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As the sky was getting dark, Song Zongyan sat down after turning on the light when he was kicked from under the table.

Wen Qiu: "I'm sorry, the kick was heavy."

Song Zongyan: "..."

"Are you going to eat?" Wen Qiu kicked again with a lighter force this time, "It's 05:30."

"I have an appointment." Song Zongyan refused without looking up while correcting the test paper.

"Who?" Wen Qiu was curious.

Before Song Zongyan could speak, there was a knock on the door, and then the door was pushed open, revealing the girl's pretty face.

Wen Qiu tightened his hand holding the pen, but smiled on his face: "Is Miss Xia free to come to school today?"

Xia Yunjiao greeted him: "I've been in school for the past two weeks, and I'm more afraid of not getting up to the mark in the culture class than in the professional class. So come back as soon as possible and let Song Xueba tutor me."

She is an art student, majoring in choreography and directing. She has been taking professional classes outside for a while, preparing for the art exam around the Chinese New Year. It has been nearly two months since she came to school.

"Your grades are pretty good." Song Zongyan said, standing up and putting on his coat.

"It's still applauded if there are more than a hundred people." Xia Yunjiao pretended to exclaim, "Don't comfort me!"

Wen Qiu, who was ranked [-] away, was hit by an arrow.

But don't look at her words are full of self-compassion, but in fact she is arrogant.But she also has the capital of arrogance--the famous talented girl in the school, not to mention her beauty, took over the school newspaper and magazine as soon as she entered the school, and organized stage plays in the club, she is a real man of the hour.

Song Zongyan smiled: "Let's go, go eat."

"Aren't Wen Qiu together?" The two walked a few steps, Xia Yunjiao turned her head in surprise, "Go eat the braised pot at the West Street by the school gate."

"No. Who wants to go out on a rainy day." Wen Qiu looked at Song Zongyan, "Bring me a copy."

"You're still so delicate." Xia Yunjiao also spoke to Song Zongyan in a joking tone, "You can bring him fried rice with eggs later."

That was the food that Wen Qiu hated to eat the most, but he smiled and said with a raised tone, "Yes."

Song Zongyan was noncommittal.

There was still a third of the paper left uncorrected, and when the two left, Wen Qiu threw away his pen and started playing mobile games.As for the unfinished test papers, let's throw them to Song Zongyan - who told him to run away and leave him to go on a date with his sister, and he was going to bring fried rice with eggs for him.

Song Zongyan came back alone, Wen Qiu looked behind him: "Where is Xia Cai?"

"Go back to the dormitory." Song Zongyan put the dinner he brought back on his table.

"I thought you wouldn't bring it." Wen Qiu held his face with one hand and shook his phone, "I'm going to ask someone to send a copy."

Song Zongyan sat down and said after a while, "Who will send it?"

Wen Qiu was already opening the bag, and had no time to think about what he asked. After seeing the dinner, his eyes opened slightly: "Pizza."

That tone seemed to be quite disappointing that it wasn't fried rice with eggs.

"Song Zongyan, what kind of treasure are you?" Wen Qiu took off his gloves, and unlike his tone of yin and yang, he had a smile on his face, "Bring meals to people I hate and also bring him favorite food. If it were me, I would definitely bring them. Fried rice with eggs."

Song Zongyan pretended not to hear.It can be heard that Qiu didn't delay in talking while eating: "But I want to eat seafood stewed noodles."

"The team is too long." Song Zongyan subconsciously replied.

It turned out that he was going to bring seafood stewed noodles, but the store on West Street has always been a booming business, and the people queuing up during dinner time can reach the end of the street.

"Then you line up." Wen Qiu said, "I'm not in a hurry."

Song Zongyan ignored the shameless words, lowered his head to correct the papers, and found that Wen Qiu hadn't corrected a single copy and said nothing during his departure.

Wen Qiu took a bite of the pizza with the side face of the person opposite, eating with relish.He is very picky eater, he doesn't like eight out of ten popular cuisines, and he especially can't accept pork, which is rare and picky.Wen Qiu lived on campus from the first year of high school, but he never refused to eat breakfast in the school cafeteria.At that time, his studies were not busy, and Song Zongyan didn't move, so he lived at home, and every morning he would bring Wenqiu some wonton noodles and almond paste near the business circle.The rare few times he was late was because of the order information sent by Wen Qiu, all of which were dim sum during the morning rush hour and it was difficult to line up.

"Speaking of which, it's been a long time since I ate that wonton noodle," Wen Qiu said, "Let's go eat on Sunday."

"No time." Song Zongyan didn't lift his head.

"Why do you remember what I like to eat, but you don't want to look at me when you talk." Wen Qiu repeated his old trick and kicked the other person lightly under the table, "You didn't say it yourself, look into the other person's eyes when talking to someone Is it polite?"

Song Zongyan didn't answer.

"Do you want to eat?" Wen Qiu took another piece of pizza and handed it to his mouth, and said quickly before the other party opened his mouth, "One bite means we are reconciled, okay?"

Song Zongyan didn't move at first, but turned his face away when he heard this.

This was also expected, Wen Qiu pretended to be hurt: "Am I so annoying?

The other party still ignored him.Wen Qiu said: "Okay. I won't be boring myself." He continued to eat pizza.

Song Zongyan was very fast, he had finished correcting the test papers in his hand, and went to get the stack in front of Wen Qiu.He reached behind the other party's table, but didn't move immediately.

"There is no reconciliation." He said suddenly, "I never hated you."

Wen Qiu was startled, his mouth that was about to bite the pizza slowly closed, he lost the mood to eat for a while, and it took him a long time to reply dryly: "I know."

"We can always be friends," Song Zongyan looked directly at him, "As long as you can..."

"No." Wen Qiu interrupted him forcefully.

So the dazed person turned into Song Zongyan, but only for a second or two, he returned to his normal expression, pursed his lips and stopped talking.

Song Zongyan has shown a gesture of rejection for a long time—since he knew that Wen Qiu likes the same sex.Wen Qiu knows that if he likes someone he shouldn't like, he has to endure endless loss.But he endured it as if nothing had happened for two months, but at this moment, he suddenly felt uncomfortable as if someone had poured a basin of boiling water, every inch of skin and every organ on his body was scalded to the point of pain and constriction.

He threw the half-eaten pizza into the box, grabbed Song Zongyan's right hand and went to correct the test paper, very hard, his eyes also showed a rare impatience, and his tone was finally no longer able to do it with ease-who can like it and know it will last forever? To those who cannot get it, keep at ease——

"Is that important? Because I like men? You say you think homosexuality is disgusting, but it's someone else, and I will make you feel disgusting too?"

Song Zongyan shook his head: "Your freedom."

——And because Wen Qiu likes men, he chooses to keep a distance from him, even deliberately indifferent, and does not want to have any more contact with him, which is also Song Zongyan's freedom.

The overhead lights flicked, and there was a sizzling sound.Wen Qiu let go of him and fell back into his seat.Obviously Song Zongyan was so close to him, but he was only an inch—but he knew that this distance was a gap he couldn't cross.

Wen Qiu secretly exhaled a few times, slowly regained his previous expression, poked a piece of pizza into pieces, and complained: "Why is today's pizza so unpalatable."