person oxidized by love

Zhou Keyun could see that Ji Xinghui was not in a good mood, which was different from what he was in front of his grandma's grave just now.

When he was in high school, Zhou Keyun seriously thought about Ji Xinghui's feelings for Yi Jin. He wavered on the line of whether it was more than friendship, and finally concluded that their intimacy was just the result of an accidental love at first sight.

Before he left Xinggang, he kept the secret that he might like Ji Xinghui. Until the second half of the first half of the third year of high school, Zhou Genzheng informed Feng Meilan that he would take him back to Xuanshi.

Zhou Keyun doesn't care where he goes, there is no difference between his mother and his grandfather, no one likes him anyway.

Of course, he has no choice.

The final result of the negotiation was to wait until the end of the last semester before transferring to another school. Zhou Genzheng's secretary asked Zhou Keyun if he agreed, with a serious expression and tone as if a judge was passing a sentence.

Zhou Keyun didn't tell Yi Jin about this. Yi Jin should be the only one who cared about his stay, but he cried endlessly. Zhou Keyun couldn't coax him and felt annoying, so he didn't mention it for the time being.

In the third year of high school, he and Ji Xinghui sat in the last row, separated by two groups, and Zhou Keyun couldn't see his profile when he turned his head occasionally.

Ji Xinghui didn't like to talk very much, and he was always busy. Before his sophomore year in high school, he talked to Tang Cheng the most. Later, when Yi Jin had nothing to do, he ran up and lay on the window to wave to Ji Xinghui.

During the class rehearsal program for the New Year's Eve party, Zhou Keyun needed to act with girls, but he did not refuse.Although Zhou Keyun is alienated, he has always been polite and polite to others. His family education made him seldom reject others, even if he finds it boring.

Until something happened that day, the girl returned home from sick leave, and a group of people came up with the idea of ​​asking Ji Xing to dress up as a boy.When Tang Cheng came to look for him, the first thing that came to Zhou Keyun's mind was Ji Xinghui's soft face, with a pair of clear eyes on the lack of edges and corners, when he looked at you, he was full of emotion, almost flowing Sweetness comes.

Zhou Keyun simply replied to Tang Cheng that there was no problem, it was the same for everyone.

Later, when he returned to the classroom after helping the teacher with his work, the boys booed when they saw him, and his smile was distorted so annoyingly that it was hard to tell whether it was a joke or a mockery.

Zhou Keyun was pushed into the narrow storage room, Ji Xinghui stood at the back, his heels stepped on the broom, he lowered his head so fast that Zhou Keyun couldn't see his eyes.

The wig was as long as her chest, Ji Xinghui was not a real girl, it was very flat, but it made people daydream.The jacket was very short, and the skirt was tightly attached to his waist. Zhou Keyun thought ecstatically that maybe he could hold it with two hands.

Zhou Keyun could see Ji Xinghui's embarrassment, but he didn't say a word, he badly wanted to watch for a while longer.

The back of Ji Xing's neck was flushed with streaks of red, his Adam's apple was small, and it slowly slid up and down because of anxiety.

A secret impulse rose in Zhou Keyun's heart, he remembered those rumors about Ji Xinghui.

When male high school students get together, they always talk about sex, the fruit of the tree of Eden.After playing basketball that day, a group of people were sitting on the edge of the court drinking water. Some people were talking about their girlfriends, but naturally some people changed the subject and said some vulgar words.

Zhou Keyun's social interaction is only out of politeness and need, he loses patience halfway through hearing it, he has no interest in how to blaspheme himself and how to sleep with the person he is dating, just when he was about to leave, he heard Ji Xinghui's name.

"Don't you know? Many people have seen him come out of that kind of place."

"As I said before, he will do anything as long as he is given money."

The expressions of the boys participating in the discussion became weird, like disgust and itching.

"Hey, Mr. Zhou, we are all Betas who don't understand. Although they are good-looking, they can't be compared with girls, right? What do Alphas think?" A boy suddenly turned to Zhou Keyun.

Zhou Keyun frowned, he felt offended, and said with a little disgust: "I'm not interested in Beta."

Zhou Keyun didn't pay attention to those rumors. At that time, his feelings for Ji Xinghui were vague, and most of the time he was convincing himself that it was just curiosity, and at most he had some sympathy, nothing more.

But in today's narrow storage room, looking at Ji Xinghui's two slender and straight legs protruding from under the short skirt he was wearing, he suddenly had a dirty imagination.

He thought about Ji Xing's full eyes, maybe he would lose focus because of the orgasm, and even cry.

Zhou Keyun had an erection without warning.

Ji Xing turned sullen, and walked out sullenly, he seemed to have had enough.

This was the first time Zhou Keyun saw such emotions in Ji Xinghui's body, and he was stunned, but he couldn't catch him.

Later, when Zhou Keyun calmed down and went out, the crowd outside watching the excitement also dispersed, and the laughter and clamor just now seemed to have never happened.

The art committee member came over with a paper bag and handed it to Zhou Keyun, which contained his performance costumes.

At that time, Zhou Keyun was not so picky about his clothes. He took a paper bag, and because he didn't want to touch anyone, he took it to the toilet in the old building to change it.

The toilets in this building are as old as the building, and there are all kinds of graffiti on the door panels. I don’t know which year’s confession is written on it.

Zhou Keyun washed his hands first, and the restless feeling in the depths of his body surged up again. He thought of Ji Xinghui's expressionless face when he occasionally looked at him, overlapping with his bewildered flushed face just now.

Zhou Keyun walked to the last room of the toilet and closed the door from the inside. He leaned against the wall and grasped his desire in some embarrassment.Zhou Keyun closed his eyes and imagined some very direct and rude scenes, all of whom were Ji Xinghui.

At this moment, Zhou Keyun felt more afraid. His physical impulse made him confirm his feelings for Ji Xinghui so easily, wanting to enter and possess.

Zhou Keyun panted slightly. When the climax came, he unconsciously stared forward. There were a few lines of English written on this door, which happened to be in the center of his sight.

He was my North, my South, my East and West.

My working week and my Sunday rest,

Mynoon, mymidnight, mytalk, mysong;

I thought that love would last forever;

Iwaswrong.

Zhou Keyun didn't know who copied the love poem here, and the short-term touch disappeared with the subside of the physiological impulse.He quickly regained his sanity, tidied himself up, went outside, washed his hands again, and he looked fine in the mirror.

Zhou Keyun changed his clothes and went back to the classroom. The literary and art committee members dragged him to put on makeup. He didn't like the smell of foundation, but he held back.

After a simple touch-up, several girls looked around him, and after discussing, they said: "Why don't you wear glasses, we have contact lenses here, let's see if they have your prescription."

Zhou Keyun couldn't wear invisibility, so he said very properly: "I'm taking it off before going on stage, do you think it's okay?"

"That's fine too." The girls looked at him a little shyly, "Teacher Zhou is so handsome today."

Zhou Keyun was a gentleman to the girl, he smiled and thanked her.

He can easily be admired by his peers, but Zhou Keyun is not interested in love itself.

After the party started, the stands were in a mess. This was the most free time in the semester, and some couples even secretly hid in the back row to kiss.

Zhou Keyun was sitting, giving applause at the end of each show.When the art committee came to remind him that it was almost time to go to the waiting room, Zhou Keyun didn't see Ji Xing back.

He cared about it, but he didn't want to ask others.Later, while waiting in the backstage, the boy who had a good thing mentioned it, and he yelled: "Ji Xinghui won't be a deserter, he's so timid."

The tone was so annoying that some girls couldn't stand it, and spoke up for Ji Xing: "He won't break his promise."

The boy smiled strangely, "You don't like him, do you?"

Zhou Keyun let out a muffled cough. He felt inexplicably irritable, so he said flatly: "If he doesn't come, I can act alone. It doesn't matter."

Maybe it was because Zhou Keyun's tone was a bit cold, so the boy shut up wisely.

Until he came to the stage, Zhou Keyun didn't see Ji Xinghui. He was a little angry and didn't show it on his face, but when he sat on the piano bench, he wasn't as graceful as before.People in the audience didn't care about this. The expressionless Zhou Keyun looked even more beautiful, and screams came like a tide.

Only then did Zhou Keyun realize that he hadn't taken off his glasses, so he took them off slowly and put them on top of the piano.

The song is a pop song, and everyone present except Zhou Keyun probably has heard the original song, and the response was as enthusiastic as expected.

Zhou Keyun concentrated on playing, trying to forget Ji Xinghui.

After the performance, Zhou Keyun looked back. He was prepared to fail, but he saw Ji Xinghui hiding by the false door, secretly listening to him playing the piano as the script said.

Zhou Keyun couldn't help smiling, this smile was faster than his reason.

In fact, he couldn't see Ji Xinghui's face clearly, but he knew that at this moment, Ji Xinghui was watching him. If he was dedicated enough, there might be a little admiration on his face.

Zhou Keyun's sanity began to drop continuously, and the love poem on the toilet door slipped out of his mouth naturally.

With soulful content, beautiful soundtrack, and standard pronunciation, this performance is so perfect that Zhou Keyun is completely immersed in it.

To this day, Zhou Keyun can still recall all of this annoying night, and sometimes he even feels that he still has an attachment to Ji Xinghui for so many years, and that day is the root cause of his death.

Stepping off the stage after the performance, Zhou Keyun's excitement hadn't cooled down when Ji Xinghui, who was walking behind him, pulled his sleeves suddenly. He stopped the car without thinking, as if he was about to welcome a hug.

The backstage was a little dark, Zhou Keyun couldn't remember whether it was Yi Jin who said it first, or he recognized the person in front of him first, he felt dizzy, and when Yi Jin yelled the phrase "Surprise", he had already smoothed out the matter The cause and effect of things.

With a cold face, Zhou Keyun gritted his teeth and said, "Do you have nothing else to do?"

He admitted that he was quite naive at that time, but Zhou Keyun couldn't be like the 28-year-old Zhou Keyun. After saying this, he left Yi Jin and left the auditorium directly.

The campus was too quiet, Zhou Keyun could hear his footsteps clearly, it was so dull, like a loser.

Zhou Keyun unbuttoned the top of his shirt irritably. He was glad that this was just a party show. Everyone would think that the grandiose recitation of his love poems just now was just a program design.

The response was really good, the final applause lasted so long.

Zhou Keyun didn't expect Ji Xinghui to be a deserter in the end, he was still such a deserter, he couldn't help but resent him.

Zhou Keyun even felt a little impulsive. He wanted to leave Xinggang directly, so he just left without saying goodbye.

But it's meaningless to do so, Ji Xinghui didn't care about him in the first place, and probably hated him, otherwise there's no need to run away today.

Zhou Keyun exhaled, feeling bored.

In fact, that was not a confession at all, at most it was an accident caused by his impulse, and accidents do not need to talk about success or failure, but why was he so disappointed?