catch starlight

For a long time, He Xingran did not meet Lin Wenjing again.

Different majors, a huge school, they didn't even have a chance encounter, and Lin Wenjing, the occasional club activity, disappeared.

But he often thinks of Lin Wenjing's appearance when he played the drum set, with a well-proportioned and powerful arm exposed by short sleeves, a large-scale percussion movement, and the beauty and neatness of turning the drum stick.

Lin Wenjing told him to look forward, but he searched for Lin Wenjing's appearance in his past memories, but their intersections were too little, fragmented, and nothing could be pieced together.

Goodbye is approaching the end of the term, when everyone started to flock to the study room in the library. When the lights in the teaching building were turned off, He Xingran came out of the study room, passed by the study room for the whole night, and saw Lin Wenjing sitting in the back row.

Lin Wenjing was sitting by the window, wearing a pair of white earphones, writing something with his head bowed from time to time.

He Xingran approached and sat down beside him, only to see that he was doing the mock test paper.

The study room was quiet, Lin Wenjing didn't care who was sitting next to him, He Xingran sat for a while before writing a note and handing it over.

"Student, can I have a contact information?"

Very tacky note.

The hands that were handed over had well-articulated bones and slender fingers.

Lin Wenjing stared at the familiar handwriting on it, lowered his head and added a string of numbers behind the note.

He Xingran held the note in his palm, a little unhappy.

It turns out that Lin Wenjing's contact information is so easy to ask for.

Lin Wenjing didn't look up at him, which made him even more unhappy.

After thinking about it, he entered the string of numbers into his mobile phone and made a call.

Lin Wenjing's cell phone was placed on the desk, and He Xingran stared at the screen of the cell phone to light up, and when he saw the caller ID, he was taken aback for a moment.

Lin asked Jing why he had his phone number?

And the remark is still starlight...

Lin Wenjing put the phone upside down on the table, turned his head to look at him, and asked in a low voice, "What's the matter?"

He didn't look surprised at all, as if he knew it was him who asked for the number.

However, He Xingran felt that he was extremely surprised, and after a long time of reaction, he came up with a reason to make an appointment: "...Do you want to eat supper?"

Lin Wenjing looked at him, then at the review materials, and nodded reservedly.

He Xingran somehow thought of the rumor that sounded like nonsense - Lin Wenjing joined the music club to chase people.

What's even more nonsense is that he thinks this person might be him.

……

The night market street of University C is at the back door of the school, behind the boys’ dormitory building, there is a street of food stalls near the river. Potato fried dumplings, tofu skewers, fried noodles and fried rice are delicious and cheap.

He Xingran and Lin Wenjing walked from the street of the night market to the end of the street, and finally they sat in front of the stall selling small glutinous rice balls, and each ordered a bowl of small glutinous rice balls with brown sugar fermented glutinous rice.

He Xingran asked him: "Why do you have my phone number?"

Lin Wenjing ate a spoonful of small glutinous rice balls, and his lips were stained with brown sugar, which looked very sweet.

"Found it in the club address book."

He Xingran asked again: "Do you know my handwriting?"

Lin Wenjing lowered his head and said nothing, acquiescing.

He Xingran also wanted to ask what the notes meant, why he held his hand that day, and whether he was deliberately avoiding him during this time... He wanted to ask a lot of questions, but he didn't know where to start.

After all, he was not familiar with Lin Wenjing.

At the end of a bowl of glutinous rice balls, He Xingran asked the third question.

"Did you know me a long time ago?"

Lin Wenjing looked at him, and gave a soft "hmm".

"It's very early." He said, "Freshman military training, military boxing phalanx, you stand in front of me."

He Xingran looks very handsome punching.

The sun was too strong, and the back of the camouflage uniform was completely wet with sweat after a whole day. Lifting up the hem of the clothes to wipe the sweat, revealing the strong abdominal muscle lines, which can make people look tough.

Later he found out that his name was He Xingran, he was admitted with the highest score in his major, entered the school basketball team, joined the music club, was excellent in character and learning, excellent in morality, intelligence, physique, art and labor, a straight man, it is said that he is difficult to deal with.

Lin Wenjing played basketball very mediocrely, so he had no hope in the school team, so he could only join the music club.When he was still hesitating about the morality and operability of breaking straight men, He Xingran was captured by Ye Heng.

Lin Wenjing cursed countless swear words in his heart, and then put away his thoughts.

He originally thought that he and He Xingran would be like this, and that secret love should be a shame, but he didn't expect that He Xingran would break up with Ye Heng, let alone that kiss.

Even He Xingran was drunk and mistook him for Ye Heng.

But the secret love that has been sealed up has glimpsed the light, so there is no way to hide it.

He really likes this guy.