live up to the morning light

Later, Huo Hongguang often thought, if he had been sharper and turned his brain one more way, would he not have to work so hard tomorrow morning?

However, there is no if in everything.His upbringing experience is different from that of ordinary peers, his big and simple personality, and even his trust in Ming Chen, all make him more-sluggish in this regard.

By the time he realized that something was wrong, it was already the second semester of his freshman year.

At that time, he got to know the whole dormitory very well. Although the four of them had different origins and experiences, they had very congenial personalities. In addition, they all had a relatively broad mind. The content of "humanity" - all stories that start with "I have a friend" - there are weird, family, and love.

Sometimes someone would cry while talking.So he knew it wasn't "a friend" of his.

Hongguang has less experience in this area, and he listened to it for a whole week, feeling embarrassed, so he also said "I have a friend", concealed his name, and talked about things with Mingchen.

After he finished speaking, he stopped, and there was no sound in the room.

"...What's wrong?" Hong Guang sensed that the atmosphere was not right.

"Brother Guang, this is... you?"

"Is that you and Xiaochen?"

"Ah... If it's Xiaochen, then..."

"No, no, this is really my friend." Hongguang quickly denied - the other protagonist in the story was recognized by his roommate so quickly, he felt a little weird, and ran the train at high speed, "I met in high school, others The monitor of the class, who played with me on the school basketball team—what?"

"I still ask why... I will ask 'Why, Brother Guang, you also..."

"What kind of gay customs do you have in gays? Generally speaking, straight men don't do such things!"

"No?" Hong Guang asked subconsciously.

"Absolutely not! It's fine if two girls kiss each other, what are you talking about with two old men! Straight men feel disgusting to death when they touch other people's things-vomit!"

"If it's this kind of 'helping each other', there must be a problem, then what, 'Crossing the boundary of friendship, we come to the restricted area of ​​love', overturning the boat of friendship, and starting the giant ship of love..."

"It's over if you just say it's sex."

"Yes...that's basically what happened."

"No way..." Hong Guang still couldn't believe it——Mingming, Mingchen told him...Mingchen shouldn't lie to him...that's right...

"Brother Guang, why can't you turn your brain around?" The boy in the bed next to Hongguang couldn't help it, "I'll ask you, if our brothers attack you, how can you..."

"Stop, stop!" The bed opposite hurriedly called to a stop, "Don't make me think of that kind of picture—vomit!"

So it seems true...

Friends don't do this kind of thing.

Don't try to kiss each other as a practice object.

Will not solve each other in bed.

Nor - of course, Hongguang didn't dare to say - let the other party put a part of his body into his own.

So……

...the person who indulged and even encouraged himself to do so, how could he...

It was like being splashed with a basin of ice water in the midsummer blazing sun.

Hong Guang was so excited that he felt goosebumps all over his body—then he seemed to have suddenly realized something, and he seemed not to understand anything at all.For a moment, the world was spinning, only the heart was beating fast like a drum.

Suddenly, Hong Guang dialed the phone somehow.

The phone connects, but I don't know what to say.

"Hello? Ah Guang? Why are you calling me at this time?" On the other hand, Ming Chen spoke first, "Your roommate is asleep?"

Hong Guang opened his mouth, but he still didn't say anything - Mingming and Mingchen called each other before, and there were always endless topics to talk about.

God knows where so much can be said.

They obviously talk to each other on the phone every day.As soon as I am free, I want to call the other party.It is customary to have at least one early and one late.As early as when no one else woke up.Later than other people's lights-out time.Hiding in bed, not being known by anyone.As soon as we wake up in the morning, we have to say good morning to each other, and sometimes listen to each other's breathing to solve the early morning problems that boys of this age will have.At night, I talk about everything, life, study, meals in the cafeteria, wild cats on the roadside, and other meaningless and interesting things.Although many of them have already been posted on WeChat casually.

Yes, they also send WeChat, anytime, anywhere.After class, after class, when eating and walking, everything has to be posted.It's all about Sesame Mung Bean, I mentioned it on WeChat, and I said it again on the phone, but I didn't even find it annoying.

Sometimes, when it was too late and all the dormmates were asleep, the topic would not be under rational control, and as we talked, we would rush to the next three routes—hiding under the covers, subconsciously not wanting to be discovered, with a very low voice Low, very close to the microphone, a little noise is infinitely amplified by the radio waves, as if it is really close to the ear.

Mingchen's voice is clear and bright, no matter how lightly it is played, it can't blur the clean timbre. This kind of timbre is transmitted through the radio waves, panting and occasional uncontrollable moans are intertwined, with a little coquettish nasal sound , with a variety of styles, fatally seductive.

I was used to not noticing it before, but now that I think about it, such a midnight call, such a private tone, seems to be...

"Ah Guang? What's the matter?...Could it be that he put it in his pocket and forgot to lock the screen, this guy is always careless and stupid..." Mingchen's voice was slightly smiling, shallow, like The wind with the fragrance of peach blossoms in spring.

Hongguang seemed to be able to see his crooked eyes squinted with a smile, and the corners of his eyes that were tinged with red.

The evil fire jumped up suddenly: "I'm not stupid."

"Eh?" Mingchen probably didn't expect him to say that suddenly, and was taken aback for a moment, "You're here, then you..."

"I'm not stupid, Mingchen," Hong Guang said clearly, "don't think you can lie to me, the things we do, 'ordinary friends' wouldn't do."

There was a sudden silence from the phone.

Not even the sound of breathing.

Only then did Hong Guang realize that he was in a hurry, and was about to come back when he heard the buzzer sound—the phone had already been disconnected in the morning.

Busy call again.

Where is anyone else answering?