he is a transparent person

If time has a sound, every sound is as slow as being infinitely stretched.

The faucet was turned on, the street downstairs outside the window was bustling and noisy, and the crowd in groups were talking loudly and chattering. These sounds that sound a bit disturbing at ordinary times added a bit of popularity to the too lonely space.

Xie Zhijin tightened the switch of the faucet, raised his face to look at his slightly pale face in the mirror, the corners of his lips were straightened.

This was the fourth time in three days that he had forgotten to turn off the tap.

For Xie Zhijin, who has almost strict standards for everything, such small mistakes should not happen to him, but he has been "making mistakes" these days.

It's as small as forgetting which hard drive to put the classwork in, as big as mistaking the documents of the student union, and not pulling out the key when opening the door and entering the house.

Worst of all, he started having insomnia.

As soon as you close your eyes, you can see Jiang Yao's various expressions and figures.

The bright and loving smile, the pace of running towards him, the shyness and innocence when begging him for hugs and kisses, begging him not to look for others while sobbing, passionately and sincerely saying that he likes him, and lying on He Ming The blurred, tear-stained, lustful face underneath.

Bit by bit, drop by drop, like a jigsaw puzzle with the largest number of pieces in the world, it pieced together the Jiang Yao that Xie Zhijin knew—but now there is a piece of the most colorful and beautiful jigsaw puzzle that He Ming has picked up.

Xie Zhijin's temples began to throb and throb.

Parting ways with Jiang Yao was tens of millions of times more difficult than he imagined.

Common sense tells the world that talent plus hard work can achieve 100% 99 goals in the world. Xie Zhijin also upholds this philosophy, but the abnormalities of the past few days have made him realize that even if he forces himself to complete some things, he still cannot adapt and accept them.

Jiang Yao is that one percent, maybe even more extreme, zero point one, zero point zero one, or maybe the only one among hundreds of millions of people.

All in all, Jiang Yao was an accident with uncertain factors.

And there is no doubt that, no matter what the reason is, Xie Zhijin wanted to keep this special accident.

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Jiang Yao stood in front of the apartment door, holding the key given by Xie Zhijin in his hand, and it was only 3 minutes before the time when he and Xie Zhijin agreed to meet, but he hesitated.

Before meeting Xie Zhijin, he rehearsed unknown scenes in his mind countless times, and went through all the possibilities he could think of in his mind, trying to talk to Xie Zhijin in a relatively calm manner when he saw Xie Zhijin, but He was timid even before he stepped into the room.

Jiang Yao clenched his fist, and just as he picked up the key to open the door, the door was opened from the inside without warning, as if he was waiting for him inside.

He trembled in fright, and raised his eyes in panic to see Xie Zhijin who appeared in sight.

Xie Zhijin's complexion is pale, and there is a slight bruise under his eyes. Although this does not reduce his handsomeness at all, in Jiang Yao's impression, he has never seen the other party so tired, even the one who stayed up late in the third year of high school. For a while, Xie Zhijin was also high-spirited, and he opened his mouth slightly in surprise.

Compared with Xie Zhijin's slightly tired face, Jiang Yao's cheeks are always rosy. If you ignore the apprehension in his eyes, anyone will feel that he has lived a very nourishing and comfortable life these few days.

The two were silent for a few seconds, Xie Zhijin staggered his body and said, "Come in."

Jiang Yao's hand holding the key hung down, like a quail walking forward with a stuffy head, following in with a little anxiety and nervousness.

He thought for a while, then turned around and closed the door. When he turned his head, Xie Zhijin had already walked to the sofa, looking at him silently, his eyes were as deep as swirls, and he couldn't see the emotions in his eyes.

Jiang Yao put his hands behind his back, tightened them quietly, and stood where he was without stepping forward.

Habits are a terrible thing. It was obviously Xie Zhijin who contacted him, but when they met, it was still Jiang Yao who broke the deadlock first. His throat was astringent, "Xie Zhijin..."

Just saying the name made her eyes turn red involuntarily.

An eerie silence wrapped between the two of them like an airtight cocoon.

Xie Zhijin was tall and straight, his eyes were misty, and he still had a high profile, silently watching Jiang Yao who was sleepy and within reach.

Jiang Yao trembled slightly due to the other party's cold gaze, and couldn't help but took a step back, a movement similar to evasion.

As soon as he moved, Xie Zhijin also moved, and reached his eyes in a few steps. Jiang Yao only had time to groan in his throat before Xie Zhijin put his arms around his waist and pressed him against the wall.

He was trapped in Xie Zhijin's arms, and every breath he took was filled with the clear breath that wrapped him up.

Jiang Yao's hand hanging by his side suddenly tightened, looking at Xie Zhijin who was at a loss what to do, his lips moved slightly, Xie Zhijin said coldly, "Don't talk."

He instinctively shut his mouth like a robot under command.

Xie Zhijin stared at him, pressed his cool palm against his cheek, as if to confirm that he was in front of his eyes, stroked it inch by inch as if appreciating precious silk and satin, from the delicate eyebrows to the upturned nose, pointed The belly fell on the rosy lips again, rubbing it with a little force.

The movements became more and more serious, Jiang Yao turned his face to hide, and murmured, "It hurts."

Within 3 minutes of meeting, Jiang Yao avoided Xie Zhijin for the second time.

A trickle of hostility hovered between Xie Zhijin's eyebrows, he turned Jiang Yao's face straight, stared at the blush on Jiang Yao's lower lip that was about to scab, and asked, "Does He Ming kiss you, doesn't it hurt? "

Jiang Yao's shoulders shrank slightly, and he subconsciously pursed his lips to hide the small wound accidentally bitten by He Ming yesterday.

Xie Zhijin's eyes were deep, thinking of the figure hugging and kissing under the moonlight.

He raised Jiang Yao's lower jaw, held his soft lips in his mouth, carefully described the wound, and then bit down lightly, biting blood out of the wound that was about to be healed.

Jiang Yao was so painful that he rejected Xie Zhijin, but the more he resisted, the harder Xie Zhijin kissed.

The salty liquid washed away the bloody smell of the deep kiss.

Jiang Yao once wanted a kiss from Xie Zhijin so much, but now he just feels sad when he is kissed.

Why can Xie Zhijin always suppress him so easily?

He doesn't do this anymore—

Jiang Yao clenched his teeth and kept his soft tongue out.

Unable to invade, Xie Zhijin let go of Jiang Yao, his eyes were tinged with rare astonishment, but his indifference returned only for a moment, he wiped the blood on Jiang Yao's lips, together with the sticky tears, and asked, "When was it?" matter?"

Jiang Yao understood the words without beginning or end.

He shook his head and slowly pushed Xie Zhijin away.

Jiang Yao gasped from crying, leaning against the wall and shaking his shoulders, Xie Zhijin looked at him quietly for a while, and wanted to lead him to sit on the sofa, but before touching him, he hid his hands behind his back.

Xie Zhijin's hand was empty and he didn't take it back immediately.

Jiang Yao stared at the white floor with blurred vision, his cracked lips hurt, his messy head hurt, and his beating heart that lived in his chest hurt too. The concentrated salt water was poured down, and he fell to the ground.

He had envisioned many situations before coming to Xie Zhijin, but no matter which one it was, it shouldn't be like this.

Maybe it used to be, but he couldn't just think about himself now.

Jiang Yao wiped his eyes with the back of his hand, but couldn't stop the surging tears. He took a few deep breaths before he was able to speak intermittently, "Xie Zhijin, can you stop bullying me?"

He finally plucked up the courage to look at Xie Zhijin, but what he saw was still as calm as water.

A blow to the head.

The grievances of many days finally broke out at this moment.

Jiang Yao burst into tears and murmured, "That's the expression..."

Xie Zhijin looked at him calmly.

Jiang Yao spoke incoherently, "Why do you always have this expression, I don't know what you are thinking, whether you are happy or sad, why is it only me who is crying, and I don't want to cry, but why am I always crying?"

"Why, Xie Zhijin?"

Xie Zhijin's Adam's apple rolled slightly, "Jiang Yao, calm down."

The plain tone of the other party failed to appease Jiang Yao, but instead made Jiang Yao even more excited, he choked, "I can't calm down, Xie Zhijin, I'm not you, I can't keep calm all the time, I'm so sad, Xie Zhijin, have you Seeing my sadness...."

The words he kept in his heart, those who dare not say, those who are afraid of being rejected, and those who are afraid of annoying Xie Zhijin, are like a downpour, once it falls, it is destined to break the peace.

"Han Qing said that day that you liked me, but I thought he was lying to me. How could you like me?"

"No matter what I do, you are indifferent, no matter how I try to please you, you will ignore me."

"Do you think I'm stupid, and it doesn't matter to me?"

"You want to be my friend who can kiss and go to bed with me, but if this person is not you, I can't agree, no friend is like this... If this is a friend, then I can be with He Ming, and many people , are not friends."

"If you like me, why don't you pay attention to me when I'm with He Ming? It's not liking at all."

Jiang Yao cried until his chest heaved violently, and he concluded in a broken voice, "Xie Zhijin, there is no way you like me at all."

Han Qing said that what Xie Zhijin needs is an unreserved love, but he can no longer love Xie Zhijin with all his heart.

Jiang Yao once thought that as long as he worked hard to reach Xie Zhijin's footsteps, he would be able to stand shoulder to shoulder with him.

He gave his love unconditionally, and one day Xie Zhijin would respond to him.

He gave up his dignity, which is like a star in the morning, and repeatedly lowered the bottom line, begging Xie Zhijin to look at him high.

But he forgot the most simple truth that "people must respect themselves and others will respect them". Things that are given easily will not be cherished.

So he deserved to be played by Xie Zhijin, holding the word "friend" tightly, holding on to the present with unrealistic fantasies.

If it wasn't for He Ming, he wouldn't know what true love is like?

When you like someone, you want him to be happy, even shed a tear, and your heart aches for him, but Xie Zhijin just watched him collapse with cold eyes, and lightly asked him to calm down——

Jiang Yao's face was full of tears, and when Xie Zhijin approached, he leaned against the wall to hide in pain, "Don't come over..."

Xie Zhijin didn't listen to him, stopped in front of him, and said after careful consideration, "Do you want me to like you?"

Jiang Yao was so dizzy from crying that he didn't answer.

The only sound left in the room was Jiang Yao's sobbing, as if he would die at any moment.

After a long time, Xie Zhijin's clear voice sounded, "I will learn."

This is already the best solution Xie Zhijin can get so far, he paused, his voice tensed, "What about you, don't you like me the most, can you continue to like me?"

There was no trace of weakness hidden under the plain tone.

Jiang Yao looked at Xie Zhijin in shock, forgetting to cry.

Xie Zhijin wiped his tears and said, "Don't cry."

After the too intense release, Jiang Yao felt a little lack of oxygen, and stood still in a daze.

Xie Zhijin said again, "Break up with He Ming."

Jiang Yao woke up suddenly, bit his lower lip hard, and sobbed firmly, "He likes me."

Xie Zhi would like to wait for his next sentence.

Jiang Yao felt stuck in his throat, "Xie Zhijin, you don't need to learn to like it."

That's human nature.

Head to head.

Xie Zhijin couldn't recover from Jiang Yao's words for a while.

Jiang Yao fled in the same way, walked to the door with his shoulders twitching, and said with difficulty, "Xie Zhijin, you don't know how much I like you, just like you can't like me."

He didn't dare to stay any longer, for fear that Xie Zhijin would throw some sweets, and he would foolishly take the bait again.

Enduring the pain, Jiang Yao hung the key on the sticky hook on the wall, "Here, I'll give it back to you, I won't come here again in the future, let's be ordinary friends again."

Jiang Yao told Xie Zhijin many times that he liked you.

In the gentle night of the moon, in the cracks of the noisy crowd, in every moment when love is flourishing and there is no place to rest.

But no matter how much he likes, he can't help ignoring it. He is just too tired to give any more unrequited feelings.

The door opened and closed quickly with a slight sound.

Xie Zhijin stood in place for a long while, looking at the already empty room, he raised his hand and pressed down on his chest in bewilderment.

With Jiang Yao's departure, something seemed to be hollowed out.

Tick, tick, tick—

The world has become so quiet.

Three ways

Xiao Jiang: I am a fool, but I am trying to become smart!

he is a transparent person