Demolition of the bridge across the river

Hearing his name in this situation, Gou Xiaohe's first reaction was to quickly pull his arm out of Bianqiao's hand.

His conditioned reflex action was a little big, Bian Qiao frowned severely, Gou Xiaohe turned his head and looked back in a panic, but didn't notice.

"It's really you." It was Xu Yiqiao who called him.

He didn't know where he came from, and when he walked up to him, he recognized Bianqiao again, and greeted him with a "Hi", he naturally raised his arm and hugged Gou Xiaohe's neck, with the other hand supporting his crotch length. Take a breath: "I'm exhausted."

In the past, Gou Xiaohe would not have the slightest reaction to this kind of contact between acquaintances.

But the situation is different now, he subconsciously glanced at Bianqiao, who did not know when Bianqiao retreated to the previous position, his expression and eyes were clueless.

"Huh? What are you two doing here?" Only then did Xu Yiqiao vaguely realize that the atmosphere between the two of them seemed not quite right.

Gou Xiaohe was about to speak, but Bian Qiao replied before him: "It's nothing."

Throwing another sentence of "you talk", he turned and went back to Area A.

"Hey," Xu Yiqiao always felt that every time he saw Bian Qiao, he seemed to be in a bad mood. He smiled and asked Gou Xiaohe, "Can you really get along with your friend?"

Gou Xiaohe was not in the mood to answer his question.

He was going crazy.

"Senior, I still have something to tell him," he interrupted Xu Yiqiao and said to him, "Why don't you go back to the dormitory first?"

"You should have said it earlier." Xu Yiqiao immediately withdrew his arm, "Go!"

Gou Xiaohe said "thank you" and ran towards Area A. He saw the back of Bianqiao from a distance. He didn't know why he didn't dare to yell, but only quickened his pace to catch up.

After chasing after Bianqiao, he reached out to grab Bianqiao's palm.

Bianqiao seemed to have an eye on the back of his head, he didn't turn his head, and didn't even slow down his pace, he just stretched his wrist and threw Gou Xiaohe's hand away.

Gou Xiaohe trotted for two steps, then chased him, and then went to lead him.

Both of them seemed to be a little dazed, and neither of them said a word, and they kept repeating this set of procedures on the boulevard behind the dormitory building, as if they were struggling.

Gou Xiaohe grabbed his hand for the third time, and two figures turned in at the end of the path ahead.

Bianqiao paused, then suddenly grabbed Gou Xiaohe's collar with his backhand, and strode him to the dark narrow passageway between the floors.

There are no lights here, and it was originally a small road, but there are always students who live on the upper floors throwing things down, and over time it has become a place where discarded tables, chairs and sundries are piled up.

When Gou Xiaohe was pushed against the wall by Bian Qiao's neck, he could hear the vague movement of talking and typing on the keyboard in the dormitory window not far away.

But no matter how nervous those movements were, they couldn't compare to the sound of his heart beating now.

"What are you chasing after?"

Bian Qiao stuck very close to him, almost on top of his forehead, and questioned him in a deep voice.

"Did you hold my hand?"

Under the dim light, Gou Xiaohe looked up at Bianqiao's lips, his heart beating so hard that he wanted to tremble.

He suddenly realized that he seemed to like this feeling very much.

Or it can be said that since he started to be "ordinary friends" with Bianqiao, he has been looking forward to it in his heart, eager to relive this feeling.

"I don't want to..." He opened his mouth to speak again, his Adam's apple trembled a little, and he swallowed his throat to make a sound, "I don't want you to be angry."

"You make me angry every day." Bianqiao pressed forward another inch, resting one hand on the side of Gou Xiaohe's head, staring at him with dark eyes.

The forehead is pasted.

There was a very sensitive gland hidden between the man's eyebrows, and when he was suddenly forced close, Gou Xiaohe narrowed his eyes reflexively, and a strong numbness like water ripples immediately enveloped his whole body from head to toe.

His feet softened, he couldn't control his breathing, and snorted softly from his nasal cavity.

Bian Qiao withdrew his hand abruptly and took a step back.

Gou Xiaohe didn't realize that something happened to him, he raised his hand and rubbed his swollen eyebrows, reorganized his words and wanted to continue explaining.

"I know you're unhappy these two days, maybe it's because you think I've praised Xu Yiqiao."

I understand some things in my heart, but if I really want to say "you are jealous of Xu Yiqiao", Gou Xiaohe's face turns red and he is embarrassed to say that.

"But we're here for school and we're definitely meeting new people, you can't..."

"So why do you care about Cui Ziqiu?"

Before he finished the second half of the sentence, Bian Qiao directly interrupted his words.

Gou Xiaohe stayed where he was, he held back for a long time just now and didn't know how to ask those questions, because he was afraid that Bian Qiao would ask him that.

After staring at each other in silence for a while, Bianqiao drooped his eyelids and rubbed the space between his brows wearily.

"It's almost done, Gou Xiaohe." His tone became indifferent again.

"You just want to get used to being close to me, but you can't give me what I want, so don't bother me about these issues in the future."

"I don't care about you, and you don't care how others get along with me."

"Be down-to-earth and be your 'normal friend'. Some people are willing to cuddle with you."

The last sentence was too harsh, but Bian Qiao didn't want to listen to Gou Xiaohe's nonsense anymore, so he walked out quickly.

Gou Xiaohe stayed in the narrow crossing by himself for a while, rubbing his face in frustration, and lost the reason and spirit to chase after him.

After this night of muddled communication, they changed back to the previous mode of getting along.

To be precise, there is only a pattern. At the beginning of the military training, Gou Xiaohe and Bian Qiao are not in the same major and college, and they don't even have a chance to get along.

The content and process of military training are the same. It is not strict to say that it is strict, and it is not easy to say that it is easy.

For half a month in a row, the daily tasks were fully arranged, and even meals had to be led by the instructors to lead the team, singing military songs all the way and taking them to the allocated seats to eat.

A little bit of relaxation every night, a bit of entertainment time, and entertainment within each professional class.

After finally returning to the dormitory, the time before going to bed is also very tight, so I have to rush to fetch water to take a bath and tidy up the housework.

The students of the same major quickly became familiar with each other, but Gou Xiaohe and Bian Qiao never even saw each other.

On the contrary, Xu Yiqiao, we are all in the same building, we can run into each other from time to time, and we are familiar with their dormitory.

Once he was idle and bored, and he sat on the edge of the playground with his roommate, carrying half a piece of watermelon, eating leisurely while watching their military training.

Except for Hu Yuan, whose school military training ended early, and Jiang Chao, Cui Yang, and Cui Pengfei’s small group every day, everyone was tortured by the military training, and they all made new friends, even chatting more and more Simple.

Gou Xiaohe spends most of the day with Ge Nanjing, watching Ge Nanjing bored always reminds him of Bianqiao when he was a child, and wants to share with him whatever is delicious.

Sometimes looking at Ge Nanjing, he still couldn't help thinking that Bian Qiao and Cui Ziqiu must be more familiar with each other.

Thinking about this, he still felt uncomfortable, tossed and turned on the bed for a while during his lunch break, and tried to send Bianqiao a WeChat message.

Gou Xiaohe: The canteen for military training is too bad

Gou Xiaohe: It’s obviously the same dish, but it doesn’t taste good at all if you’re stared at

Send two more emojis.

Bianqiao sent it four and ten minutes later, at the end of the lunch break.

Gou Xiaohe didn't sleep well in the first half, the more he wanted to get up, the more he wanted to close his eyes and groan, when he heard the phone "ding dong", he quickly turned over and took it out to look.

Bianqiao's reply was only one word: yes.