As soon as I got home, I saw Zha Gong pretending to be a white lotus

, The letter he put in the drawer actually disappeared.

Sheng Yi lay down on the ground and looked under the bed, then rummaged through the drawers for a long time, but couldn't find a single shadow.

He sat down slumped, and suddenly felt that his fame was about to be ruined. He covered his face and calmed down for a while, thinking, die as soon as you die, or just write a letter to Cen Guang according to Tong Qingqing's original words and finish the matter.

He got up and locked the door and went back to his seat to write silently. Fortunately, his memory is not bad, so when he wrote it down like this, he was able to write very well.

There was another knock on the door, and he stuffed the letter with a guilty conscience, and shouted outside the door: "Who?"

Song Qinyi's voice was clear and light: "It's me."

Sheng Yi breathed a sigh of relief, got up and went to open the door, "Sit whatever you want."

He sat back in his seat, pulled out the love letter that was about to finish silently, and continued writing.

Seeing that the work was about to be finished, the delicate white knuckles of the hand protruding from his neck rested on the thin paper, and then the paper was pulled away, and the pen tip that hadn't paused was pulled out on the paper. A bright mark almost pierced the back of the paper.

He looked back puzzled.

In his impression, Song Qinyi seldom takes things from others without asking.

Song Qinyi held the letter paper with deep eyes, and repeated the sentence on the paper in a calm voice: "Student Cen Guang, my feelings for you are like whales swimming to the sea and wild deer to the mountains. I really, really like you... "

When he read this, his words froze, as if he couldn't read it, and repeated it again: "Really, really, I really like it..."

Shengyi smiled awkwardly, raised his hand to take it back, and explained: "This is actually..."

Song Qinyi avoided his hand, and calmly tore the letter in half in front of him.

Under the kind and astonished gaze, he tore the letter paper into pieces and threw it into the trash can.

Seeing the flash of disgust in Song Qinyi's eyes, Shengyi suddenly understood why the guy who had never blushed with him all the year round acted so abnormally when he saw him writing a love letter to Cen Guang.

Writing love letters at their age is quite normal. Even if Song Qinyi's brain circuit is different from normal people, he wouldn't feel disgusted when he saw such a thing.

He thought about it, Song Qinyi probably didn't hate him for writing love letters to others, but that the person he wrote love letters to was male.

Homosexuality disgusted him.

Song Qinyi tore up the letter but did not leave. He was still standing there, waiting for his questioning.

Shengyi made no sound, opened and closed her eyes, shed tears without her noticing.

He first felt a sore throat, his cheeks were already wet, and his heart was indescribably oppressed, and his vision suddenly blurred.

Beibei stood by the door, looking back and forth between Song Qinyi and him in fear, wondering if he should call his parents over.

Song Qinyi looked at him at a loss, raised his hand to wipe his face clean, but kindly put it aside.

Yan Shengyi sat back and lay down on the table, weeping silently with his head muffled.

Yan's father's voice came from the door.

Yan's father picked up Beibei and comforted him, "Good girl, why are you crying?"

He walked into the room and saw the kindness lying on the table who seemed to be sulking, and immediately slapped his forehead, "It's over, I forgot."

Yan's father went back and forth again, this time he brought back a letter, handed it to the kindly desk, and muttered, "Oh, son, it's lucky that your mother got a treasure and showed it to me, we thought you were promising I didn't realize that this letter is not yours, next time Dad will severely criticize your mother, and she will not be allowed to rummage through your things again."

After he finished speaking, he picked up Beibei again and went out, "Let's stop crying and watch cartoons, shall we?"

Song Qinyi took the letter, and along the edge of the torn envelope, pulled out the letter paper and unfolded it, and the beautiful handwriting came into view.

"Student Cen Guang, my feelings for you..." The signature is Tong Qingqing.

He put the letter back in its place and walked out in silence.

Soon after, Shengyi heard the sound of the door opening and closing.

He felt like his heart was being torn apart.

After what seemed like a long time, but also like only half an hour, his arm was touched by the cold corner of the box.

She wiped her face with good intentions and raised her head, her eyes were red like a rabbit.

Song Qinyi pushed a pastry box with both hands, looked at him sincerely, and whispered, "Ah Yan, I'm sorry."

The jade-white fingertips unwrapped the ribbon on the pastry box, and the aroma of tiramisu came out.

Song Qinyi looked at him cautiously, "Ayan, don't be angry after eating tiramisu."

Chengyi immediately wanted to refute, why are you angry, what is this situation.

When he was about to blurt it out, he couldn't help asking himself what kind of situation this was.

Song Qinyi knew what happened and should not act impulsively when apologizing.He really didn't have to apologize for the others.

It took a long time before he said kindly: "I don't mind."

Song Qinyi, who was standing by the desk, felt Shengyi's momentary depression.

But neither of them could explain the reason for the momentary depression.

In the past, when the two of them had conflicts, if one person passed the steps, the other would often follow the trend, so as not to escalate the quarrel.

But unlike the previous handshake and reconciliation, this time the knot was not resolved.

When self-study was about to end on Tuesday night, the lamps in the class went on strike, and the head teacher asked an electrician to come over to fix it, and by the way, he notified the evening self-study in advance.

Carrying her schoolbag in good faith, she walked out with the flow of people.

This point is stuck in the middle of the evening self-study in the first and second grades of senior high school. Except for the people in their class, I can hardly see anyone else.

He stood at the gate of the school bored and smelled the aroma of roasted sweet potatoes. He remembered that Song Qinyi liked to eat them, so he bought two from the sweet potato granny, held them in his hands to warm them, and looked around.

Taking out his mobile phone to send Song Qinyi a text message to ask Song Qinyi to come out, Sheng Yi suddenly turned his head. Suddenly, behind the sweet-scented osmanthus tree outside the school, he saw the earphones. English vocabulary is still Song Qinyi who memorizes the text.

35. Chapter 35

He remembered that Song Qinyi usually waited in the class until he was out of school, and then came over slowly.

The bell for the end of self-study in the second year of high school rang, and crowds poured out of the school gate.

The footsteps were noisy, Song Qinyi was standing behind the tree, but under the bustling crowd, his figure became even more blurred.

Chengyi's hand paused, and took out her mobile phone to send a text message to Song Qinyi: "Are you still in the classroom?"

Song Qinyi, who could vaguely see the outline in the distance, took out his mobile phone.

The phone vibrated.

"Yes." He asked, "What's the matter?"

Kindly: "It's nothing, come out."

He stood in front of the sweet potato stand for 2 minutes when he heard familiar footsteps approaching.Turning around with good intentions, Song Qinyi was walking towards him as usual.

It usually takes at least 10 minutes to walk from the teaching building to the gate, but almost every time, even if it is an emergency, he arrives at the school gate ten minutes late, it is he who sent a text message, and Song Qinyi appeared in front of him.

This incident, which would be considered strange by coincidence after a little thought, has never been noticed by him.

Sheng Yi saw the reddish tip of this guy's nose from the cold, and remembered the scarf Ms. Liang stuffed in his schoolbag, so he opened the bag and turned the scarf out.

Song Qinyi, who was wrapped in a gray scarf, had a pale face, like the big snowman Beibei made on New Year's Eve.

He sighed kindly: "Gray complements you, and makes you white."

Qin Yi smiled, "Does it look good?"

Good intentions: "It looks good."

On Sunday morning, Shengyi woke up early in the morning to pack her clothes in the room.

Ms. Liang helped him find a bunch of daily necessities. The things were spread all over the floor, and there was almost no place to put his foot down. However, Ms. Liang, who had been adding weight to his luggage, was still nagging him for dawdling.

Sheng Yi was so irritable that he couldn't do it. He learned from the pain and felt that if he didn't invite Ms. Liang out, it would be impossible to get the package done even if he sent it until tomorrow.

So he sent Ms. Liang out of the house with great gratitude.

Looking back at the mess in the room, I kindly decided to start with the big ones first, and then tidy up the bits and pieces.

While he was packing the quilt, Song Qinyi walked in.

There was an electric toothbrush thrown at the door, Qin Yi leaned over to pick it up, and then looked suspiciously at Yan Yan who had already tidied things up: "Do you want to clean up?"

Shengyi's hand that was struggling with the quilt paused, and was a little dumb for a while.

Song Qinyi walked in, carefully avoiding a series of fragile items, went to Shengyi's side, took his hand that was stuffing the quilt, and tied a knot for him.

She was very surprised to see how he handled it with ease.It turned out that this guy had hidden a lot of skills, which he hadn't discovered before.

Until lunch time, Ms. Liang asked if she wanted to drive him to the dormitory in the afternoon.

Sheng Yi said "Ah" before he could react, and then buried himself in his meal, "No, I'll go by myself."

There was a brief silence at the dinner table.

Song Qin asked abruptly, "Ayan, are you going to live in a dormitory?"

Shengyi didn't look up, and let out a "hmm".

After lunch, Sheng Yi went back to her room to pack her things.

Song Qinyi, who used to sit in his room for a while after eating, did not come today.

He heard the door open and close, and he didn't hear Song Qinyi's voice after that.

The things had already been tidied up, but the good intention suddenly let go, and sat back at the desk a little tired.

He could feel that Song Qinyi was really angry this time, but he didn't want to explain anything.

Because he knew very well that if Song Qinyi discovered what he was restraining and avoiding one day, it would only make him angrier.

Living on campus is uneventful, and Shengyi and Cen Guang share the same dormitory. Although the schedule for the second semester of high school is getting tighter and tighter, after the dormitory, there is a little more breathing space than before.

It's just that since he moved to the dormitory, even if he and Song Qinyi ran into each other by chance at school, they never made an appointment.