let loose

After Song Mian's questioning, Jiang Zhou's two roommates hurriedly turned off the desk lamp next to the pillow, got into bed and pretended to be dead without making a sound.

Since Song Mian came to the dormitory, the two of them have become cautious, panting with their mouths, silently.Talking depends on the shape of the mouth, and the sound is transmitted through the air.

For fear of provoking this first airborne thug.

Song Mian despised these two wastes in her heart, afraid that he would be so obviously afraid, and he would not eat people.But I'm glad these two wastes, I'm afraid he's afraid to such an extent, wouldn't he be able to climb Jiang Zhou's bed justifiably?

Gee.

The dormitory area is not small, the entire area is only the small incandescent lamp on Jiang Zhou's desk, the brightness is not very bright, and most of the room is in darkness.

Jiang Zhou touched the new pillow in the black cover, gave Song Mian a look when he heard the question, heard his trembling voice, and turned out of the eighteenth bend of the mountain road with four words, saw him trembling and whizzing, and frowned , didn't answer him, and asked, "Why are you shaking?"

Song Mian was dumbfounded, she rubbed her arms and rubbed them together, and said in a trembling voice, "It's cold, what's the matter with your dormitory, after taking a shower, the water suddenly becomes cold, it's still the kind of icy water , I poured water on my head, and it froze to death.”

Jiang Zhou suppressed a laugh in his throat, put on the pillow, saw that Song Mian's hair was still wet, and the tip of her hair was dripping, no wonder she was shaking like this.

Turning to the right side, he found a new towel from the storage box at the end of the bed and handed it to Song Mian, "Take it and wipe your hair, so as not to catch a cold."

After a few seconds, he explained again: "Generally, there will be no hot water when the lights are turned off. Turn off the lights on time at twelve o'clock."

Song Mian groaned, her eyebrows fluttering with joy, and she dragged a new pair of flip flops to the balcony.

On an autumn night, the temperature dropped sharply. It was already twelve o'clock, and the fifteenth passed.It is said that the moon is sixteen round on the fifteenth day, Song Mian looked at the night sky, there are few stars, but the moon is quite round.

He rubbed his hair and thought, and his mind turned a thousand times, imagining countless tragic scripts to draw out Jiang Zhou's sympathy so that he could climb into bed.

Jiang Zhou didn't know the twists and turns in his heart on the balcony. He covered his mouth and sneezed lightly, rubbed his itchy nose, pressed his pale lips tightly, and stretched out his tongue to lick because of dryness.

Spread the sheets and quilts, press the pillows neatly on the head of the bed, and after making sure the bed is made, Jiang Zhou climbed out of bed lightly.

The desk must have been cleaned up by Song Mian, and the clean and tidy desk was now a mess.Jiang Zhou pinched the center of his eyebrows helplessly, and after thinking for a long time, he couldn't find the right words to express his confused mood at this time.

Even if he is tired, he is unwilling to settle for cleanliness.

After tidying up the messy materials and books on the table, thinking about the day and night outdoor activities tomorrow, I paused for a while, went to the closet to pack two sets of disposable toiletries, folded two new towels, and put them in the suitcase at the foot of the desk He took out a medium-sized black travel bag and put all the things he packed into it.

Jiang Zhou has been independent since childhood and learned how to take care of himself early on.

Guessing that it was almost time, Jiang Zhou stopped tidying up, groped for the base of the desk lamp with his fingers, turned up the brightness of the desk lamp, picked it up to shine on the balcony, and called out softly, "Song Mian, come in."

Song Mian's hair was already dry. Boys have short, crisp hair with fine ends. Even if you don't use a towel, it will dry quickly.This meeting is leaning against the glass sliding door in a daze.Hearing Jiang Zhou calling him, he answered and walked in.

When Song Mian came in, before he opened his mouth, Jiang Zhou made his move, took off the wet towel that was just used on his shoulder, folded it into a square and put it on the table without making a sound, and said: "You Sleeping on my bed, there is only one quilt, so the conditions are poor and you can squeeze in."

"Ah." Song Mian echoed, secretly delighted.After the joy, he felt that it was a pity that the [-] scripts that he made up were useless, so he asked, "Shall we sleep together?"

Jiang Zhou lowered the brightness of the desk lamp by a notch, stood by the table, and gave him a glance back when he heard the words, "If you don't want to, you can use the floor as well."

Song Mian chuckled, didn't speak, deliberately took two extra steps to get closer to him, the sound of slippers kicking disappeared in a second, and stood still behind him.

Song Mian lowered her head, resting her head on Jiang Zhou's back, sniffing lightly with her nose, closing her eyes and enjoying the smell again.

The two of them used the same shampoo and shower gel, but that refreshing fragrance, which was neither too strong nor too weak, was unique to Jiang Zhou, and no one could duplicate the smell.

Jiang Zhou didn't care about his actions, he was now immune to Song Mian's sudden physical contact, so he didn't chase him away, he zipped his schoolbag and put it on the corner of the table.

After things were settled, Song Mian had no intention of leaving, so Jiang Zhou raised his hand and patted the heavier and heavier head behind him, and said, "You go to bed first, and I'll do two laundry."

After finishing talking, she remembered that Song Mian had just taken a cold shower, raised her arm, and took out a long-sleeved sweater beside the bed, asking Song Mian to change into it.

Song Mian put on her clothes, tired enough, obediently climbed into bed.Rolling around on the bed, I buried my face in the soft pillow at the head of the bed and sniffed hard.

I smelled a laundry detergent and the peculiar smell of newly bought clothes, and then picked up the quilt and sniffed the sheets, all of which smelled like this.

Tsk, Song Mian is not happy anymore.He crawled to the edge of the bed, leaned down and asked Jiang Zhou, "Hey, Jiang Zhou, did you get a new quilt?"

Jiang Zhou hummed.

"You despise me?" Song Mian cut corners.

"No."

Song Mian was aggressive: "Then why are you changing the sheets? Are you planning to throw the sheets away when I leave tomorrow?"

Jiang Zhou took out the small basin for laundry, threw the new clothes into it, and took the time to reply, "I don't have any."

"Then why are you changing the quilt?"

Jiang Zhou had no choice but to put down the basin and looked up at him.

The light from the desk lamp was blocked by the desk and Jiang Zhou. Even if the two of them looked at each other face to face, they could only vaguely see the outline of each other's face.

In the darkness, Jiang Zhou raised his right hand and tapped Song Mian's nose with his fingertips. The cool finger met the cooler tip of the nose, and both of them were startled.

It stands to reason that this is not the first time Jiang Zhou has done this, and the two of them should have gotten used to it long ago.But the situation is that Song Mian confessed to Jiang Zhou only an hour ago, saying that he likes him.

If it is said that sleeping together is a last resort, then this subconscious action in the state where the window paper has been pierced, it is quite a refusal to welcome, and it means playing hard to get.

Realizing that this move was a little ambiguous, Jiang Zhou coughed, and retracted his hand as if nothing had happened, explaining: "I don't dislike you, I slept on the bed sheet for a week before, and it wasn't clean."

Song Mian blinked, nodded, and only when Jiang Zhou took the basin to the balcony did he suddenly regain his senses.

His face was red and hot, burning all the way to the tips of his ears, the two arms supporting the side of the bed were limp, his body changed from kneeling to lying down, his side face was pressed against the sheet, he was speechless.

Having been with Jiang Zhou for so long, Song Mian somewhat understood Jiang Zhou's temperament—cold but polite.

For Jiang Zhou, Song Mian is a guest tonight.He will not let guests sleep in the same bed as he has slept in.It's an upbringing issue.

Song Mian wrapped the quilt tightly, turned it around and stuck it against the wall.In autumn, the night is not as hot as summer, and the dormitory does not have air conditioning.The other two roommates didn't know if they were really asleep or pretending to be asleep, but there was no sound at all.Jiang Zhou closed the glass door tightly, and the sound of water coming from the balcony was very small and muffled.

Song Mian stared at the gray ceiling in a daze.

He's still a little dizzy right now.Although he was sober, he was not uncomfortable at all.

But he was more relieved, this feeling of relief that the mountain that was pressing in his heart was finally thrown away.

The confession was not abrupt, he thought to himself.

Confession while drunk, I believe he is definitely not the only one who has done this kind of stupid thing.He guessed that Jiang Zhou would refuse, but he really didn't guess that Jiang Zhou would agree to his pursuit speech. Although there was an element of his own stalking during the process, it gave him hope.

He is very satisfied.

Just as she was thinking about it, the phone on the bedside vibrated twice. Song Mian wrapped herself up like a silkworm chrysalis, arched an arm out with difficulty, took the phone to unlock it, the screen lit up, and WeChat automatically popped up. It was Shu Yan and Song Lilian. He sent a message:

[Goddess: Doudou Happy Mid-Autumn Festival / Love]

Followed by Zhang Xiaotu holding a heart emoticon package.

Song Lilian was much simpler, he saw the familiar money transfer, followed by the phrase Happy Mid-Autumn Festival.

Song Mian glanced at the time, almost an hour had passed since Mid-Autumn Festival.He took the money first, five thousand and two, pursed his lips, tapped his fingertips, and replied:

[Sleep: Thank you, Dad, happy Mid-Autumn Festival. ]

Replied the same to Shuyan, changing father to mother.

Song Mian waited for a while, but there was no reply from the other side, and he was not disappointed. He also arched his other hand, put the mobile phone under his chin, and rolled his eyes.

He said that he was full of confidence when chasing people, but in the end, Song Mian himself belonged to the type who had been confessed to since childhood, and had long been numb to confession. In practice, he had no idea at all.

Over the past few months, Song Mian has developed a habit. Whenever he feels confused, the first thing he thinks of is his dog-headed military adviser.It's almost one o'clock, I don't know if Xiao Qi has slept.

When Jiang Zhou came back from drying his clothes, he saw his mobile phone beside his schoolbag flickering and buzzing.

He dried his hands and went over to unlock it. When he saw who sent the message, his forehead twitched and he couldn't laugh or cry.

[A hundred thousand reasons: Did Qizai sleep?It's okay to sleep, you can come back to me tomorrow morning. ]

[A hundred thousand reasons: I have good news for you, my friend confessed to the boy he likes!The other party also promised to let my friend chase him!Come, come, and join me in congratulating them on their [-]-year marriage! ]

Jiang Zhou: "..." He looked up at the bed, and saw Song Mian wrapped herself in a silkworm chrysalis in a kneeling position, her face was illuminated by the fluorescent screen, and she covered her mouth while typing and giggled, waiting for him to respond. The phone vibrated again and again.

[One hundred thousand reasons: By the way, my friend said that he will sleep in the same bed with the person he likes tonight!This is the point, the point! ! ! ]

[One hundred thousand reasons: Do you think it is necessary for my friend to secretly take advantage while the other party is asleep? ]

[[-] reasons: I think it’s okay, secretly kissing, cuddling someone to sleep, and when it’s dawn, they will say that they fell asleep and unconsciously hugged at night, and blame it on poor sleeping posture!how do you feel?Are you extremely smart? ]

Jiang Zhou: "..."

I don't think I'm so smart, and I even want to hit someone.

He didn't reply, and pressed the button on the side of the phone to turn it off.

There was a rustling sound from under the bed, Song Mian was startled, and quickly turned off her phone. Seeing Jiang Zhou climbing up the railing, she tore off half of the quilt that was wrapped around her body, and asked to cover up, "Just now I heard there is a cell phone down there. It's ringing, it's ringing several times, is it your phone?"

Jiang Zhou climbed onto the bed by himself. Because he was too tall to stand upright, he kept arching his back, barely got on the bed, lifted the quilt to cover his slender legs, then stared at Song Mian for a long time with deep eyes, and said: "Um."

Song Mian froze for a moment, moved her buttocks and lay down to make room for him, seeing that Jiang Zhou's expression didn't look happy, she thought that the person who sent the message had provoked him.

Song Mian scratched her hair in embarrassment, thinking about it for a long time and didn't know what to say, so she said, "Hey, what idiot still sends messages in the middle of the night to disturb people's peace, so I'm looking for a cut."

Jiang Zhou stopped lying down, glanced at him, coughed to hide his smile, and hummed unnecessarily.

Song Mian couldn't figure out what he meant by "hmm".Jiang Zhou is too indifferent, with a slumped face all day long, he rarely participates in the joking and joking of the boys in his class. He doesn't have the slightest domineeringness that boys of seventeen or eighteen should have, and rarely laughs.

Song Mian couldn't figure it out, so she lay down embarrassingly.

Soon he lost his mind on the matter.

The bed is a standard specification for student dormitories, with a width of 1.2 meters.Two boys over 1.8 meters tall squeezed together, a little crowded.

Covered with the same quilt, with arms close to each other, every movement, breath and breath of the person next to him can be felt through physical contact.Jiang Zhou didn't make a sound after he lay down. If it wasn't for the warmth that belonged to Jiang Zhou from the arms that he was clinging to, Song Mian would have suspected that there was no one beside him.

Sleeping together, Song Mian was enveloped by the chilly smell of Jiang Zhou's body, his heart was beating like thunder, and his breathing became more and more rapid.

He was a little anxious, but the more he was afraid of something, the more something would come. He couldn't breathe for less than three seconds, and opened his mouth wide to inhale quietly.

After a while, there was a slight breathing sound from beside her. Song Mian turned her head slightly, and she could see the profile of Jiang Zhou's profile.

Jiang Zhou fell asleep.

Song Mian was secretly happy, but he didn't dare to do anything to Jiang Zhou, he was cowardly.Typical paper talkers.He turned his face sideways like this, looking at Jiang Zhou's sleeping face.Although there is no light, all I see is a black shadow, and I am willing.

Song Mian thought he would not be able to fall asleep, he was always worried about his lower body, if he couldn't resist the temptation and lose someone, it would be hopeless.

In order not to be ashamed, he chose to recite the text.

Sure enough, studying is the nemesis of scumbags. The effect is so good that he flies off. He fell asleep quickly, breathing evenly, and a sentence kept circulating in his mind:

Take a long time to cover up one's tears, and mourn the hardship of the people's livelihood.

Take a long time to cover up one's tears, and mourn the hardship of the people's livelihood.

Take a long breath to hide your tears...