Can a scholar not be partial to a subject?

When Qiu Zhen entered the classroom, Bi Xia was staring at the envelope on his desk in a daze. Qiu Zhen followed his line of sight and saw that it was an envelope. He took it for granted that it was placed by his deskmate when he was not around.

The pink envelope was full of girlish hearts, just like the love letters he had received before.

Qiuzheng has been collecting love letters since elementary school, and he has gained experience in collecting them. At first, he would open them to see what was written. Later, he found that it was nothing more than that. He didn't even open most of the envelopes.

Qiu Zhen pulled back the seat, picked up the envelope on the table, and watched the reactions of the people around him from the corner of his eye.Bi Xia opened the cover of the table, took out the homework and started writing.

This reaction seems a little cold, must be shy.

Qiu Zhen became more and more curious about the contents inside.

There are also slightly darker pink petals on the envelope, coupled with Bixia's always indifferent face and clear voice, there is a cute contrast.The envelope was tightly sealed with glue, and Qiu Zhen didn't want to destroy it, so he elbowed Bi Xia: "Borrow me a knife."

Bi Xia handed him the utility knife, without giving him a look the whole time.

Qiu Zhen took the knife and carefully opened it, looking forward to it.

Bi Xia put on the pen cap and closed the book, stood up and was about to go out, Qiu Zhen stretched out his hand to hold him: "Don't go, let's read together."

Bi Xia looked down at him sideways, one of them was standing, the other was sitting, one was looking down expressionlessly, and the other was looking up with a slightly teasing look, silently confronting each other.Bi Xia stared at it for a moment, then sat down again.

Qiu Zhen withdrew his hand, reminiscing about Bi Xia's expression just now, he looks so good looking at people with his eyelids down high.

But with this expression, Qiu Zhen suspected that he was about to see the letter of severance.

He held the envelope in his left hand, and with a little force between his thumb and middle finger, the envelope opened, and a faint fragrance came out.

He looked up at the people around him, and smiled: "It smells so good."

It's more like a love letter.

Putting the index and middle fingers together to pinch out the letter inside, unfolding it gently, Qiu Zhen's expression froze the moment he saw the handwriting.

These are not Bi Xia's words.

This character can be called delicate, but it is far worse than Bi Xia.He immediately looked to the right, Bi Xia stood up again, without the filter, Qiu Zhen finally realized that he was really unhappy.

This time Qiu Zhen didn't hold him back.

Qiu Zhen rubbed his nose, feeling a little embarrassed. It turned out that he didn't write it, and besides being embarrassed, he was also a little disappointed.

He hastily folded the letter paper and stuffed it into the envelope, then threw it on the table casually, stretched his legs and leaned back on the chair with a heavy sigh, the same table gave him a birthday present, bought him a cake, and was the first Say happy birthday, but he offended someone, what should I do?

As if he suddenly thought of something, he leaned forward, and the two front legs of the chair were finally able to land on the ground.He pulled out the letter paper again with a more eager gesture than before, he seemed to see Bi Xia's name just now.

This is a love poem, or a love poem mixed with many famous lines. If you want to say why he knows it, it is because he has read it a lot.Qiu Zhen endured his toothache and read it quickly, and Bi Xia's name was written at the end of the love letter.

It was indeed for Bi Xia, Qiu Zhen thought expressionlessly: Oh, so he is the light, the hope, the April sky in the world.

But it’s better not to give it to him, so Bi Xia should be happier.

As soon as Bi Xia came back, Qiu Zhen handed him the envelope with letter paper: "It's not mine, it's for you, I thought..."

It was you who wrote it, and then thought that which boy would use a pink envelope, Bi Xia's face was already ugly, didn't this add fuel to the flames, so he changed his words again: "It's a joy for nothing."

However, after he finished speaking, Bi Xia's face became even uglier: "It's not for you, are you disappointed?"

A little disappointed, but not because of this, Qiu Zhen nodded and shook his head, Bi Xia no longer looked at him.

Qiuzheng thought he was just temporarily unhappy, but that night Ren Qiuzheng said that Bi Xia didn't even look at him again.

As soon as the bell rang, Bi Xia packed up his things and went out, followed by Qiu Zhen.

"I'm sorry." He apologized.

Bi Xia turned a deaf ear and walked faster and faster among the crowd, but fortunately Qiu Zhen had long legs and could keep up.

Before they knew it, they were already at the forefront of the crowd, the road became empty, Qiu Zhen ran two steps and stopped in front of Bi Xia.Bi Xia changed direction, Qiu Zhen stood in front of him relentlessly, but did not block his way.He stepped back and explained: "I'm sorry, I really didn't know it was your letter."

Bi Xia didn't answer, his expression was not very clear under the night, Qiu Zhen could probably guess it, it should be his lips were pursed, the corners of his mouth were slightly downward, and he looked like he was not close to strangers.

Bi Xia closed the door as soon as he entered the dormitory, Qiu Zhen was not in a hurry, and knocked on the door, but he didn't have the key with him.

Before his hand touched the door, the door opened, and a small object was thrown out of the door. Qiu Zhen accepted it reflexively. It was the key.

Qiuzheng: ...

When Bi Xia was washing his face, Qiu Zhen rubbed his face soap on purpose, Bi Xia didn't even look at it, and packed his things back after washing, leaving the face soap alone on the sink.

According to this situation, there will be no one to wake up early tomorrow. Qiu Zhen deliberately got up on time and waited at the door, but he didn't find anyone when the other students got up.

He realized it later, and Bi Xia got up early again in order to avoid him.

Qiu Zhen felt a little wronged.Isn't it just a sour letter?He didn't mean to either.

After the grievances were over, the tablemate still had to be coaxed, Qiu Zhen gritted his teeth and got up earlier the next day, but this time he was blocked by people, but Bi Xia still ignored him, Qiu Zhen followed him for a few days with a shy face, a little confused I understand, how did it develop into this?

Qiu Zhen thought for a while, his tablemate would definitely not be able to hold back his face and say I forgive you, even if he apologized all day long, try pretending that nothing happened.

During calligraphy practice, Qiu Zhen finished writing the copybook with great effort and then put it on Wang Bixia's desk: "Little brother, my copybook is finished."

He always wanted Bi Xia to call him brother, but now he went all out and called him junior brother, but he didn't believe that Bi Xia could still carry it.

Sure enough, Bi Xia paused for a moment, and said the first sentence to him in three days: "Write at night."

Qiuzheng was a little happy, the plan went through.The smile on his face hadn't stopped yet, Bi Xia stopped talking again, and wrote sixteen posters in one night, ensuring that even if Qiu Zhen wanted to use the same excuse, it would be at least a few days later.

This is still not wanting to communicate.

Qiu Zhen lost his temper, softened his tone and begged kindly: "Why are you willing to talk to me?"

"Stay away from me."

I can't help it.

I knew early on that he was different from me, and I was prepared for it from the very beginning, but in the end I still couldn't help asking for more, and I'm just an ordinary person.

Qiu Zhen was startled, he knew that Bi Xia was serious.

It's not that he has no temper, even his temper is notoriously bad, but in front of Bi Xia, he always restrains his edge and backs down again, but Bi Xia doesn't appreciate it.

Qiu Zhen took a deep breath and nodded: "Okay, that's what you said."

The corners of Bi Xia's lips were tightly pursed, and his eyelids were slightly closed, not looking at him.

I am sorry.

But he needs to think about it, think about their relationship, think about their future path, think about what Bi Haicheng said to him.

The preliminary brochures of the overseas exchange program have all been distributed, and the presentation will be held as scheduled.

Zhang Yuxin sorted out the registration form and handed it to Bi Xia. The president seemed to be in a bad mood, so Zhang Yuxin asked one more question: "Aren't you going to sign up?"

Bi Xia went abroad a lot, this opportunity was dispensable to him, but he didn't see Qiu Zhen for more than a week after he went there.

He added his name.

That is, in the next semester, he may have to trouble Ms. Xia to arrange for him a "parent" who will receive his pairing partners.

Qiu Zhen regretted it as soon as he said it, but he couldn't hold back the water splashed out when he said it.

It is impossible to stay away, they are at the same table after all, Qiu Zhen no longer has nothing to say, but his eyes never leave Bi Xia.

The cafeteria line still followed him behind him, and sat opposite him after taking the meal. Today was unlucky, in just a short while, there was already someone sitting opposite Bi Xia.Qiu Zhen could only sit down beside him.

The people opposite Bi Xia are not very used to it, so they slurp their mouths while eating.

There will be a valued Zhou Sheng at the plate recycling place to check the leftovers, and if there are too many leftovers, just write down the name. Fortunately, Bi Xia ate noodles today, and Qiu Zhen watched him get up and leave with half of the leftover noodles.

He was behind Bi Xia, and of course he ate noodles, so he quickly stuffed two bites into his mouth and chased after him, and he didn't forget to eat on the way, the poached eggs must not be wasted.

He didn't eat much for lunch, and Qiu Zhen was hungry after reading and writing time. He looked at the people around him, and Bi Xia ate even less than him.

The class break was only 5 minutes, Qiu Zhen still ran to the supermarket, and when he came back, the pockets of his school uniform were bulging, and he rushed into the classroom on the tail of the bell.

The old class took a look at him and started class.

Qiu Zhen typed the draft for about ten minutes, and finally thought about what he wanted to say. He took out a piece of crumbled bread from his pocket and put it on Bi Xia's lap quietly.

Bi Xia glanced down, then turned his gaze to him again. After a few days, when he was stared at by these eyes again, Qiu Zhen couldn't say a word, and all the words he thought just now were thrown behind his head, and the words he came out were simple. One sentence: "Let's eat."

Bi Xia lowered his head, looked at the snacks on his lap again, and shook his head slightly.His right hand was still pressing the book, his left hand made a rustling sound when it touched the plastic packaging, his slender fingers shrank, and he seemed a little helpless.

But he still went back.

Qiu Zhen saw his hesitation, and put it on his lap again: "You eat less lunch, eat more, look how innocent the snacks are..."

"Yo, so sweet?"

Before Bi Xia could speak, Qiu Zhen got hit on the head, and Lao Ban walked behind them for some reason.

The whole class laughed.

"Listen to the class carefully, and it's okay to be courteous and leave the class. I give lectures. After passing this village, there will be no such shop."

The old class circled around and returned to the podium, and there was another burst of laughter in the classroom. Qiu Zhen went to see Bi Xia, and he was already sitting upright listening to the class.

Bi Xia looked at the blackboard and wrote notes, the pen stopped while writing, and his thoughts drifted to Qiu Zhen.

These few days Qiu Zhen was very innocent, it was clearly his problem, Qiu Zhen should have realized it, but he didn't ask anything, just clumsily trying to curry favor with him.

Qiu Zhen may also like him, but everything about him is unconscious. When he realizes his feelings, can he accept it?

Accepting homosexuality does not mean accepting being gay, and accepting that a friend is gay does not mean accepting that a friend likes you.

From liking to loathing is sometimes just a moment.

When the get out of class bell rang, Qiu Zhen put the bread in his hand again: "Do you still remember the nine trees planted in 99 that the boss said?"

Bi Xia regained consciousness.

Qiuzheng said, "When I find Jiukeshu, let's go fly a kite."