Xia Lang

When I saw it clearly, I ran away without a trace.

Facing the cool night wind, passing through the bright moonlight, the two teenagers holding hands ran on the deserted streets, and a vigorous wind blew up wherever they passed.

Their hands and feet were synchronized, panting, but they never stopped, as if they were going to elope hand in hand to the ends of the earth, a world where only the two of them were in it.

When he was about to pass by the bus stop, Song Linju saw that the people in front were just running forward without any intention of slowing down, so he grabbed Li Zhaozhuo with all his strength.

Li Zhaozhuo, who was forced to stop, turned his head and asked him without knowing why, "What's wrong?"

Song Linju was a little helpless, pointed to the station next to the lighted sign, and reminded: "Bus."

What car?

Vigorous exercise and some excitement caused blood to surge up, and his brain was buzzing. Li Zhaozhuo, who was a little dazed, subconsciously looked at Song Linju's pointing.

Ah... the bus.

Yes, they still have to take the bus back.

Li Zhaozhuo smiled awkwardly, "...I forgot."

He held Song Linju's hand and ran forward like he was dying. Although he was very tired, he was so happy that he didn't pay attention to the surrounding environment. He just wanted to keep holding Song Linju's hand, forward, forward, and throw everything behind.

Song Linju also raised the corners of his mouth.

It's rare to see him so dazed, and it's quite amusing.

Before walking to the platform, Li Zhaozhuo easily opened Song Linju's hot hand, put it in his jacket pocket, and held the wired earphone.

"Wear more in the future, your hands are too cold."

Obviously he let go first, but it seemed like something was missing.

Seeing that Li Zhaozhuo wanted to take off his coat and put it on for him, Song Linju shook the sweaty palms of his hands and explained, "I'm not cold, but my hands feel cold when it's cold. It's an old problem."

It's hard for his hands to sweat on a hot day, let alone now, this is probably the sweat from Li Zhaozhuo's palms before.

With the help of the dim streetlight next to the light sign, Li Zhaozhuo saw the bangs on Song Linju's forehead covered with sweat, probably from the heat from running just now, so he believed what Song Linju said was not cold.

Li Zhaozhuo helped him brush his messy bangs, seeing that there was no one around, he held Song Linju's hand again.

After a while, his hands were still sweating, and Song Linju's hands became cold again.

But for Li Zhaozhuo, who was sweating, it was quite comfortable and cool.

He just wanted to warm Song Linju's hands, not shake hands.

Feeling that Song Linju wanted to withdraw his hand, Li Zhaozhuo comforted him in a low voice: "It's okay, no one will see."

As he spoke, Li Zhaozhuo pulled Song Linju back until his back quickly touched the light board behind him, and then put their handshake behind him.

They were so close that they couldn't see much at all, and the unraveled coats just blocked them. If they weren't too close, they wouldn't be able to see their holding hands at all.

Song Linju also looked around and saw that there was no one there, so he let him go.

Seeing that he was no longer struggling, Li Zhaozhuo looked at the flickering lights on the opposite street, his eyes moved slightly, and his hands moved slowly.

Song Linju thought he was looking for a relatively comfortable position, so he didn't pay much attention.

I never thought that his fingers would squeeze into his fingers little by little, gentle and firm.

Different from the soft and tough contact, one party completely holds the other in the palm of the hand, and the slightest friction will cause red ears and heartbeats like electric shocks.

In fact, Song Linju's hands are not much smaller than Li Zhaozhuo's, but they are slender and small, and the fingers of two boys of the same age are intertwined, which is an even match.

In addition, the two of them are not twitchy, pampered young masters, when they touch each other, their calluses rub against each other, bringing out patches of green itching.

Song Linju knew that he wanted to warm his hands, even though he hadn't expected the intimate gesture of clasping fingers behind him, but Song Linju just glanced sideways at Li Zhaozhuo, who was pretending to be serious, and his slightly stiff fingers slowly closed. On Li Zhaozhuo's knuckles.

you are my ideal type

Sensing Song Linju's silent response, the corners of Li Zhaozhuo's mouth hooked slightly, and his hands tightened.

The two hands clasped behind her were like clams with pearls inside, tightly closed.

The beating of their respective muscles and veins was transmitted from the tightly pressed hands to each other, allowing them to clearly feel each other's heartbeat frequency in a quiet environment, and the sound of chaotic breathing gradually became consistent.

When the two of them had almost recovered their breathing, the bus, which was almost deserted, arrived late.

The two didn't panic, they just let go of the hands that were clasped behind their backs tacitly. Because of the sweat on their palms, it was still a little difficult to separate.

The two put coins into the car one after the other, and found two empty seats side by side to sit down.

As soon as he sat down, his phone vibrated. Li Zhaozhuo thought that someone had sent him a message. He turned on the phone and saw that it was the "Earphones for half of you" campaign pushed by Netease Cloud.

Li Zhaozhuo had a flash of inspiration the moment he turned off the phone screen.

He skillfully clicked on the phone a few times, and suddenly thought of something, he turned the hand that wanted to open his schoolbag, took out a black earphone from his coat pocket, inserted it into the earphone jack, and put the left earphone on for himself.

After adjusting the volume to an appropriate level, Li Zhaozhuo gently inserted the other earphone into Song Linju's ear.

Song Linju, who turned his head to look at the scenery passing by the window, felt his ears swell, and then there was a soft piano sound mixed with a low male voice from his ears.

"Listen to music?"

How can anyone plug in the earphones first and then ask people if they want to listen to music?

But Song Linju didn't care, and also replied in a low voice: "Listen."

Immediately, I screwed the somewhat loose earphones into my ears, and the sound of the piano became louder, filling my ear cavities to the brim.

After plugging in the earphones, Li Zhaozhuo didn't look away, but still looked at Song Linju. Although there was only a simple earphone cable, it was difficult for him to look away.

The mixed light and shadow swayed from the side, and the thin black earphone line hanging around Song Linju's fair neck seemed to be some kind of sexy jewelry. Coupled with the slightly upturned lips due to the beading of the lips, a kind of beauty was born in this dark corner. An inexplicable meaning.

Li Zhaozhuo narrowed his eyes dangerously, his throat rolled slightly.

He thought of the rainy day when he watched a movie and completely panicked.

Compared to the day when countless people were separated, Song Linju was by his side at this moment, wearing the same pair of headphones as him.

With his unscrupulous scorching eyes, the cold dead would have to be burned alive by him, let alone Song Linju who was already keen.

Song Linju immediately seemed to feel something.

Before he turned his head, Li Zhaozhuo looked away nonchalantly, staring at the blinking electronic clock at the front of the car.

On the surface, he is calm and composed, but inwardly he is cursing himself.

Fuck, I really don't make progress.

He is really a beast who can imagine people wearing headphones.

But... It should be justifiable to covet my boyfriend.

In fact, he brought a Bluetooth headset, which was in his schoolbag.

He usually finds wired earphones troublesome, but he uses bluetooth earphones more often.

But now it seems that wired headphones still have the benefits of wired headphones, such as couples listening to music or something.

One end of the line is you, the other end is me, we are inseparable.

After listening to almost three pieces of light music together, the car wobbled to the stop.

After getting out of the car and walking for a while, Li Zhaozhuo still said what he had been thinking.

"Can we talk to Haozi and the others about our affairs?"

He had to go to class on weekdays, and it wasn't that he and Song Linju were alone after class, but also Haozi and the others, who kept their words from them and restrained themselves in front of them, which greatly reduced the time he spent with Song Linju.

And his good brother Zhou Yan who doesn't know how good a man is, covets his boyfriend all the time.

Although he knew that Song Linju would not pay attention to his rhetoric, it was like a fly buzzing around his favorite dish, even if he didn't touch it, he would still be upset.

Song Linju stopped in his tracks, "You don't care?"

Li Zhaozhuo was inexplicable, "What do you care about? About us being together?"

Seeing Song Linju acquiescing, Li Zhaozhuo categorically denied it: "Of course not, I don't think it's a shameful thing for us to be together."

Song Linju's words were connected with his previous actions to avoid suspicion, Li Zhaozhuo suddenly realized something, he hesitated and asked: "You don't think I didn't tell Haozi and the others before because I was afraid that they would show strange eyes, right?"

Song Linju replied softly: "Well..."

Li Zhaozhuo laughed angrily, "Is that why you have no confidence in me?"

"I won't say it for the time being because I want to ask for your opinion, for fear that you are not ready yet."

Song Linju never cared about other people's eyes, he was just afraid that rumors would fall on Li Zhaozhuo like lice, "Can they really accept it?"

Li Zhaozhuo's amber eyes focused on the person in front of him, trying to calm his anxiety, "Believe me, they may be surprised, they may laugh at my sweetness, but they will definitely not look at us with strange eyes."

Li Zhaozhuo's character is still trustworthy.

Seeing that Song Linju stopped talking, he thought he didn't want to tell others, Li Zhaozhuo patted him on the shoulder, "It's okay, if you don't want to be known by others for the time being, we don't have to say anything."

Since Song Linju didn't like it, then he didn't say anything, and it was fine if he didn't say anything, because he only thought of himself.

Song Linju shook his head, "Speak."

Li Zhaozhuo looked carefully at Song Linju's expression and saw that he didn't seem to be reluctant, so he responded with a smile: "Okay, then I'll go back and talk to them in the group tonight."

"Ah."

The two continued to walk forward, and soon saw Song Linju's community.

The same road is long for one person, but not long enough for two lovers.

"Did you hit Su Zhe last time because of me?"

Li Zhaozhuo was taken aback for a moment, wondering why Song Linju suddenly thought of this matter.

"what's the matter