke out on the Internet.

News is always momentary, and the campus is covered with new gossip.Song Jing was forgotten in a blink of an eye and became He Wenzhou's past tense.While everyone scolded He Wenzhou for being a scumbag, they also gossiped about his predecessors.There are many exes with backgrounds and stories, and those secrets seem to arouse everyone's interest.When everyone talked about Song Jing again, it was just a sigh.Children from rich families, why not play?

The school couldn't bear He Wenzhou's scandal anymore, and it caused a very bad influence. Even He Jiaqi was named by the superiors and asked him to go home and educate the children well.He Jiaqi was afraid that he would do something even more outrageous, so she immediately went through the formalities for him to go abroad.The school also punished him by dissuading him from leaving. As for Song Jing, let's go home and stay for a while.

However, Song Jing didn't stay at home obediently. The college entrance examination was approaching, so he couldn't stay at home so he went to school as usual.Gossip and gossip in school can eat people, everyone's curious eyes and pointing are like a net, engulfing him and falling into the whirlpool.A person like him who usually cares about face the most is not shameless at this time, no matter how good-for-nothing ridicules, he keeps his face sullen and unmoved.As if he had a thicker skin, what he was once a good student would only bring him more embarrassment. When he was copying the big questions on the back blackboard in the activity class, someone suddenly said: We dare not use your solution. What if homosexuality is also contagious.There was laughter in the classroom...

"The brains of Xueba are different from ours."

"He Wenzhou's male partner is him?"

"I've been abandoned, I have several new lovers."

A lot of good-natured people even came to visit outside his class, and other boys would follow him for a while when they saw him on the way home from school.Even the way the teachers looked at him changed, sighing that a piece of raw jade was so dirty and depraved.The head teacher talked to him once, and he stood there silently, with no intention of leaving school.Because his grades have always been very good, and he is one of the few students that the school pays close attention to, the head teacher didn't make things difficult for him anymore.

In May, apart from the increasingly tense studies, Song Jing also endured the slander of unimaginable rumors at this age.Because He Wenzhou walked away, the pressure of public opinion naturally concentrated on him, making it almost impossible for him to move.Everyone's curiosity about He Wenzhou was also transferred to him. Where did He Wenzhou go? Is He Wenzhou gay? Have you ever been to He Wenzhou's house?What is his family like?Is his father XXX?Do you fall in love like ordinary men and women...

"when are we leaving."

"tomorrow."

"Where?"

"England."

Song Jing nodded: "Alright."

There is only the overwhelming sound of rain. In the past, they could talk endlessly about their love, but now they have nothing to say and no way to talk about it.

Song Jing looked at him: "Don't you have anything to say to me?"

He Wenzhou was silent.

He had darkened and thinned, and was dressed in a black tracksuit and drenched from head to toe like a ghost.A ghost with sores and pus crawling out of the darkness.

During these days, no, since a long time ago, he couldn't eat or sleep for the past six months. His soul was bit by bit emptied, filled with dirtier and smellier things, and became cold, numb, cruel and indifferent.

He seems to be a different person.

Song Jing saw that he was hopeless.

"He Wenzhou, I just want to know if everything about Xiangshan is fake?"

Song Jing went straight to the point. In the end, he didn't want to listen to anyone, he only wanted him to say.

"No."

In the heavy rain, the only majestic sound was the sound of rain, but He Wenzhou's voice was still very clear.

However, he then smiled, raised his eyes viciously and said, "Brother, you don't think we'll be together forever, do you?"

"How can someone like me be with you?"

"I just want to play with you. I didn't expect you to be so serious. I still have infinite possibilities in the future. I can't hang on your tree. For you, I will lose the whole forest."

He tilted his head and chuckled, cruel and innocent: "What I said in Beijing is not false, it's just that the times have changed, and I don't want to play anymore."

Song Jing took a step back tremblingly, thinking that he was a ghost, a black hole that was going to suck people into it.He Wenzhou couldn't hold his umbrella, and the two of them were exposed to the heavy rain together.

How cool is the rain this summer.

He Wenzhou smiled: "It's really hard for you to chase after me. It's really tiring for me to succeed after chasing Xiangshan."

"It's not interesting at all..."

Song Jing's eye sockets were moist and hot, but tears accumulated in a flash.He barely opened those big eyes, forced them back, and said, "Okay, you can tell me the truth."

He Wenzhou was cold all over, stuck motionless in the rain.

Song Jing took out a thick notebook and several exercise books from his schoolbag.

"It was originally intended to be handed over to you after your school exam, but it's useless now, but I'll give it to you anyway."

These are the notes he made for him in the past six months, sorting out the wrong questions, summarizing the key points, and he wrote a book so densely. Usually, He Wenzhou is not around, and he helps him memorize it. It makes it easier for him to read and adds a lot of fun. sex.A few exercise books are also the focus of his review, which he selected from the bookstore.Now, all the painstaking efforts are in vain.

"I don't want the things I left at your house. I will pack the gifts and things you bought and send them to you."

Song Jing was very clear, explaining everything one by one.

"Those are useless to me, I don't want them anymore."

Song Jing said, "Then I'll throw it in the trash can."

"If you want to be so ruthless, I can't help it."

Song Jing turned and went upstairs, braved the rain and took a volunteer form from home.

"Your, I didn't move, so I'll give it back to you now."

"And yours?"

"I've handed it in."

"You didn't wait for me?"

Song Jing was silent.

At the beginning, the two made an appointment to fill it out together, so it turned out that he had already handed it in.How early is it?Before that, or before he comes back?

He Wenzhou is holding his empty volunteer form. On the back side, he probably used too much force with the pen. The words Peking University are still printed on it. It seems that the person who wrote it has thought it over and described it for a long time. He understands everything. up.

Humiliation, remorse, grief and indignation all rushed towards him violently.He seems to be victorious, but he is still as humble and shameless as an ant in front of him.

He is still that high-ranking Song Jing, and he is still clinging to his pride at this time.

He is still that useless scum, who is always looked down upon by him.

Song Jing never changed his course for him, never changed his course for love, never made the slightest concession, and he even enjoyed teasing him.

Who played with whom?

He Wenzhou said: "Okay, you are so cold-hearted, no one can change you."

Song Jing said, "It's good that you know."

He Wenzhou said: "Just stay cold-blooded like this forever, I wish you can find someone who can endure your cold-bloodedness."

"You don't have to worry about that."

He Wenzhou choked on a mouthful of blood in his throat, as if in a daze, very good, very good.

"Is there anything else you can say?"

Song Jing asked him.

"Nothing."

"Then you go."

"Okay, I'll go."

He Wenzhou stood there, the rain was pouring on his face, the overwhelming rain made the whole city dark.

The umbrella was blown to the side by the wind, and he still wanted to wait for a little turnaround, but Song Jing also stood there with a blank expression, just like the invulnerable and indestructible countless times in the past.

"Aren't you going to be sad?"

He Wenzhou roared in the rain.

Song Jing calmly said: "I have always been like this."

He Wenzhou turned his head and rushed into the rain.

Until he walked for a long time, the street lights began to light up one by one.The rain was like a dense thread under the light, and the tears in Song Jing's eyes came out and flowed down violently.

He turned around and let the tears mix with the rain, making his heart as cold as iron.

That's all.

That's how they ended.

That night, He Wenzhou never fell asleep.Early in the morning, he set off for Jinan by car, from Jinan to Beijing, stayed in Beijing for a few days, and flew to London.

He didn't want anyone, he went through the formalities alone, stayed in the hotel alone, and passed the security check alone.He dragged the two big suitcases so that they almost flew up. After checked in, he still had a small suitcase and a schoolbag. The battery of his mobile phone was dead. The airport was deserted at night.He took out his computer, and the battery was almost dead. He was alone at the airport, his eyes were full of strangers, and he almost lost contact with the outside world.Uncertainty about the future, loneliness and helplessness, he never suffered.He is afraid, and there are always many fears, fear of loneliness, fear of not being lively, fear of not having friends, fear of being unloved.Afraid of not being able to find accommodation in a foreign country, not being able to speak English, not being able to find a tutor... He fiddled with the translator, trying to insert another battery in it, afraid of being alone, afraid of losing the home, afraid of returning home, and parents will be separated. Get married and don't want him anymore, afraid that Song Jing will forget him.

He never came back, the road ahead was bleak, and he was too scared.

He hugged the notebook Song Jing gave him, only this notebook was the warmest thing.It proves that Song Jing has passed his test, the most difficult test in life, at the most critical moment, he never let go of his hand, never thought of abandoning him.

Family affection can betray him, parents can abandon him, what else will not be lost.How cruel this world deprived him of all his love and abandoned him in the wilderness.Only Song Jing stood there all the time, like a ray of light, which became the background color of his life and always illuminated his progress.

His only remaining warmth.

He stroked the notebook carefully, flipping through the pages, yearning for Song Jing's handwriting and Song Jing's temperature.The announcement at the airport sounded, and in the middle of the night, he got up and went to queue with the book in his arms, when a button suddenly fell out from between the title pages.

Transparent, boxy buttons.

It was the second button of Song Jing's shirt, which was wrapped with silk thread between the title pages, clearly marked "Song Jing's button", and given to him together with the notebook.

He asked for it for a long time, and promised to give himself a button after graduation.

It was hidden in the notebook by Song Jing long ago.

He Wenzhou cried bitterly at the airport.