how many boogie i used to like you

After finishing part of the manuscript for Lin Ci and telling him to take a good rest, Zhao Fengshi returned home and went to the bathroom to take a cold shower.

Coming out with water stains all over his body, Zhao Fengshi wore a bath towel around his waist. With his upper body naked, he walked across the wide flat floor, came to the refrigerator, opened the refrigerator door, took out a can of beer from inside, and opened it with one hand. , The water vapor made a "puchi" sound.

Zhao Fengshi leaned his back against the cooking countertop, and the oval corners were pressed against his waist. Cold beer poured down his throat, and he took a deep breath.

He knew about his sexuality from a very early age. He didn't like girls, but boys. In his ignorant youth, he preferred to focus on beautiful boys.

But it seems that he was born with a problem with his eyes. His slightly probing eyes turned into conceit and contempt in the eyes of others. No one dared to talk to him, and he didn't have many friends. He was always alone.

When I transferred to another school in the second year of high school, I thought it would be a fresh start, but I didn't expect to have a bad relationship with someone on the first day.

At that time, Lin Ci was still a little beast who bared his teeth and scratched your face when people weren't paying attention.

Zhao Fengshi was also bad-minded, thinking of ways to make Lin Ci unhappy, knowing that Lin Ci and Huo Xiaoshu were good, he abruptly staggered his duo, squeezed Lin Ci, and looked at the angry expression on that pretty face , His pupils were full of light, and for some reason, he felt relieved from the bottom of his heart.

Originally, I just wanted to tease him casually, but I didn't expect that this "third party" became an addiction, and I relentlessly leaned on the two of them. Seeing Lin Ci's dependence on Huo Xiaoshu, He also looked at Huo Xiaoshu's care of Lin Ci.

At that time, Zhao Fengshi chuckled in his heart. If he were to take care of others, it would be impossible for his whole life.

But if you talk too much, it's easy to slap your face.

In the empty flat floor, Zhao Fengshi felt unnaturally hot when he thought of his appearance just now.

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On the second day, Lin Ci was woken up by the alarm. According to his usual habit, he sat up from the bed, and Luka ran to the bedside to call him. He got out of bed, rubbed and washed, and fed Luka dog food. .

Lin Ci touched the wall, and when she walked to the door of the study, she remembered that her typewriter was broken, and she asked Zhao Fengshi to help write something last night.

When this man was studying, his grades were very good, and he liked to say that he was simple-minded and well-developed. When the two of them met, they hated each other. It was really unexpected that Zhao Fengshi was writing the novel for him now.

Lin Ci laughed, and his dog suddenly heard the owner's laughter, stared blankly, wagged its tail, and circled around his feet.

Zhao Fengshi said that he would still come to help him write today, so Lin Ci didn't go to the study, he went to the living room, sat down, lay sideways on the sofa, and listened to the TV program all morning with his eyes closed.

Drowsy and fell asleep again, it was a return to sleep.

Lin Ci likes to sleep very much. When he is asleep, he may have dreams. The dreams are colorful, with colors and scenes, everything he can see.

He lay in bed for a long time and had four or five small dreams, most of which he couldn't quite remember, leaving only a cloud of vague impressions, the absurd ones of fear and loss, only one of which he remembered.

The senior year sports meeting is their last year, the last big competition, everyone wants to win, and everyone wants a perfect ending.

Lin Ci and Huo Xiaoshu signed up for the relay race, but the bookworm Zhao Fengshi also came to force his way.

On the day of the competition, it was raining lightly, and the run was a little slippery. The broadcast had already told the athletes to pay attention to safety. Lin Ci followed Huo Xiaoshu and bent over to warm up. It is the second bar.

When Lin Ci thought about taking the stick from Zhao Fengshi later, he felt irritable and awkward, and secretly said to Huo Xiaoshu, "I really don't want to be with him."

Huo Xiaoshu comforted him with a good temper, pointed at his irregular movements, and said, "Your warm-up is too sloppy, don't cramp when you run later."

Lin Ci got off his horse and split his legs, stamped his feet fiercely, and said, "How is that possible."

When they got to the track, Lin Ci, who had never seen the world, felt guilty. Zhao Fengshi stood on the track behind him, staring at his back.

With the sound of the starting gun, the students on the first runway rushed forward. When they were approaching Zhao Fengshi's side, he slowly ran up and held the baton with his backhand.

Lin Ci kept turning his head, watching Zhao Fengshi approaching, his legs suddenly felt weak, before Zhao Fengshi ran in front of him, he started to run up, the soles of his shoes brushed against the slippery ground, his calf suddenly cramped, his body leaned forward, and staggered It just fell to the ground.

There was a sound of shock outside the stadium. Lin Ci was sitting in a puddle, and there was still light rain in the sky. He was stunned for several seconds. Zhao Fengshi ran to him, handed the baton to him, and shouted at him: "Lin Ci, get up quickly!" .”

Lin Ci's heart was in a mess. He tried to get up, but his calf hurt like a knife. He endured the pain, took a breath, and said in a trembling voice, "I can't get up, I can't get up."

He subconsciously looked at Huo Xiaoshu, but when he turned his head, his body was suddenly lifted up. Zhao Fengshi supported his waist and hung him upside down on his shoulders.

Lin Ci only felt that his stomach was hit, but luckily he didn't eat much that day. He gasped, and heard Zhao Fengshi say coldly: "Can't you get up? But I have to finish this game, even if it is Carry, I will also carry you to the finish line."

That was the last rain in high school, and also the last cheer. His world was turned upside down on Zhao Fengshi's back.

The blood in his whole body seemed to be poured into the top of his head, his face was hot and red, his body was trembling, his heart was racing, and even breathing became a broken struggle.

At the last moment, he fell into Zhao Fengshi's arms and passed the baton to Huo Xiaoshu. They all fell on the lawn and rolled together, watching Huo Xiaoshu rush to the finish line No.1.

Excitement and surprise blended together, hugging and shouting at each other, but when they saw each other's face, they turned aside.

Although the results of the relay run that day were cancelled, the completed track will always be there.

Several teenagers who were drenched by the heavy rain gathered together, Huo Xiaoshu carried Lin Ci on his back to the infirmary, Zhao Fengshi followed behind them, still silently watching the two overlapping figures.

The fragment in Lin Ci's dream is actually very simple, just the scene of Zhao Fengshi running towards him, the light rain turned into heavy rain, his eyes were so blurred by the rain that he couldn't open his eyes, he sat on the ground at a loss, Zhao Fengshi grabbed him .

The rain in the dream turned into countless light-colored petals flying in all directions, circling around, he opened his eyes wide, staring greedily at all this, stretched out his hand, the petals fell into his palm, it was a cherry blossom.

The doorbell rang, and the colors in front of his eyes faded away in an instant. Lin Ci came back to his senses in a trance. He had a headache, frowned, sat up from the sofa, and reached out to touch the armrest of the sofa.

He walked in a hurry, his calf bumped into the protruding chair in a hurry, walked to the door, opened the door, Lin Ci raised his head, the corners of his mouth raised, "Zhao Fengshi!"

The people outside the door froze in place, looked down at Lin Ci, his lips moved, and said softly: "Xiao Ci, I... I am Huo Xiaoshu."

The expression on Lin Ci's face became very strange and froze. Suddenly he found his voice and asked, "What are you doing here again?"

"I want to meet you... I want to talk to you about the film and television copyright of your other books."

Lin Ci took a deep breath, "No need."

Huo Xiaoshu took a step forward, Lin Ci showed a painful expression on his face, he seemed to be drowned in the bottom of the water, he suddenly shouted, "I said no, I beg you, please forgive me, don't come again tortured me."

"I didn't mean that, Xiaoci, I..."

Huo Xiaoshu still wanted to talk, Lin Ci directly closed the door, but didn't close it, and heard a muffled groan, Lin Ci paused, and shouted: "What's wrong with you?"

Huo Xiaoshu pulled out his bruised nails that were pinched by the door, shook off the numbness of pain, and said in a low voice, "It's okay."

Lin Ci knew that the door probably caught him, and he stroked the door panel as if he was stroking driftwood in the wind and waves.

The vigilance on his face was covered by lethargy, and he said, "Huo Xiaoshu, what do you mean? We are all like this, and you still come to me, what exactly are you going to do?"

Huo Xiaoshu choked up, and he remained silent.

It was always like this, every time Lin Ci asked what he was going to do, he was silent and flinched.

Lin Ci was trapped in that darkness, and what he wanted was no retreat, no misunderstanding, he just wanted a reason, a hand, and an explanation, but Huo Xiaoshu didn't even have an explanation.

He just said, I was wrong, but I still want to treat you well.

What the fuck is this shit.

Lin Ci clenched his fists and gritted his teeth. His head hurt again. It hurt so badly that his legs became weak. He pressed against the door frame and bumped his forehead, as if crying. He said: "Huo Xiao Book, don’t come, if you can’t say anything, don’t come.”