Little mortals' dreams come true

Until his freshman year, standing outside that small practice room, he was distracted by a dance without warning, and since then he had an urge to put his heart in someone's arms.

In fact, he knew early on that he liked boys, and he didn't think there was anything abnormal about it, and he was dazzling enough that everyone didn't show much rejection of this difference from ordinary people.

He just didn't expect that a rational thinking person like him would be like a crazy artist, obsessed with a dance that he couldn't even name for so many years.

He is not a person who will shrink back. If he is tempted, he is tempted. There is nothing he dare not admit.

So he took a bouquet of white roses that best matched that figure to the auditorium, where he saw the dance again.

From the playlist, he knew the boy's name: Song Dongdong.

Song Tiaodong was wearing a blood-like red dress, and his white and slender wrists were faintly visible in the wide sleeves of the light gauze.The fox mask with red stripes on the white background is decorated with golden hairpin ornaments, and the tassels made of metal filaments sway in the sound of the guqin, which seems to be spiritual.

The dance clothes were beautifully designed, and the lighting was just right, but Han Sheng stared at the people on the stage, but what couldn't get out of his mind was the figure in a simple T-shirt with no decorations on the mask, just like a practice dancer. In the short time outside, he seemed to have memorized all the dance steps.

He thought, if he got this boy, he must be asked to put on the clothes of that day, and dance this dance again, only for him to watch.

After the dance, he chased to the back of the stage with flowers in his arms. Next to the warehouse used as a temporary dressing room, he saw Song Coltsfoot crying silently facing a tree.

He walked over and stuffed a bouquet of fragrant white roses into the hands of the boy who was wiping away his tears in a panic, but he couldn't find the right words to express his crazily missing.He looked at Song Tiaodong's eyes with residual tears, and the fire in his heart burned his entire chest.

In the end, he didn't say anything, just called the boy's name in a low voice, and then hugged him uncontrollably, kissing his thin, cool lips.

He thought he must be crazy.

Fortunately, Song Tiaodong didn't push him away as a pervert, and even after a long period of astonishment, he gave a slightly undetectable response cautiously and slightly jerky.

Han Sheng remembered the fragrance of white roses that night, remembered that the lights were not too bright, and remembered that he seemed to hear a few strange thumping sounds, like the sound of some metal hitting the ground.But he doesn't quite remember how they parted that night, and how he stuttered to explain.

In the end, he failed to express his desire to watch the dance again, because he learned that Song Tiaodong would cry here alone because he made a serious mistake on stage. He said that his The teacher showed him a video of another person dancing, and he decided he would never reach that height, and he decided not to do the dance again.

Han Sheng felt sorry, but he didn't have time to think about it too much. He had already hugged the dancers, so there was no need to be so stupid as to have to get entangled in a dance.

At that time, he thought that after that kiss, they were already firmly bound together.

The two began to meet frequently, eating together, going to the movies together... Song Tiaodong was very gentle, staying by his side, Han Sheng always felt as if he was in a clear spring, and calmed down involuntarily.

Song Tiaodong is not very clingy, after that kiss, the two of them seldom have any more intimate actions.But Han Sheng didn't care. He felt that as long as two people share the same affection, they are inseparable even if they walk together across the crowd.

He always thought so, until Li Fan easily broke his so-called inseparable.

Before that, he had no impression of Li Fan, just like every class has one or two characters who seem to be naturally transparent, but they are a little different. A person who keeps his head silent.In short, by the time he realized it, Li Fan had unknowingly squeezed into the pure and watery relationship between him and Song Tiaodong.

The appearance of Li Fan finally made Han Sheng realize that something was wrong.Song Tiaodong easily accepted Li Fan's existence, as if two good friends turned into three good friends.It was only then that Han Sheng realized that he hadn't gotten any promise from Song Tiaodong at all, except for the almost imperceptible subtle response when they hugged and kissed each other that night.

Han Sheng didn't think that the two should stick too tightly, but the relationship between him and Song Tiaodong was obviously too loose.Li Fan's passionate pursuit made him understand that people in love should not always appear so plain.On the one hand, he feels disdain for Li Fan's behavior of wagging his tail, but on the other hand, no matter how rational and calm he is, after all, how can he not yearn for strong love when he is young and youthful?

He thought, maybe Song Tiaodong's personality is such that he is not good at getting close to others, or he is reserved and shy, waiting for the other party's initiative.So, he no longer restrained himself and reasoned, and took out all the passionate love from his chest, and warmly held it in front of his sweetheart.

It was the first time he showed his heart to others, and he did it jerky, but he couldn't help being nervous and happy.Therefore, he did not notice at all that most of his enthusiasm came from a dance he had never seen again.Even that icy kiss didn't occupy much.

Then, he found that Song Tiandong was running away.Originally, the two were neither far nor close, but Song Tiaodong accepted his offer gently and silently, neither arrogant nor delayed.But once Han Sheng crossed the line in the middle and rushed forward with enthusiasm, Song Tiaodong always retreated without a trace.

He vaguely knew that this had something to do with Song Tiaodong's family situation, he thought, Song Tiaodong must be too insecure, even his smile always hides melancholy, he felt distressed, so he always forced himself to maintain the greatest patience.

However, after repeated tugging, Han Sheng gradually became tired.The relationship between him and Song Dongdong is like a math problem that has been dragged on for a long time and can't be solved. At the beginning, it was always stuck in his mind, but as it dragged on for a long time, he became less and less aware of its meaning.Some people would choose to give up, but Han Sheng was different. His paranoia of wanting to be a strong man made him more and more unable to let go.

Trapped in his own cage, he didn't realize that he had poured all his hostility on Li Fan alone, and he didn't realize that Li Fan accepted it all with a smile.

But he is not a dull wood after all, of course he can see the indissoluble emotion in Li Fan's eyes.Sometimes he feels very discouraged, he tries his best to please Song Tiaodong, chases him desperately, but he can't hold anything in his hand, but he doesn't want to look at him more, but he follows behind with all his heart.Sometimes he also developed an uncanny sympathy for the fact that they were both the same.

Han Sheng didn't want to recall when his dislike and puzzlement towards Li Fan changed, let alone dare to recall.There was an evil fire in his heart for no reason, and the gradually flooding gloom made him feel painful, as if some kind of belief had been tainted.He stubbornly believes that his feelings should be indestructible, and everything else is in the way, including his own wavering.

But he didn't think about it, feelings are always at will. He thought that what he pulled out was just harmful and useless wisdom teeth. In fact, there were only empty gums left in his mouth. He chewed the cold porridge tiredly and painfully, but he would never be able to fill it up. The hunger in my heart.

Until Song Tiaodong died, there was no need to fill the void in his heart...

Han Sheng hid himself in the thick night, surrounded by a large array of neatly arranged tombstones.This scene would be creepy in any horror movie, but he only felt relieved.

He sat withered all night, looking through his heart bit by bit.He broke out in fits and starts of cold sweat as he kept discovering that his so-called reason was nothing but self-deceiving ignorance.

He remembered that Song Zhongdong always pushed him to Li Fan with a smile, and he thought it was Song Tiandong who deliberately angered him, but recalling it now, Song Tiandong's expression was so calm that it was almost serious, it didn't look like he was playing a temper or joking Performance.Song Tiandong probably knew that he would leave one day, and he didn't want to get too deep, but saw the path of the three of them clearly with the clarity unique to bystanders.

The night gradually transitioned from thick black to dark blue, and when the first ray of light fell from the clouds, Han Sheng slowly withdrew from his memories.He rubbed his numb legs, turned sideways, and caressed the pale face of the person in the photo.

He said, sorry, I have been lying to you and myself for so many years.

He said that after his grandparents left, he actually wanted to follow his parents a little bit. He was not as free and easy as he pretended. He had been longing for their affirmation and company. He regretted it, but he just didn’t dare to admit it. .

He said that he actually fell in love with Li Fan a long time ago, much earlier than he imagined.

He should have known a long time ago that there is no love like that, only obsessed with a figure, a dancing posture that he has never seen again, but he no longer has redundant desires for the dancer himself.In those few years in college, rather than saying that he pursued Song Tiandong hard, it would be better to say that he was obsessed with that dancing figure and became obsessed.

Except for the shock brought by that dance, his feelings for Song Tiaodong were too rational, so rational that it was full of weird abnormalities, and even the only serious dispute that could barely be considered serious was caused by talking about Li Fan.On the contrary, when encountering matters related to Li Fan, he thinks that his tenacious self-control ability always fails, and he can't help but go crazy like a wild animal.

Everything was so clear at first, but he was wrong for so many years because of his paranoia.

He carefully arranged the bouquet of white roses in front of the stele, stood up slowly, and said softly:

"I won't come this year. Next time, I will definitely bring Xiaofan to see you."

After finishing speaking, he saluted at the side, turned around and walked up the path when he came.

The wind with morning dew lifted his hair, and for the first time he didn't look back when he left.

He seemed to have peeled off the thick layer of scab on the surface of the wound, revealing the newly grown flesh.The process was painful, but he felt more relaxed than ever.