catch starlight

Back in the dormitory, Lin Wenjing took a shower, and then began to pack his luggage.

Already sober from the wine, those nonsense uttered through drunkenness seemed a bit ridiculous.

Even though he is good in every way, there is one thing about him, he is indeed not as good as Ye Heng.

He Xingran loved Ye Heng.

Maybe love now too.

He is also inferior to Ye Heng, who can abandon his self-esteem and self-love to stalk and pester him endlessly.

Not willing to be a substitute for others.

Forget it.

I stopped smoking.

He Xingran, he doesn't chase anymore.

It's fucking tiring.

……

Since that day, Lin Wenjing has not contacted He Xingran.

He didn't know if He Xingran had approached him, because he kept changing his phone number, blocked He Xingran's WeChat account, and even deleted the posts on the school forum.

There is no room left.

……

New Year's Eve is a rare sunny day. After the reunion dinner in the evening, the rest of the time is free to arrange.

Fireworks and firecrackers are prohibited in the urban area, and the taste of the New Year is getting weaker and weaker, which is not interesting.

Lin Wenjing was too lazy to go out, and couldn't play with the children of his relatives at home. After watching the Spring Festival Gala, he felt bored, so he planned to take a shower early and go to bed.

The mobile phone in the room rang a few times. He stepped on the plush slippers and went back to the room to check. It was an unfamiliar number.

But it's not particularly strange.

He had already memorized that string of numbers, it was He Xingran's number.

He froze for a moment, the soreness in his chest could hardly be suppressed, and he reached out to pick it up, but the sound stopped.

He stared blankly at the phone, blinking slowly.

The two little people, one black and one white, had a fight, and they couldn't leave each other.

One said that you should call back, He Xingran may, perhaps, treat you a little differently.

The one said that you should stop being passionate, the person He Xingran likes is not like you at all, he is cold and arrogant, who would like it.

A strong supporter with insufficient confidence, just in case.

A rebuttal, fuck it in case, the probability of one in ten thousand is about zero.

Before the two villains could decide the outcome, the phone rang again.

This time it's not a phone call, it's a text message.

six words.

"I'm downstairs at your house."

Lin Wenjing reacted for a moment, didn't even have time to put on his coat, and said "I have something to go out", without taking the key, grabbed the phone and went out.

His house was on the ninth floor, and there was an elevator, but he couldn't wait, so he ran directly down the stairs, sweating all over, and the cold wind poured into his collar when he went out the door, it was cold and hot, and so was his heart.

Hot and cold.

Because of He Xingran, all because of He Xingran.

On the day of family reunion, He Xingran was downstairs at his house.

crazy.

He is crazy, and He Xingran is also crazy.

He ran over, with all his love and hatred, out of breath, and plunged into He Xingran's arms like a firecracker, completely forgetting the determination he made when he blackmailed the other party.

He Xingran hugged him, wrapped him in a large coat, and asked in a low voice, "Why don't you wear a coat?"

Lin Wenjing asked in a muffled voice, "Why are you here?"

He Xingran smiled lightly: "I'm here to ask you for something."

Lin Wenjing was stunned, unable to react: "Huh?"

When did he take He Xingran's things...

"This thing is expensive."

He Xingran was half a head taller than him, and when he bowed his head to speak, all the heat fell on his ears.

"If you don't want it, give it back to me."

Lin Wenjing's ear was reddened, and her face was also red, hot and ashamed.

"What... what?"

He Xing touched his chest, on the left side, a heart was pounding like a deer.

"Someone said they wanted to chase me and date me, but the words were released, but the person ran away, taking away a part of my heart."

The little deer bumped harder, like beating gongs and drums, jumping around jubilantly.

"Who, who."

He Xingran laughed again: "Don't admit it?"

Lin Wenjing buried his shoulders, hiding most of his face, and his shoulders trembled lightly.

He was laughing, his voice was very soft, but it seemed to be crying.

He has always been calm and self-sufficient, and it is rare for him to be so happy. All the ups and downs, joys, angers and sorrows are all because of He Xingran.

"I admit it." He repeated in a low voice, "I admit it."

"But I won't return it." Lin Wenjing said, "I'll give you mine."