The end of the world: Beautiful straight man cries and begs to be let go

Gu Xingge's eyelashes trembled, and he quickly glanced around. Seeing that no one was paying attention, he opened his moist red lips, pursed his lips and blew into his fingers.

The warm air brought a little warmth to the cold and stiff fingers.

——Great, no one is watching me.

Gu Xingge seized the time and blew it quickly. His eyelashes were thick and his expression was serious, as if he was dealing with a very important matter.

After the injury on his hand caused by a ring was cured, Gu Xingge became more and more cautious in doing things, and there were no accidents later.

Even my fingers were very cold.

Gu Xingge has never done any rough work since he was a child. Before Gu Xingge started to wear books, when he was studying in school, he heard many stories about their "hardship" from different people.

My roommate, who had just entered university and was a student, once told me his childhood experiences in a few words in a calm tone when we were chatting at night.

"It was after I entered junior high school that I was accepted back and started living a good life. Before that, I had always lived in a small village in a small county."

The night I told the story was very dark. The school had to check and repair the electrical circuits that night. The lights were turned off early, and all the switches in the dormitory building were pulled down.

There are candles in their dormitory that the god of learning bought from outside.

Gu Xingge rarely saw these strange or even rare things.

He even saw the god of learning take out a box of matches that he had only seen in short videos.

There is a small stick with red dots on it. If you rub it on the rough side, you can rub out a small handful of light.

The small light quickly lit the candle, and the entire dormitory was hazy in the dim halo. There was an indescribable dimness, the candle was swaying, and the shadow of the candle was very clear on the white wall.

The God of Learning was in such a light and said calmly: "When I was a child, my family was poor. Boiling water and chopping firewood were the basic survival skills for survival. I couldn't reach the stove at all. I had to step on the bench to reach it. pot."

"For someone who was a kid, that pot was pretty big."

Glancing at Gu Xingge's thoughtful expression, as if he was thinking about how big the pot could be, the God of Science couldn't help but chuckle and add an adjective to him.

"At that age, I was afraid that cooking would lead to me falling into trouble, and I would even cook it together."

He glanced at the young man who opened his mouth in surprise, his moist red tongue appearing and closing again.

Xue Shen didn't know why, but he seemed to be amused.

He smiled happily at Gu Xingge.

The image of a small man, holding a big shovel, cooking on the stove is actually not unusual for many people of the same background.

It's just that the four people in the dormitory all have good family backgrounds.

If it weren't for the God of Study chatting with everyone about his past, no one would have imagined that this child who was both good in character and academics and who looked like he was raised by a scholarly and wealthy family would have such a past.

Xueshen and Gu Xingge talked about many things they had done.

"When I was young, growing up in the village, we would go to the fields with the adults to sow seeds in advance during the season. On weekends, I would also invite a few children in the village to dig some seeds from the ground next to the river ditch. Loaches come to catch small fish and crabs to add some game food.”

Gu Xingge listened and listened, and felt that the past of the elementary school god was rushing towards his face.

After listening to the story, Gu Xing couldn't help but look at the table on the side.

Gu Xingge's curious and eager eyes were caught by the God of Study. In the eyes of the other party who smiled dumbly, Gu Xingge received the match handed over by the god of learning.

"It's probably rare to see this in the city."

"You can rub it and play with a few."

Gu Xingge was a little embarrassed, but he still couldn't resist his heartbeat. He lit the small match in the dim candlelight.

The other two roommates, the roommate who was a sports student, also took it and rubbed two of them with interest after Gu Xingge played with him. Finally, the roommate who was a sports student raised his lips, turned to Gu Xingge and said, "Don't say that. , Don’t even say that. This thing is a little bit addictive when it’s lit.”

The roommate who was a sports student laughed at Gu Xingge again and said, "The way you lit the match just now, you looked like the little match girl in a fairy tale."

"No, it's the little prince selling matches."

"But the little match seller ended up freezing to death." The beautiful boy looked dim and beautiful in the candlelight. Gu Xingge held up his chin and pretended to be aggrieved to his athletic roommate who was playing with matches. He complained and said: "Do you want me to freeze to death in that winter?"

The beautiful young man felt aggrieved, and his clear eyes seemed to be able to speak.

My roommate, a sports student, paused while playing with matches, his knuckles stopping.

I met my art student roommate who was staying overnight next to me during this rare power outage. He hooked the cell phone next to him with his hand and said to Gu Xingge, "I won't freeze you to death."

He glanced at the other two roommates lightly and said, "We will buy up all your matches in just a few minutes."

For some reason, Gu Xingge smiled strangely when he saw his roommate, an art student.

Gu Xingge couldn't understand.

Anyway, this guy had always wanted to paint a nude of himself before, but he was always rejected by Gu Xingge.

The roommate who was a sports student put the match into Gu Xingge's hand in a serious manner, and asked with a sincere face: "Hello, little prince selling matches, how do you sell your matches?"

"I want it all."

"By the way, can I buy you together?"

"No..." The roommate, a sports student, coughed twice and said with a fake smile: "I mean, I want to invite you, the little prince in trouble, to my house. You will enjoy the delicious sweetness. Cocoa and baked fluffy little cakes, the warm fireplace will burn all day long.”

"Would you like to spend the whole winter in my house and then leave?"

He asked very seriously, then he nodded at the academic roommate next to him and said, "This is the most professional housekeeper I have hired." He then nodded at the art student roommate, "This will be the powerful servant I have arranged for you. , you won’t be stuck and suffer this winter.”

"So, little prince, would you like to spend the winter at my house?"

As if acting in a sitcom, the academic roommate next to him smiled like a housekeeper.

The powerful servant—art student roommate, smiled and hummed: "Okay, I will be your limited servant for one day."

Gu Xingge, who was played as the little prince in distress, couldn't help but laugh out loud. In the dim candlelight, the beauty shone dimly, and he smiled with his little white teeth and said: "Okay."

The eyes are curved, and the eyelids gently draw out a soft arc.

He also pretended to be very surprised, and raised his chin reservedly as he said, "I'll excuse you, this warm-hearted and kind earl, as well as the enthusiastic housekeeper and powerful servant. I think you will all have good luck in the coming year." of!"

The cold snowflakes moistened the palms of my hands.

The memories on campus fade away, leaving only the coldness of the apocalypse.

Gu Xingge blew on his red fingertips again.

It is true that I have never suffered much.

These two hands, which had not done much rough work, were sore from Gu Xingge's wrists, which had been mechanically digging out crystal nuclei for a day.

My fingers still hurt and itched.

Gu Xingge, who had been enduring it for a long time, felt that it was a bit unbearable, so he tried to blow a little more to make himself feel better.

The misty water vapor was exhaled, and Gu Xingge was blowing, his ears tilted vigilantly.

Gu Xingge pursed his lips and thought a little aggrieved.

Okay, I'm really in trouble.

It's just that he is not the little prince in trouble.

But a little cannon fodder in a book.

I am living a miserable life now.

He hum muttered a few words in his heart, so my kind earl, enthusiastic housekeeper, and powerful servant all turned into frothy phantoms in my memory.

He is little cannon fodder.

In this apocalyptic world, I rarely meet normal men, and I always meet some weird perverts.

I really hate it.

His eyes were darting around, like a nimble little beast. As long as there was the slightest disturbance, he would run quickly and change everything back to the way it was before.

Gu Xingge didn't want others to see him like this.

Even though he dug up crystal cores, he didn't fight with people or monsters with a Dao knife.

However, my hands are still too tired.

While thinking about it, Gu Xingge couldn't help but slightly tighten his lips. This was not what he wanted to happen.

It was so painful and itchy that my hands couldn't hold it any longer.

My hands are too delicate! Not his problem.

He doesn’t want this either!

The beautiful young man couldn't see that his face had become dry and red due to the cold wind of the day, like two red circles on the face of a plateau child of several years old.

It also looks like a delightful New Year painting doll, with its face painted in a rouge color.

The way he blew on his fingers to try to warm them made people's hearts soften.