Song of Glass

Jiao Wangyu felt that his liking for Pu Songqiu started from the first meeting, but he didn't realize this problem at that time.

On the last day of August 2007, Jiao Wangyu was sitting in the third row of the new classroom. More than half of the whole class were his "old classmates".

In the second year of high school, although his grades in arts and science were evenly divided, he still chose science without hesitation, because he felt a headache when he thought of having to recite the chronology of historical events that he would never remember clearly.

It's still a pleasure to do the questions.

In this way, after reclassification, he sat in the classroom of the second (thirteenth) high school class.

In August, Xia Tian still stayed where he was, refusing to leave, racking his brains to make troubles, turning the classroom into a steamer, and all these students turned into steaming steamed buns.

At that time, the classrooms were not equipped with air conditioners, and the overhead fan was whistling, but the effect was not great. I could only hear the sound, but did not see any cool breeze from it.

Jiao Wangyu used his notebook as a fan, and the boy sitting in front of him was his freshman classmate.

The other party said: "Change your name, don't call it Wangyu, call it Qiyu, throw you out to worship the sky and pray for rain to benefit us poor people who are dying of heat."

Jiao Wangyu smiled and tapped his shoulder with his notebook, and the two had a good time.

The classroom was filled up little by little, and everyone found a place to sit at random.

Jiao Wangyu's popularity has always been good. When he first arrived, someone wanted to sit at the same table as him, but the chair next to him was broken in the seat he chose, so he just placed the order.

Before the teacher came in, there was only one empty seat left in the whole class.

The head teacher walked in, and the noisy classroom fell silent in an instant.

The head teacher standing on the podium glanced around and counted the heads like counting cabbages.

One is missing.

The class teacher is ready to roll the roll.

At this moment, a boy stood at the door, knocked on the door lightly, and at the same time, the bell rang.

Many boys in the second year of high school were already handsome and tall. Jiao Wangyu, who had barely grown to 174 at that time, was worried all day long.

The boy standing at the door was so tall that Jiao Wangyu was jealous.

Not only tall, but also handsome.

The other party was standing there with a black schoolbag on his shoulders. He was dressed in a school uniform. In such a hot summer, he even wore a white short-sleeved shirt under the school uniform shirt.

Jiao Wangyu has complained about their school uniforms before, the material is usually fine, but it becomes translucent when sweating.

But despite this, no one would wear a vest or short sleeves underneath, how hot it is!

But this boy wore it.

Jiao Wangyu looked towards the door of the classroom like everyone else in the class. After the head teacher agreed, the other party walked in.

It was expected that the two would be at the same table, because there was only one vacant seat left in the entire class.

This boy, Jiao Wangyu, had never seen him before. Logically speaking, he shouldn't be. He is so tall and looks good. Even if he is thrown on the playground where the inter-class exercises are in progress, he will be particularly conspicuous. It is impossible for him not to have the slightest impression.

The other party came over and found that the chair was broken, and raised his hand to report to the teacher.

The voice is also very pleasant, with a slightly hoarse feeling.

The head teacher asked him to take the broken chair to the logistics teacher to change it, and told him that it was in the innermost classroom on this floor.

The boy put his schoolbag in the table and went out with the chair in one hand.

The head teacher stood behind the desk and looked through the roster, and the students sitting below started to feel restless again.

Jiao Wangyu poked the shoulder of the front table: "Have you seen that boy before?"

"No," said the front desk, "I have no impression."

Jiao Wangyu thought: Fortunately, I'm not blind.

The boy quickly changed the chair and came back, wiped it with a paper towel, and sat down.

It wasn't until he sat down that the head teacher started talking about business.

The so-called business is nothing more than self-introduction and some "rules" that students must abide by.

Jiao Wangyu was so uninterested, he lay down on the table and peeked at his deskmate.

After the head teacher had finished talking, it was finally the students' turn to be interested.

Everyone introduced themselves, and the class teacher said: "Short introduction, no need to speak out."

Everyone laughs and starts with the first person in the first row.

There were 56 students in the class, more than half of them were Jiao Wangyu's acquaintances, and for the other half, Jiao Wangyu only remembered the name of his deskmate.

Pu Songqiu.

Very nice.

Jiao Wangyu said to the other party familiarly: "It's quite interesting for us to Wangyu and sing autumn."

However, the other party just smiled politely and didn't express anything other than that.

This is too cold.

Jiao Wangyu felt that he might not get along with him.

However, the teacher obviously had no intention of rearranging the seats, and told them to sit like this for the time being, and wait until the midterm exam was over.

This was their first meeting, Pu Songqiu was so cold that Jiao Wangyu shivered in the hot summer.

Jiao Wangyu didn't know that Pu Songqiu was a new transferer until the second day of school, no wonder he hadn't seen him before.

At first, he thought that this person would be difficult to get along with, but after getting to know him more and more, although he didn't become familiar with him, Jiao Wangyu found that this person was not annoying at all.

They were at the same table for almost a year from the second year of high school to the third year of high school. Jiao Wangyu was an active person, while Pu Songqiu seldom talked. Jiao Wangyu described Pu Songqiu as "an iceberg hero in comics".

A fire, an iceberg.

Two years have passed, and the iceberg has not managed to make it into one with the fire.

Jiao Wangyu didn't bother to care about him, and let him live in his own world.

In fact, the two have been able to maintain a relationship at the same table for such a long time, a large part of which is due to their comparable grades.

In their school, it is a tradition to arrange seats according to grades, and the two have been on par for the past two years.

They are not the top students in their grades, but they are all in the top fifty of their grades.

Before the college entrance examination, Pu Songqiu was Jiao Wangyu's last deskmate. On the day of leaving school, Jiao Wangyu said with a smile: "From 2007 to 2009, we have a beginning and an end."

When he was talking, a drop of sweat fell on the airtight school uniform shirt, Pu Songqiu looked at him, and took out a pack of tissues from his schoolbag with no expression on his face.

The heart-to-heart package in pink packaging is sold in any small supermarket.

It costs one yuan per pack, and there are ten sheets in a pack, and each sheet has a faint fragrance.

Jiao Wangyu took it over to thank him, originally he only wanted to take out one to use, but Pu Songqiu said: "Take it all."

Then he took it all.

In the college entrance examination that year, it rained heavily as a matter of routine. Jiao Wangyu performed well and was admitted to the university he dreamed of.

There will be a red list at the gate of the school every year, just like the announcement of the ancient imperial examinations. The names and schools of all admitted students will be announced on the red list.

Jiao Wangyu personally went to the office hall of the post office to pick up the courier - his admission notice. After picking it up, he went directly to the school.

He stood in front of the red list and saw his name, and the one below him was Pu Songqiu.

They even went to the same university.

When applying for the exam, Jiao Wangyu asked many people where they wanted to take the exam, including Pu Songqiu, but Pu Songqiu said to him, "I haven't decided yet."

Unexpectedly, it was an alumnus again.

He took out his mobile phone, opened QQ and sent Pu Songqiu a message: At the same table!Our alumni!

He has been at the same table for so long, but he doesn't have Pu Songqiu's mobile phone number, and he didn't even see Pu Songqiu bring his mobile phone when he was in school.

But that's right, Pu Songqiu has always followed the rules, the school forbids students to bring mobile phones to school, and it's normal for others not to bring them.

Pu Songqiu's QQ account was added by Jiao Wangyu through the class group.

The other party's QQ avatar was gray and offline, so Jiao Wangyu put away his phone after sending, and didn't expect the other party to reply.

He lingered in front of the red list for a while, saw some familiar names, remembered his alumni, and then went home with his admission letter.

Pu Songqiu never responded to Jiao Wangyu's message, and the two met again at a class reunion.

Everyone's admission notice has basically been received, and everything has been settled.

The squad leader organizes a gathering for everyone, which can be regarded as a "breakup meal".

Just like the year when the second year of high school started, Pu Songqiu was the last to arrive, Jiao Wangyu was a little surprised, he didn't expect him to come.

He stood up straight away, beckoning Pu Songqiu to come to his side, and then ran to the waiter for an extra chair.

After the college entrance examination, everyone is liberated.

This group of students suddenly had a feeling of finally becoming adults, and even started drinking.

A case of beer, in fact, no one dared to drink it very much. A few people shared a bottle and opened it after drinking. After a meal, each person only drank a glass or two, which was quite enjoyable.

At that time, the seventeen or eighteen-year-olds didn't think the wine was so delicious, and they couldn't really understand the adult world because they hadn't really experienced the adult life.

But as if to prove that they have grown up, both boys and girls are eager to try it.

Pu Songqiu was no exception.

Jiao Wangyu blushed after drinking a glass of wine, but Pu Songqiu didn't react at all as if drinking water.

The two sat next to each other without saying a few words. Jiao Wangyu was so popular that he was even confessed to by a girl in public that day.

Jiao Wangyu was flattered, and then politely rejected the girl, he said: "Let's talk about this in private later, so many people are watching, I feel embarrassed."

He left enough steps for the girls, and didn't make the atmosphere awkward.

Being liked by others is a happy thing, but you still have to be with the person you like when you fall in love.

Who does Jiao Wangyu like?

He doesn't know, he doesn't seem to have met anyone he likes yet.

At the end of the dinner party that day, everyone scattered like birds and beasts.

Jiao Wangyu and Pu Songqiu were on the same road, walking back slowly together.

Jiao Wangyu said: "Time flies so fast, I really can't bear it."

Pu Songqiu just said "um" softly, without any emotion.

Jiao Wangyu smiled: "You shouldn't be reluctant, I think you don't seem to have much affection for anything."

Pu Songqiu looked at him and smiled.

It was rare for Pu Songqiu to smile, but Jiao Wangyu said: "He is so handsome, and he plays cool every day. Isn't it good to smile more?"

The two hadn't gone far when it suddenly started raining.

Rainstorm, come as you say.

No one had an umbrella, so they had to run to the next building to hide from the rain.

The two leaned their backs against the wall, listening to the sound of rolling thunder and pattering rain.

Jiao Wangyu said: "The rain came quickly, it should be a shower, and it will pass in a while."

Pu Songqiu said "um" again, and said nothing else.

Jiao Wangyu smiled helplessly and sighed, feeling that chatting with this person was really tiring.

They waited for a while, and two men passed in front of them.

The two were holding an umbrella, and one of them put an arm around the other's shoulder, looking very close.

Jiao Wangyu looked at them and saw them stop at the bus stop with no one on the side of the road, and one kissed the other.

Jiao Wangyu said: "Those two people are 'Glass'."

"Glass?" Pu Songqiu looked at him suspiciously.

"Well, it's homosexuality." Jiao Wangyu said, "Look, they are kissing."