he is a transparent person

Jiang Yao decided to "rebel" for He Ming, and went on a trip with He Ming for three days and two nights according to the original plan.

This time, he learned to be smart, and planned to strike first and then play, so when chatting with Jiang's mother, he didn't reveal that he was going to delay his return home, and Xie Zhijin naturally didn't know.

When he saw Xie Zhijin downstairs in the dormitory, Jiang Yao's first reaction was to hide. He didn't know the reason why he did so. Maybe he was afraid that once he met Xie Zhijin, the thoughts he forcibly buried deep in his heart would be like seaweed again. Crazy growth.

But there wasn't much to cover the road, so Jiang Yao had nowhere to hide and hesitated.

He and Xie Zhijin met downstairs in the dormitory quite a few times. He always ran towards Xie Zhijin, but this time it was Xie Zhijin who walked towards him.

Jiang Yao needed great concentration to stand still.

As he got closer, Jiang Yao noticed that Xie Zhijin's complexion was pale. Even though the other party's expression was always indifferent, the fatigue in his eyes was obvious.

He was surprised that Xie Zhijin would change so much in such a short period of time. He subconsciously wanted to care about the other party, but when he thought of his unilateral quarrel last time, he opened his lips and couldn't say anything. Ordinary opening remarks, "Do you have anything to do with me?"

Xie Zhijin's lips were pale, and he watched Jiang Yao quietly for a while, then suddenly reached out to touch Jiang Yao's cheek.

Jiang Yao suddenly shivered as if stuck to an ice cube.

Why is Xie Zhijin's hand so cold? Are you sick?

He couldn't react for a while, and when Xie Zhijin lightly rubbed the corner of his lips with his fingertips, he woke up like a dream, and suddenly took a big step back, looking at the other party puzzled.

Xie Zhijin's palms were empty, the corners of his lips tightened in displeasure, and he slowly withdrew his five fingers almost reluctantly, and replied to Jiang Yao's words hoarsely, "I will wait for you downstairs at ten o'clock the day after tomorrow."

The day after tomorrow is the 14th, the day they go home together.

Jiang Yao shook the hand hanging by his side uneasily. He wanted to tell Xie Zhijin that he would not go back, and worried that Xie Zhijin would tell his parents about his plan. After hesitating for a while, he nodded guiltily.

He used to rack his brains to think of topics to talk to Xie Zhijin, but now he became a mute when facing Xie Zhijin.

Instead, Xie Zhijin calmly asked a new question, "Is everything packed?"

Jiang Yao nodded his head again, staring at Xie Zhijin's pale lips, unable to turn a blind eye after all, whispered, "Your complexion is ugly..."

Xie Zhijin's eyes were as black as ink, and he asked back, "Is it ugly?"

Based on Jiang Yao's understanding of Xie Zhijin, the other party is by no means a person who cares about appearance, such a question can even be called weird.

He felt that something was wrong with Xie Zhijin, but he couldn't say the specific reason. He only thought that the other party was too tired from reviewing for the term exam, so he thought about it and said, "It's okay, I can take a good rest after the exam."

Xie Zhijin's eyes never left Jiang Yao's face. Jiang Yao had never seen such a straightforward gaze. He was uncomfortable being looked at, and his heart jumped again.

From the meeting until now, he has hidden his inner anxiety very well, but if he continues talking, he may not be able to maintain this superficial calm, so Jiang Yao wanted to end this conversation, but he did not dare to look into Xie Zhijin's eyes, and lowered his eyes. Shaking his head, he said, "I have the last exam in the afternoon, so I'll go back and study first."

As he spoke, he buried his head and was about to move forward. As soon as he took a step, Xie Zhijin grabbed his wrist.

Jiang Yao raised his head in surprise, and bumped into Xie Zhijin's deep eyes. In his impression, there seemed to be something more in the eyes that were always calm. Withdrew his hand.

The other party's grip was even tighter, and he felt a little pain from being caught, so he couldn't help but say, "Xie Zhijin..."

"You left a book with me."

Jiang Yao had never brought books to Xie Zhijin's apartment, and said in confusion, "I didn't..."

Xie Zhijin refuted him with a very firm tone, "You have."

Several young people passed by, and some who knew Xie Zhijin raised their hands to say hello.

Worried about being misunderstood, Jiang Yao quickly withdrew his hand, took two steps forward, and said with sour feeling, "It should not be a very important book, so I won't go get it."

He didn't dare to step into the room where Xie Zhijin had too many memories, and he was afraid that the other party would shake his heart, so he hurriedly left this sentence and trotted into the dormitory building.

The north wind howled past, blowing Xie Zhijin's complexion as pale as frost and snow, and Jiang Yao completely disappeared in front of his eyes.

There was a fog in front of my eyes, and the only color was gone.

—

Jiang Yao and He Ming left the school for the resort on the second night after the last exam.

The two arrived at the hotel on the evening of the 13th. Jiang Yao anxiously called Jiang's mother and told him about traveling with his friends, but was scolded bloody by Jiang's mother.

Jiang Yao sat on He Ming's lap and listened to the training with grievances. Halfway through the conversation, He Ming reached out and took the phone to his ear.

His eyes widened in shock, the other party patted him on the back reassuringly, and said with a smile, "Hello, Auntie, I'm Jiang Yao's friend, my name is He Ming, I don't know if you remember me, we met when we were young By the way, you even bought me new clothes..."

When the phone returned to Jiang Yao's palm again, Mother Jiang's tone had changed.

"You just told me it was He Ming. I still have memories of that child. When he was young, he was as beautiful as a little girl. His father, oh, it's so pitiful. What has he become now? When the time comes, take a picture of him." Check out the photo."

Jiang Yao was surprised by the change in Jiang's mother's attitude, and she agreed, and when she hung up the phone, she looked at He Ming adoringly, and said, "My mother likes you very much."

He Ming hugged him and fell onto the big soft bed, leaning against the tip of his nose, and said with a smile, "Then I will go home with you during the Chinese New Year?"

Jiang Yao blinked, not knowing if he was serious or joking, but he was also happy to think that he could spend more time with He Ming, so he muttered, "It's a puppy if you don't go back with me."

He Ming laughed dumbfounded, "Who is the puppy?"

Talking about scratching the itchy flesh on Jiang Yao's stomach, Jiang Yao was so teased that he giggled and rolled on the bed, "A person who doesn't talk is a puppy."

The two were arguing non-stop on the bed, and the quilt was messed up. Jiang Yao soon laughed tremblingly under He Ming's teasing, and begged for mercy, "Don't scratch me, I'm a puppy..."

He Ming held his wrist and pressed it above his head, Jiang Yao panted with his lips parted, looked at He Ming above him, and slowly quieted down, there was a slow invisible ambiguous airflow flowing in the air.

He Ming leaned over and stroked Jiang Yao's soft cheek with his lips.

Jiang Yao closed his eyes and waited for a while, but the expected kiss did not fall, he opened his eyes tremblingly, He Ming's eyes were filled with a narrow smile, and he asked in a low voice, "Want me to kiss you? "

His mind was broken, he blushed immediately, pushed He Ming in a bravado, and said falteringly, "Who wants you to kiss me?"

He Ming laughed lightly, and pecked at the corner of his lips, "The puppy wants to kiss," and said two more solemnly, "Wow, woof..."

Jiang Yao was amused by him and said, "That's not how puppies bark."

"What's that called, you teach me?"

"I don't teach."

"Can I kiss you then?"

Jiang Yao blinked, his eyes fell on He Ming's moist lips, he leaned forward and kissed him, then took the quilt to cover his blushing face.

He Ming lifted the quilt and got in, laughter continued to come from the room.

In the early morning of the next day, Jiang Yao woke up before He Ming, and quietly took the mobile phone on the bedside table.

Nine o'clock in the morning on the 14th.

Jiang Yao deleted, deleted and typed on his mobile phone, and sent a message to Xie Zhijin, "I'll be home in a few days, so you don't need to look for me anymore."

The moment the message was sent successfully, He Ming woke up just in time, hugged him around the waist and carried him back to the bed, his voice was laziness from early awakening, "Stop playing with your phone, sleep a little longer."

He Ming turned on the airplane mode of the phone for Jiang Yao, and put it upside down on the cabinet.

No one can come and interrupt their trip again.

Jiang Yao's head was pressed against He Ming's chest, and he heard the beating and enthusiastic heartbeat of the other party. The soreness in his heart was gradually replaced by warmth, and he fell into a deep sleep again in a daze.

He dreamed of Xie Zhijin who was sitting on the train alone, and his cold side face was locked in the cold glass.

I also dreamed that He Ming was sitting in the back row of the last bus, and the halo of dusk was like a butterfly kissing his gentle eyebrows and eyes.

The extreme contrast between cold and warm made Jiang Yao sleep uneasy.

Trains and buses fly in opposite directions, but have the same destination.

—

The number 11 calls Xie Zhijin made were not answered.

The mechanical female voice reminded him over and over again, "The user you dialed is temporarily unavailable, please dial later..."

He knocked on the door of Jiang Yao's dormitory, and a strange young man popped out, yawning and asking, "Who are you looking for?"

"Jiang Yao."

"He left last night, didn't you know?"

Xie Zhijin said thank you in a deep voice, and then asked, "Did he leave by himself?"

"Walking with his partner, He Ming, do you know him?"

Xie Zhijin didn't answer. In fact, from the moment he received Jiang Yao's message, his body's functions became uncontrollably sluggish.

The facts were in front of him, but he still didn't believe that Jiang Yao would deceive him, standing in the cold wind and dialing Jiang's mother's number.

"Auntie, Jiang Yao..."

Jiang's mother was at work, and she said something to the people beside her before she said, "It's Zhijin, Jiang Yao went on a trip with a friend, he told me, you don't need to worry about him, just go home by yourself, This kid is really worrying, I will definitely talk about him when he comes back."

Xie Zhijin couldn't listen to anything anymore, his temple seemed to be living in a high-speed rotating machine, which caused him severe pain.

Everyone knew that Jiang Yao had an appointment with He Ming, only he was kept in the dark, even Jiang Yao was keeping it from him.

He had never looked forward to such an ordinary thing—going home with Jiang Yao.

They would sit on the same train, and he could look at Jiang Yao unscrupulously.

Just thinking about it, he thought he was back in the past.

Wishes come to nothing, and the world is spinning.

He was learning, but he didn't get the point. Every step he took pushed Jiang Yao further away.

Xie Zhijin suddenly couldn't find the order that he used to live on, everything was messed up, and it was difficult to return to the original place.

Three ways

Xiao Xie: My wife lost me, my wife lost me...