he is a transparent person

Xie Mu covered the sleeping Xie Zhijin with a quilt, looked back and saw Jiang Yao standing with a worried face, and said, "Sit down for a while, Zhijin went to the hospital last night, don't worry too much."

Jiang Yao looked at the pale young man on the bed, and nodded uneasily.

Mother Xie asked him if he wanted something to eat, and then he remembered that his parents were waiting for him to go back. He slowly looked away and said, "Auntie, I have to go home."

He and Xie Mu walked out of the room lightly, closed the door, and heard Xie Mu sigh, "I don't know why he became so ill, and he wouldn't tell me when I asked him. I think he hasn't had a fever for many years." .”

Jiang Yao was too guilty to look into Xie's mother's eyes. He didn't want to think about it, but judging from Xie Zhijin's current situation, he should have something to do with it.

Out of concern for his friend, Jiang Yao said before leaving, "I'll come see Xie Zhijin later."

Xie Mu smiled and said, "Okay, I will tell him when Zhijin wakes up."

Jiang Yao left Xie's house in a daze, and accepted Jiang's mother's trial as soon as he returned home.

"Now that you're good at it, you know how to cut first and play later, and don't you take me and your dad seriously." Jiang's mother said in an unhappy tone, and while she was talking, she gave Jiang Yao chicken soup and said, "Hurry up and drink the soup, People get bigger and taller, but you are better off, and going to a university will make you thinner instead.”

"Old Jiang, look at Jiang Yao, is he a little thinner..."

Jiang Yao felt very familiar with his mother's strong words and caring attitude. He sat down and drank the oily isinglass chicken soup. The fragrant but not greasy hot soup slid down the throat into his stomach. .

Although sometimes the high expectations of his parents overwhelm him, Jiang Yao has long been used to the way of getting along with him for many years. He hasn't been home for several months. He actually misses his parents' nagging, so he can't help but relieve some mood, said, "Mom, your soup is really delicious."

"Don't talk so obediently as to fool me," Jiang's mother kept busy in the kitchen, and raised her voice, "Next time, if you dare to be so noncommittal again, don't come back."

Jiang Yao gulped down the last mouthful of chicken soup, and dared not answer in embarrassment.

"By the way, there is still a bowl of chicken soup in the pot. After dinner, you take it to Zhijin. He looks very sick during the day. Hey, what did you just say?"

Jiang Yao said, "It's just about the school, nothing..."

Jiang's mother brought dinner to the table, all Jiang Yao's favorite food, no more questions, just kept asking Jiang Yao to make up for it.

Jiang Yao had a poor appetite, but he didn't want to waste his mother's heart, so he forced himself to eat a lot.

After eating, under the urging of his mother, he nervously carried the thermos upstairs to find Xie Zhijin.

On the one hand, he hoped that Xie Zhijin had woken up, but on the other hand, he didn't know how to face Xie Zhijin. Under the dual conflicting psychology, he still pushed the door of Xie Zhijin's room.

The young man leaning on the bed heard the sound and looked over slowly, his dark pupils dimmed.

Jiang Yao's footsteps were fixed at the door.

He has come to Xie Zhijin's room countless times, and now he stands in this familiar place again, but he is very nervous, but Xie's mother is in the living room, he is afraid that he will be seen as abnormal, so he lifts the thermos and whispers, "My mother asked me I'll bring you chicken soup."

Xie Zhijin pursed her lips slightly, just looking at him.

Jiang Yao closed the door and locked it reflexively—since he had a relationship with Xie Zhijin more than a year ago, every time he came to Xie Zhijin's room, he was afraid that his elders would find out what they were doing inside, so he would definitely lock the door.

Even so, he and Xie Zhijin had broken off, but the subconscious reaction still couldn't be dispelled.

Xie Zhijin's behavior in the afternoon is still vivid, Jiang Yao hesitated and did not move forward immediately, Xie Zhijin seemed to have regained his senses, and said hoarsely, "Come here."

The slender five fingers patted on the bed, just like they used to get along.

It's all here, and it seems that Jiang Yao has done something wrong. He walked over, stopped two steps away from Xie Zhijin, put the thermos on the bedside table, and asked, "Are you feeling better?" ?”

Xie Zhijin hummed.

Jiang Yao's eyes fell on the chair not far away, he was hesitating whether to move it, Xie Zhijin said, "Sit on the bed, I don't do anything."

His heart skipped a beat, he didn't answer Xie Zhijin's words, he went to the bedside table and opened the thermos, and handed it to him, "I'll take it away after you drink it."

Xie Zhijin didn't reach out to pick up his soup, but rolled his eyelids, "I'm not hungry, let's put it away first."

Jiang Yao mumbled, "It doesn't taste good when it's cold."

It sounded like he wished Xie Zhijin could finish his drink quickly so he could leave early.

Xie Zhijin was silent for a few moments, took the thermos and drank slowly.

The air was so heavy that it seemed like water would drip, Jiang Yao stood beside the bed, quietly looking at Xie Zhijin's pale sick face, feeling as heavy as a paper towel soaked in water.

Xie Zhijin lost his appetite, frowned and took a few sips of the soup, feeling a little nauseous, but he still drank half a bowl in front of Jiang Yao, and he didn't drink the lid until he reached his limit, saying, "I can't drink any more."

Jiang Yao said in surprise, "Just a little..."

Xie Zhijin said suddenly, "I called you, did you see it?"

Jiang Yao kept silent, thinking that he was talking about the phone call on the morning of the 14th, and nodded his head slowly.

"Why didn't you call me back?"

Jiang Yao's mobile phone has been turned off or turned on airplane mode these days, and he is tired of being with He Ming for 24 hours, so he naturally has no time to contact Xie Zhijin. He pursed his lips tightly and did not answer.

Xie Zhijin also guessed the reason, and laughed lightly, "Have you had fun?"

Jiang Yao had the illusion that as long as he said he was happy, Xie Zhijin's misty eyes would be covered with misty drizzle. He swallowed dryly, and changed the subject, "I have to take the dishes back to wash."

He said to get the thermos, but Xie Zhijin, who had agreed to do nothing, suddenly grabbed his hand and pulled him onto the bed. Jiang Yao was pushed against the bedside, and the back of his head hit Xie Zhijin's palm. It didn't hurt much, but Being so close still made him feel flustered, and he struggled.

Xie Zhijin called his name hoarsely, "Jiang Yao."

Jiang Yao put his hands on the opponent's shoulders and pushed outward.

Xie Zhijin's eyes were full of strange emotions, like a faint flash flood, or a storm that was about to arrive, but in the end they all turned into undercurrents of water and were buried three thousand miles underground. Both himself and Jiang Yao couldn't believe his words, "I'm thinking of you."

Jiang Yao suddenly tightened his fingers, and looked at Xie Zhijin in panic.

Xie Zhijin's pale face showed a little discomfort very rarely, he should have a lot to say, but just these four words have already condensed his feelings for these days, no more can be said.

Jiang Yao's breathing quickened, almost thinking it was his hallucination.

He used to hope so much that Xie Zhijin could look back at him, but the epitome of every memory is him chasing Xie Zhijin's back, but now Xie Zhijin says he misses him.

After he learned from the pain and decided not to continue that vague relationship with Xie Zhijin, Xie Zhijin slowed down instead, and even turned around and hugged him.

All memories are slowly broken into fragments.

And at the end of the fragments, He Ming's gentle smiling face gradually emerged.

Jiang Yao suddenly woke up drunk, and when Xie Zhijin kissed him, he covered his lips with his hand, and the soft touch fell on the back of his hand.

Jiang Yao refused to let Xie Zhijin kiss him.

Xie Zhijin was like a person who fell into the water and was picked up. The prolonged lack of oxygen made his heart throb. He gritted his teeth, looked into Jiang Yao's watery eyes, and asked, "Who are you thinking about?"

A question that doesn't need an answer to know the answer.

All of Xie Zhijin's arrogance was shattered into powder in Jiang Yao's silence.

He was exhausted, let go of Jiang Yao and leaned against the head of the bed, pulled the corners of his lips silently, and laughed very lightly.

Jiang Yao looked at Xie Zhijin who was like a dream, and his heart was pierced. He slowly got up and stood on the ground, and he was about to run away with the thermos.

When he reached the doorknob, Xie Zhijin called to him, with a thin trill, "What if I like you?"

Jiang Yao's whole body was tense, he didn't dare to turn his head, he was afraid of seeing Xie Zhijin's bleak face, and also afraid that once he looked into those frosty eyes, he would fall headlong into the ice and snow again.

like him.

Xie Zhijin likes him.

This should have been possible in a dream, but Xie Zhijin said it out of his mouth.

Jiang Yao bit his lip hard to force back the moisture in his eyes, quickly opened the door, strode out of Xie's house, and only dared to cry when he was in the empty elevator.

—

Jiang Yao's malaise could not escape Jiang's mother's eyes.

While watching the dog-blood drama at ten o'clock in the evening, the mother asked about what happened to Jiangyao University, and finally went back to Xie Zhijin.

"At the beginning, no matter how much we advised you, you insisted on going to the same university as him. Fortunately, you passed the exam, or you would be the one who suffered."

"How much do you and Zhijin have in college? Are you listening to me?"

Jiang Yao, who was wandering in outer space, hummed muffledly.

Mother Jiang sensed something was wrong, "Are you having a conflict with Zhijin?"

Jiang Yao bit his lip, "No, didn't I go to see him just now?"

"Then who are you showing your slouching face?" Mother Jiang tutted, and changed the topic, "Or did you secretly make a girlfriend with your father without telling me, and quarreled with your girlfriend?"

Jiang Yao's face changed slightly, and after a while he tried his best to say naturally, "No, I'm just a little tired from the car ride."

"If you want to fall in love in college, we don't care about you, but you can still focus on your studies. If you have a girlfriend, you are not allowed to hide it from your family."

Jiang Yao listened to his mother's mouthful of girlfriends, his mind was full of He Ming's face, and he was extremely flustered. He wanted to test his mother's attitude towards homosexuality, but he was afraid that his mother would suspect something, so he nodded his head, and took advantage of the exhaustion of the boat to rest early. into the room.

Lying on the warm bed, he felt that the big stone on his chest had moved a little.

It was only the first day when he returned home and he felt extremely stressed. If his parents found out about Xie Zhijin and He Ming... the consequences would be disastrous.

Jiang Yao scratched his hair annoyedly, and buried himself in the bed for a long breath.

He seems to be doing a difficult multiple-choice question, and he loses points if he chooses a wrong answer.

How did things develop like this?

Jiang Yao couldn't figure it out.

Three ways

Xiaohe (sneering): I knew someone was going to poach me.

Xiao Xie (smiling): How can this be poaching?