can i borrow your white paint

After that day, the atmosphere between the two seemed to cool down all of a sudden.

They coincidentally felt awkward with themselves.

The relationship that was originally indistinguishable from each other became subtle and complicated as if it was touched by something.

Cheng Yi had a ghost in his heart, and he knew it in his heart, so although he was a little uncomfortable with these changes, he still didn't say anything much and didn't ask any more questions.

To put it another way, he didn't dare to ask more questions.

Too many words and too many mistakes, sometimes if you say a few more words, it is easy to expose some things that cannot be said.

For the current lukewarm distance between the two of them, he is actually relieved, because it can at least give him a space to think alone.

Think about what kind of attitude the other party should adopt in the future, and think about how to deal with this little thought in the future.

Therefore, he naturally ignored the question "Why Fang Hengzhi also became strange".

The changes between the two of them felt silent and silent, and they also thought they were hiding it, but in fact it was so obvious that many people could see it.

The students in Class Nine were wondering if the two gods were having a fight, not because of anything else, but because the presence of these two people in the class was at the max level, but recently there seems to be a faint tendency to "retire". He became silent and pretended to be a little transparent.

Even Ji Xiangbai walked back and forth between the class and the office frequently, he didn't want to ask too many questions, and he was afraid that something might happen.

But in such an obviously weird atmosphere, the two parties who had their own minds could act as if they were blind and couldn't see anything.

Both eyes are darkened, each immersed in their own small world, turning a blind eye to everything, like an insulator.

Until Du Mao, who was in the next building, couldn't hold back the crazy curiosity in his heart.

On the night when the results of the mid-term exam were released, Cheng Yi was invited out for supper.

"Brother Yi, you are really a god! There is already a place reserved for you on the Honor Roll after one year from No. , couldn't help but be amazed.

Cheng Yi was obviously in a good mood, and it was rare for him to be humble for a while: "There is still work to be done."

Du Mao laughed, and said, "Where are you leaving Versailles here with me?"

Cheng Yi smiled, raised the beer in his hand, and touched the can in front of him: "Didn't you do well in the exam this time?"

It was the first time for Du Mao to enter the top 120 in his grade. Although his grades were not outstanding and he did not reach the undergraduate line of the college entrance examination, it was already a big improvement compared to before.

"Oh, it's not bad just looking at it, but isn't it too inconspicuous compared to you?" Du Mao sighed, "This is No. 20 in the grade!"

The No. 20 second place in the grade has already been listed as an excellent training object for the key class by the grade group.

The overall performance of the No. [-] Middle School is very poor. The students' cultural performance in this school is not ranked in the top [-]. There is a high probability that there is no hope for a purely cultural undergraduate course.

Therefore, most of the students in this school will choose the road of art examination. Although this road is not easy, at least it does not have high cultural requirements, and there is a little hope for the future, so it will not be dark.

As for the rest of the cultural students, they either had good grades, or their family conditions were not very good and they couldn't take the art test. The polarization was serious, and the school managed to piece together a key class.

But the most important one among the top students went to study art, and among the top 49, thirteen of them were art students.

In fact, this cannot be blamed on the students. The school's overall grades are really not very good. Even if it is in the top [-], the probability of being able to enter the undergraduate course is not very high. Many of the top [-] choose the art test. The low-probability event of "undergraduate" has become a high probability.

Cheng Yi took a sip of beer and sighed contentedly: "It's cool. It's also a coincidence for me. I'm not sure if I can get such a high score next time."

He's not being modest, it's really a matter of luck, this time he got the second grade in physics for the first time, and got 81 points in the test.

Naturally, his tablemate ranked first in the grade with a score of 97.

Thinking of Fang Hengzhi, he was in a daze.

It has been more than a week since the two returned to their respective homes from the bathing center that day.

He and Fang Hengzhi haven't played together for almost a week.

The days of less than ten days can be said to be long or short, but to be honest, Cheng Yi feels like something is missing every day.

Obviously that person was sitting next to him, and they spent more than twelve hours together; obviously they still ate and discussed studies together the same way, no different from before; obviously...

Obviously nothing had changed, but it made him feel empty in his heart.

"Is this the luck to have the buff bonus of the god of learning?" Du Mao was already talking to himself enviously when he was in a daze, "If I have such a deskmate who has such a good relationship with me, I can dream of it." Wake up laughing!"

Cheng Yi came back to his senses, and also bent his eyes: "Then you'd better dream realistically."

"Fuck! Brother, did I tell you that your ability to throw cold water is really amazing!" Du Mao accused him angrily, but after he took a sip of wine, he changed his expression again, and put his face in a thief-like manner. The seat moved a little distance away, gossiping, "Hey brother, have you and Xueshen had a conflict recently?"

Cheng Yi gave a hand to the skewers and didn't reply for a long time.

When the mutton skewers in his hand kept smoking, he turned the skewers over, the side was already a bit mushy.

He took off the string of mutton casually: "Why do you ask that?"

"Where is the reason? I feel that way, so I asked." Du Mao didn't notice his strangeness.

Cheng Yi gave a "tsk" and changed the phrase: "Then why do you feel that way? We're not doing well?"

Du Mao looked at him sadly with a look of "do you think I'm an idiot?" "Damn, the whole world can see it, and you still ask me how I can see it?"

Cheng Yi was taken aback for a moment, obviously he didn't expect that the scope of "seeing it" had spread so far.

Du Mao sighed: "The two of you were almost conjoined twins before, and the three words 'Fang Hengzhi' were inseparable in your chats with me. The probability of these three words appearing recently is pitifully low. Now, you still ask me how I saw it?"

Cheng Yi couldn't help laughing: "He's not mine, so to mention a few words is a conflict?"

Du Mao snorted twice: "You don't understand this feeling... Oh, just say so!"

Cheng Yi withdrew his smile, showing a little helplessness on his face: "Not really."

Du Mao: "... why don't you let me play charades?"

Cheng Yi picked up two new skewers of mutton and put them on the grill, this time with a lot of care.

"Actually, the main responsibility for this matter lies with me."

Du Mao was confused for a moment: "Huh?"

Cheng Yi stared at the mutton skewers intently, but his palms were already sweating.

"I found out some time ago that I don't really want to be friends with Fang Hengzhi."

Du Mao was dumbfounded, obviously he didn't expect such an answer.

In his opinion, Fang Hengzhi is really good to Cheng Yi.

He does his best to help with his homework, and he also helps with chores at home in his spare time.

He saw clearly the cars that brought Cheng Moutong to his house several times, and he knew in his heart that Fang really cared about his friend, Brother Yi.

Du Mao thought that if he had the conditions of the other party, he might not be able to care so much about his brother.

It's not that he doesn't care about Cheng Yi, it's that sometimes he really can't remember.

The high school students seem to live in two worlds in every other class. Du Mao usually has his own troubles and his own life. He admits that he can't often pay attention to Cheng Yi in such matters and help him calmly.

Sometimes he even felt that what Fang Hengzhi did to his brother Yi almost exceeded the limit of "friend".

But now, when Du Mao acquiesced in the fact that the status of "Cheng Yi's best friend" was gradually being taken away, Cheng Yi suddenly told him that he didn't want to be friends with Fang Hengzhi anymore.

Du Mao didn't know why, and even felt a little pitiful for Fang Hengzhi. He felt that his brother Yi's behavior was really a bit scumbag.

But he is eccentric, the kind of eccentricity from the South Pole to the North Pole. Even if his friends are scumbags, he can't directly accuse them.

So he muttered in his heart for a while, stammered and whispered: "Then, if you don't want to get along, just, forget it..."

"I found that I'm actually a bit greedy for his body." Cheng Yi sighed dejectedly, interrupting his stuttering, "It seems that my sexual orientation is not very popular."

Du Mao: "..."

He still maintained the mouth shape of the word "呵". After hearing Cheng Yi's words, he didn't deform or make a sound for a long time.

After Cheng Yi finished speaking, he didn't turn his head to look at this buddy.

To be honest, he was also nervous when he confessed his small thoughts in front of others for the first time.

Although he usually says he hates it, Du Mao does hold a lot of weight in his heart.

He is very concerned about whether this long-time friend who has been with him for many years can accept his difference.

Accepting it or not won't change his situation.

Fortunately, after a brief silence, Du Mao only uttered an unbelievable scream, and did not make any discriminatory remarks.

"Fuck!!!! You fucking... no, you, how could you..." Du Mao felt that his san value was about to be messed up, and he became incoherent, "How can this happen??!! "

The bullet screens floating in his mind are all: I fucking gave up my position, but in the end you told me that we are not a competing project at all? ? ?

Cheng Yi was amused by his appearance, and his nervous mood completely relaxed. He lazily leaned back in his chair, removed the empty wine can in front of him, and replaced it with a freshly opened can of Coke: "Don't Excited, come, have some drinks, take your time."

Barrage Du Mao looked at him with complicated eyes.

Obviously you are the person involved, why does this scene seem like I have something to do with it now?

He picked up the Coke in a daze, drank half of the can, and then regained his sanity.

He pinched the body of the soda can tightly with his fingers, and his expression straightened: "Are you serious?"

Cheng Yi smiled bitterly: "I think it's fake too."

When he first discovered this matter, he was actually very calm.

I didn't even accept it without much surprise or rejection.

But as the time spent with Fang Hengzhi increased, their relationship became better and better, and this calmness became flustered.

Like a sudden sequelae after recovering from illness, it suddenly popped up unexpectedly, poking small holes in his heart one by one.

He began to become timid in front of Fang Hengzhi, afraid of being discovered, afraid of being unnatural, afraid of being discovered and facing disgusted eyes...

Homosexuality is not a group that is tolerated by the big society. He dare not say that he knows Fang Hengzhi very well, nor dare to guarantee 100% that Fang Hengzhi will accept such a group.

They should have been prepared to be tolerated by the public, and Cheng Yi didn't care about outsiders' opinions at first, but the bad thing was that Fang Hengzhi was not an outsider.

He was even the person involved, he had to care.

Every time he was alone with Fang Hengzhi, he would feel a little uncomfortable. This discomfort did not affect him when it appeared, but when he thought about it later, he would feel uncomfortable again.

Fang Hengzhi is very clear about the kindness he shows, so he is always overwhelmed by guilt occasionally.

Probably the mentality of "you treat me like a brother, but I want to sleep with you".

Seeing that his expression was not fake, Du Mao really believed it. Brother Yi really didn't joke with him.

The skewers in his hand lost their fragrance in an instant, and he sat on the chair with his back bent a little.

The smoke on the grill gradually thinned, and Cheng Yi took off the skewers grilled on the fire and put them on the plates in front of the two of them.

"Eat it quickly." Cheng Yi said, "It will be fishy when it gets cold."

Du Mao numbly picked up a bunch of skewers, and slid down the whole bunch of meat in one gulp.

He ate mechanically, and after swallowing, he said, "Then what are you going to do?"

Hide it, or find a chance to say it?

Cheng Yi bit the meat in small bites, looking absent-minded: "Let's take a step and see."

It means to hide it first, and never tell it unless it is discovered.

Du Mao opened his mouth, and then laughed outright.

Facing the questioning gaze of his friend in front of him, he laughed and shook his head: "Brother Yi, you have fully proved to me a famous saying about Wang Yiyun."

Cheng Yi: "Huh?"

Du Mao coughed, picked up the Coke pretending to be sad, put it on his lips and took a sip: "In love, we all gradually lose ourselves..."

Cheng Yi: "..."

He was so sour that his skin got goosebumps: "Are you sick?"

Du Mao was also shuddered by his own nausea, rubbing his arms for a long time after putting down the coke.

Cheng Yi's nerves were not so tense after being teased by him like this, and the belated slight drunkenness of the beer suddenly became obvious when the next gust of evening wind blew.

He narrowed his eyes lazily.

Du Mao looked at him, and suddenly sighed: "Brother, your face is going to become a regret in the hearts of countless girls."

Cheng Yi said, "Thank you, you can be more direct."

Du Mao stretched his limbs and stretched his waist: "Why don't you try?"

This question was asked endlessly, but both of them knew what it meant.

Cheng Yi lowered his eyes and didn't speak.

Du Mao didn't break the casserole to ask the end, but patted him on the shoulder: "So I said, this is not like you."

Where did brother Yi hesitate like this before!

It was so manly before!If this is a girl, his brother will definitely rush!

But this matter still depends on the person involved, and a third party who is not in it cannot fully understand it, and Du Mao understands this in his heart.

He rubbed Cheng Yi's shoulders indiscriminately, and got up to pay the bill.

Cheng Yi wanted to stop him: "I invite..."

Du Mao waved his hand, motioned him to sit down, and went straight to pay the bill.

Cheng Yi sat back helplessly and smiled lightly.

Therefore, Du Mao's weight in his heart is indeed not light.

In this short period of time, I was a little moved by what the other party said.

Or in other words, it was the subtle and latent unwillingness and impulsiveness that was aroused deep in my heart by the other party.

The barbecue stall was not far from their homes, but it happened to be in the opposite direction. After paying the bill, they should split up.

Before leaving, Du Mao suddenly called out to Cheng Yi who had already turned around.

Cheng Yi turned around.

Du Mao copied his pockets with both hands, and it was hard to tell whether he was drunk or not.

But it is very clear to hear his voice: "Brother, I will support you unconditionally."

Cheng Yi was silent for a moment, then lowered his head and smiled.

After a while, he raised his head and said relaxedly and solemnly, "Thank you."

The New Year has passed for a long time, and it is not only the sound of firecrackers, but also the coldness in the wind.

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I caught up with it today!

This chapter is a transitional one, the number of words is not much, and it will be updated tomorrow!

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