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As for the mode of transportation for my trip to the imperial capital, I advocate taking the train, because I can see the scenery along the way, and maybe I can meet fellow villagers who go to school in the same city.But my mother insisted that if they did not want to deliver them, I would take the plane, because the journey time is short and the luggage can be checked, so I don’t have to carry two overweight boxes by myself and squeeze to get on and off the bus.I couldn't refute it, but my father was willing to pay for my mother, so I enjoyed the flight service luxuriously in the name of being doted on.

When I was waiting and boarding the plane, I paid attention to the passengers on the same plane. Sure enough, there were few people my age except me. The idea of ​​meeting new friends during the trip failed.

I didn't really care about making new friends. As the idiot Zhuma said, I have graduated from primary school but I didn't even know all my classmates for 6 years. It seemed unbelievable to him.He frightenedly said that without him, I would not be able to distribute my homework to my classmates, so how could I have the prestige to be a class cadre.I said that because of the existence of a fool like him, the leader didn't have to do trivial things like handing out homework by himself.

But later, I still tried to remember the name of every student in the class and even the whole grade.Because he has a lot of friends, even if they are not friends, he also has a lot of playmates, he always smiles, and looks like "I am the kindest" to strangers, so everyone wants to know him and be with him Play.In order to prevent him from being corrupted by bad seeds, I have to grasp the information of his interpersonal relationship, know whether any of his friends failed the exam, whether anyone taught him not to learn well, and whether he was taught to read color books and periodicals ...I really worry about how old I am!

Whenever I recall these things, I feel that I used to be raising children.

I haven't raised it well yet, play escape with me.

Today, when I want to meet new friends, I mainly want to expand my knowledge and train myself to handle interpersonal relationships well.This is my father's teaching, "Rely on your parents at home and friends when you go out." The social status of a man is determined to some extent by his interpersonal network.Although the original intention is a bit utilitarian, it is the idea that I want to exercise myself.Moreover, I believe that making friends with people with sincerity, not cheating or taking advantage of them, is not utilitarian.

In my interpersonal relationship, I have to say that the link of friends is the most failed.For so many years, even though I have been the president of the student union, even if I know all the faces in the grade, even if I am rated as excellent by so many teachers and elders, I still don’t have a good friend who I can confide in.Maybe it's also the reason why I didn't take the initiative to whisper, but just one person who was so close to sleep in the same bed ran away, and I can't deny my failure anyway.

On the plane, I was facing the window on my left, and sitting on the right was an elite who looked like a businessman. He looked like a talented person. He should be in his thirties. His skin was fair, and he felt a little fragile like a fool like me.I was wearing a light-colored casual suit. Although I couldn't recognize the brand, I could tell it was finely crafted.I know the brand of his watch. It is an international famous brand. I have seen it in my mother’s fashion magazine.Such rich people are also crowded in the business class, and I instantly felt guilty about my extravagant flight, and decided to find a part-time job to earn my own travel expenses after school.

After the plane stabilized, the businessman took out an Apple laptop to watch a movie, because he watched him for a long time when he recognized the brand of his watch, and I thought it was impolite to look at him like this, so I turned my eyes away when he was watching a movie. Go out the window to look at the sea of ​​clouds, trying not to look more disrespectful.I regretted that I put all the books I brought in a big box. There was nothing else to do except look at the sea of ​​clouds and think about my thoughts.

However, the elite next to me clearly didn't want to bore me.

It may be that he forgot to put headphones on. I saw that he failed to search his bag before playing the movie, so I played the sound directly, but the pressure was very low. Except for me, I can hear a little, and people farther away will definitely not be able to hear it.

As soon as the movie started, I had a vague feeling of familiarity. The voice seemed to belong to a movie I had seen before.After a while, there was the sound of two men panting passionately, and I completely recalled it... It was a movie I had watched, a gay movie I watched when I was trying to learn about homosexuality for the sake of stupid bamboo horses.

As soon as I thought about it, I suddenly heard that voice, and I couldn't help but tilt my head slightly to confirm my guess, only to see the elite next to me, slapping the booklet hard!

The sound was so loud that everyone in the aisle turned to look at him.I think his notebooks are all shredded.

Poor and innocent little Ben, I know the price, it belongs to the kind of expensive that I envy and hate now.

The elite kept covering the small book, stared at the small book blushing, and stood still... The people on the other side of the aisle looked at him, and he was still, and the people on the other side of the aisle turned their heads and stopped looking at him, he was still, I I was afraid that he would be embarrassed, so I turned my head to look at the sea of ​​clouds. I heard the sound that he was still. When I heard the sound of the stewardess pushing the cart, I turned my head in his direction. He was still still...

"It's okay, I didn't hear or see anything." I couldn't help but persuade him aloud, what kind of trouble is he blushing and still, is he still still when the flight attendant comes over, people will think I have done something to him...

Well, after I finished saying this, his ears turned red.

The stewardess came over and asked what drinks we wanted. I ordered a cup of coffee and asked the stewardess to give him a Sprite.

Of course I don't know if he likes to drink Sprite. A rich man like him probably likes to drink coffee. However, his blushing looks more like my stupid bamboo horse. I suddenly wonder if he also likes to drink coffee. Carbonated drinks.

Huh?Am I starting to think about others?

I took the Sprite handed over by the flight attendant and placed it on the groove of his small table. I waved my hand in front of his eyes to call him back to his soul, and he finally stopped being still.

"I didn't know it was such a movie!" He still looked at Xiao Ben, whispered and said quickly.If it weren't for my good hearing, this speed would definitely be heard as a hum.

"It's okay." I said just now that I didn't hear or see it, so you don't need to explain it to me.

"My friend hasn't told me what it is!" Another sentence, still in a low voice and fast.Unexpectedly, even his voice is a bit like a stupid bamboo horse, not the kind that would make people think of a person, but the voice is similar, and they all belong to the same temperament - pure and clear, lacking the dark magnetism of men, but very Gentle, will make people feel kind.

"It's all right, except that Gai Xiaoben's voice is a bit loud, it doesn't bother me, so I don't need to explain." I really don't know how to comfort him. Doesn't he know that explaining is just covering up? Doesn't this force me to believe him? Is there something?Saying that Xiaoben covered it made me feel a little distressed.

He seemed to want to say something to save the embarrassment, so I quickly put the Sprite into his hand and advised, "Drink some water."

He took a sip and then...

"Pfft..." He choked.

Alas, I pray he doesn't say anything to me, I'm not good at dealing with people like this, the stupid bamboo horse let me know this fact, this elite who looks like an elite but is more likely to be an off-line elite is further proof this fact.

"Sprite!" he exclaimed.

My prayers didn't work, probably because I'm not religious.

"Sorry, I don't know what you like to drink, so I ordered Sprite, carbonated drinks can relieve stress." I didn't apologize sincerely, and made up a reason by the way.I guess carbonated drinks can really relieve stress. Seeing the foolish bamboo horse laughing heartlessly in the photo, I must have drunk a lot of carbonated drinks if I didn’t care. If I drink too much, I will laugh like that, hum.

"It's okay, it's okay! I like to drink Sprite! It's been a long time since I've had it! Sure enough, the one with bubbles is the best drink!" He said happily—drinking a Sprite and being happy instantly?Sure enough, I don't understand the brain circuit of this creature!

Is Sprite hard to come by though?Long time no drink?

"Why haven't I had it for a long time, isn't it hard to buy Sprite?" I couldn't help but wonder.

"It's not difficult to buy! But my boyfriend won't let me drink it!" He kept his happiness of drinking Sprite, and answered me in a low voice and quickly.

then……

Ah, he blushed again and remained still.

I wanted to laugh out of nowhere, and I really laughed out loud... Sorry, although it’s impolite to laugh, I never thought that my stupid bamboo horse is not a lonely race in this world. Look, the one next to me must be They are fellow clansmen of the idiot bamboo horse, dare they be more similar!

I guess my laughter has already made him want to jump out of the plane through the crack of the safety door, and his red face was so red that it was hard to get rid of. This time, he was still holding a Sprite.I'm glad that his voice was so low that no one other than me could hear him, and I'm also glad for him that sitting next to him is me, who doesn't discriminate against homosexuality at all, and who may be bent by a bamboo horse.

"I have seen that movie. Although it was banned, it was because the genre was not accepted in China, but it was really well shot, thought-provoking, and thought-provoking. Let's watch that movie again when we go back. As for the others, there is nothing to be ashamed of. I envy you very much. I have a good lover who thinks about you. It is really not suitable to drink too much carbonated drinks." After saying this, I felt a little ashamed. People other than the bamboo horse tried to comfort him, but he was still a stranger who didn't even know his name, a stranger who parted ways as soon as he got off the plane.

The elite slowly returned to the soul, holding the cup with both hands, seemingly relaxed but still embarrassed and nervous, and said to me in a softer voice, "Thank you..."

In such a small episode, I have established a wonderful friendship with the offline elite, which makes me feel incredible.However, maybe people like the idiot bamboo horse are like this, they can become friends with a few words, unsuspecting, simple-minded, the idiot bamboo horse has always been like that, and this off-line elite may be the same.

During the flight of less than two hours, I already knew from the elite who has been very talkative since he made friends that it is rare for him to leave his lover this time for a business trip for a meeting.He was temporarily appointed to represent the company to attend a two-day meeting in the city where my family is located, and immediately bought a ticket to fly back to the imperial capital after the meeting.Originally, he wanted to play for two more days, but his lover forced him to carry him in person if he didn't go back immediately, so he obediently flew back to his lover's embrace.

Even though he complained that his lover controlled him too strictly and didn't give him freedom, but when he said this, his brows and eyes were full of happiness, he didn't realize it, his smile when he talked about it was like a glass of sweet sugar water, overflowing the glass , full of heart.

"I envy you both, you two have such a good relationship." I said from the bottom of my heart.Infected by his smile, I suddenly had a glimmer of expectation for same-sex love—who says it can't be sweet, who says it can't be happy, as long as it's happy, it doesn't matter if it's the same gender.

"That... er... are you too?" He talked about himself for a long time, and finally remembered to ask me, his curiosity and expectation were not concealed between his brows.

Looking at him, a man in his late thirties, he was able to reveal all kinds of innocent emotions like a child from the bottom of his heart.If this type of person has happiness, he will be very happy, he will magnify his happiness several times, dozens of times and hundreds of times, and he will not hide it.However, this type of person is like my stupid bamboo horse. If they are sad, they will be very sad, and they will not hide it.

Simple and extreme.

"I don't know if I am." I answered him honestly.Indeed, my sexual enlightenment role object is indeed the opposite sex, and the various women's swimsuit magazines that my mother deliberately placed in front of me have contributed.However, after experiencing the incident with the stupid bamboo horse, I feel that I cannot say that there is no ambiguity between me and him, I cannot say that I hate his liking, and I cannot say that I cannot be bent.

So the honest answer, indeed, is that I don't know.

"I don't know? How come you don't know? Don't you have someone you like?" He asked.

"People I like... No, there is no one I want to date with, but there are people I don't want him to leave." I continued to say frankly.

I had the joy of venting — venting my story, confessing my troubles, to this man who had no knowledge of my past.Because I don't know each other, maybe he has the ability to "see clearly by the bystander" and can analyze those troubles for me.Even though he seemed disconnected and unreliable like my dumbass horse, I needed a vent, someone, to share my secrets with.

In a few words, I briefly told the story of me and my stupid bamboo horse, and told him that the movie was for the stupid bamboo horse.

"I think you might like him a little bit. If you don't want him to leave, you just want to be with him. You also like the desire to be with him... As for falling in love, who can say what it feels like to fall in love? You haven't talked about it before." How do you know, maybe being together is also a kind of dating... You see, if you get married, you need two people to be together all the time, being together is companionship, so you just like it... Anyway, I like my boyfriend and I want to I've been with him all the time, so being with him means liking..." He beamed, chattered, and chattered and analyzed a bunch of things for me...

I want to be with the stupid bamboo horse all the time?Not leaving and staying together are two concepts. Not leaving doesn't necessarily mean staying together, and what I care about is the evasion of a fool. More importantly, I don't know the meaning of "like".

If I say "like" to him just because he "doesn't leave", what if there is someone I want to "accompany"?I've been dazzled by myself.

Although I think his nagging has no real effect, I am very grateful to him for answering and listening to me.

Getting to know this off-line elite during a short journey is a wonderful fate.

Stupid bamboo horse, you see, even fate guides me to meet someone related to you and reminds me not to forget you.