secret galaxy

After lunch, they went back to the law firm together.The elevator was spacious and clean, with no one else around, Liang Qian stared at Duan Xinghe with a smirk, "Just talk about me, how about you, have you got a girlfriend yet?"

Duan Xinghe shook his head lightly: "The nursing home where my mother lives is expensive, so I don't have time to think about it."

Liang Qian said sorry: "You went to Cangshi to see her last weekend, how is she doing?"

"It's pretty good, he recognized us, and he didn't throw things manically."

For a normal person to suddenly suffer from a mental illness, there must be some reason for it, but Duan Xinghe refused to say more, and Liang Qian naturally would not inquire, so he could only nod his head to comfort him, "That's good."

"Welcome!" As soon as he stepped into the law firm, the intelligent voice system issued a warm greeting.

It was the lunch break, and many lawyers were lying on their desks to sleep, so Duan Xinghe's voice was very low, appearing mysterious and nervous. He said to Liang Qian, "Can I ask you a question?"

Of course Liang Qian would not refuse.

But Duan Xinghe hesitated again, and pursed his lips in embarrassment, which made Liang Qian even more curious about what he was about to say, and gently encouraged him, "Ask."

"When did you start liking boys? In high school, there were obviously so many girls who liked you."

Regarding this question, Liang Qian didn't expect it. After thinking for a while, he said slowly: "I don't know clearly. In fact, I don't necessarily like boys."

He considers himself a person with a lot of shortcomings, but fortunately he has cultivated a rare skill since he was a child, that is "not to get entangled". If he can't think clearly, he will leave it to the years, and he believes that one day he will be enlightened.Even if you are really unlucky and confused for a lifetime, but you are carefree every day, you are not unhappy.

Before reuniting with Duan Xinghe, Liang Qian was sometimes sober and sometimes confused, and his life was generally smooth, but after seeing Duan Xinghe again, there were fewer and fewer moments of confusion, and more and more moments of sobriety.

In fact, he doesn't like this kind of sobriety very much, just like five years ago when he had a gathering with his old classmates in Beijing, he suddenly confessed that he "likes boys" inexplicably and without warning.

He hadn't drafted it before, and that sentence seemed to pop out of a rock. When he realized it, he was also surprised.But after speaking, Liang Qian didn't feel remorse, shame or humiliation, but heaved a sigh of relief, as naturally as water flowing down.

The air conditioner above his head was blowing cold wind, Duan Xinghe had a serious expression, as if he was puzzled by Liang Qian's inability to understand such a thing, or he had already decided that his confession about his sexual orientation was a joke, and complained that he was playing himself for fun.

"Actually, I had a dream. You know, it's that kind of dream."

Liang Qian raised his eyebrows, still laughing, the sun fell on his lips, blooming a lustrous luster.

Duan Xinghe hesitated for a moment, did not go along with this colorful topic, walked to the exclusive chair at the front desk, and said very gently: "You also go to rest."

Liang Qian asked, "Would you like to sleep in my office for a while?"

Duan Xinghe shook his head, his gaze involuntarily shifted to the hidden instruction book.

Liang Qian couldn't help but sigh with emotion: "You really work hard, exactly the same as when you were in high school."

Duan Xinghe didn't hide it any more, bent down to put the exam textbooks on the table, and said in a low voice, "Because I'm not like you."

Liang Qian thought he was making fun of himself, wrinkled his nose in dissatisfaction, and said with a straight face, "What's wrong with me."

"you are smart."

Duan Xinghe's voice was clear with no fluctuations in his tone, but Liang Qian's ears became hot because of these three simple words.

"So you used to have such a good impression of me?"

Duan Xinghe replied with a faint smile.

Throughout the afternoon, Duan Xinghe’s praise always echoed in Liang Qian’s ears. At first, he felt happy, very happy, as if he was venting his grievances from the “second child of ten thousand years” in revenge. Later, the surprise and touch were gradually replaced by another One emotion takes its place - regret.

Regrets for the old days that cannot be turned back, regrets for a friendship that was once lost.

If they had become friends in high school, Liang Qian would have known about Duan Xinghe's family misfortune in time and given him financial help. Duan Xinghe would not have dropped out of school to work and suffered all kinds of hardships. He would still be the clean and bright "Snow Mountain" The Moon on Top".

The summer in Yuzhou is humid and hot. There is no difference between eight years ago and eight years later. On the third day when the results of the college entrance examination were released, it was also such a cloudy and hot weather. Yuzhou Middle School organized a back-to-school activity for students to communicate and fill in the report Matters related to volunteering.

At that time, almost all the members of the fifth class were present, and the desks were spread out to all sides and arranged in a rectangular shape, leaving a large space in the middle for the class teacher, Mr. Zeng, to deliver a speech.There are melon seeds candy and spicy sticks on the table. Everyone is casual, chatting and eating snacks.

Duan Xinghe and Liang Qian's grades are still the first and second in their grades. According to the scores in previous years, Liang Qian should be able to enter Q University or B University, but the major is relatively unpopular.A seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy didn't have a clear plan for the future. He struggled for a while and went to ask his parents for advice. Yao Nandong asked him what hobbies he had. Liang Qian said that I like playing basketball. Can I apply for the University of Physical Education?In the end, it was repaired by my mother.In the end, Liang Yanjie made up his mind with a big wave of his hand. Let's go to F University. Since he doesn't want to study law, he should study finance. Anyway, he needs to be able to make money.It doesn't matter if it's in Shanghai, your uncle is there, and relatives are taking care of us.

Liang Qian was noncommittal, and snatched the college entrance examination application manual from Liang Yanjie. The old god said, I will think about it and refer to other students' volunteers.

That year, the homeroom teacher, Zeng Liangli, was still a handsome and artistic young man. He delivered a touching and sincere message at the party, and at the end he choked up, causing many students to cry.

Even the sloppy Wen Weizhe couldn't stand that kind of sad tone, he spoke loudly to enliven the atmosphere: "Mr. Zeng, don't do this, we will come back to see you when we are successful and famous."

Zeng Liangli took off his glasses, wiped the corners of his eyes, and smiled embarrassedly.He clapped his hands and signaled everyone to cheer up. He looked around and locked on the boy in the corner: "Duan Xinghe, did Q and B call you, have you figured out where to go?"

The whole class looked at Duan Xinghe, and Liang Qian did the same. Duan Xinghe was bathed in everyone's eyes, hesitated for a moment, and said that he hadn't made up his mind yet, and he didn't necessarily want to go to Beijing.

"Where should I go if I don't go to Beijing? The best school in the country is in Beijing." Zeng Liangli obviously didn't take his words seriously, complained with a smile, and named other students with good grades, "Liang Qian, Tan Yixiang, Sun Yurong, Liu Ren, how about you?"

Liang Qian was peeling salted peanuts. As soon as he raised his head, Wen Weizhe put his arms around his shoulders and answered, "Mr. F, Liang Qian is going to F! Department of Finance!"

Liang Qian was shaken by him and threw the peanuts away, strangled Wen Weizhe's neck in anger, and punched him hard.

"F is great. Shanghai is a financial center with the best opportunities and platforms." Zeng Liangli nodded with satisfaction, and asked the students one by one about their preferred schools.

Class five is the key class of Yuzhou Middle School. All the students have passed the first line. Except for the slightly abnormal performance of the study committee member Sun Yurong, they basically passed the normal level.Referring to the scores and enrollment plans of various colleges and universities last year, everyone basically has a judgment on which school they can go to.Five or six students who were still not sure how to volunteer were invited by Zeng Liangli to the office to discuss, and the rest gathered in the classroom to have a party. The cultural and entertainment committee member Gu Lanyu was the host, and the students were forced to perform. There was endless laughter and laughter, and later the monitor of the next class knocked on the window and complained that they were too noisy.

"Who's next?" Gu Lanyu held a "microphone" rolled up from a piece of waste paper, and stood slimly in the middle of the classroom, looking for prey with a smirk.

The students who didn't want to go on stage lowered their heads to avoid her sight, or covered their faces with their hands, and those who were busy, like Wen Weizhe, naturally made troubles and made troubles everywhere, to see who was the most reluctant, and whose name was the most enthusiastic.

After playing tricks on three shy classmates one after another, Wen Weizhe had another idea, first ran a few meters away, and then shouted: "Liang Qian, let Liang Qian come up!"

"Oh——" His proposal was instantly responded to. Everyone whistled, clapped and stamped their feet, and encouraged Liang Qian to perform, and the sound waves almost lifted the roof.

"Crazy you!" Liang Qian grabbed a Wangwang snow cake and threw it at Wen Weizhe, feeling helpless in the face of the enthusiasm of his classmates, "I really don't know how to be talented, why don't I perform a push-up?"

Wen Weizhe still fanned the flames while eating Want Want Snow Cake: "Liang Qian sings very well, KTV Maiba!"

Gu Lanyu said: "Just sing a song about Liang Qian, don't push it."

The booing sounded immediately.It's no secret that Gu Lanyu likes Liang Qian. Usually everyone is busy studying, and because of the camaraderie among classmates, it's not easy to make jokes. Now that the college entrance examination is over, she's a little unscrupulous, saying what is appropriate and inappropriate.

Liang Qian couldn't refuse, so he had to go on stage: "My singing is really bad, please don't dislike me."

"Don't dislike it, hurry up." Several boys on good terms slapped the table.

Liang Qian looked at the students below, his eyes flicked over the youthful and fresh faces, stopped in a certain corner, and said with a smile: "How about I find someone to sing with me."

"That must be Gu—" Wen Weizhe was interrupted by Liang Qian just as he opened his mouth: "Duan Xinghe, can you?"

The students were silent for a second, and then screamed ghostly.

As usual, Duan Xinghe sat in an inconspicuous place by the window, facing Liang Qian's invitation, his calm ice-snow face finally showed a look of astonishment, he stared blankly at Liang Qian, showing a cramped smile , Said: "I'm not very good at singing."

Liang Qian spread his hands helplessly: "I don't know how either."

He stubbornly stared at Duan Xinghe, with charming eyes and a stubborn posture, as if he would never give up until he reached his goal.Amidst the booing and cheering of the students, Duan Xinghe left his seat hesitantly, and walked slowly to Liang Qian's side.

Wen Weizhe took the lead in applauding and applauded loudly.

Most of the applause was given to Liang Qian. Duan Xinghe was usually reticent and not very friendly with his classmates. Everyone looked at him with more curiosity and exploration.

Duan Xinghe lowered his gaze habitually, turned his head slightly to Liang Qian's side, and asked in a low voice, "What are you singing?"

Liang Qian whispered to him in a grand manner: "What do you know? Can "Those Flowers" do it?"

Dim ravings flowed from the phone's speaker, like a tidal wave in the quiet classroom, Liang Qian and Duan Xinghe looked at each other, and sang this song that was most suitable for graduation together.

"Those laughter remind me of my flowers. In every corner of my life, they bloom quietly for me." [Note]

Duan Xinghe's voice was clear and clear, while Liang Qian's voice range was lower. The two voices mixed together were surprisingly pleasant.The students cheered softly, and Wen Ling deliberately held up the DSLR and squatted in front of them to record the video.

Liang Qian has a thick skin, no matter if he is out of tune or sings wrong words, he will perform with all his heart.He swayed his body while singing, and seeing Duan Xinghe standing like a pine tree, he put his arms around his shoulders and let him sway to his own rhythm.

When it came to the climax, the whole class sang in unison, and the reverberation of "la la la miss her" echoed in the whole corridor, and several emotional girls cried loudly.

When the last note fell, Liang Qian let go of Duan Xinghe, and said with a smile, "Happy cooperation." Duan Xinghe also smiled, and the corners of his eyes were slightly moist. He quickly lowered his gaze and walked back to his seat.

After the party, the students cleaned the classroom, took photos with the head teacher and teachers of various subjects, and then left the campus one after another.

Wen Weizhe summoned his friends and invited seven or eight boys to play ball. Halfway there, he found that Liang Qian hadn't followed, so he turned back to look for him and asked him what he was loitering about.

"You guys go first," Liang Qian took out his jersey from his schoolbag, "I'll change."

"Hurry up," Wen Weizhe gestured OK, and turned into the canteen to buy water.

Liang Qian stepped up two steps at a time and rushed up the stairs nimbly. Because he ran fast and lowered his head, he accidentally bumped into a classmate who was going downstairs.

It turned out to be Duan Xinghe.

When Liang Qian thought about looking for Duan Xinghe, there was a lot of chaos in the classroom. He was a little frustrated, but there was nothing he could do. It was a coincidence that he met him again on the stairs.

"I thought you were gone." Liang Qian hugged his schoolbag and smiled brightly at Duan Xinghe.

"Just about to leave." Duan Xinghe paused, "Are you going to play?"

"Well, together?"

Duan Xinghe shook his head, saying that there are still matters at home.

The silence lasted for a few seconds. Liang Qian cleared his throat and asked briskly, "By the way, which school did you apply for? Are you really not going to Q University and B University?"

"Uh..." Duan Xinghe got stuck, a transitional particle was dragged out of volume, and he didn't say why.

Liang Qian blamed himself for being meddlesome, insisting on prying into other people's secrets that he didn't want to say, and smiled to himself: "You won't come to F University to oppress me again."

Duan Xinghe was stunned for a moment, but this time he responded quickly: "No, don't worry."

Resolute and firm, never procrastinating, this is Duan Xinghe's consistent style.While Liang Qian breathed a sigh of relief, he felt an inexplicable sense of loss and sadness in his heart.

"Liang Qian, what are you doing?" Wen Weizhe urged impatiently from downstairs, "It's the last basketball game of your high school career, why don't you cherish the time!"

"Understood, are you annoying?" Liang Qian rushed down and said goodbye to Duan Xinghe.

"See you."

The two took a wrong step and walked in different directions. In the distance, a round of blood-red sunset was slowly sinking.