After the divorce, the ex-husband joined the Shura field

Shi Jin watched Song Xingli squatting in front of the door, holding his head and crying silently, then squatted beside him, and stroked Song Xingli's hair comfortingly:

"He has been in this situation for a long time. It was difficult for him to control his emotions when he was in the hospital. This time he also ran out. I didn't expect him to come to you, nor did I expect him to choose this way. end yourself."

"Why can't you just talk about it?" Song Xingli tried his best to calm down his emotions, and managed to hold on for a day to finish Luo Qing's funeral, but he still couldn't hold back at this moment.

He couldn't take it anymore when he stepped into this room last night. He has long been used to the feeling of Luo Qing being by his side. Although he doesn't see him often, he still has a strong feeling that will not disappear even if he is not around.

Now the separation of yin and yang has completely disappeared.

How angry should he be? It will only make him remember and hate himself for the rest of his life.

"Luo Qing, he won't say it." Shi Jin pulled Song Xingli up and wiped away the moisture from Song Xingli's eyes: "He didn't dare, because he was too inferior, and he was the same in front of you. He just wanted to show his most vulnerable side. Let me show you, even if it’s a disguise, I’ll just show you, in front of me he’s as arrogant as a wolf, showing off his relationship with you.”

Song Xingli took a deep breath to calm his emotions, and walked to Luo Qing's bookcase, where he found many things last night.

Then he took the next book, which was the textbook they used when they were studying, starting from the third grade of primary school, because Luo Qing came to him only at this time, so there are only textbooks from the third grade here.

He turned to the first page, and wrote a few words on the page number of the first page. The childish font was round and cute, which was very similar to the feeling when he first met Luo Qing.

But this sentence made him want to cry.

——The first day of knowing the stars.

Afterwards, the page numbers were all written with such words, and each page recorded how many days I had known him.

I looked through all the textbooks in elementary school, and they all wrote the words of the first day I met him.

When it comes to junior high school textbooks, it doesn’t work anymore. The page number reads:

——The first day I fell in love with the stars.

The hand holding the textbook was clenched tightly, the words stimulated the retina and made him choke and feel uncomfortable, and the words were all the same when he read down, this was the first few days he fell in love with.

The textbooks from junior high school to high school are all full of words that I like him, without exception.

Luo Qing's liking is like an impenetrable net in the textbook, but only in the textbook, only in Luo Qing's world alone, this guy never said, getting along with him is really like a brother, Something happened, nothing to play, he didn't notice anything strange.

But in Luo Qing's world alone, he is the whole world. These words are like sweet words of love. I only found out about them after I left. It's fine if I don't read them. After reading them, my heart hurts like a needle prick.

Luo Qing's sense of existence is stronger than he imagined, especially after leaving now.

The moment he jumped down from the stairs, the feeling of being powerless to pull away made him dare not recall it until now.

The last sentence echoed in my ears as if mocking his cruelty.

Shi Jin followed and read the whole thing, his expression was calm and his heart was already overwhelmed. He didn't know that Luo Qing had written these things, it was really pervasive.

Even more powerful than he imagined.

"How dare Luo Qing write so much in the textbook, isn't he afraid of being discovered by me?" Song Xingli put the textbook back, trying to divert his attention a little with a joke.

"Because he knows you don't know how to read his books, after all you don't even like to read your own books."

Song Xingli: "..." Youyou glanced at Shijin.

Shi Jin wiped Song Xingli's snot with his sleeve: "I'll watch with you what else you want to see, but don't cry, or I'll be jealous."

Song Xingli frowned when he heard Shi Jin say this: "Luo Qing is gone, do you still want to be jealous?"

"Yeah." Shi Jin wiped it clean for him and continued, "I'll be jealous of anyone, so don't cry."

Luo Qing's things were much more packed than it looked. There were too many traces of Luo Qing's existence in this room, and the more he cleaned it, the more depressed he became. In the end, Song Xingli chose not to move.

Just leave it at that.

past.

Song Xingli put all Luo Qing's things back one by one, just like when he first came in, as if it had never changed.

Then he stood aside and silently looked around the room, involuntarily, the time he spent with Luo Qing in the past came to mind.

Luo Qing loved to cling to him when he was young, and he also liked Luo Qing to cling, the two of them slept in the same bed quite often.Luo Qing didn't dare to turn off the lights at night, and liked to sleep with things in his arms. He felt very insecure. He was a deep sleeper, and usually fell asleep when he fell out of bed, so when he got up the next day, he was hugged tightly by Luo Qing , I didn't find it when I was sleeping.

Either sleeping in his room, or sleeping in Luo Qing's room, anyway, their rooms are interconnected.

When he grows up a bit, he doesn't really like sleeping with Luo Qing anymore when he has Shi Jin in his heart, either because he wants to avoid suspicion, or simply because he has his own little secret, he wants to sleep by himself.

For example, if you make a phone call with Shi Jin, you don't want Luo Qing to hear it.

But he would never have thought that when he realized that he liked Shi Jin, Luo Qing also fell in love with him, but he didn't feel it at all.

Picking up the group photo of the three of them on the desk, sitting on the edge of the bed and staring at it blankly, it seems that keeping looking at it like this can make his mind less empty, and when it is empty, he will be a little afraid that the last scene of Luo Qing will swarm to.

The three teenagers in the group photo had bright and wanton smiles, more dazzling than the sunset on the top of the mountain behind them.

He was standing in the middle, with Shi Jin and Luo Qing standing on both sides of him. At that time, because he liked Shi Jin, he held Shi Jin's hand to take pictures. In fact, he didn't pay much attention to Luo Qing's posture. Realized how much Luo Qing wanted to get close to him but didn't know how to get close.

The fingertips rubbed the three of them smiling brightly in the photo. This should be a group photo of them when they went out to travel in their first year of high school. When they climbed to the top of the mountain, they asked someone who was also traveling next to them to take pictures for them.

Is he too stupid?Or did he really focus too much on Shi Jin, making him ignore Luo Qing, making him unable to feel Luo Qing's feelings for him.

"Star."

Feeling Shi Jin pulling him into his arms from behind, without any resistance, he nestled into Shi Jin's arms, his eyelids drooping: "Shi Jin, I don't understand."

"Don't understand what?" Shi Jin was a little worried that Song Xingli's emotions would last too long, although he knew it was hard to accept this fact, but he didn't want Song Xingli to be immersed in the pain all the time.

It seemed that he was also bored.

"Did you feel that I liked you at that time?" Song Xingli continued to look at the group photo in the frame, carefully trying to see any clues from it.

Shi Jin looked at the three of them in the photo. At this time, they were all in the first year of high school. How could he not feel it? At this time, he also understood that the feeling for Song Xingli was liking, but he was very cautious about liking Song Xingli. , it turns out that he was thinking too much and was later caught by Luo Qing.

As for what Song Xingli said about liking him, do you feel it?That must be felt.

Song Xingli was like a ball of fire since he was a child, rampant, enthusiastic and dazzling, how could he not see and feel it, but he didn't know what state to use to deal with it, so he chose the most conservative way.

"have a feeling."

"So you have already felt that Luo Qing likes me." Song Xingli looked sideways at Shi Jin.

Shi Jin was dumbfounded by Song Xingli. He knew that he had a very bad problem, that is, he liked to avoid questions that he didn't want to answer or had no chance of winning. When he was studying, he could very sensitively capture Luo Qing's strange attitude towards Song Xingli, and he also He could feel Luo Qing fighting against him.

The rival in love is extremely jealous when they meet each other, he and Luo Qing never show it in front of Song Xingli, but he can clearly know that Luo Qing likes Song Xingli.

"How could I tell you that I know he likes you, I don't want you to know that he likes you, I just want you to be mine." Shi Jin rested his head on Song Xingli's shoulder and neck, and said softly, with a sad tone in his tone : "I don't know what I'm afraid of even though you like me so much."

Song Xingli smiled with red eyes: "I don't know what you are afraid of. You have to blame yourself for making me wait for you for so long, so it will become like this."

"Well, it's my own fault."

"Shi Jin, in fact, you are not outstanding at all, because I like you so much but you dare not admit it. So I don't know why I liked you so much in the first place. nice."

Shi Jin hugged Song Xingli's slender waist and brought him into his arms, and gently kissed him on his neck: "I should be glad that I'm not ugly, otherwise I wouldn't have met you, and we wouldn't have met each other." Whatever story happens."

Listening to Shi Jin's tone, Song Xingli twitched the corners of his lips: "Shi Jin, what else can you show me? After the divorce and now I feel that my eyes that were originally stupefied have been polished, it's the little milk dog The little brother is not cute, or other people can't, I have to you. If it is about physical communication, I think there are many opportunities to find a more suitable one."

He put the group photo down beside the bed, it was time to turn the page, and those who wanted to turn the page had to turn the page.

"I can let you see mine." Shi Jin understood that in Song Xingli's heart, he was still the irresponsible husband, the husband who did not keep his promises, and even the husband who was indifferent. These were all mistakes he was willing to admit. Luo Qing was dazed and didn't decide to solve it decisively: "I will do what you are satisfied with, so just let me stay by your side?"

All he can do now is stay by Song Xingli's side to make up for the time he didn't have time to be with Song Xingli.

He can't let everything come to regret in the end, he has tried once.

"The man I saw just now is called Min An."

Shi Jin's expression was slightly startled, and Song Xingli suddenly introduced a man.

Song Xingli turned his head to look at Shi Jin, the corners of his eyes were still red from crying, but he smiled and said: "He is a painter, I like his paintings very much, I think I might like him."

The expression on Shi Jin's face gradually faded, and his mind went blank for a moment. The lethality of these words was more terrifying than any man approaching Song Xingli.

"……what?"

The 'what' sounded hesitant and questionable.

Song Xingli tore off Shi Jin's arms around his waist, and said with a smile: "Isn't the best way to get out of a relationship is to start another relationship again? If there is a better choice, why don't I choose a better one? Are you right?"

He would have to throw away everything in the past if he wanted to start over.

After Luo Qing threw it away, Shi Jin should also try to throw it away.

Even if there was a misunderstanding, but what happened was what happened, he had to learn how to let go, and he couldn't forgive Shi Jin for not showing up when he needed it most.

If he could, why didn't he choose the one he likes, and then slowly cultivate it into his ideal object.

Is not it good?