kinda straight me

That night, they stayed at the resort.

Wu Jingan couldn't fall asleep after tossing and turning, he was tormented by too many worries and suspicions, so he simply sat up, saw the flowers on the table in front of the window, and picked them up.Pick one "he loves me" and another "he doesn't love me" and play all night, eight flowers and three pieces of bread are wasted,

The results he got were mixed, he still didn't know what Xu Hui was thinking, he was so childish that he was going crazy.

Early the next morning, he took the first bus back home.

The whole morning, Xu Hui didn't make a single phone call, so he was relieved instead.

Up to now, he still hasn't figured out what expression, tone and attitude he should use to face Xu Hui.

Otherwise, simply kill people to silence the mouth, destroy the corpse and wipe out the traces, refuse to admit it, and the world will be peaceful.

Wu Jingan tousled his black hair, and finally fell asleep with remorse and helplessness.

This time he slept even worse, because of yesterday's confession plus that impressive kiss, so he had a very sad confession.

Holding the sheets bitterly and throwing them into the washing machine, he sat at the table and smoked three cigarettes in a row, when his cell phone rang.

He was so frightened that he trembled all over, and after a long while, he regained his composure and looked at his mobile phone. The word "rich second generation" looked so eye-catching.

He struggled in pain for a while before picking up the phone tremblingly.

"Hey"

"Where are you"

"Yes, at home."

"Come here for a while, let's talk."

Xu Hui's voice sounded very unusual, lacking the usual banter and foolishness, it was so serious that Wu Jingan got goosebumps all over his body, "Yes, can it be another day, I, I today--"

"Your period"

Wu Jingan almost bit off his tongue, who said that Xu Hui was serious just now?

"I see, what time is it, okay."

After hanging up the phone, Wu Jingan smoked two more cigarettes to recover from his stress. He felt his flat stomach, but he had no appetite at all.

What is supposed to come will come, whether it is a blessing or a curse, we have to rush, right?

The worst result is to be called a pervert by that person, spit on, cut off the relationship, and never communicate with each other forever.

Come to think of it, maybe, maybe, maybe, these myself should be able to hold on.

It's all about setting aside the time before getting to know him, it's fine

Reassuring himself in this way, after Wu Jingan packed up, he went to the banquet with a tragic mood.

After getting out of the elevator, a man in uniform led him to the private room of 502. There was a loud noise from inside, and it was obvious that there was more than one person. Wu Jingan couldn't help but feel a little bit disappointed.

I came here with the determination to live and die today, but it seems that nothing can be discussed today.

Opening the door of the private room, Liao Shenghui hugged the microphone affectionately and sang out-of-key love songs.

There were a few people sitting sporadically on the sofa. They were not unfamiliar faces, but they couldn't be called by their names.

Xu Hui was sitting on the sofa to the north, with his legs crossed and one hand resting on the back of the sofa. When he saw him coming in, he smiled and raised his chin as a greeting.

He still looks like a second-generation ancestor, which makes people love him so much.

Wu Jingan sat down nearby, and turned around to see a familiar person sitting next to him.

Hao Shi nodded to him, and Wu Jingan responded with a smile.

Liao Shenghui's singing was really bad, and everyone in the audience couldn't stand it anymore, booing him all the time, urging him to step off the stage.

Liao got annoyed and yelled into the microphone: "Whoever sings better than me, stand up for me. Come on, let's fight one-on-one."

Speaking of singing, Wu Jing'an remembered the song "Is it Wrong to Love Someone" that he heard when he sang K with his friend Xu Hui for the first time. Zheng Yuan's song was sung by him, perhaps because he brought deep feelings into his heart. feelings, even beyond the charm of the original song.He glanced around intentionally, but didn't seem to see that person.

He approached Hao Shi's ear and asked, "That person didn't come last time."

Hao Shi raised his eyebrows and looked at him.

He thought for a while and said, "I sang "Is it Wrong to Love Someone?" It seems that the surname is... Joe."

I don't know if it was his illusion, but after hearing his words, Hao Shi's originally calm eyes suddenly became quite cold.

Wu Jingan thought for a while, could it be that there was something wrong with the way he asked the question.

Hao Shi retracted his gaze and sighed slightly, "He has returned to the United States."

Wu Jingan nodded, leaned back on the sofa, took out a cigarette and was about to light it, when someone clamored for Xu Hui to play a song of nature to save everyone's ears.

Xu Hui didn't hesitate, the microphone was handed to him, and he kept his sitting posture unchanged, saying "ten years" to Liao Shenghui.

The piano prelude sounded, Xu Hui's eyes swept to the door, Wu Jingan took a puff of cigarette, forced himself not to look at him, but couldn't help chasing that handsome figure with his peripheral vision.

"Ten years ago

I don't know you you don't belong to me

We are still with a stranger

Walk through the streets that are gradually familiar

Ten years later

We are friends and we can greet

Just kind of gentle

No more reason to hug

Lovers inevitably become friends in the end"

Ten years ago, I didn't know you. Ten years later, we... can we still be called us?

Wu Jingan's thoughts were brought to a place beyond touch by Xu Hui's singing, and he used an impossible fantasy to describe their future, their ten years later.

Maybe there is a small quarrel, maybe there is an affectionate kiss, maybe they will squeeze into the karaoke room and sing hoarsely, maybe they will nestle on the sofa and watch a movie or two, maybe, maybe, maybe...their life goes on .

Wu Jingan couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth.

Knowing that it is impossible, but still thinking about it, human beings are all creatures that are too cheap to do anything about.

After singing one song for ten years, someone urged him to play another one, Xu Hui smiled from the corner of his eyes, held the microphone and said: "Jing An, come and sing one, I don't think I've heard you sing before."

At this moment, everyone's attention was focused on the doorway. Someone who was trying to hide his sense of neglect was forced out. He had a microphone and a top hat. No matter how he explained that he couldn't sing, he was still taken away by everyone. ear shield.

No matter how hard it is, it's really like a girl. Wu Jingan can sing if he wants to, try to sing as badly as possible, and he will be reduced to Liao Shenghui's level in the future. Next time, who else would want to hear him sing?

After nodding to a friend and pretending to howl twice, when Wu Jingan was wondering why he was still being bombarded, the background sound gradually changed, Zhou Huajian's unique voice turned into a green and simple voice, even the music It was no longer clear, too much noise was mixed, and soon another male voice joined together, and it became a duet feeling.

Wu Jingan was sweating from the palm of his hand holding the microphone tightly. The background sound had a feeling of deja vu. His brain was running fast, and finally found that scene in the dusty corner.

He raised his eyes slightly, and saw Xu Hui who was sitting leisurely opposite him and raised his face and smiled at him.

That smile, like hiding countless poisonous needles, caused pain all over the body.

The background sound gradually became louder, and everyone sitting on the sofa was looking at the picture through him. In the picture, it should, it should be two and a half boys, at the welcome party, each holding a microphone, singing heartily .

Some feelings are also brewing silently in the tacit eyes.

His body was a little stiff, and he looked so unnatural when he turned his head.But - he still has to confirm.

Confirm that the boy in the picture is the person he has been thinking about for ten years, and confirm what the cruel man will do next

At that moment, maybe he should thank Xu Hui.

Thank him for allowing me to meet the 17-year-old Jingcheng and relive the best time of that period.

The magnified picture was exactly as he had imagined, there was no miracle at all.

The welcome party, the stage, Jing Cheng, Wu Jingan, lights, microphones, people in the audience...

The two teenagers sang carefreely, and sometimes they would raise their heads handsomely, throwing the covered hair behind their heads, revealing their young and happy faces.

Wu Jing'an looked at Xu Hui again, maybe there was doubt in his eyes, he really didn't understand, and he really wanted to understand, Xu Hui, Xu Hui, why——

Xu Hui was still laughing, he was laughing watching this farce from the beginning to the end.

Those eyes that were once gentle, never let him go from the beginning to the end.Only this time, it turned into a flesh-cutting knife, sharp and sharp.

Wu Jingan's doubts were quickly resolved, the music didn't stop, but the screen suddenly switched, as if afraid that people would be too bored, several enlarged photos suddenly appeared.

Wu Jing'an once again experienced the feeling of being cut by a knife.

Those photos once ruined his high school life, ruined his budding love with Jing Cheng, and even ruined ten years of his life.

The two boys in the photo are kissing and hugging together.

The photos with different angles let people see clearly that the two protagonists are the two who sang in the party just now.

There was an unbelievable gasping sound in the private room, followed by a laughing curse, "What are you doing, two gays!"

"No way, what year was the New Year's Eve party on the banner just now, and it was popular at that time?"

"What the hell!"

To be honest, these words are really nothing, compared to those abuses back then, it is a piece of cake.Why ----

Wu Jing'an was still severely cut, and the blood was flowing backwards all over his body, gradually losing his body temperature.

Back then, the headmaster threw these photos at his parents' faces, and said with contempt in his eyes that they should take him back as an outlier.

Back then Jing Cheng passed him with a pale face, but refused to look up at him.

Back then, the whole school looked at him like a monster, and whispered to each other one after another.

Back then, his father hung him up and whipped him severely all night with a belt. He passed out from the pain, but he stubbornly refused to make a sound.

That year, he seemed to have died once, sitting on the hospital bed, not eating, not drinking, not talking, just staring blankly at the sophora japonica flowers hanging on the branches outside the window.

In that year, Jing Cheng completely walked out of his life.