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"You run, idiot."

This was the first sentence I said to him, a sentence that was not originally part of my draft dialogue, but it slipped to my lips naturally, and I said it with a smile.

I guess my performance really couldn't be more handsome, because I got an unexpected surprise effect...

After breaking the silence, the first reaction of this dull, stupid bamboo horse was to pounce on me and hug me... He was still in pajamas, he had messy hair, he hadn't brushed his teeth, he was half a head shorter than me , jumped on me, put his arms around my neck, and hugged me like this.

hold me...cry.

You really think you are made of water... This is in the hallway... It's not a romantic TV series... Don't be like this... Don't cry too loudly... Stop it... Hey, dear friend passing by!Don't take pictures with your phone!What's so good about this? Are you a gossip girl?stop now...

I'm a little embarrassed, stupid, what a stupid reaction... His little head is buried in my chest, I can feel the vibration of his crying, I guess, after a few minutes, he will be embarrassed to put his head again Lifted up, ashamed.Well, in order to reduce his embarrassment, I'll let him bury it for a while longer.

I was still carrying the cake in one hand. Fortunately, there was only one schoolbag in my luggage, and I carried it behind my back. I also had the other hand to pat his back to soothe his agitated emotions, and take him with him in an awkward one-piece pose. Enter the door, close the door and talk, avoid crowds.

Looking at the gossip of the man who took out his mobile phone to take pictures of the man and the man hugging, I guess I will become famous in their dormitory building, the stupid bamboo horse... I guess I will become more famous.

"Is that enough?" I was still being hugged by him, and I could only close the door with one hand, and it was inconvenient to take two steps to put down the cake in my hand, so I could only helplessly urge him to get up.

"..." He seemed to want to speak out, but after trying hard, he could only whimper, so he gave up talking, quickly withdrew from my arms, turned his back and rubbed his eyes vigorously.

I also didn't know how to answer the conversation, so I took the opportunity to look at his dormitory. It was... an unusual mess... It was also a six-person room, but it seemed much more crowded than our dormitory because it was too messy. The bed was full and the bed was not neat.He and I are the only ones in the dormitory now. Before I came here, he was probably the only one sleeping, but only one of the six beds had a quilt on it, and it was easy to pile up at first sight... I am used to being cleanliness and tidying up. The well-organized dormitory that Er has packed up, here, even if there is a psychological foundation laid by the idiot bamboo horse's bedroom record, I was a little shocked by their chaos. Sure enough, people are very different from each other.

I instantly gave up the idea of ​​living in his dormitory, and decided to take him to the hotel to stay with me for two days.

"Brush your teeth, wash your face, and put on your clothes, let's go." I gave the order concisely, not unfamiliar with the business at all.

"Ah?" He asked dully, obviously not in the mood yet, he was probably wondering how to speak to me just now, but he didn't expect to receive my order directly.

"This is your bed, right? Do you dare to make it more like a pig's nest? The pig dormitory in a modern-managed farm is not so messy. It's itchy and you're looking for a beating. Change your clothes!" Sure enough, I didn't There is no need to write any dialogue drafts for the idiot bamboo horse, everything is naturally straight when the boat arrives at the bridge, and the sense of control is easy to grasp.

He recognized his bed and his clothes at a glance, pulled out the clothes that were bundled with the quilt and threw them on his head, urging him to fix himself.

"Ah... oh... uh! Why are you here!" Three consecutive onomatopoeic words uttered unconsciously, indicating that his thinking was confused, his nerves were stretched, and his logic was not in a state... Well, he finally remembered to ask me .

"It's my birthday, didn't you see the cake, I flew here in the morning, and I will fly back tomorrow afternoon. Hurry up and don't dawdle!" I tried to talk to him gently and with a smile, but the gentleness and smile were defeated by the strictness of tradition , I yelled at him unconsciously... I wondered, did the idiot bamboo horse have a tendency to be abused? After being abused by me for so many years, he still fell in love with me?How thick are the nerves.

"Oh... oh..." He lowered his head and moved to the front of his bed to change his clothes slowly.Although his back was facing me, I could see the tips of his ears hidden in the ends of his hair were red.

You won't cry again, will you?I'm worried... he is really better than girls made of water... no, he is more like a girl than the creature called "female man" now... But, thinking of him makes me cry Oh, I actually have a weird kind of happiness?It's so strange... The elite senior, please save me, isn't this the prelude to a pervert!

Seeing his slow movements and the messy bed, I couldn't bear it any longer. I moved the messy things on their table to make room for the cake, and then started to tidy up his bed.No, the first thing is to start packing his clothes!

His awkward way of pulling on his pajamas pants was really annoying, I pushed him down on the bed, took off his pajamas pants and helped him change his clothes!

"Ah! What are you doing!" he screamed.

"Would you take your time, take off your pajama pants, do you think you should take off your space suit? Put it on quickly! I haven't seen it before. What's there to cover up... Tsk tsk, you've grown flesh! Look at your belly!" It's easy to see this idiot, and the mouth addiction must be enough!

In fact, the stupid bamboo horse didn't grow much meat, it was still the same as before. It loved to eat but didn't gain weight, and it didn't know where so much food was digested.His stomach is not very good. Although he eats a lot, if he eats a little greasy food, he is prone to stomach upset. The cakes made of low-quality butter used to make him suffer from stomach upset every year.This year, I deliberately checked the reviews of many shops, and found a shop that makes cakes with high-quality real cream to buy cakes for him. If he still has stomach problems...then let him not eat cream in the future.Will he protest?Ineffective, suppressed.

I stuffed him, who had finally changed into the bathroom, to wash up. I helped him tidy up the messy bed. Fortunately, he was on the lower bunk, saving me the trouble of climbing up and down.Arranging his bedding, his clothes, and his sundries, the tip of his nose smells both familiar and strange, his breath.I suddenly had the feeling of going back to the past, just like I used to occasionally enter his bedroom, but I couldn't see his messy pigsty, and while urging him to clean it up, I cleaned it up myself.

Some feelings, nostalgia is also nostalgia, this kind of intimate contact, in fact, I am very nostalgic.

It seems that it took me a long time, because of his alienation, to discover the nostalgia that I had neglected in the past.

Does "nostalgia" mean "like"?Not sure.But this desire says, "want".

"What you want and what you don't want to lose, you need to chase, there is no other excuse."

The teachings of the elite senior were automatically replayed in my mind, telling me again that if you don’t chase, you will lose.

Then, go for it.

I simply tidied up the bed of the stupid bamboo horse, took out a pair of his underwear from his clothes box and stuffed them into the underwear pocket of my schoolbag, and put his keys, wallet and mobile phone on the bedside bookshelf, and put his coat Throw it on him who just came out of the bathroom, lift the cake and drag him away.

"Wow wait...what are you doing..." He tried to break free from me in panic.

"Let's talk about it when we get there, put on your clothes, it's quite windy." I didn't want to tell him my arrangement clearly, because it was fun and cute to see him confused and panicked.Senior, I am indeed a little abnormal...

The location of this seaside city is a bit norther than the authentic southern seaside. Although the temperature in winter is not as low as that in the north, the sea breeze is very cool. A creature with a weak physique like a stupid bamboo horse probably catches a cold after two cool breezes. .

We met the roommate of the stupid bamboo horse downstairs in the dormitory. I recognized this guy at a glance. In the Weibo photo, the guy hugging and talking and laughing with the stupid bamboo horse has a wretched look, hum.

The idiot bamboo horse stammered and explained to him that he would not be in the dormitory today, and he didn't have to wait for him for lunch and dinner. That guy actually looked at me suspiciously, as if I was the bad guy who wanted to abduct the idiot bamboo horse!Hmph, you were still breastfeeding when I met him!

"You won't go back to the dormitory for two days and one night from today to tomorrow afternoon, and you will go to celebrate our two birthdays with me, explain clearly, idiot." I added coldly, and gave the wretched man a sneaky look.

"Your birthday? Today?" The wretched man was surprised.

"Ah... I forgot to tell you... When I come back, I invite everyone to dinner... You go back quickly, the notes are on my bookshelf and you ask the boss to find them yourself." The idiot bamboo horse explained to him.He didn't tell him that his roommate had his birthday today, did he forget that we celebrated our birthday together, or what?snort.

I dragged him away.

"Who's the boss?" I asked him.

"The one in our dormitory is the biggest. He asked for leave and missed class two days ago. He said he would borrow my notes today." He was led by me, explaining in a small voice, walking with his head bowed, as if the scenery on the roadside was so unsightly. , his eyes didn't dare to deviate except staring at the ground.

"Didn't tell them it's their birthday? Are you planning to celebrate today?" I asked directly.

My real birthday was actually before this, but I didn't tell my roommates that day. It was the same as an ordinary day, and I spent it normally.I have always regarded the day we shared our birthday as my birthday anniversary, and I think I will be very angry if the alienation of the stupid bamboo horse is so strong that it forgets today.In fact, I'm already annoyed by the "he forgot" guess.

"No...no...I didn't want to tell them someday...I didn't think it was necessary to celebrate my birthday, so I didn't say..." He explained in a more timid voice, with a hint of anxiety, as if he was afraid that I would misunderstand that he would forget Average day.Anyway, that's what I heard.

"It's fine if you don't forget it, if you forget it, wait for the beating." I unconsciously changed my mood, looked at his lowered head and smiled and teased him, or rather, teased him.

This kind of reaction is very good, even if he doesn't look at me, dare not look directly into my eyes, as if he wants to run away, but that feeling is different from alienation.There is a kind of escaping, which is called welcoming or refusing, which is different from the estranged escaping, and it has the guiding effect of half-push and half-acceptance.It means that as soon as I push, he actually obeys.

Take him to a taxi to the hotel where he reserved a room. It was past twelve o'clock, and the originally reserved room was cancelled. Fortunately, it is not the tourist season and there are not many guests, so it is not troublesome to book another room.

"Well... I live here at night too?" He asked weakly.

"Where do you want to live here? You can go to KTV all night, as long as you don't fall asleep." This guy is a KTV sleeper. When middle school students first became popular singing K, he was crazy and went with others a few times , but slowly I don't like it anymore, saying it's boring, when others sing, he wants to sleep like listening to a lullaby.

"I... I can go back to the dormitory... This is just a bed..." He blushed, was he thinking crooked, or was he trying to do something crooked?

This express hotel is a new type of accommodation hotel introduced from abroad. It is very popular among young people because of its comfort, cheapness and convenience. In fact, it cannot be called a hotel. It is very different from the traditional hotel in that the rooms are smaller And the arrangement is compact, but the modern decoration makes the interior well-equipped.The room types include a standard room with two single beds and a double room with a large double bed. The standard rooms have been booked, and only the double room is left.It seems that the stupid bamboo horse has thoughts about the big bed.

"Your wallet, key and mobile phone are all with me. You are going back to live tonight, so I will take them away tomorrow. It just so happens that I spent a lot of money on this trip, so your wallet and mobile phone will be used as a subsidy." I tried to threaten him with a smile on my face, but I guess the smile was a bit hideous, so he flinched.Well, it seems that I can't force myself to put on an unfamiliar expression.

When I left their school gate, I let him carry the cake. I held his hand all the way except taking out my wallet to pay. I didn’t let go of his hand until I entered the room. My hands are red from my grip, but they are warm.

Putting down the schoolbag and cake, I think he thought about this journey, and we can calmly face each other, so we went straight to the point.

"Surprised to see me?" I pushed him to sit on the edge of the bed, moved a chair to sit opposite him, and forced him to meet my gaze.

"Hmm..." He still lowered his head and blushed, but he calmed down a lot.

"Is it fun to run away?" I unconsciously used a cold tone again, although I wanted to avoid such a tone in my heart, for fear of scaring him away.

"Didn't run away..." His eyes were red again... Please... I didn't mean to scare you, please don't cry!

"My refusal made you so resolute that we don't have to talk anymore? You also consider my feelings. It's very inexplicable. I was confessed suddenly, and you ran away suddenly. I was still in a daze and you disappeared... And when you applied for volunteering, didn't you plan to apply for the imperial capital, but you came here again... You escaped far enough, and you didn't even tell me your new mobile phone number... If I don't come to take the initiative to find you, you will avoid me for the rest of your life ?"

I simply said all of this, and kept asking him so softly, never asking anything, and scaring him to tears... For him, maybe I need a tough straight ball, or a fancy throw that can turn. suits him.

Ah, but the straight ball also brought tears to his eyes... Forget it, he's used to crying anyway, and I'm used to it too...

"I... I'm afraid that you hate me... It's better not to see how you hate me..." He finally said out with a sob.

He sobbed slowly, his eyes full of sadness, like the night when he confessed, like the tears that had accumulated in his eyes that night, finally flowed down.

This picture is really well connected.We seem to have not spent the past half a year, as if we were still on the night of confession, as if we were not alienated, as if he was waiting for my answer.

hate him?His confession will make me hate him?

Maybe his different sexuality has made him more sensitive since high school, afraid of being discovered, afraid of being discriminated against, and afraid of being alone... But he was never alone, and I never hated him.If I hate it, I will alienate him when I find out his sexuality, and break up the relationship quietly. If I hate it, I will refuse the weekend tutoring that takes up my time again and again, and I will not give him the opportunity to visit. I hate it, why would I always take care of him and care about him... If I hate it, why would I care about him for so long, why would I come to him, why would I insist on celebrating No.18's birthday together as before.

How can you hate it, idiot.

I suddenly wanted to ask myself why I rejected his confession in the first place.But looking back carefully, I found that my original self would definitely refuse.

Because I didn't realize that I cared so much at that time, I didn't understand these concerns at that time, and I didn't "like" at that time.Fortunately, just like my original determination, it is not too late for me to learn.Not wanting to lose, and being full of the desire to "companion", can also be said to be "like".

"I want to confess to you now." I said to him calmly, just like the tone of refusing his confession at the beginning, so calm.

"Ah?" He was surprised in a daze, made a sound in a daze, and looked at me in a daze.

I leaned forward, pushed him down on the bed, pressed him... I whispered in his ear:

"I like you."