longing for

The window was opened a crack, and the cold wind poured in instantly.The girl in the front row might have sensed it, and immediately turned her head, her tone like a knife: "Can you please close it, I feel very cold."

Wen Qiu smiled, but his tone was not kind: "But I'm very hot."

The two confronted each other for a while, and seeing that Qiu Zhen didn't intend to close the window, the girl gave him a hard look, stretched out her hand and pushed the window hard, making a loud noise.

The students who were in the self-study came over by reputation, and seeing that Wen Qiu had a conflict with others, they turned their heads and whispered gossip with others.

Although I can't hear what is being said, it will not be a good word after all.

Wen Qiu shrugged, and didn't open the window again, but stopped and spread out the test paper on his desk to write.The girl in the front seat snorted as if she had won a battle, and turned her head to continue her homework.

Dozens of people are sitting in a classroom densely packed, causing the well-heated air to be unable to circulate, and the breathing room is full of hot air.Wen Qiu scribbled a few strokes on the test paper, and waited until the surrounding discussions and probing and joking eyes faded away, he took out a piece of chewing gum from his pocket and stuffed it into his mouth, lay down on the table and scribbled in boredom, and then slowly Tun turned his head to look at the person next to him.

The indoor temperature was at least 23. Song Zongyan was only wearing a black turtleneck sweater, with the sleeves rolled up, revealing his graceful forearms.His eyes traced the forearm upwards, the smooth curvature of the shoulder and neck, and then the chin, lips, high nose bridge and a pair of black pupil eyes...

"Hey, Song Zongyan." Wen Qiu reached out and touched his exposed forearm.

Song Zongyan's hand holding the pen paused, and the tip of the pen stopped on a multiple-choice question: "What?"

"Look at me." Wen Qiu rolled the chewing gum in his mouth with his tongue, and blew out a bubble. The white bubble lasted for two seconds. He stretched out his tongue and rolled it back into his mouth again, and buried half of his face between his arms. Chongren smiled inexplicably.

Song Zongyan took his boring actions into his eyes, without moving his eyebrows, then turned his head indifferently and continued to write the test paper.

Wen Qiu made fun of himself but didn't feel embarrassed, he just chewed his gum.

When his cheeks were sore from chewing, the bell finally rang, and Wen Qiu raised his face from the desk.He half-closed his eyes, still a little dazed.

From the corner of the eye, he caught a glimpse of Song Zongyan who had finished packing up the test papers and was about to go back to the dormitory.

Wen Qiu stood up abruptly, the chair clattered, and several pairs of eyes floated over to stare at him.Wen Qiu swept the things on the table into his schoolbag, and shouted: "Wait for me to go together."

Song Zongyan thought that he was not talking to him, and walked out with one long leg.Wen Qiu followed behind, and when he reached the stairs, he caught up with someone and walked downstairs side by side.

Song Zongyan was going to the playground. He was used to going for a night run after evening self-study.Wen Qiu also followed into the playground, Song Zongyan treated him as air.

But after the lap was over, Wen Qiu in the stands was still sitting there with his chin resting on his shoulders. When he saw him running over, he waved his hands, clasping his hands together like a trumpet: "Come on."

"Don't follow me." Song Zongyan finally answered him.

Wen Qiu's face was reflected under the lights of the playground, and the red marks left by the evening self-study and sleeping were faintly visible. He spread his hands innocently: "I forgot to bring the key."

It seems to be saying, it's not that I want to follow you.

Song Zongyan stared at him for a few seconds, but couldn't find out whether it was true or not, so he took out the key and threw it over.

Wen Qiu didn't catch the key, and dropped the key on the ground. He squatted down and groped in the dark to pick it up. If he found it, he couldn't keep it here, so he happily picked up his schoolbag and left.

Song Zongyan bumped into Wen Qiu in the corridor after returning from his run. After taking his key, the other party didn't seem to go back to the dormitory immediately, but went to the school supermarket.

The corridor of the dormitory is not narrow, but the boys who come and go avoid Wen Qiu, and they all exaggerately want to stick to the base of the wall.

Wen Qiu saw Song Zongyan coming out of the corridor, and shook the plastic bag in his hand: "I went to the supermarket to buy drinks, and I brought you a bottle too."

"Look at Wenqiu," everyone in the corridor heard this, and the boy with good deeds approached Song Zongyan, winked and said, "What a caring little daughter-in-law."

Wen Qiu also heard this, walked over and said with a smile: "I have a few more bottles here for you to drink."

The boy hurriedly jumped back a few steps, leaning against the wall to distance himself, with an attitude of avoiding it: "Come on, I'm not interested in sex."

The onlookers laughed with their ears pricked up. The laughter might not be malicious, but it was certainly uncomfortable.Wen Qiu pretended not to hear, and walked into his bedroom.

Seeing that he was gone, the boy came forward and patted Song Zongyan again: "Song Zongyan, thank you for your hard work."

The boys’ dormitory in No. 802 Middle School is for four people, but only two of them live in dormitory [-].

Originally, no one of his former roommates would share a room with him after Wenqiu's whole school "come out", but there were not enough dormitories in the school, so there was always a single person to live with Wenqiu. In the end, only Song Zongyan, who had a good relationship with him before, Willing to continue living together.

After closing the dormitory door, Wen Qiu sneered: "Homosexuality doesn't mean that you are interested in any boy in the world. What are they afraid of?"

Song Zongyan didn't respond, and took his clothes to take a bath.

Wen Qiu put mineral water on his table.He just glanced at it: "I don't drink."

"I bought it specially for you. It's not like you don't know that I don't drink tasteless water." Wen Qiu said, "If you don't drink it, just throw it away."

Song Zongyan really wanted to throw it into the trash can, Wen Qiu grabbed his arm: "Are you really throwing it?"

"Let go." Song Zongyan shook off his hand.

Wen Qiu grinned and held it up vaguely: "So what if you don't let go? Are you afraid too?"

"I'm not afraid." Song Zongyan showed a bad face, and his words were not polite, "But I don't want to be so close to a gay."

Wen Qiu blinked slowly, then let go of his hand and said, "Oh."

Song Zongyan frowned at him, threw the mineral water into the trash can, turned around and went into the bathroom to take a bath.

The lights were turned off at 10 o'clock, but at 30:[-], someone shouted Wen Qiu downstairs in the dormitory.As soon as the sound came out, the silent dormitory immediately felt like a cauldron exploded, and a group of boys who had nothing to do ran to the balcony in unison.

"Wen Qiu, come out quickly." The man downstairs shouted again.

A group of people looked downstairs, talking a lot, and some boldly said: "Sun Shao, come up and sit down for a while! Wen Qiu still needs to get dressed, you have to wait."

The person downstairs laughed: "Okay, come up right away. Is someone coming down to meet me? The housekeeper in your building has the worst temper. Every time I come, I have to smudge two packs of cigarettes for a long time before opening the door."

Wen Qiu heard the first yell, and Song Zongyan of course heard it too, sitting on the bed and flipping through the book without saying a word.

Wen Qiu got off the bed and rummaged through his clothes. He didn't shy away from taking off his clothes, his snow-white skin glistened under the lamp.There is a tattoo on the back of the neck, a letter S.The black tattoo moves with the bones on the white skin, looking like a crawling snake at first glance.

Soon the tattoos were covered up by T-shirts.Wen Qiu went to see Song Zongyan, but the other party didn't give him a look.

The person who knocked on the door was impatient, and knocked three or four times in a row. Wen Qiu pulled his clothes and went to open the door. Sun Shilou moved his nose as soon as he entered the door: "What is so fragrant on your body?"

It was Wen Qiucai's perfume, and Sun Shilou leaned close to his neck and sniffed again: "It smells good."

Wen Qiu smiled and tore him off his body: "You came to me when you were about to sleep."

"Don't I have to come to you at this time?" Sun Shilou went to put his arms around his waist, "On the top of the willow on the moon, we have an appointment after midnight."

"Stop burying poetry." Wen Qiu laughed at him.

Sun Shilou turned his chair around, sat down and looked at the dormitory, saw Song Zongyan sitting on the bed reading, and stood up again: "What is Xueba looking at?"

Song Zongyan did not respond.Fortunately, although Sun Shilou is an ignorant dude, he has a good temper, and he doesn't get annoyed when he is ignored. Instead, he warmly invites him, "Want to hang out together?"

Wen Qiu said: "Let's go, don't disturb other people's reading."

When the two of them walked to the door, someone in the room suddenly said, "The key."

The hand that closed the door paused.

"I'll take it, don't bother you to keep the door open." Wen Qiu turned around and shook the key in his hand, his eyes curled up, "Well... Maybe I won't come back tonight."