Give the rest of your life

Autumn is getting stronger and the sky is getting late. He Siyu is sitting on the back seat of the bicycle and wraps around Lin Yao's waist.

Lin Yao wore a baseball cap that covered most of her forehead, and her hair scattered on her temples fluttered in the wind, occasionally covering her sight, so Lin Yao quickly brushed the strands of hair loose from the rubber band behind her ears.

When He Siyu, who was holding her, saw her, he smiled and said, "You can't even tie your hair well, stupid."

At the red light, Lin Yao pressed the brake, stepped on the asphalt road with one foot, and looked back at He Siyu: "Then you can help me tie my hair."

Before He Siyu could reply, Lin Yao looked forward again, and it turned out that the green light was on.

He Siyu's ears felt hot when he heard Lin Yao's words, thinking that his face must be scorching hot.

Lin Yao's words made her fantasize.

One girl combs another girl's hair.

Lin Yao was sitting on the chair, facing the mirror, while she was standing behind Lin Yao, next to her, combing and tying her hair, and the white floor-to-ceiling mirror in front of her reflected their figures.

Ears and temples grind together.

For no reason, He Siyu thought of this word.

Will Lin Yao and I live like this for the rest of our lives?

A lifetime seems too unrealistic, so let's at least keep this kind of intimacy until graduation from high school, as a relationship of friends.

I don't know if He Siyu's wish was too pious. In short, as she wished, their close relationship remained until the year they graduated from high school, and after that, they parted ways.

There were only bare branches left on the cherry trees outside the community. Lin Yao supported the ground with one foot, and when the bicycle tilted, He Siyu jumped off.

He Siyu straightened her shoulders to make the school uniform flatter, and when she was about to leave, Lin Yao stopped her.

"He Siyu!"

He Siyu turned around, "What's wrong?"

"Help me comb my hair." Lin Yao said with a smile.

A gust of autumn wind blew by, and pieces of sycamore leaves slid down from the tall sycamore tree at the entrance of the community, one of which happened to cover He Siyu's sight.

And the next moment, when the leaves floated to the ground, Lin Yao's smile, which occupied the focus of all eyes, made He Siyu blush.

Lin Yao was laughing, laughing so hard that He Siyu's heart trembled, and she firmly grasped her thumping heart.

"Why are you in a daze, aren't you happy?" Lin Yao asked her.

He Siyu pulled out his thoughts from his daydream of being gone without a trace, "Ah, no, but do you want to comb your hair here?"

Lin Yao looked around and seemed dissatisfied with the environment here, "Then...is it convenient to go to your house?"

He Siyu nodded, "Yes."

Lin Yao took He Siyu's hand into the community, the hand held by Lin Yao kept sweating, Lin Yao probably noticed it.

"Why are your palms sweating so much? Are they very hot?" Lin Yao said, holding He Siyu's hand on her chest and looking at it carefully.

Seeing it like this, Lin Yao not only sweated more on his hands, but also infected his face.

"Well, it's hot, it's hot."

Lin Yao looked at He Siyu's face, the thin beads of sweat on both sides of her cheeks confirmed her words.

"Recently, the temperature difference between morning and evening is large, so it's better not to wear too little, and be careful to catch a cold."

Lin Yao's voice drifted into He Siyu's ears, and even her tone seemed to be much gentler.

He Siyu led Lin Yao into the door, and the two approached the bedroom back and forth. Lin Yao didn't sit on the chair, but went straight to the desk.

"What's wrong?" He Siyu's heartbeat suddenly missed half a beat, that piece of paper!

The piece of paper with Lin Yao's name written all over it was still on the table.

Yes, that's right, that blank paper has been on the table for half a year, why didn't He Siyu take it away?

He Siyu himself couldn't tell.

Maybe it's because you can see Lin Yao's name when you look up, maybe you can look at this name in a daze if you have nothing to do, or maybe you just look at her name when you think of Lin Yao.

No matter what the reason was, He Siyu didn't want to throw away this piece of paper.

"You are still practicing calligraphy, tsk tsk, you are still ugly." Lin Yao said looking at the piece of paper with her name written all over it.

He Siyu stood obliquely behind her, unable to see her eyes and expressions, so he could only guess based on the emotion in these words, guessing that Lin Yao was not angry or curious.

"Well, I need to practice calligraphy because I'm ugly." He Siyu said with a guilty conscience.

Lin Yao took out a pen from the pen container, took a notebook from under the paper, opened it, turned to a blank page, sat down on the chair upright, unscrewed the cap of the pen, and wrote two huge Character--

Forest

Yao

When He Siyu saw these two words, he was obviously stunned.

"you……"

Lin Yao randomly took a book that was placed on the corner of the table, turned to the middle page, and said while copying on the paper: "Patients with physical defects in the brain will write very, very ugly characters."

"What?" As soon as He Siyu finished speaking, he suddenly realized that Lin Yao was saying that she was mentally ill?

Just about to refute, Lin Yao said again: "But the words are ugly, and it doesn't mean that the brain is defective."

"Where did you read this..." He Siyu knew that he couldn't talk to Lin Yao, so he could only find something to say.

"Book." Seeing Lin Yao's serious answer, He Siyu couldn't answer the question anymore.

While the two were talking, Lin Yao had already filled a page of words.

"Okay, let's practice calligraphy with this piece of paper." Lin Yao stood up, looked at He Siyu and said.

"Practice...?" He Siyu raised his head and looked at Lin Yao who was less than a foot away.

"Haven't you been practicing my handwriting? I'll write you a picture, so you can practice slowly."

When Lin Yao said this, He Siyu got a good step, "Well, thank you."

Today's He Siyu looks back on those years with deep emotion.

Lin Yao already knew about it.

Knowing that I have been secretly writing her name, and deliberately calling this girl Huai Chun as practice calligraphy, it is also thanks to her kindness.

He Siyu got up, her legs were already a little numb, she moved her body before walking out of the bar.

Seeing that He Siyu walked a little further, the two waiters at the door began to argue about the answer.

"If you're out of your mind, it looks like you've failed in your confession!" said a waiter.

"No, she drank alcohol and smelled very strong. She must have succeeded in catching a rape and got drunk herself." Another waiter said.

"Impossible, it must be a failure to confess!"

The two waiters were arguing louder and louder, He Siyu naturally heard it.

Confession failed.

As if enlightened, the 27-year-old He Siyu discovered for the first time that he was a——

gay.

I'm gay and I like Lin Yao.

Isn't my liking an emotion between friends?

How can I be a gay, how can I.

I still have to get married, have kids, and take my husband to family gatherings.

Isn't this the life I've always been longing for.

He Siyu didn't understand, she couldn't figure it out, and she couldn't figure it out either.

It's rare to be confused, and it's not a bad thing to let yourself be stupid sometimes.

When He Siyu woke up the next day, her head was still aching. It must be the fault of those glasses of red wine last night.

Rubbing his forehead, the work still has to continue.

He Siyu came to the office with her head covered. Before the computer was turned on, a girl called for a report outside the door.

"Come in."

The door was pushed open by a girl with a ponytail. The girl's head poked in, and then her body appeared in the crack of the door.

He Siyu looked behind him, wasn't this the girl who bumped into him and came to the office again that day.

"It's you?" He Siyu asked her.

The girl has good skin, two dimples on her cheeks, and a sweet smile.

"Hi teacher, I'm here to ask you questions again, won't you bother me?" The girl smiled lightly, but no matter how shallow the smile was, it still showed those two lovely dimples.

He Siyu had no resistance to the beautiful girl in front of him: "No, come on, which question can't you?"

After hearing He Siyu's words, the girl walked in happily, picked up the paper in her hand, and spread it out: "That's the one."

The girl's comprehension ability is very strong, and she can understand a little bit. In less than 2 minutes, He Siyu has finished all the difficult problems.

"Are there any questions?" He Siyu looked up and asked her.

"No... Well, teacher, can I ask you a question?"

"Just ask."

"Why did you go on a blind date with Teacher Xu's relatives?"

He Siyu looked at the girl suspiciously, "What's the problem, why can't I go on a blind date with him?"

"Aren't you afraid that others will gossip about you?"

He Siyu understood it instantly, yes, how could a girl in the third year of high school not know such a simple and easy-to-understand truth.

Others will definitely misunderstand me, but do I still have the opportunity to pick and choose?

Thinking of this, He Siyu sighed, "Aren't you afraid that others will gossip and stop getting married?"

The girl nodded and rolled her eyes, not knowing whether she understood or not.

Because of the inexplicable girl's words, He Siyu fell into deep thought.

Why do I want to get married, just because everyone thinks that I should get married at my age, and I have to do something that conforms to the mainstream concept.

This question troubled He Siyu. For several days in a row, whenever she had free time, she would ponder the answer to this question.

Before she could figure out whether this was right or wrong, Mr. Li's call came as scheduled.

"Miss He, I forgot to bring the skin care products I told you last time. Are you free this weekend? Let's have a meal together." Mr. Li's voice was still soft and soft, which made people sleepy.

"Okay, I'll trouble you then, Mr. Li."

Wang Jing, who was packing her bag in the next cubicle, heard it, and leaned over to ask her, "What's the name of Teacher Xu's relative?"

"What's it called? This... I forgot."

When asked by Wang Jing, He Siyu realized that he still didn't know what Mr. Li's name was. He was called Mr. Li all day long, but he didn't even know his real name. It was too impolite.

These days, He Siyu has been trying to reconnect with Lin Yao, but Lin Yao has never answered her call, nor replied to a single message from her.

This made He Siyu wonder: Have I ever met Lin Yao?

It's nothing more than the familiar Lin Yao has changed, how come she has disappeared, isn't it really a dream?