Zhu Mu Lang Ma

As soon as Jiang Song said these words, Fu Yijie's dizzy head suddenly woke up.

"What?" He stared at Jiang Song.

"It's nothing." Jiang Song smiled, "Just talk about it, is it better? If you come back later, Liu Wei should say that our dormitory is not a dormitory."

"Let's go." Fu Yijie glanced at him and walked slowly towards the dormitory.

He tried his best to think about where he would show the message of "there is someone else in his heart" when he was with Jiang Song, but after thinking about it for a long time, he didn't think there was any flaw.

To Jiang Song's surprise, he is no longer dizzy, his legs are no longer weak, and he doesn't wobble when he walks.

When Xu Hao and Wu Pingshan came back to the dormitory, Liu Wei was sitting on his bed with a gloomy expression, and no one was talking in the room. Fu Yijie felt the low air pressure as soon as he stepped into the dormitory.

"Can you stop being so late in the future?" Liu Wei looked at Jiang Song.

It's probably because Jiang Song has been speaking very straightforwardly, and Liu Wei always speaks to him, so Liu Wei generally regards him as the main target now.

"I'm sorry," Jiang Song didn't choke him today, and took a towel to take a shower, "Is there anyone in a hurry? If there is no one, I will go first?"

"You go first," Wu Pingshan drank slowly with a bottle of water, "I have to take it slow first."

"I don't know if you are here to study or to drink." Liu Wei lay back on the bed in displeasure, holding a book in his hands with disdain on his face, "After graduation, how dare you see a doctor like this?"

"Then I'll wash it." Jiang Song went into the toilet.

Liu Wei continued: "Don't think that if you have money, you can do whatever you want. You spent money to enter this school, that's all, and in the future..."

Fu Yijie was sitting on Jiang Song's bunk, but suddenly jumped up, followed Jiang Song into the toilet, and pushed him out: "I'll vomit first."

Jiang Song smiled, exited the toilet, and walked up to Liu Wei with a towel in his hand: "Brother Wei, don't always live in your own imagination. No one in this room paid for it. The highest score of our year is exactly the same as that in the toilet." Spitting."

Liu Wei sneered, looked towards the toilet, said nothing, threw the book on the table, turned over and closed his eyes against the wall.

When Fu Yijie came out of the toilet, his eyes were red, and he felt a fog of water in front of his eyes. He leaned against the door frame and gasped: "Oh, I'm so dizzy."

"Yijie can't drink enough," Xu Hao said with a smile, all of them drank a little too much, but only Fu Yijie vomited, "Is it better after vomiting?"

"Well," Fu Yijie patted Jiang Song, and walked to his closet, "Let me wash it first, I can't stand it anymore, I want to sleep."

"Then you first," Jiang Song lay back on his bed, "do you want to send a text message to your brother first? Tell him you are back."

"I won't post it anymore, I can't see things clearly now." Fu Yijie casually tore up two pieces of clothes, dangling them into the toilet, and closed the door with a bang.

The sound of closing the door was a bit loud, and Liu Wei beat the bed board impatiently.

Jiang Song glanced at him and didn't make a sound. Today they came back late from drinking, so he didn't have much to say, but there will be such a one in the dormitory in the future, and they probably won't have a good time going out to play.

Fu Yijie squatted under the nozzle, and the hot water sprayed on his body, which made him feel much more comfortable.

His head was still dizzy, and he felt sober before, but now he has regained his strength, but he was still sober in his heart, feeling a little uneasy.

He was going to send a text message to Fu Kun, but when Jiang Song asked him, he didn't plan to send it again. Maybe he was too sensitive, and now every word Jiang Song said, he felt that it was more than just superficial. mean.

"Hey." He stretched out his hand and scratched at his hair twice.

He had the urge to call Jiang Song out to have a good chat. For so long, Jiang Song was probably the only person he felt could tell what he had kept in his heart for so long.

but……

Perhaps it was because of holding back for so long that he didn't know if he had gotten used to this kind of suppression, and he quickly suppressed this kind of impulse the moment it appeared.

He felt awkward, he didn't have the courage to open his heart to anyone, not to mention such a thing, even Fu Kun might not know all about what he really thought in his heart from childhood to adulthood.

He was used to wrapping himself up, and what he showed in front of others had to be the excellent, steady, and non-worrying Fu Yijie.

He stood up slowly, propped himself against the wall, and took a deep breath. Before he finished breathing, he was choked and coughed for a long time.

When they got out of the shower, Xu Hao and Wu Pingshan had already fallen asleep on the bed without changing their clothes. Only Jiang Song was still lying on the bed playing with his mobile phone.

"All asleep?" Fu Yijie asked in a low voice.

"Well, are you done?"

"It's much more comfortable, you go wash it, I'm asleep." Fu Yijie climbed to the upper bunk, took the phone and held it in his hand, hesitating whether to send a text message to Fu Kun.

It wasn't until Jiang Song went into the toilet and closed the door that Fu Yijie quickly sent a text message, and I was already lying down.

Before putting down the phone, Fu Kun's text message came back, good night.

Fu Yijie stuffed the phone under the pillow, then pulled out Fu Kun's underwear that was under the pillow, and rubbed it gently in his hands.

Fortunately, he sent a text message. Fu Kun said that he didn't need to send text messages anymore, but he probably didn't sleep and kept waiting.

There are not many courses in the freshman year, and there are no professional courses. When I saw the class schedule, many students were disappointed. Basic chemistry, medical cell biology, medical physics, English, computer, I feel that I am still in high school.

But for many people, the freshman year is like being released from prison after more than ten years of imprisonment, so they just play like crazy.

Liu Wei and Fu Yijie were the only ones in the dormitory who read with their books in their arms every day.

What Liu Wei was reading, no one knew, his books were all wrapped in book covers, and he would put them under the pillow after reading them, and no one would touch his things at ordinary times. Just last week, Wu Pingshan picked up his glasses and took a look. I've been talking about it all day, and now Wu Pingshan keeps a distance of more than three steps when he sees his things.

What Fu Yijie was reading were professional books. When he was not in class, he would go to his sophomore year to take classes. He could pass the fourth grade in the freshman year of the school, and he planned to pass the fourth grade in his freshman year.

"You really haven't changed," Jiang Song looked at him with emotion, "You still work so hard."

Jiang Song is not absent from class, and he is very serious in class, but he usually doesn't add material to himself. When there is no class, he hardly stays in school, works, Internet cafes, parties, and sometimes stays in the dormitory all night.

"It's okay anyway." Fu Yijie smiled, he had a very clear goal in his heart, which he set for himself when he was in elementary school.

"Do you want to play some ball in the afternoon?" Jiang Song asked him when he was about to leave the house.

"Hit." Fu Yijie nodded.

"I'll go to the Internet cafe for a while, you can call me."

"Row."

Fu Yijie stayed in the library for a few hours at noon. When he came out, he happened to meet some people at work who were going to play golf. He called Jiang Song and the line was busy.

After calling several times, the line was busy, he sighed, and planned to go to the Internet cafe to find Jiang Song, but he happened to be a bit hungry, so he might as well have something to eat together first.

Going up to the Internet cafe on the second floor, Fu Yijie saw Jiang Song standing by the window at the corner of the stairs at the entrance of the Internet cafe, making a phone call. Seeing him coming up, Jiang Song threw a piece of chocolate over and pointed to the inside of the Internet cafe: "On the 12th, I will swipe my card." Okay, you go online for a while, and I'll make a call."

Fu Yijie nodded, and took the chocolate into the Internet cafe.

The Xiaosha Internet Cafe has recently been newly renovated, and the machines have been replaced with new ones. They are neatly arranged in two rows. There are people sitting in front of the machines, and there are many people who are waiting for the empty planes.

Machine No. 12 was at the far end against the wall, and Fu Yijie squeezed through a crowd of shouting and playing CS.

"Fu Yijie," someone called him, "I actually saw you in the Internet cafe."

Fu Yijie turned his head and saw that it was a classmate in his class, but he couldn't remember the name for a long time. It's almost a semester, and there are still half of the people in the class who he can't name.

"Ah, I'll wait for Jiang Song." He smiled.

"When are you two leaving? Call me when you get off the plane. I'm waiting for the machine."

"I'll call you later."

Fu Yijie sat in front of machine No. 12 amidst all kinds of strange smells. In the corner on the left was someone occupying the machine and sleeping, probably because he hadn't left after all night. The aisle on the right was not bad. I can't stand it.

There was a webpage open on the screen, and Fu Yijie was holding the mouse, thinking about what to do online, when he saw the title on the webpage, he was stunned.

Guangtong?

His heartbeat suddenly became a little irregular. Although he didn't have time to read the content, he already sensitively guessed what kind of website it was from these two words.

My whole body was numb, and my fingertips were numb. I took the mouse and clicked on the minimize button in the upper right corner five or six times before I clicked. But as this page was minimized, the page below it appeared in Fu In front of Yijie, Guangtong chat room.

Fu Yijie couldn't describe his feeling, so he clicked and clicked the minimized place in the upper right corner with the mouse until the blue desktop appeared, and he clicked several times before stopping.

After staring at the table in a daze for a while, Fu Yijie remembered to look around. The person on the left was still sleeping, and there was no one around him. They were all watching the battle at CS.

He breathed a sigh of relief, leaned back on the chair and looked at the row of minimized windows at the bottom of the screen, his heartbeat was still a little chaotic, and his hands were shaking a little.

Is Jiang Song crazy!

Watching these things in an Internet cafe with so many people!

The people around him were all students from their school, Fu Yijie really couldn't figure out what Jiang Song was thinking.

A few minutes later, he took the mouse and flicked over these windows.

He doesn't play games, and rarely surfs the Internet. For him, the source of these things are books, Xia Fei's books, books he bought himself, and he can occasionally read them in the library.

He never thought that he would see these things on the Internet, nor did he think that there would be such a website, and there would be a chat room.

With just a few keystrokes and a few clicks of the mouse, you can see countless people like him.

The strong shock and curiosity in his heart made him click on the page of the chat room.

What kind of people are there on the other side of the screen?

how old are theywhat kind?

What are they thinking, what kind of troubles do they have...

Jiang Songjin's chat room is not crowded, it is a self-built chat room, the name is very casual, it is called "Come and chat", there are about ten people in it, and the chat area shows the chat content of several people.

The content of the chat is very ordinary, and it can be seen that the people here are very familiar, and they are talking about what mobile phone signal is good.

Fu Yijie looked at it for a while, and when he was about to minimize the page, someone typed a few words, why didn't Jiang Song speak for a long time?Fell asleep?

Fu Yijie looked at Jiang Song's name in the chat room, Satan, but it seems that these people know his real name?

He minimized the page messily in his head, staring blankly at the screen.

When Jiang Song finished calling and came in, he was still in a daze.

"What are you playing?" Jiang Song asked, bending over to look at the screen.

"Not playing," Fu Yijie suddenly came back to his senses, and stood up, "Are you leaving?"

"Let's go, we agreed to play," Jiang Song clicked on the window of the chat room, "Wait for me for a second."

"Yeah." Fu Yijie didn't want to watch it at first, but he still couldn't hold back.

Satan: flashed

The person who was looking for him before sent a sentence, don't go, let's talk again, I miss you

Jiang Song quickly tapped the keyboard a few times and closed the page.

Satan: Think slowly in line

When he walked out of the Internet cafe, Fu Yijie suddenly felt that the sun was glaring, so he raised his hand to cover it.

"Eat something before going?" Jiang Song asked him.

"En." Fu Yijie nodded.

"Hot and sour noodles?" Jiang Song turned around and walked towards Sichuan snacks.

"Tiantian hot and sour noodles?"

"What to eat then?"

Fu Yijie looked at the tree next to him and thought for a long time. His mind was full of Guangtong, Comrade, Satan, and he couldn't think of anything he wanted to eat. He sighed: "...Hot and sour noodles."

Fu Yijie usually likes to eat hot and sour noodles, especially when it's cold, he feels warm and comfortable after eating them, but after eating a bowl of noodles today, he didn't even taste the taste.

When walking to school with Jiang Song, he didn't say a word.

After entering the school, he was almost on the basketball court before he finally said, "Stop playing."

"Huh?" Jiang Song stopped and looked at him, "What's wrong?"

"Let's talk." Fu Yijie said.

"Okay, where can we talk?"

Fu Yijie didn't speak, walked towards the dormitory, bypassed the dormitory building and walked to the trail up the mountain behind. In the afternoon, there was almost no one on the mountain, especially when it was cold.

"Have you ever been to the mountain?" Fu Yijie walked up the mountain along the path.

"No, it's okay who asked me to come here, it's quite scary in broad daylight," Jiang Song followed behind him, "Didn't it mean that the few who committed suicide in the past were all on the mountain, and you can still hear them crying at night... ..."

Goosebumps suddenly appeared on Fu Yijie's body: "Can you say something else?"

"We will have anatomy class next semester." Jiang Song laughed.

"I heard from the sophomore that in the last semester, someone jumped off the building and died under the window of our dormitory. They were all broken into pieces." Fu Yijie said suddenly.

"Really?" Jiang Song was stunned, "Why haven't I heard of it?"

"Last night," Fu Yijie stopped, turned around and stared at Jiang Song, "I wanted to go to the bathroom in the middle of the night... When I woke up, I saw the window..."

"Damn!" Jiang Song yelled, his lower bunk was right next to the window, his eyes widened in fright, "Really, don't scare me!"

Fu Yijie stared at him until Jiang Song's face changed completely, and then he said, "I thought you weren't afraid, didn't you just say it very energetically?"

"Fu Yijie! When did you learn so badly!" Jiang Song pushed him, then jumped on the spot twice, "It scared me to death, it sounds like it's true."

"It's true," Fu Yijie looked at him without a trace of expression on his face, "I saw a..." outside the window.

"Fu Yijie!" Jiang Song shouted.

"Let's go." Fu Yijie smiled, turned around and continued walking up the mountain.

This mountain is not high, and to be honest, there is no scenery to see. It is not interesting to look back and see half of the campus.

However, there is a small pavilion built on the mountainside, which is a bit surprising.

Fu Yijie walked over and sat down on the stone chair in the pavilion. The wind was strong on the mountain. He pulled up the zipper of his coat and watched Jiang Song sit down opposite him. He wanted to speak, but suddenly couldn't find it. word out.

After being silent for an indeterminate amount of time, Jiang Song finally couldn't keep silent and cleared his throat: "Are you going to talk to me about Guangtong?"

Fu Yijie glanced at him and didn't speak. After a while, he said: "Scare me."

"Didn't you know me a long time ago? When I told you that I liked you, I didn't say you were a little girl," Jiang Song smiled, "But you are so beautiful, you looked like a doll when you were young."

"Thank you." Fu Yijie really didn't know what to say this time.

"I've been on that website for several years. I've been there since it was a personal website." Jiang Song thought for a while, "You want to talk to me just because of this?"

"How many years?" Fu Yijie glanced at him, a few years ago he hadn't even connected to the Internet, "How old were you then."

"Junior high school, my house at that time..." Jiang Song hesitated for a moment, and didn't continue the previous words, "I lived at my aunt's house at that time, and my cousin was abroad, and my aunt got a dial-up Internet connection to ICQ with her every day. Let's chat."

Fu Yijie was silent again. He suddenly wanted to ask Jiang Song a lot, but he didn't know how to ask it. His chest was constricted, and his whole body seemed to be wrapped in a thick bandage.

Seeing that he didn't mean to speak, Jiang Song leaned on the stone chair and sighed: "When I saw this website, I was really surprised. There are such things on the Internet. There are so many people like me. I don't think so. I'm really surprised how bold this person is, and there are photos... You know, I felt very shameful at that time. Although my aunt said it was nothing, I tried my best to tell myself that it was nothing, but I still felt very disgusting... ..."

Fu Yijie's heart suddenly convulsed. Even now, this same feeling is still like a tightrope in his heart. Whenever he thinks about it, he will feel pain.

"At that time, as long as I was free, I spent almost all of my time there," Jiang Song smiled, "chatting, sending emails to people, reading what other people wrote, knowing that there are so many people like me, not just me. So many annoying things... suddenly I'm not afraid..."

Jiang Song spoke very slowly, talking slowly while recalling.

Fu Yijie listened quietly, Jiang Song's words shocked him again and again, his previous cognition of these things and himself was refreshed, broken, and reconstructed bit by bit.

People and things he didn't know, new terms he had never heard of.

Apart from curiosity and shock, there is still another kind of confusion after the lost confusion.

When Jiang Song didn't speak anymore, Fu Yijie didn't notice. He didn't know if he was thinking or just distracted by the shock.

"There are quite a few of them in our school," Jiang Song said, "I've met them in chat rooms in the same city before."

"Have you ever had a boyfriend?" Fu Yijie asked.

"Hand it over," Jiang Song touched a cigarette and lit it, "but...it's not interesting, it's quite messy, you think you're serious, but others think you're an idiot."

"Have you ever done that?" The images of himself kissing Fu Kun frantically flashed through Fu Yijie's mind, he blurted out a question, and then wanted to slap himself on the head.

Jiang Song was stunned, glanced at him, and smiled: "I did."

Fu Yijie bit his lip, and didn't say how to do it again, but he still asked carefully: "Then are you... 1 or 0?"

Jiang Song laughed out loud this time, and it took him a long time before he said, "Yijie, your question is like asking someone 419 in a chat room."

"Ah?" Fu Yijie was a little embarrassed, pulled up his collar to cover half of his face, only showing his eyes to look at Jiang Song.

Jiang Song still looked at him and smiled, but Fu Yijie made him laugh very depressed, and said in his collar, "Then are you 1 or 0?"

"I've done it all, it doesn't matter too much," Jiang Song replied with a smile, "It's more than one."

"Oh." Fu Yijie couldn't hold back again, thinking of Fu Kun, he immediately felt his ears burning.

"Yijie," Jiang Song threw the cigarette butt on the ground and stamped it out, "Before, I thought you must have someone you liked, but I didn't think about anything else, but... even if ordinary people don't dislike these things, just ask them casually. That's the end of the sentence, asking questions like you..."

Jiang Song paused: "Are you?"