longing for

This topic probably didn't go well, and the two fell silent after talking.Wen Qiu looked at the globe, and there were many messy things on the table, among which a few photos were the most conspicuous.

There is Wen Qiu in every photo, but the youngest one is probably seven or eight years old.However, Wen Qiu looked very thin, short, and stunted when he was a child, which is far from the beautiful grown-up boy in front of him now.

Just now after entering the door, Wen Qiu talked about his past, but what he said was too vague. At this time, he can only understand a little by looking at these photos and the empty house.What kind of past and experiences make up this person?

Song Zongyan found that he didn't know Wen Qiu well, even though they had been good friends for several years.

Wen Qiu suddenly swept away the silence, and turned his head to look at him: "Actually, any place on earth is quite close."

The topic changed too quickly.Song Zongyan hummed suspiciously.

Wen Qiu measured the globe with his hands, and motioned to him: "The southern hemisphere is only so far away from the northern hemisphere."

"You convert the units." Song Zongyan reminded.

"That's not very far."

Song Zongyan understood the implication of his words: "If you think it's not far away, it's not a problem, then why do you hide it from me?"

Wen Qiu was speechless, turned his chair around, and faced him face to face: "Are you angry? I won't tell you about volunteering."

"What do you say?"

"I'm sorry." Wen Qiu said, "But I still concealed one thing, longer."

Song Zongyan frowned: "What?"

Wen Qiu smiled, as if he had been tricked, a little happy: "I like you."

Regarding the matter of applying for the exam, Wen Qiu concealed it from Song Zongyan for half a month.About liking Song Zongyan, he concealed it for hundreds of days.

Song Zongyan's heartbeat suddenly jumped a few times, and he couldn't speak.

Wen Qiu said: "So the other thing I concealed will also make you angry?"

"Can these two things be proved in the same way?" Song Zongyan recovered his voice, trying to correct his logic.

"Why not?" Wen Qiu babbled.

Song Zongyan is indeed no match for him if he is sharper than sharp-tongued and irrational.

But behind the nonsense, there are hundreds of secret loves he has never seen.

Song Zongyan wanted to avoid his gaze, but Wen Qiu just stared at him, his expression was neither crazy nor crazy, but Song Zongyan felt that he wanted to take out that heart and put it in front of him—bloody , Even if he leaves the body, as long as he is in front of him, his heart beats desperately.

So much so that Song Zongyan's body became slightly hot.

"So if you like me a little bit," Wen Qiu leaned over, and said softly, "don't think too much about it, okay? What will happen in the future, whether the long-distance relationship is hard... Check everything to find out the correct one The answer is that it's not love, nor liking, Xueba."

Song Zongyan looked at him with ink-like eyes.

"Okay, I won't force you anymore, think again, think again." Wen Qiu hurriedly stopped, and repeated it again, as if he was afraid that he would be mercilessly rejected on the spot by the other party, "I can wait, but don't Reject me now. Maybe you will be willing after thinking about it for a few days."

He can wait, wait slowly, as long as there is a glimmer of hope.

"I'm not gay." Song Zongyan said suddenly.

Wen Qiu was puzzled for a moment.

Song Zongyan smiled wryly: "You make it difficult for me, Wen Qiu, I am also very troubled, the final result after checking is not worth my investment, should I still do it?"

Wen Qiu opened his mouth to argue: "The future is uncertain, how do you know that there is no one percent hope..."

"I'm going to become gay when I'm with you," Song Zongyan said in a deep voice, "I thought about it and thought it was acceptable, but you volunteered without telling me. This is a disagreement. Are we really suitable to be together? Suitable Does being friends also mean being a couple? Not to mention four years in different places, or even longer..."

He seldom confessed his thoughts, so that Wen Qiu didn't know that he had considered it until he heard him say so much.Wen Qiu doesn't have to think about many things - he just needs to impose his wishful thinking on the other party and let the other party feel it.

But Song Zongyan has to accept that his friends like him in such a short period of time, from the beginning to the end, disappointing his parents and family, enduring social unfair treatment, and a period of homosexuality in a different place that may have no beginning and end.

He thought about it, but Wen Qiu didn't.He's like a selfish guy who's addicted to his own feelings.

It was rare for Wen Qiu to panic. Song Zongyan's parents' friendly faces flashed in his mind, the student and teacher who chewed his tongue behind his back at school, his grandma holding his hand when he died...all the images flashed before his eyes.

Wen Qiu didn't know what to say, so he could only apologize first: "I'm sorry..."

The two legs raised by the chair moved back. He wanted to move his body back, but his arms were suddenly restrained.

"But you're right, one percent hope." Song Zongyan held him back, "I wasn't gay before, it doesn't mean I won't be in the future, and it doesn't mean I can't be gay now."

Wen Qiu opened his eyes slightly.

"From a rational point of view, I really shouldn't agree to you," Song Zongyan said clearly, and it seemed that only his compromised tone remained in the world, "but..."

but.Whenever he meets Wen Qiu, he always has so many buts.Repeated violation of principles.

"If you want to try it, just try it."

Gotta try, just try.No matter what the ending is, you can only give up or get your wish after you try it.

Hearing what he said, Wen Qiu seemed dumbfounded: "What?"

When he spoke, the wound on his lip was very obvious, and there were still fresh bloodshot spots in several places, which probably won't heal within two or three days.Song Zongyan understood that checking calculations is not love, but impulsiveness is.He kissed her impulsively, why?I already have the answer in my heart, so why should I be bound by reason.

Wen Qiu felt a warmth on his lips.

Song Zongyan was kissing him.

The two lips full of wounds were very dry when pressed together, but the breath he exhaled was like a ball of fire.It was the first time for Song Zongyan to take the initiative in such a sober state, and it was rare for him to be nervous.

He was hesitating whether to deepen the kiss, but found that he couldn't feel Wen Qiu's breath anymore.Wen Qiu actually held his breath and didn't dare to breathe out, his long eyes were rarely rounded.

"What?" Song Zongyan was afraid of being held back, so he let go of him, a little helpless, "Isn't this what you want?"

"What do I want?" Wen Qiu was finally able to breathe.

Song Zongyan never said such words, so he hesitated for a moment: "Come and love you quickly."

Wen Qiu was surprised, his eyes widened: "...you know?"

"You didn't express it to let me know?"

"No, it's not..." Wen Qiu retorted, he hoped he knew, "but so soon..."

But he didn't expect it to be so fast.

"Hundreds of days and nights are you still calling fast?" Song Zongyan echoed what he had said.

Wen Qiu stood there in a daze, without blinking his eyes for a long time.He couldn't believe it was what Song Zongyan said, and he couldn't help reaching out and pinching his shoulder: "Have you been possessed by someone?"

"..."

Song Zongyan said, "No."

was responded to.Song Zongyan understood that hundreds of thousands of day and night expectations were answered, he should be happy, he should laugh.Wen Qiu did laugh, but the tears fell faster, like the flow of a river.

Song Zongyan realized that the back of his hand was wet, let go of him, a little surprised: "You..."

He didn't hesitate to speak, but when he opened his mouth, he heard that Qiu was crying, and couldn't help it no matter what.He didn't know why he was crying. In fact, there was not much grievance - liking someone should be satisfying, and there is nothing wrong with it.

But he just couldn't stop crying, as if a huge surprise was coming, but he was not prepared at all, and was hurt all at once.

Song Zongyan had never seen him cry, nor had he seen any boy cry like this.

I was a little flustered all of a sudden.

Wen Qiu cried for a long time before he calmed down a little, grabbed him sobbing and asked, "Did you just talk? Did you say you want to try it with me?"

"Ah."

Song Zongyan looked at his expectant and unbelievable face, and watched his uncontrollable tears wet his eyelashes.

Suddenly reached out and hugged him.Gentle and powerful.

Wen Qiu immediately hugged him back, grabbed the clothes on Song Zongyan's back vigorously and tightly, touched the string of cold Buddhist beads when his hands were clasped, and his body trembled even more violently.

Dreams come true.

Wen Qiu held the string of Buddhist beads tightly, he closed his eyes, felt the temperature of Song Zongyan's body against his chest, and clenched his teeth tightly to hold back some crying.

Last month finally sank into his dark swamp that day.