The cold tablemate is a bamboo horse

The living room didn't turn on the lights, Wen Yan stood in front of the window, calmly looking at the empty night sky outside.

That extremely hot summer night seemed to appear in front of my eyes again, the air was so stuffy that I couldn't breathe, and the pungent and drowsy smell of alcohol was all around.In the dark, the touch of the sticky palm on the skin is so real...

"Xiaoyan, you are so beautiful..." said the voice.

Wen Yan felt sick again, did he vomit that day?

Should throw up, he thought.

It's strange, from being at a loss at the beginning, to now I can face this matter calmly.

Xiao Qi rubbed against his feet, the image of Jiang Han leaving in a hurry not long ago suddenly flashed in his mind, Wen Yan frowned again.

He opened WeChat, typed a word into the blank chat box, and then deleted it.

Got it... I should stay away like those people.

The phone in his hand rang a few times, it was a message from a contact named JH.

[JH: Don't worry, I won't tell anyone what happened today. ]

[JH: I don't see anything. ]

After sending these two items, there will always be displayed in the input.

You can feel the entanglement on the other side even through the screen.

Wen Yan waited for two seconds, and finally just sent "good night" over there.

...

On the other side of the screen, after sending the message very entangled, Jiang Han lost sleep completely.

The image of the boy bowing his head and approaching Wen Yan kept echoing in his mind, Jiang Han felt uncomfortable, and a sense of depression was suffocating in his chest.

The man was not as strong as he was, and he looked like he would fall if he was blown. He was not resistant to blows at all, and he didn't know why Wen Yan liked him.

Then it occurred to Wen Yan that he was gay, and for some reason a strange feeling arose in his heart.

There are also homosexuals in their grades, but they are a minority after all. Many people cannot tolerate them, and some say they are heterogeneous.

Every time Jiang Han heard it, he laughed it off. Likes have nothing to do with gender, and if you can't do blessings, don't slander them.

It's just that he didn't expect this kind of thing to happen to him, and the target was Wen Yan.

Wen Yan is gay...

His deskmate likes boys...

In a daze before going to bed, Jiang Han's mind was of Wen Yan wearing white earphones, the scene of the setting sun shining on him, the halo reflected the fine hair on his face, as if a layer of warm light had passed through.

...

On Monday morning, Wen Yan went out at 07:30 and took the bus to school.

Jiang Han stepped into the classroom, after a day of digestion, Jiang Han was still a little awkward when facing Wen Yan.

"...morning," he said.

Wen Yan replied to him: "Morning."

A calm look made Jiang Han feel embarrassed.

Before the teacher came, there were people fighting in the classroom, and an empty plastic bottle came straight in Wen Yan's direction.Jiang Han subconsciously reached out to pick it up, and touched Wen Yan's hand.

At that second, Jiang Han quickly retracted his hand like an electric shock.

After realizing what he had done, Jiang Han suddenly came to his senses, and immediately said with some annoyance, "I...don't mind my brain not waking up."

Wen Yan lowered his eyes, straightened the bottle, and said, "En."

Jiang Han suddenly felt a little uncomfortable, and he couldn't explain why, maybe he really had a convulsion today.

Someone just came to claim the bottle, Xue Lei, the study committee member, ran over and threw the bottle into the trash can, and quickly apologized to Wen Yan, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Wen Yan, I didn't pay attention to the direction for a while, didn't I hit you?"

"No."

"Be careful next time." Jiang Han was dissatisfied, "What if the glass bottle is thrown next time?"

"...Yes." Xue Lei nodded hurriedly.

The Mid-Autumn Festival is on Wednesday, and the three-day holiday coincides with the weekend. I will report on the next Monday.

In the past two days, Jiang Han's words were obviously less, he didn't like to joke like usual, but seemed to be more serious.Every time when I was fascinated by the chat, I took it back as if I remembered something.

Jiang Han was usually lazy and never cared about anything, but now even he himself noticed that he would feel uncomfortable in front of Wen Yan.

After finishing the last class on Wednesday afternoon, Jiang Jiaguo entered the classroom and explained a few precautions, and the six-day Mid-Autumn Festival holiday began.

Everyone carried their schoolbags and shouted for joy. Someone shouted "Happy Mid-Autumn Festival", and everyone in the classroom followed suit.

"Happy Mid-Autumn Festival everyone, stay safe!"

"Have fun and see you after Mid-Autumn Festival!"

"I wish you all a good time, have a good Mid-Autumn Festival and eat mooncakes..."

Chen Xing stuffed his things into his schoolbag, ran to Wen Yan's desk and said, "Put your notes here first", and then ran out of the classroom happily.

Liu Wei and Xia Yu at the front table also got up and turned their heads, and said with a smile, "See you after the Mid-Autumn Festival."

Everyone was saying "Happy Mid-Autumn Festival" to each other, and there was a happy atmosphere, but the two people in the back corner were very quiet.

It's normal for Wen Yan to be quiet. After all, everyone knows that Wen Yan has a calm temper and usually doesn't like to participate in these things, but Jiang Han's quietness is very strange.

Wu Fei gave Jiang Han a look and asked what happened to Jiang Han?

Although the way the two get along is one noisy and the other cold, but at least they are harmonious.Jiang Han loves to chatter, and Wen Yan will respond.

In the past two days, the two of them have obviously restrained a lot, as if they have returned to the feeling of ordinary deskmates who have just met for two days.Although he couldn't say that there was anything wrong with the relationship between the two of them before, he just felt much cooler.

Wu Fei glanced at Wen Yan by the window, and whispered, "You...argued?"

Jiang Han moved his hands very slowly to pack his things.

They didn't fight, but they just didn't know what the problem was.Wen Yan has a delicate mind, so he must have noticed it.

Why did it become like this, obviously he didn't want to.

He and Wen Yan shouldn't be like this...

Jiang Han scratched his hair irritably, and said, "I..."

"Wen Xueba, Brother Han, have a great weekend!"

Before he could speak, he was interrupted.

Wang Junlin ran up to the two of them, spread his arms around them symbolically, and said, "Brother Han, remember to call me when you are playing games. Wen Xueba, tell me when you finish your homework. I love you so much, see you on Monday." !"

"See you on Monday." Wen Yan replied.

Everyone in the classroom had almost left, Wen Yan stood up with his schoolbag on his back.

Jiang Han's hands tightened subconsciously.

"Return your pen to you." He heard Wen Yan say, in a normal tone.

Jiang Han's tense back relaxed, and then a sense of loss filled the air.

He felt that he was a little less like himself.

"It's just a pen, you don't need to return it to me."

Jiang Han took the pen and followed Wen Yan out of the classroom.

The teaching building was very quiet, and the two walked downstairs one after the other.

Not too far away.

The footsteps gradually overlapped, and the crisp sound echoed in the corridor, like stepping on the heart.

Youth is like the wind, and the sorrow of separation cannot be blown away.

The two teenagers had their own concerns, but neither of them opened their mouths.

Wen Yan's figure moved away little by little, Jiang Han felt flustered for no reason.

He felt like something was slowly fading away, but he couldn't catch it.

When Wen Yan was about to disappear, Jiang Han shouted, "Wen Yan..."

The person who was almost out of sight stopped and turned to look at him.

Just like when I first met him in my childhood, a pair of clear eyes looked at him quietly.

"Happy Mid-Autumn Festival, just say something." Jiang Han said, as if coaxing him gently when he was a child.

What about homosexuality?

So what if you like boys?

These are not important, what is important is that this person is gentle.

He was just talking softly.

no one else.

Wen Yan's eyes flickered, and he said, "Happy Mid-Autumn Festival."

The author says:

Wen Yan is the same, the transfer is also because of this,