Xiao Lang Jing

"Song Xi?"

Someone was calling him, but he didn't realize it at first, but then he was patted on the shoulder, and he remembered, oh, that person was calling himself.That's right, from now on, Song Xi will be his name.

He turned around and saw that the person who was patting himself was a black and thin boy. The boy was a head shorter than him, with slender limbs, but was too shriveled. The whole person looked malnourished. When I smile, I feel my cheeks sinking downwards.

Song Qiran stopped.

"Is something wrong?" he asked.

"Didn't you see your name tag?" The boy shook the card in his hand, "Our numbers are next to each other, there is a high probability that we will be assigned to a dormitory."

"Oh."

Song Qiran looked down, his serial number was 0713, and the one in the boy's hand was 0714, maybe, he thought.This is a rehabilitation center, and he didn't come here to make friends, so it doesn't matter who he shares a dormitory with.But the boy who got close to him obviously didn't think so.He even held out a hand.

"My name is Liu Nengbin."

Song Qiran hesitated for a long time but didn't hold it.It was too strange to shake hands in the line, besides they had stopped for a long time, the guard by the door looked over at them and yelled at them impatiently.Song Qiran turned his head immediately, and obediently followed the person in front to the window to get the bedding.

It was still summer, and all that was handed out was a thin mattress, a quilt, and a very shriveled pillow.He weighed those things and followed the others into a row of brick-red houses.There is the dormitory of the rehabilitation center.There are a lot of people living on one floor. There seem to be about twenty small rooms. There are five floors in total. There is a public toilet on both sides of the corridor on each floor. Every window is locked. The only shower room that can be opened for ventilation is the One room is directly opposite the stairs. There is no door in the bathroom. It is said that it is to prevent someone from jumping out of the window. However, when taking a bath, there will be a special person standing next to the stairs to guard the whole time.

It's more like a more civilized prison cell than a rehabilitation center dormitory, Song Qiran thought to himself.

He found his own bed according to the number. It was in a room on the east side of the third floor of the dormitory building. The room was very narrow, less than a third of the size of his own bedroom, but it had to accommodate two people, and the beds were next to each other. , except for a small table by the window, there are no other decorations. When both of them sat on the edge of the bed, their legs were longer, and their knees could almost touch each other.

As soon as Song Qiran made his bed, Liu Nengbin jumped in.He was right, they were really roommates in the same room.Originally, Song Qiran rejected his overture just now, and his attitude towards others was very cold. A normal person should bear some grudges at this moment, but Liu Nengbin seemed to maintain a high degree of enthusiasm unmoved.Seeing Song Qiran here, he seemed very excited. He threw the quilt on the bed and didn't tidy it up. Instead, he sat down on Song Qiran's bed and grinned at him.

"You don't talk much, are you afraid of strangers?" He asked.

Song Qiran sighed.

"I'm not shy. I just think it's better for everyone to keep a distance from each other," he replied.

"What's wrong?" Liu Nengbin looked disbelieving, "Can you still eat me?"

It won't be enough after eating you, Song Qiran thought to himself.But when you can't control your emotions, it is possible to get sick and directly want to kill you.

The past few months have not been great for him.His body is like a female crouching wild beast, and sometimes he has uncontrollable urges, sometimes he goes to the studio to practice, just stay a little longer, hear the movements made by his classmates, chat, drink water, peel plastic wrapping paper and eat snacks, There will be a sudden burst of anger.

He knew it was unreasonable and stupid, but he couldn't stop thinking about it: Before the accident at the end of last year, he clearly told them that the weather would be bad the next day, and that there would often be no mobile phone signal in the mountains, even The instructors all suggested that they could go to the mountains to sketch on another day, but a few people were stubbornly unwilling to change the itinerary.And He Miao, his classmate, he came back after a few days of recuperation in the hospital after the accident, so what should he do, he seems heartless, but obviously the accident is also his a responsibility.He Miao was the only boy who went up the mountain that day. If he could be a little more responsible like a man, he wouldn't implicate the people who rescued them from losing blood in the rain for so long.The man looked lifeless when he was carried into the ambulance, and it was all because of them.That person is lucky, but what if he is not so lucky?What if he died?

Every time Song Qiran thought of it, his face darkened.

After the accident at the end of last year, when he was in the same room with his classmates, his face was always expressionless. After a long time, they would not talk to him.

Song Qiran's complexion became quite ugly in that burst of memories, and now even Liu Nengbin who was sitting on his bed could feel his aura of not getting close to strangers.However, he didn't seem offended, instead he looked at Song Qiran with interest.

"Is this your first time coming in?"

Song Qiran frowned.That's an interesting question.

"Aren't you?" he asked.

Liu Nengbin smiled and didn't speak.Song Qiran felt that he was baffled. Is there anything to be happy about being sent here for treatment many times in this kind of place?

"I advise you not to put on that expression when you have nothing to do." Liu Nengbin finally spoke when he had seen enough of him, "You think you are fierce, but outsiders look at you like a little wild cat. I don't know where this place is. Okay, let me give you some pointers? To avoid provoking someone who shouldn’t be provoking, I don’t even know how I died.”

Song Qiran didn't like his tone of voice very much.

"Isn't this a place for healing?"

The people in front of them laughed even more happily.

"That depends on what kind of illness you have. Some illnesses still have human rights, and some illnesses are gone." He stood up, stood next to Song Qiran, and compared him, this person was taller than him , is also whiter than him, and looks better, Liu Nengbin feels a little uncomfortable.He poked Song Qiran's waistband,

"Hey, what do you like, do you like men?"

Song Qiran suddenly opened his eyes wide.

Damn it, Liu Nengbin looked at him and thought, with a prickly look on his face, he didn't expect to be a fool, and he just said something.

"What expression do you have?" Liu Nengbin took a step back with disgust, and went to the bed made by Song Qiran, looking at the cobwebs on the ceiling, and clicked his tongue, "Let me tell you first, I don't discriminate against homosexuals, because I am too. .”

Song Qiran was stunned. He really didn't expect that homosexuality was treated as an obvious disease in the rehabilitation center.Then Liu Nengbin told him that the rehabilitation center sorted everyone into categories when they were sent in. Hey, those with Internet addiction are together with those with Internet addiction, and those who don’t go to school and mess around until they have anti-social personality are together. Hey, other people who are messing around and talking nonsense all day long are together, and they are not lethal, but they are not too perverted in the eyes of others.Especially for people like them, there are quite a few people who enter the palace for the second time. After all, things like sexual orientation cannot be "cured" by treatment. For old regulars like Liu Nengbin, they will be clear at a glance. In fact, several of them were sent in by the family for the same reason.But Song Qiran is the most eye-catching among them, and it doesn't matter why, he is fresh and tender, and those with long eyes can tell that they are not children from ordinary families.After entering the rehabilitation center, everything is isolated from the outside world, and even parents are not allowed to visit casually. In this closed environment, no matter what you care about, as long as it is scarce, it can become an unexpected resource, even the appearance.Liu Nengbin felt that he was very lucky to be able to share a dormitory with Song Qiran. He knew the value of Song Qiran very well. As long as he made good use of it, he could get a lot of benefits, but Song Qiran himself couldn't understand it.

But he didn't expect Song Qiran to answer so freshly and refinedly.

"I'm not gay," he said.After thinking about it, I felt something was wrong, "I don't know if I am, but I do like a man."

"Damn!" Liu Nengbin leaned on the iron railing at the head of the bed and cursed loudly, "Don't do that to me, why am I not gay, but I just fell in love with a man. It's just a trick Do you believe it too? It’s innate to like men or women, it’s written in genes, I don’t see people emphasizing that all the time, making it seem like it’s more noble than natural homosexuality.”

"I haven't." Song Qiran defended himself.

"Then what the hell do you mean? Let me tell you, this kind of thing, yes, no, no, gay men just like to look at men more than women, it will be hard for men, but not for women, not so much Daodao. Have you ever been hit by a plane? It’s not an idol drama, what’s wrong, Xiaojier still has to recognize a master to look up?”

Liu Nengbin's tone suddenly became aggressive, he seemed to be particularly against Song Qiran's statement, he didn't have the kind of flattery that he tried to get close to at the beginning, he seemed to be suddenly blown up, very angry.

But Song Qiran listened to what he said.He thought about it seriously, and told Liu Nengbin:

"He did touch me."

Liu Nengbin rolled his eyelids.

"Who? Where did you touch it?"

"The person I like." Song Qiran replied, "touched the butt."

so exciting?The person on the other side who was still full of contempt suddenly became interested.

"And then, are you hard enough?"

"It's hard... just a little bit." Song Qiran blushed, "But then I also saw him without clothes, but I wasn't hard that time, so according to what you said, I don't know how I am. Does that count as being gay?"

"Fuck, what are you talking about..." Liu Nengbin muttered.He didn't seem to believe what Song Qiran said at all, he waved his hands in disappointment, Song Qiran pursed his lips, and didn't follow suit to explain.

But what he said was true.

The first time I met Zhao Meng, Song Qiran was just a sophomore in high school. When the school just started last semester, he was blocked by a girl who was about to give a speech under the national flag at the toilet door and confessed before the opening ceremony.

That girl, like Wei Xiaolong, is also on the track and field team. She just won a city-level award on behalf of the school. Next year, she will be sent to the province to participate in the youth competition, and she will most likely be eligible for recommendation.High school life has no regrets for her, so it's better to tell whoever she likes now.

It was the first time for Song Qiran to be wall-thumped in a place like the toilet, and he was terrified, but he still politely expressed his wish "I just want to study hard now".

He thought this matter should be over here, and he would never have thought that the girl who confessed to him was actually a bold and unrestrained girl, and even though he had already rejected it once, she began to find reasons to cling to him all day long, guarding the door of the class after class, and after school He also followed on the road, and he knew exactly where he lived and what time he would pass by on the small road.

Song Qiran is a native of Qinghe who studies alone in the provincial capital. His family bought him a separate house near the school for his use, but his parents are busy. Except for an aunt who comes to cook and clean every day, he is alone most of the time. Living alone.Song Qiran's character was originally well-behaved and obedient. In addition to studying, he usually draws, and his life is very simple.It was the first time in my life to be entangled suddenly like that.

He is not used to it, and he doesn't like it.Especially feel insecure.

When it was evening self-study that day, he found that someone was secretly following him on the way after school, but every time he turned around, there was no one behind him, and no one responded to his calls.Song Qiran was very scared, he didn't know what to do, he could only move slowly, until he walked into a dark alley, his back suddenly trembled for no reason, and before he could react, a black shadow flashed past his head , the ass under the school uniform was touched unexpectedly, and even grabbed.The hair on the young master's body stood on end, and tears immediately came down.

Instead of going home, he went directly to the police station to report the crime.

It was Zhao Meng who was on duty that day. He had just arrived in the provincial capital and worked as an auxiliary policeman in the squadron next to the No. [-] Middle School. Little crying bag.

The little crying bag was terrified, looking very aggrieved, with a pitiful face, red eyes, and wet eyes, sitting opposite Zhao Meng and sniffing.

"It's not right, it's sexual harassment," he said to the uniformed policeman, especially seriously.

The sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy is still developing, his limbs are all fleshless, and his voice is still childish. Zhao Meng didn't do it on purpose. He wanted to show respect for the reporter, but he still couldn't hold back. Laughed out loud.

"Oh my mother," he rubbed his eyes, he was too embarrassed to look at the frowning and unhappy teenager on the chair, "you mean that your butt was touched by a female classmate."

"What do you mean is touching the butt." Song Qiran was really a little angry, "I said, this is sexual harassment. She didn't get my consent, and I don't like it very much."

"Then what do you want to do?"

"Can you tell her not to do this in the future?"

"Who are you talking to? There are no cameras on that road. Do you have any evidence to prove who touched you?"

Song Qiran was stunned.

"What a young master..." Zhao Meng muttered, trying to hold back his laughter.He put down the pen and notebook for recording, put his hands on his knees, bent down and looked at Song Qiran,

"Student, look, it's not that uncle doesn't care about you, but you can't rely on others for this kind of thing. You are a boy. If you don't want to be modeled by a female classmate, you should explain it to her yourself. I can't help you either. of."

"Can't you?" Song Qiran lowered his eyebrows.

Zhao Meng smiled and narrowed his eyes, shaking his head.

"Even if you want to invite parents, you have to be invited by your teacher. Besides, boys, they are touched as soon as they are touched. It doesn't matter whether you like it or not. Boys don't cry easily. What's there to cry about?"

He said "Look, what's so scary about this", as if playing a joke, he raised his hand and "slapped" Song Qiran's buttocks on the edge of the chair.

Song Qiran didn't expect Zhao Meng to hit him suddenly, he yelled, jumped up from the chair, his face turned red as if a hot pot was boiling, he covered his buttocks and stared at Zhao Meng with wide eyes, like a jumping three feet high rabbit.Zhao Meng was amused by him again, with a heartless smile on his face, his mouth opened to reveal a mouthful of big white teeth, which made his skin darker, the lines at the end of his eyes were deeper, and his pupils were brighter.

"That's right. I'd rather be serious and angry than cry." Zhao Meng patted on his trousers, stood up as well, approached the boy and reached out to rub his hair.The strands of hair are soft and thin, and Zhao Meng can float up with a breath.Just a kid, he thought.

"Be strong," Zhao Meng said to him, "Uncle, please eat candy."

Song Qiran didn't answer, he just ran away sullenly.

Not knowing whether he was shocked or angry, the boy ran all the way to a place that was almost near the door of the house before stopping.He was still blushing, with sweat all over his head and neck. It was the first time he had spanked a strange man like that. The man's hands were powerful and rough, but the palms were very hot. The heat was separated by the thin layer of summer clothes. As if imprinted directly on the surface of the skin, the young man desperately grabbed the hem of his clothes to cover the area that Zhao Meng had just scratched.

Panting for breath, he looked around in a daze, afraid that some acquaintances would pass by here at this time.

The round ball under the loose school uniform trousers is looking up shyly and tremblingly at the moment.Song Qiran's brain was blank, he couldn't think at all, his mind was full of the stubble on his chin when the man touched his head close to him and talking, and the pectoral muscles that were about to emerge under the open collar of his uniform.Song Qiran was shorter than him, Zhao Meng was arched, his eyes were at the height where he could see the bottom at a glance through the slit of his collar.Zhao Meng's area was very different from the girl's chest, it was sweaty, shimmering and steaming, and there were two dark spots rubbing against the fabric on the chest.Song Qiran suddenly felt that the shape of his ribs on both sides was very beautiful.

What on earth was I thinking, Song Qiran stood there in a daze.

Song Qiran, who was admitted to the rehabilitation center that night, once again thought of the situation at that time.There were no mobile phones, computers, or books to read in the dormitory, so he could only lie down after turning off the lights. He looked at a window-shaped shadow on the ceiling in the dark, and fell asleep after thinking about it.

It was late at night, and the only sound left in the narrow room was the faint sound of breathing.Song Qiran's opponent, Liu Nengbin turned over, and got off the bed on tiptoe like a cat.He squatted barefoot on the ground, reached out and unzipped the suitcase under Song Qiran's bed, and rummaged through it with extreme caution.

This is the third time he has returned to the rehabilitation center. After staying here for a long time, Liu Nengbin has gradually learned to read people. His intuition tells him that Song Qiran is definitely not as simple as it seems on the surface.He pulled out a few close-fitting clothes from the box, found a sketchbook with half of the paper already drawn in the middle of a pile of soft clothes, and Liu Nengbin opened them by the light of the street lamp on the playground outside the window.He sneered.

The next day, Song Qiran, who had just moved in, was reported.

The author has something to say

He Miao: Damn, I thought he was impersonal back then, and after a long time, he secretly wanted to kill me. Let me tell you that Song Qiran is not only cold-blooded and ruthless, but also very dark.

Xiao Song: Say it again?

He Miao: Pretend I didn't say it.

Brother Bin is a special character, I don’t know if he is Xiao Song’s friend in it, he is also full of contradictions...