he is a transparent person

The conversation with Xie Zhijin exhausted Jiang Yao's energy. That night, he hid under the quilt and recalled every bit of Xie Zhijin, crying until the pillow was soaked.

I met Xie Zhijin in the second year of junior high school, and for nearly seven years since then, he followed each other step by step like a tail that couldn't be driven away.

From approaching cautiously to becoming Xie Zhijin's friend in others' mouths, and then trying to establish a closer relationship because of Xie Zhijin's words, Jiang Yao's entire youth is filled with the three words Xie Zhijin.

Like an immature fruit, biting it down, the sourness is more than sweet, but the aftertaste is endless.

These years, Jiang Yao has only obeyed Xie Zhijin's orders, and there were occasional cold wars. Every time, it was Jiang Yao's goodwill that allowed him to continue this friendship. It has always been like this, and it has become a habit.

He never expected that one day he would criticize Xie Zhijin so fiercely, causing such a disintegrated situation.

Jiang Yao can't get Xie Zhijin's liking, after tonight, maybe he and Xie Zhi: Making ○攉攉攉孝慈晋 can't even be an ordinary friend.

The result of the crying was that he failed to get up on time the next day, and his roommate called Jiang Yao twice, before Jiang Yao said in a low voice that he was not feeling well and asked his roommate to ask for leave.

His brain seemed to be filled with cement, he couldn't even turn it, and his whole body had no strength, and he lay lazily under the blanket, refusing to move.

The bed curtain was drawn, and he thought it was his roommate who left and returned, so he pulled the quilt to cover his face reflexively, and asked sullenly, "What's wrong?"

A familiar voice sounded, "I should ask you this."

It's He Ming.

Jiang Yao didn't dare to see anyone anymore.

He Ming got on the bed in twos and twos, pulled the bed curtain tightly, pulled Jiang Yao's quilt, and said, "Your roommate said you were uncomfortable, why are you uncomfortable?"

Hearing He Ming's gentle inquiry, Jiang Yao's eyes that hurt from crying uncontrollably poured out tears, and his hands gripped the quilt even tighter.

He Ming didn't use much force, tried several times but couldn't make Jiang Yao take the initiative to meet people, and pretended, "I don't want to see me, so I'm leaving?"

This trick really worked, Jiang Yao was so anxious that he grabbed He Ming's clothes corner with one hand to keep him, and it took him a long time to slowly poke his furry head out from under the quilt.

His cheeks were wet from crying, his black hair was wet, his eyes were red and swollen, tears welled up when he blinked, like a fluffy animal soaked by heavy rain, his paws firmly gripped his owner's trouser legs for fear of being caught. drop.

Pathetic.

He Ming touched the corners of his red eyes, bent down to kiss the tears on his face.

He spontaneously clasped his arms around He Ming's neck, raised his head slightly as if seeking comfort, and sobbed softly, "Don't go."

He Ming took his lips and sucked them tenderly, making Jiang Yao's head, which had no oxygen left, even more dizzy.

Jiang Yao was panting badly when they parted, He Ming lay down under the quilt and hugged him, asking, "Are you still feeling uncomfortable?"

Jiang Yao hummed heavily in a nasal voice, hugged He Ming and refused to let go, and began to cry softly again.

He Ming caressed his back for a while, and when he recovered a little bit, he felt that the space was too narrow, so he hugged him and turned around, letting Jiang Yao lie on his body, and asked in a deep voice, "Are you going to see Xie Zhijin?"

Jiang Yao choked, not daring to look up at He Ming.

"It's because of him that you cry like this," He Ming continued, "When you mention him, your soul will fly away."

Jiang Yao's nose twitched, and he said timidly, "Can you not mention him?"

"Why didn't you let me mention it?" He Ming hit the nail on the head, "You have ghosts in your heart, so you are afraid that I will mention him to you."

Jiang Yao raised his head tremblingly to look at He Ming, and leaned over to kiss his Adam's apple.

He Ming snorted, "You want to please me?"

Jiang Yao thought for a while, nodded his head, and said, "Don't be angry..."

He Ming touched his face and said, "I'm jealous. I'm so jealous when I think you still have that piece of wood in your heart. You want to bribe me for this little favor?"

With He Ming by his side, Jiang Yao's low mood gradually dissipated, he bit his lip and asked, "Then what should I do?"

He didn't want He Ming to be unhappy.

He Ming asked in a low voice, "Can I ask you to do anything?"

Jiang Yao hesitated a little, but still nodded.

He Ming's eyes instantly became serious, like the night before dawn, so dark that there was no light, he helped Jiang Yao sit up straight, and casually flicked Jiang Yao's clothes, his eyes were ambiguous.

The tears on Jiang Yao's face were still wet, and he asked nonchalantly, "Do you want to take it off?"

The earlobe was so hot that it seemed to be melting.

He Ming hummed, Jiang Yao blushed and followed suit, pursing his lips in embarrassment, not knowing what to do next.

The straightforward eyes made Jiang Yao want to hide himself, but when he moved, He Ming held his wrists and put them behind his back.

He Ming is undoubtedly an excellent pastry chef. Not only can he make delicious desserts, but he is also good at tasting cakes.

Needless to say, the cream needs to be licked, and the cherries dotted need to be savored carefully.

Juicy, sweet and delicious.

A low voice came out.

"Didn't you say that you can do anything, don't hide."

"Don't bite, uh..."

Jiang Yao started crying again when he lay back down again, but the meaning was obviously different.

He blushed unreasonably, and blocked his hands to let He Ming touch him. He Ming hugged him from behind and asked in a low voice, "Are you still feeling uncomfortable?"

Jiang Yao was a little sleepy, and he didn't stop his hand after being pushed away, and hummed softly.

He Ming was playing, and before Jiang Yao was about to fall asleep, he said in a hoarse voice, "I really want to lock you up..."

Jiang Yao was confused and didn't hear clearly, "What?"

"It's nothing, just sleep."

Just thinking about it, he couldn't bear Jiang Yao's unhappiness.

—

The countdown to the semester has entered, the exam week is coming as scheduled, and the affairs of the student union have also come to an end.

Without the student union as a bond, the interaction between Jiang Yao and Xie Zhijin was completely broken. After that night, the other party never contacted him, and except for a quick phone call at the office door, he never saw Xie Zhijin again.

He still thinks of Xie Zhijin from time to time, and sometimes even regrets that he said too many harsh words that night, but it is hard to get over it, and regret is useless, not to mention that every word he said is the truth.

He just walked sadly, and suddenly separated from Xie Zhijin.

Falling in love with He Ming is ten thousand times sweeter than imagined.

Jiang Yaohui and He Ming would secretly kiss on the school road at night, clasp their fingers together under the cover of a table in the study room of the library, watch the traffic in the last row of the bus while the wind blows, and cling to each other after saying goodbye every time. Hugging reluctantly, doing the most intimate and embarrassing things when you can't help it...

He Ming began to appear in Jiang Yao's circle of friends.

On the night of the New Year's Eve, Jiang Yao and He Ming were counting down in the square. The two were shivering from the cold, cuddling together, wearing the same style of couple coats of different colors, and the same scarf, looking forward to the arrival of the New Year together.

He and He Ming put their heads together to take a selfie, and the lights of the square gathered in the black pupils, lighting up their smiles.

This photo became the first circle of friends for the two to get rid of the old and welcome the new.

They watched the brilliant fireworks in the sky from the hotel window.

He Ming embraced Jiang Yao from behind, and the smiling faces of the two were reflected in the glass.

The fireworks are the same every year, but the people around are not always the same.

Last year's New Year's Eve, Jiang Yao, who was still repeating his studies, had only one day off, and Xie Zhijin did not go back to A University.

Jiang Yao made a video call to chat with Xie Zhijin, wishing Xie Zhijin a happy new year.

At that time, he was not sure that he could be admitted to University A, but he still couldn't help but said with hope, "I will celebrate the New Year with you at University A at this time next year."

That time, Xie Zhijin did not pour cold water on him, but replied with a light smile, "Okay."

"Happy New Year."

The voices of Xie Zhijin and He Ming overlapped in Jiang Yao's ears.

The former was absent, and the latter kissed Jiang Yao's lips.

Jiang Yao couldn't spare time to send Xie Zhijin a happy new year, he thought, Xie Zhijin didn't lack his blessings either.

He looked at himself with reddish cheeks in He Ming's eyes by the light of the fireworks outside the window, and the gap in his heart was filled little by little with warmth.

When the fireworks decorated the starry sky again, Jiang Yao solemnly said, "Happy New Year, He Ming."

My wish for this year is that I will like you even more.

—

In the quiet and deserted room, the mobile phone placed on the table vibrated non-stop.

There are more than a dozen blessings from the card zero point, some are sent in groups, and some are specially added with names. The chat in the group is even more lively, and the words of happy new year are quickly swiping the screen.

But the sentence Xie Zhijin wanted was delayed.

He stared at the small red dots that popped up on the screen one after another. At [-]:[-], he picked up his phone and clicked on the chat page with Jiang Yao.

The record stays on the night he asked Jiang Yao to go to the apartment.

He swiped upwards casually until the first half of the year when Jiang Yao was still repeating his studies.

At that time, Jiang Yao had not sent him messages frequently, but it was still quite a lot.

"Xie Zhijin, what are you doing?"

"Did you have meal?"

"Is the department busy?"

"I don't quite understand this question, can you help me figure it out?"

"I got the fourth grade in the monthly exam this time, which is five places better than last time!"

"It's over, I can't fall asleep after drinking milk tea, Xie Zhijin, are you asleep?"

"Okay, good night."

Xie Zhijin looked at it calmly, and after a while, clicked on Jiang Yao's circle of friends.

The palms suddenly closed.

He moved his Adam's apple slightly, opened the picture, and two enlarged smiling faces appeared in front of his eyes.

Jiang Yao and He Ming were together, and the unshakable happy New Year every year was also taken away.

On the New Year's Day of the sophomore year of high school, Jiang Yao spent the night at Xie's house.

Jiang Yao was so excited that he couldn't sleep, he just lay down and jumped up again, saying, "I am 17 years old this year, let me live to be 80 years old, Xie Zhijin, we still have 63 years to live."

63 years so far away, who can tell what will happen?

Jiang Yao thinks too long, but Xie Zhijin only looks at the present.

"I have to get up early tomorrow, don't make trouble."

Jiang Yao had no choice but to go back to sleep reluctantly, but still couldn't calm down, chattering endlessly, "What do you think we will look like at the age of 80? It must be full of wrinkles, all teeth have fallen out, and we have to walk. People help..."

The voice stopped abruptly, Xie Zhijin covered Jiang Yao's mouth with his palm, "Are you going to sleep?"

Jiang Yao mumbled through his fingers, "But I can't sleep..."

He turned over and looked at Xie Zhijin with bright eyes. Xie Zhijin had nothing to do with him, so he just hugged him and said in a cold voice, "If you continue to quarrel, I will drive you home."

As expected, Jiang Yao let him hold him peacefully, and fell asleep soundly in less than 5 minutes.

But Xie Zhijin was inexplicably insomnia while hugging her warm body.

Time passes like a white horse.

Xie Zhijin wondered if the 80-year-old Jiang Yao would still say Happy New Year to him.

But Xie Zhijin, who has just passed his 21st birthday, knows that the 20-year-old Jiang Yao no longer belongs to him completely.

He forced himself to close the phone page, letting his temple throb violently.

I want to see Jiang Yao.

I also repeatedly recalled Jiang Yao's sentence - Xie Zhijin, you don't need to learn to like it.

Then can you tell me, what should I do to like you?

Three ways

Xiao He: Happy in love, who is envious?

Xiao Xie: I really miss my wife, I really miss my wife, but I won’t say anything.