he is a transparent person

The hot night wind kissed Jiang Yao's face, touching a piece of warm liquid.

He ran out of the cobblestone path as if fleeing for his life, but he couldn't drive what he saw out of his mind. His doubts were like hot magma emerging from a volcano, gurgling upwards, scalding swollen spots one after another on Jiang Yao's heart. The blood blisters, even if left untouched, are hot and painful.

He didn't know how long he had been running, and when he stopped exhausted, it was as if he was being scooped up in water, his body was covered in hot sweat, and beads of sweat trickled down his forehead, mixed with the tears that gushed out at an unknown time Together, it is salty and astringent.

Jiang Yao couldn't think for a long time, wandering around the campus blankly.

He worked so hard to get into the same university as Xie Zhijin, but just when he was elated and thought that he could enter a new relationship with Xie Zhijin, the reality slapped him hard.

Why did Xie Zhijin want to kiss someone else?

Who is that person, is he also Xie Zhijin's friend?

During the year they separated, has Xie Zhijin found someone else?

Then why do you have to do such intimate things with him during the summer vacation?

Jiang Yao couldn't figure it out, just like he couldn't understand Xie Zhijin, he was like a lost cub stumbling around in the fog, unable to find an exit in the chaos.

Just when Jiang Yao was confused, Xie Zhijin finally replied to the message he sent half an hour ago.

"where?"

Jiang Yao didn't want to and didn't dare to meet Xie Zhijin at this time. He always replied to Xie Zhijin in seconds, but this time he was unable to send the typed words.

A drop of water was dropped on the screen of the phone, and he quickly wiped it off, but there was one, and there was another, which couldn't be wiped off no matter how much he wiped.

Xie Zhijin didn't give him time to adjust his emotions and called him directly.

Jiang Yao wiped his face indiscriminately, waiting in agony for the vibrating phone to return to calm.

He didn't answer, and Xie Zhijin didn't call again, he was relieved and felt lost.

He has always rushed to stick to Xie Zhijin. At most, Xie Zhijin would not refuse his approach, so why would he keep contacting him like him?

Jiang Yao cried until his head was buzzing, and finally stopped the tears, and walked back slowly with his head downcast.

The dry night wind dried his face wet with tears, and Jiang Yao, who was drained of water, was as tense as a piece of dried bark, and could only make a dull expression.

Jiang Yao walked without looking at the road, with his head down, and when he was approaching the dormitory, a figure blocked his way.

He raised his eyes listlessly, unexpectedly seeing Xie Zhijin's frost-like eyebrows and eyes, as if it had snowed for no reason in this scorching heat, Jiang Yao shivered suddenly.

He thought of the scene of Xie Zhijin kissing someone again in an instant, his heart felt like a needle being stuck in pain, and out of instinctive self-protection, he took a small step back.

Xie Zhijin frowned slightly, "Where did you go?"

Jiang Yao suddenly felt sour from the tip of his nose, and said timidly, "Walk casually."

"You cried."

Xie Zhijin's voice was firm, Jiang Yao had never had anything to hide from him, so he hummed dully, but didn't dare to say anything else.

In fact, he really wanted to ask Xie Zhijin who that person was just now, but he didn't even have the courage to ask. He was afraid that once this layer of tulle was lifted, he wouldn't even be able to be Xie Zhijin's friend.

Xie Zhijin asked again, "Why didn't you answer the phone?"

Jiang Yao lowered his head to hide his panic, and said in a low voice: Production ○ Ge Woci, "Mute it, I didn't hear it."

Xie Zhijin didn't know if he believed it or not, but at least he didn't ask any further questions, and just said, "Start the vibration later."

Jiang Yao nodded obediently, sweat dripping from his palms.

Xie Zhijin had a lot of questions tonight, "Why are you crying?"

Jiang Yao pursed his lips tightly, afraid of revealing his true thoughts, but he still spoke with a weeping sound, "Homesick..."

It was the first time he lied so much to Xie Zhijin, he gasped a little nervously, shrugging his shoulders.

Xie Zhijin raised his hand, and just touched Jiang Yao's face, two frolicking freshmen walked by, changed his hand, went around Jiang Yao's back, and patted it lightly twice.

Jiang Yao wandered outside for a long time, steaming from head to toe, feeling like a small heater, Xie Zhijin's palm was infected by his heat, and became wet and sticky.

Just being touched by Xie Zhijin, every pore of Jiang Yao opened up, and he felt that he was hopeless.

Xie Zhijin patted reassuringly for a while, and said, "Go to bed early, don't think so much."

Jiang Yao said yes in a muffled voice, bit his lips, "Xie Zhijin..."

Xie Zhijin asked him what was wrong with his eyes.

Jiang Yao's words reached his throat, but he was choked up with timidity, and slowly shook his head.

He and Xie Zhijin were not in the same dormitory building, and he disappeared completely from Xie Zhijin's deep sight after taking a step and turning his head three times.

—

In the first week of school, Jiang Yao was in a state of "war and chaos".

The new environment, new classmates, and a brand new life completely different from before, everything made him unable to resist, but in the final analysis, the reason why Jiang Yao was so depressed before he started college life was that he saw Xie Zhijin kissing someone with his own eyes. .

He single-handedly struggled with the pain and hardship of repeating his studies, and got his wish to reach the threshold of being friends with Xie Zhijin, but was told in an extremely straightforward and cruel way that there is no shortage of him in Xie Zhijin's world.

He is Xie Zhijin's first choice, not a must.

Without him, there will be others. Xie Zhijin never lacks friends. He is just one of Xie Zhijin's many choices, maybe the last one.

Ordinary, dispensable, transparent, and not valued by others.

Jiang Yao's liking failed before he could say it out loud.

But he still can't let go of the identity of Xie Zhijin's friend. Only in this way, he will not feel that this year's hard work is shameless and self-indulgent, and he can convince himself that he is only trying his best because he wants to continue to be friends with Xie Zhijin.

Friend, he couldn't understand the meaning of these two words.

The military training kicked off vigorously in the scorching heat.

After three days of intense exposure to the sun, Jiang Yaoren had lost a layer of skin. He was dizzy every day, his calves were shaking when he walked, and he was terrified when he saw the instructor.

He was assigned to the dagger training phalanx. Under the high-intensity training, he was too tired to think about whether he was a friend or not. His biggest wish every day was that there would be a heavy rain, and it would be better if a tornado would blow them away. They are all blown to the sky, so as not to be tortured by the instructors.

During the short break on the fourth day, Jiang Yao was leaning against a tree profusely panting for breath, surrounded by the complaints of his classmates, and a few bold ones were laughing and joking with the instructor, trying to extend the rest time.

Jiang Yao's face was flushed with heat, and he gulped down water, trying to lower his body temperature.

The class leader quietly approached and stuffed him with a small plate of summer tablets, "Xie Zhijin asked me to give it to you."

Jiang Yao was taken aback, subconsciously looking for Xie Zhijin in the crowd.

"Don't look, he's not here."

Disappointed, Jiang Yao held the cooling tablet, thanked her senior, opened two cooling tablets, and ate them with water. The dry seed in his heart started to stir again because of Xie Zhijin's behavior, and it seemed that it would take root immediately. It germinated, and vines full of love grew and climbed to Xie Zhijin's side.

The two were clearly in the same school, but he hadn't seen each other for nearly a week.

This is completely different from the college life that Jiang Yao imagined. It is impossible for him to cling to Xie Zhijin like he was in high school.

Different colleges, different dormitories, different social circles, a gap of one year is enough to draw a huge gap between the two, the closer they are, the farther they are, and Xie Zhijin can't stop and wait for him.

At 08:30, the military training ended. Jiang Yao dragged his heavy legs to the dormitory. His classmates asked him if he wanted to have a late-night snack together. He was exhausted physically and mentally. Even though it would give him the impression that he didn’t fit in, he still shook his head and refused. up.

Jiang Yao took the lead back to the dormitory to wash off the dust, and just after drying his hair, he received a text message from Xie Zhijin.

"In the dormitory? Go downstairs."

Jiang Yao's heart skipped a beat twice, he felt that he was worthless, Xie Zhijin just hooked his fingers and he was lost.

But he knew that he wanted to see Xie Zhijin.

Jiang Yao trotted downstairs, and saw a familiar figure in the streetlight not far from the dormitory.

The moth flapped its wings and slammed into the bright light recklessly, while Jiang Yao instinctively walked towards Xie Zhijin.

Everyone knows that putting out a fire will kill people, but everyone yearns for the warmth that is close at hand.

Jiang Yao, who had been in a daze for many days, saw Xie Zhijin's heart beating violently because of Xie Zhijin. He looked at him expectantly, "Do you have anything to do with me?"

"Stop by to see you," Xie Zhijin said, handing the bag in his hand to Jiang Yao, "Mung bean paste."

Jiang Yao is too easy to be satisfied, he can buy it with a plate of cooling tablets and a bottle of mung bean paste.

He was flattered to take it, the frozen quicksand liquid brought a burst of coolness, and he sighed comfortably.

Xie Zhijin said, "Jiang Yao, let's talk."

Jiang Yao took a mouthful of mung bean paste in his mouth, his teeth were sore from the cold, he blinked a little uneasily, and nodded his head in Xie Zhijin's watery gaze.

Three ways

Xiao Jiang: He seems to like me a little bit, but not much, I'll see again.