near and far

By the time they finished, the bed had been tossed into a mess by the two of them, lying side by side on the bed, with the messy quilt and crumpled and sticky sheets under their bodies.

In addition to the time when they didn't really penetrate, they had already rolled in bed three times. Although they were not very familiar in high school, they had known each other for many years in retrospect. What to say, He Chengan lay quietly next to him, the two of them were still in contact at a negative distance just now, but now, when they were not talking to each other, Le Mingxin couldn't figure out what he was thinking.

Le Mingxin turned over, lay on the bed, reached for the trousers that fell on the ground, and touched the mobile phone in the trouser pocket.His arms and back stretched into a nice straight line, because of the wet sweat, reflecting the ambiguous light in the dim environment.He looked at the time and said, "I have to go back, I'll be training tomorrow morning."

He did have to get up early and go back to school for training. Although the children are still young for the track and field team, training is no joke.Even if he didn't have the task of getting up early, he didn't plan to spend the night with He Cheng'an's place. After the passion was over, it would be inappropriate to stay overnight.

He Chengan just asked him: "Do you want to wash it?"

Le Mingxin shook his head: "Go back and wash it, don't bother."

He Chengan turned over and sat up, and said in a tone that did not allow for discussion: "Wait for two minutes, I will change clothes and send you back."

He took two clothes and went downstairs to the bathroom, and turned on the light.

It took only an instant from dimness to light, and Le Mingxin blinked his eyes two or three times before he got used to the sudden brightness.He picked up the clothes he had dropped on the floor, and quickly put them on. His body was a little sticky from sweat, and the hole that had been used in the back was also a little sticky and sore, but other than that, Fairly refreshing.

Because there were no chairs on the second floor, only a few lazy sofas were piled up in the corner, so Le Mingxin still sat on the bed after changing clothes.There is a small table within reach of the head of the bed, on which there are some sundries scattered, including the lubricating fluid just used, a bottle of vitamins, a mug half filled with water, and a few colored pencils , a sketchbook.

The sketchbook looks like it has been around for a while, probably because of frequent use, the corners are yellowed and slightly curled, but the cover is very white and clean, without any stains, obviously it has been carefully cared for.

It looks familiar.

Le Mingxin remembered that He Chengan liked to sit in the botanical garden and draw flowers and plants, and he had seen it more than once.Is this the book I used at that time? It has been used for a long time.

No, he had opened this notebook before.

It was already the second semester of the second year of high school, halfway through the first semester, and White Valentine's Day passed under the tacit undercurrent of the lover's heart.Everyone rumored that Fang Ping gave He Chengan chocolates, but He Chengan didn't accept them, and Fang Ping was so wronged that she cried.Li Qi, as Fang Ping's suitor, was naturally aggrieved, but in the end, nothing happened.

Halfway through the semester, the annoying rainy season has come to an end, and after the clouds gather and the rain breaks, there will be a dazzling summer sun.

At noon that day, Le Ming was immersed in solving a physics problem that he couldn't solve for half a class, and he didn't even respond to Li Qi's desperate voice telling him to leave quickly.When he looked up, almost everyone in the classroom had left, and he was the only one left. He would definitely not be able to eat the most popular chili fried pork in the canteen. If that was the case, then why worry.

Le Mingxin slowly put away the physics paper, turned around and found that there was another person in the classroom.

He Chengan is tall, and has always been sitting in the last row of the classroom.The two of them have never talked much except for a few times. When they met on the road, Le Mingxin would greet him, and He Chengan would smile at him hesitantly, very lightly. Laugh, but it's already amazing, He Cheng'an is almost expressionless towards other people.

This kind of difference, Le Ming saw it in his eyes, but didn't take it too much into his heart, after all, there were too many people around him and it was too lively, so He Chengan was not far away from the bustle.

He Chengan hadn't left yet, he had a pen in his hand, and on the table was the sketchbook he always held in his hand.

Recently, He Chengan was always called by the teacher in class, saying that he was distracted, and asked him what he drew on the notebook.As usual, He Cheng'an didn't have a good look at the teacher, and when he was asked to confiscate his sketchbook, he would slam the door and leave, making the teacher very angry. The only way to cure him was to sue his parents, but He Chengan Jing also had nothing to do with him, except to scold him, and beat him with a cane when he got angry.

Le Mingxin was about to ask him if he wanted to go together, but He Chengan suddenly closed his notebook and stood up, the chair was knocked back by him, making a loud noise.Le Mingxin was taken aback for a moment, and He Chengan copied the notebook with one hand, put the other in his pocket and went out from the back door of the classroom.

When he also walked out slowly, he kicked He Chengan's notebook with his toe.

The sketchbook was lying outside the back door of the classroom, lying face down, Le Mingxin looked up, and He Chengan was gone, and there was no one on the stairs, it seemed that he had already left.

How come the kung fu book is left behind after only two steps.

Le Mingxin picked up the book, trying to smooth the rolled and folded inner pages, and saw two flowers drawn on the snow-white paper at a glance.The red cockscomb and the white fig, one red and one white, are meticulous.Le Mingxin praised in his heart, and the next page was also folded, so he turned to another page, but the painting on it was no longer a flower, but a person.

It's a figure from the back, with only a blurred upper body, and a handful of hair sticking up at the back of his head.

As if spying on someone else's privacy, Le Ming didn't dare to turn the pages, closed the book suddenly, looked left and right subconsciously, and found that there was no one in the corridor, and the stairs were also empty, he breathed out, and the roots of his ears felt hot.

With the sketchbook in his hand, he went downstairs in three steps at a time, and went all the way to the dining hall. Le Mingxin didn't see He Cheng'an. Li Qi was waiting for him.

"Why are you running in such a hurry?" Li Qi asked him with a mouthful of rice stuffed in his mouth, "Should I stop talking and help you get a seat?"

Le Mingxin sat down: "I didn't hear that."

Holding He Chengan's sketchbook in his hand, like holding a red-hot iron, he was a little restless, but he didn't know where this feeling came from, and he didn't even have the courage to investigate further.

He handed the notebook to Li Qi, and said: "You can return it to He Cheng'an for me later, you share the same bed."

Li Qi stopped eating, with a strange expression on his face: "Why are his things in your place?"

Le Ming lowered his head and picked up the rice: "He fell down, and I picked him up."

Li Qi took it and looked at it: "Isn't this the book he held in his hand? Those girls all said that he draws well, but I don't know if it's true."

Le Ming hurriedly called to him: "Don't dig through other people's things, remember to return them for me."

Li Qi curled his lips: "Understood."