kiss Me

There is only two words difference between "protocol communication" and "formal communication", and the difference between the two is not as clear as imagined, probably because their relationship was already unknown before the window paper was pierced. The boundaries are blurred, and such a proof is not bad.

They are still sticking together, sharing most of the day as a matter of course, from the classroom to the library to the school council office, the first sentence of "good morning" after opening their eyes, or the lingering in a hidden corner in the dead of night good night kiss.

If you have to pursue it, the only difference is probably Qin Shu's attitude - after being together, Qin Shu treated him with more restraint, almost no longer showing those dark desires to bully, and anyone with a discerning eye can see that he cherishes that. The sentence "I will be responsible for my actions in the future" has been fulfilled ten to ten.

For example, when kissing, he always tastes it lightly, will not leave some difficult marks on him, and will always give him a hug as he wishes, so as not to let his desire for dependence that is light and heavy at times be frustrated...

It's not a bad thing, but it's always a bit of an overkill, at least in Lin Wu's eyes—sometimes he would have some kind of illusion, thinking that their relationship was back to a few months ago, Qin Shu coaxed with the gentleness of giving and taking what he asked for. He, and he was not satisfied with this, eager to get a glimpse of the dark side behind the gentleness, but was blocked back by the thicker and thicker mask.

These tiny changes buried even tinier grievances in his heart, which were not enough to take root, but were overwhelmed by the tenderness in the other party's eyes when he was alone, and he was naturally forgotten by him.

Thinking about it afterwards, the heartache turned into a soft contradiction that he couldn't explain clearly, piled up in a corner of his heart like a ball of yarn, and as he got along day and night, he piled up more and more, intertwined in a mess Together, they unknowingly surrounded his entire heart.

This dilemma was broken one night, after half past eleven, long past the gate control time, he bluffed and blocked Qin Shu in a corner of the stairwell, begging for a customary good night kiss, and unconsciously moved more The idea of ​​thread, I want to lift that mask in exchange for some privileges that belong to him alone, to satisfy the excessive desire to collect in my heart, or to smooth the ball of wool.

So like a month ago, he kissed knowingly, biting the tip of the other's tongue through flirting - as expected, he heard Qin Shu's displeasure, but the pain and suffocation he imagined did not come.

At that moment, he really felt a little lost. He put his forehead against Qin Shu's shoulder, and didn't speak or raise his head. Hearing the sound of each other's slightly rapid breathing in the silent air, he felt that the ball of wool was getting tighter again, which made him feel uncomfortable. A little out of breath.

However, the next second—the second before the voice control light went off—he saw Qin Shu's hand hanging by his side, and noticed that the usually pale palm of the other party was abnormally red, and suddenly realized something.

Then one end of the wool was ignited, and it burned round and round like a fuze, making his heart beat hot, and he tasted a bit sour from the trembling heat.

It's still different. A few months ago, Qin Shu's indifference to his gentleness was a purely unilateral white lie, but now Qin Shu would rather pinch his palms to a mess than show the slightest bit to him. The gloomy nature is like walking on thin ice under excessive care.

In the darkness, he took Qin Shu's hand, and kissed that piece of physiologically warm palm bit by bit. He vaguely felt that this scene seemed familiar. He probably experienced it in a chaotic dream—— So the intensified heartache surged up again, turning the ball of wool into a dense confession, reminding him that Qin Shu is just an ordinary person who will get tired when he spins, knows nothing about love and tries hard to understand it for him, he shouldn't be greedy too much.

That night, he rarely suffered from insomnia. He sat cross-legged on the bed and stared at the moon outside the window, thinking for a long time, thinking about all the problems he had thought about before, about "when you grow up, you should put yourself in the position of a boyfriend, not like a child." Acting coquettishly to seek favor", about "adults must learn to leave room for each other", as well as the dream that suddenly came true and the complicated reality that followed.

He has been trapped by these problems for a long time, but for the first time he thought about the things behind the problems - what if their relationship was a false proposition from the beginning.

In the past, he was spoiled by Qin Shu. He was always naive and reckless, self-centered, relying on the other party's indulgence to unilaterally export love, and he never thought about it Those behaviors that would probably be regarded as harassment when placed on other people are not troublesome to Qin Shu.

But now that he has seen the dark side of the moon, he knows that under the seemingly perfect appearance of the robot is a crumbling skeleton, which will stop and run counter to his ideas. It is actually more difficult than he imagined to forcibly hide those darkness and change the law of operation of the machine. more difficult.

For Qin Shu like this, is it really worth it to give up the excellent system that was originally running stably, and try to understand the world of normal people, and even break the original peace and order, and devote all his energy to pampering him like this...

Sometimes he felt that Qin Shu didn't believe him, but he seemed to believe and rely too much on Qin Shu, and even imposed his own thoughts on the other party wishfully, which was a kind of pathological imbalance.

Like two arrows that seem to be heading towards each other, when seen from a distance, they seem to be "running in both directions". As the distance gets closer, it is discovered that the two may not be on the same track, but they have been blocked by people along the way. Hope and greed are tightly bound, and they can only be twisted and tied together to a seemingly reasonable ending.

Did he do it wrong from the beginning?

That round of moon did not know when it moved to the middle of the sky, but it was blocked by the window frame, so I had to lower my head and change the angle to see it clearly.

Lin Wu closed his eyes, feeling that his soul was being torn in half by the ball of wool, half of which was "acting on intuition" as usual, telling him that he was obviously thinking too much, Qin Shu was always his safe zone, To Qin Shu, he would not be a simple burden or trouble; the other half would pretend to be self-conscious, reminding him that everything has traces, and since he can perceive it, it means that these possibilities still exist to some extent.

After all, for so many years, Qin Shu has indeed dealt with him for a long time for him, and has taken on many contradictions and concerns that he did not need to bear.

Then he sneezed, pulled the quilt over his body, and realized that the hangover reaction that had plagued him for several days might not be a hangover, but because he had caught a cold that night after being exposed to rain and cold wind.

——The belated empathy made him feel overwhelmed.