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After school near graduation in the third year of junior high school, Yang Chu was stopped by a girl.This is the first time Yang Chu has been confessed, and generally speaking, they get along quite happily.

Yang Chu watched the girl in front of her blushing, she was obviously shy and incoherent, but she still refused to leave, her heart softened for a moment.

He kindly reminded: "What's your name?"

"Ah, uh, my name is Lin Yu. Shuangmulin, Zhou Yu's Yu." Although the girl couldn't get out of the chaotic thoughts, she still replied instinctively.

Yang Chu said, "Student Lin Yu, do you have anything to do with me?"

Lin Yu stammered nervously and replied: "I, I am, I want to ask you. Which high school are you going to go to?"

After asking, Lin Yu breathed a sigh of relief.Yang Chu looked amused and replied, "Provincial No. [-] Middle School."

Lin Yu immediately said: "Okay, I will definitely go to that school. Excuse me, if I enter the same high school as you, can you give me a chance?"

Yang Chu said with a smile: "Puppy love is wrong, classmate."

Flattered by Yang Chu's gentle treatment, Lin Yu nodded and ran away happily.

Girls' feelings are always as beautiful as poetry.When the spring breeze blows, the wisteria flowers on the flower stand bloom lightly and deeply, and the flowers bloom brightly, as if telling a story.

These are a wonderful and beautiful juvenile thoughts.But in the eyes of Zhou Jianxin, who was not far away, it was dazzling like never before.He would rather not know about it today. Although the result is satisfactory, it is better not to see it.

Yang Chu feels that Zhou Jianxin has been a little impetuous recently, although on the surface everything seems to be normal.Judging from his years of getting along with Zhou Jianxin, this is very unusual, and it doesn't happen once a year.

Once Yang Chu went to Zhou Jianxin's house to play.Out of curiosity, he was worried on the surface but actually had a heart of gossip, and asked, "What's happened to you recently?"

Zhou Jianxin was hesitant to say anything, as if he didn't know where to start, and finally choked out a sentence: "Are you saying we are brothers?"

Seeing that there was a show, Yang Chu suppressed the excitement that was eager to try, and said innocently: "It must."

Zhou Jianxin mercilessly exposed him: "You can be more sincere, maybe I will believe it."

Yang Chu looked at him innocently, as if I couldn't understand what you said.

Zhou Jianxin looked at him with complicated eyes, and changed the subject casually.

At that time, Yang Chu couldn't understand why Zhou Jianxin was so hesitant. He was unwilling to get to the bottom of it, but he was fooled by several topics at the same time, and immediately became dizzy.He didn't think of this until he turned off the lights and went to bed at night, but he could only cry stupidly again.

One weekend, Yang Chu came to see Zhou Jianxin, but was told by the housekeeper that Zhou Jianxin had gone out for morning exercises early in the morning.

It is the late spring season, the summer solstice has not yet arrived, the sun is rising, and the clouds are drunk.In the courtyard, there is a piece of red rose that has just bloomed. It is bright and unrestrained, but the petals are dignified and elegant.Yang Chu was fascinated by it for a moment.

Zhou Jianxin came back from a walk, passed by his small garden, and saw Yang Chu standing in front of a field of blooming roses with his back turned to him.Bathed in the sun, the flowers are blooming brightly, and the young man is standing tall and walking slowly.Probably noticed something, he turned around and saw the person who came, with a smile on his childish face like the beautiful rose behind him.

Zhou Jianxin saw that under the golden sunlight, the man's fair complexion became more and more white, which contrasted with the lush green branches and leaves around him, as if he had become the most beautiful rose on the branch, and he should be surrounded by everyone.So the flowers are thicker, the leaves are more luxuriant, and the youth is more brilliant.

At this time, silence is better than sound, Zhou Jianxin is convinced that he has seen the most beautiful scene in the world, and he does not need words, let alone refute.Only the sound of heartbeat is left to show the world.

Yang Chu walked towards Zhou Jianxin unconsciously.

"You're back. I've been waiting for a while." The boy whispered unconsciously.

"En." Zhou Jianxin took the boy's hand and walked into the house.

Yang Chu was only talking to himself, but unexpectedly got a response. He forgot the hand he was holding in surprise, and followed.

When Yang Chu noticed, they were already sitting on the sofa in Zhou Jianxin's room.

Yang Chu glanced at Zhou Jianxin inexplicably: "The butler said you didn't have breakfast. You came in to take a shower and change clothes. Why did you drag me in?"

Unable to get an answer, Yang Chu belatedly noticed a strange atmosphere spreading between the two of them, and suddenly felt at a loss as to what to do. He planned to get up and open the door, but was held back by Zhou Jianxin.Yang Chu looked at Zhou Jianxin in bewilderment.

Finally, Zhou Jianxin stood up, staring at Yang Chu with scorching eyes, approaching.

Yang Chu subconsciously avoided his breath, but forgot that there was a sofa behind him, and fell down on the sofa in a burst of panic and confusion.There was no way to avoid it, Yang Chu watched Zhou Jianxin's face getting closer and closer, and a strange and inexplicable throbbing fermented in his heart, which seemed to be joyful and frightened.

Just when his lips were about to meet, Zhou Jianxin stopped.He saw Yang Chu's cheeks stained crimson below him, with spring water in his eyes, and suddenly he was delighted that this spring feeling was exactly what he forced to stain Yang Chu bit by bit, just like thick ink gradually smudged into clear water , out of control.

Zhou Jianxin chuckled, and said affectionately and joyfully, "Ah Chu, do you know? I like you."

At the first listen, Yang Chu was so horrified that there was only each other left in the whole world, and only the words of love could be tolerated. For a moment, he was at a loss and panicked, like the absurd moment when the ghost hidden in the abyss of the underworld suddenly appeared in the world. .Immediately reacting, he looked at Zhou Jianxin in disbelief.

Zhou Jianxin rubbed affectionately: "I used to always wonder whether you knew I liked you or not. But now, I don't want to know this. I don't care if you thought about it before or knew it, but in the future you can't I don't know. I like you, Yang Chu."

Zhou Jianxin kissed Yang Chu's forehead tenderly, and then let go, as if he had returned to his usual appearance, except for the scorching heat in his eyes that could not be ignored.

Yang Chu sat up, lowered his head to tidy up, and hid his leaked emotions, as if he still hadn't calmed down.

Zhou Jianxin smiled fondly and said, "I'll go eat first. You wait here for my return, be good."

The door was opened and closed again.

The heavy vertical curtains blocked the colorful world outside, and even the light could not enter the space grandly, and the room was dark.Yang Chu began to reflect on himself.Before that, he asked himself that he really had a crush on Zhou Jianxin, but he didn't know if he liked him or not.He asked himself if he had noticed Zhou Jianxin's feelings before, but he didn't know.In the end, what does Zhou Jianxin want to do?

When Zhou Jianxin came back, the room was already full of light.Yang Chu was standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows and looking out.

The subsequent development naturally broke up unhappy.

Back then Yang Chu naturally liked Zhou Jianxin, but what was liking?It is not more rational than good feelings, not more profound than love, and most of all, it is unclear.It's just a "like", which can be exhausted, and you can choose to let go.If you just like it, there is no need to embark on a future that is doomed to hysteria, and it will be tiring to overcome obstacles all the way.In the face of imaginable rivers and lakes, it is better to forget each other than to stay together.

Back then, Yang Chu thought so.