surface roommate

Zhou Ziheng guessed that Fu Wu had a party at night, so he waited in the dormitory until 11:55, and the day was over in 5 minutes. If he didn't say "Happy Birthday", he would have no chance, so he called Fu Wu anxiously. phone.

When he rushed to the beach without stopping, Fu Wu had just finished his last sip of wine, looking at the ebb and flow of the sea in despair.

The two of them were relatively speechless, they hadn't talked for a long time, now they looked at each other, they couldn't speak, they didn't know what to say to break the ice.

Even so, there was an indescribable joy in the meeting, but no one showed it.

Zhou Ziheng deliberately brought an extra coat out, thinking that the sea breeze is cool in late autumn, and it is easy to catch a cold if there is too much blowing in the middle of the night, so he wanted to put it on for Fu Wu and let him avoid it.

"I'm not cold." After being drunk, Fu Wu's strong sentences became sticky, like a child.He walked away while talking.

Zhou Ziheng picked up the two wine bottles on the ground, followed behind the wobbly Fu Wu, and asked with concern: "Why are you drinking here alone?"

He thought that Fu Wu was having a carnival with his friends to celebrate his birthday, and he was happy, but he didn't expect that he would hide alone by the sea and drink alcohol. If he had known this, he would have called to accompany him.

When a person is drunk, he will feel his whole body floating, but Fu Wu is not drunk enough to pass out: "It's my birthday, I'm happy, I can drink as much as I want, and I can drink as many people as I want. "Drunken eyes are blurred, and the person in front of him is also blurred like a dream.

Are you really happy like this?

"The wine is cold, and the sea breeze here is also cold..."

Fu Wu turned his head, made gestures, squinted his eyes and said with a smile: "I am thick-skinned, I am not afraid of the cold, it has nothing to do with you, it has nothing to do with you... Isn't that what you said, your business has nothing to do with me, it's my business It has nothing to do with you, and we have nothing to do with each other." He has been brooding over Zhou Ziheng's hurtful words.

Seeing Fu Wu and Wu Rou drinking milk tea together that day, Zhou Ziheng was so angry that he planned to ignore Fu Wu for the rest of his life, so when Fu Wu cared about him, he said "it has nothing to do with you".

In fact, the moment he said it, he regretted it; these days, he was even more annoyed.Even if you can't be a lover, you shouldn't be a friend or a roommate.

Historical experience proves that you can't speak when you are emotional.

When they first entered college, their friendship was far superior to that of ordinary people, but now they don't say a word, and they are more indifferent than strangers.Seeing that the relationship between the two became more and more rigid and cold, Zhou Ziheng felt as uncomfortable as Fu Wu, and couldn't sleep all night.But I really don't know what to do.

He has never liked anyone, and he has never dealt with such a complicated relationship. It is a paste that cannot be wiped evenly.He almost wanted to go to the temple next to the school to ask the Bodhisattva to bless them, so that the two could reconcile as before.

After pondering over and over again, Zhou Ziheng was defeated.He admits defeat, he can no longer pretend to be calm and breezy.

He is willing to hide his love and stay quietly by Fu Wu's side, just like before, he doesn't ask for possessions, he just wants to be with him.

But just having this will is not enough, there must be action, there must be an opportunity for them to return to the clear relationship they used to have.

Fu Wu's birthday may be this opportunity. Zhou Ziheng prepared gifts in advance in an attempt to ease the tension.At this moment, the two are facing each other, and there is a conflicting emotion of resentment and longing for each other, and the atmosphere gradually becomes rigid.

Zhou Ziheng knew that if he didn't untie his knot tonight, he would never be good friends again in this life.

At night, the beach, the sea breeze, the soft lights, the people you like.

Everything should be fine.

He looked at Fu Wu who was drunk, he was not happy at all, he was very distressed, and said softly: "I was wrong, I shouldn't be angry that day."

boom!Like a bolt from the blue!

Unexpectedly, such a cold person as Zhou Ziheng would lower his head. Fu Wu was stunned for a long time before asking: "You...what are you talking about? Are you angry? Why are you angry with me?"

Because I like you to the point of being hopeless, it hurts to see you talking and laughing with others, it hurts to see you as a straight man, and it hurts to want you and want you to think crazy.

But these words cannot be said.Zhou Ziheng found a nearby trash can, threw the beer bottle away, and said calmly to Fu Wu, "Because... I'm not angry with you, I'm angry with myself."

The beach was slippery and soft, the drunk Fu Wu staggered and almost fell.Zhou Ziheng's eyes were quick and his hands were quick. He rushed two steps, but still couldn't stabilize himself, and the two of them fell on the beach together.

Zhou Ziheng stood up and wanted to give Fu Wu a hand, but Fu Wu refused to stand up and sat on the beach without saying a word, like a sulking kid.Zhou Ziheng had no choice but to sit down with him and help him wipe the sand off his back.

Fu Wu lowered his head and asked, "You're angry with yourself, why didn't you talk to me?" At first, he wanted to avoid Zhou Ziheng on purpose, but then the two drifted apart, out of his control, and when he wanted to get back , it was too late.He didn't know whether to be angry with himself or Zhou Ziheng.

Zhou Ziheng was stumped by the question, this brat wanted to break the casserole and ask the end, but not all the questions had answers, and not all the answers could be uttered.

"Never again. I promise."

Fu Wu's fingers were drawing something crookedly on the beach, and he suddenly giggled: "Then you...call me Brother Wu again."

The hazy moonlight fell on his face, and he laughed loudly, a bit like being coquettish, but now he is smiling from the bottom of his heart.

"I'm 19 years old today, you're the only one, can't you call me brother? You called me before." Fu Wu took out his mobile phone, dug out the previous recording, and played Zhou Ziheng calling him "Brother Wu" audio.

Zhou Ziheng couldn't help but smiled: "Okay, I'll call. Brother Wu."

"Speak up, yell a few more times!" Fu Wu raised his head and yelled freely, his flushed face made people want to pinch.

Seeing Fu Wu's bright smile, Zhou Ziheng was in a good mood, at least the two of them regained a little bit of the old feeling.He was happy to follow the stinky boy's wishes and shouted: "Brother Wu! Brother Wu!"

"You sound like Brother Monkey, hahaha..." Fu Wu sang: "Brother Monkey, you are really amazing... Hahaha, then you are Bajie, be good, be good, Bajie, be good." Once happy, He raised his eyebrows triumphantly and grinned.

Fu Wu wrapped his arms around Zhou Ziheng's left hand, picked up the sand, sprinkled it on it, and buried his whole left hand under the sand, like a mischievous child.

Zhou Ziheng's heart was so soft that it was about to melt, and he secretly scolded himself for being so stupid before, that he couldn't bear to talk to Fu Wu.He whispered: "Fu Wu, we are still good friends as before, shall we?"

Fu Wu raised his head and looked at him straight in the eye. Are we just friends?

Zhou Ziheng's face made him blush and his heart was beating. He turned his head in embarrassment, and after a long pause, he mustered up his courage: "You know, I have a bad temper, and few people want to be friends with me. I want to continue to be friends with you." Good friend, you can say a few words if you have nothing to do, bring you breakfast, go to the cafeteria to eat together after class, and go to the library to study together when you have time, instead of not talking like you are now."

It was rare for him to say so many words in one breath, and they were all sincere words that had been held in his heart for a long time.

Fu Wulang smiled, then raised his eyebrows, and said: "Okay. Pull the hook, be a good friend and brother for a lifetime, and whoever ignores you will..."

Zhou Ziheng raised his right hand and hooked Fu Wu: "Just what?"

The hands of the two were in the air, probably because alcohol short-circuited the brain, Fu Wu thought for a long time before saying: "Just... just jump into the sea and feed the sharks."

"You finally smiled at me again." Zhou Ziheng put the extra coat on Fu Wu, wanting him to feel his warmth.

"What?" Fu Wu's head was a little heavy, and he couldn't hear clearly.

"I mean...I mean, why are you unhappy recently?" Zhou Ziheng wanted to ask but didn't dare to ask, why did he avoid me?Is it homophobic?

Fu Wu stood up and walked towards the vast sea.Zhou Ziheng walked with him for a few steps, then held him back and said, "Don't go any further, your shoes will be wet when the tide comes."

The tide is swaying, and the moon is shining brightly.Zhou Ziheng could clearly see Fu Wu's face, plump and handsome, with red lips and white teeth, he looked carefree, but he didn't know when he was full of melancholy.

Fu Wu is indeed unhappy recently, because of feelings, but also because of confusion.

After these days of torment, he finally discovered that avoiding the person he likes does not make him happy; even if he cannot be a lover, as long as he can be a good friend, he will be happier than deliberately avoiding him.Now that the gap between him and Zhou Ziheng is being eliminated, he decided not to avoid Zhou Ziheng in the future, but to be the closest friend and roommate as before.

Leaving emotion aside for the time being, Fu Wu still has a layer of unhappiness, which is the confusion about the future, like being in a fog, confused about where to go.

He didn't mention it to others, but today he said it through the strength of alcohol, but it was a slip of the tongue when he opened his mouth: "Bajie, hahaha... no, Ziheng, do you know? Sometimes I think I am the most useless and most useless person in our dormitory." No one pursued."

Zhou Ziheng took Fu Wu and walked a few steps towards the shore to avoid being wet by the rising tide.He was quite shocked to hear this sentence. In his eyes, Fu Wu has a handsome appearance and an easy-going personality. With a smile, the whole dormitory is brightened. He is a treasure. How could he be "the most useless and unpursued person"?

"After I went to college, I was lost. I had no dreams, and I didn't know what to do in the future. When I was young, I wanted to be a painter when I grew up, but I didn't have the talent for painting. Later, I got good grades and knew that I should study hard and take the exam. I studied hard at a key university, but now I got what I wanted, but lost my goal. I even miss the high school life with goals and ambitions. I am very tired, but I know that my dream is waiting for me. Now , every day in a daze, not knowing what to do."

Speaking of this, Fu Wu stopped, and sat down on the beach again in despair, gusts of sea breeze hit, making his body cold.

"It's windy, zip up your coat." Zhou Ziheng almost reached out.

Fu Wu squinted his eyes and looked at Zhou Ziheng: "You are so cruel! I drank so much that I can't even walk, how can I zip up? Help me."

Zhou Ziheng nodded with a smile, and helped him zip up his jacket. Although his clothes were a little too big for him, they looked appropriate.

He took what Fu Wu said just now, and comforted him: "Fu Wu, I don't think you are muddled. You are studying and participating in activities every day, which is exactly what a college student should do, and most college students do this."

"Fart. I participated in so many activities just because I didn't know what to do. What did I gain? No! I don't have any purpose in reading, and the books I read are nothing compared to you and He Yongbei. What is it, you have already seen it. I..."

Fu Wu's voice became hoarse: "I... I envy He Yongbei very much. He knows his future path very well. He will study for graduate school and Ph. D. He will become a professor of ancient Chinese literature in the future. You too, although you are working part-time hard now, But you know your goal, and living every day is very valuable. As for Zhu Ren, he looks like doing nothing all day long, but he can't read well, and he will go back to inherit the family property in the future."

Zhou Ziheng looked at Fu Wu quietly, although he was dizzy, but his heart was sincere, and what he said were all warm words from the bottom of his heart.Zhou Ziheng wanted to hear it, and wanted to get closer to him, and even closer.

"What about me? My family doesn't have any property for me to inherit. I don't know if I want to go to graduate school in the future, and I don't know what kind of job to find. It seems that I can do any job just to make money, and it seems that I can do anything. No, people can’t just make money. My dad is in finance. He wants me to transfer to the School of Economics and return to my hometown after graduation. He can arrange a job for me and follow his old path. To be honest, I don’t want to do that. No What else can I do? I don't know, I really don't know."

Fu Wu finally said it. After entering college, he was excited and excited, trying to explore the beauty of college life; but after the novelty disappeared, he felt a huge gap. Compared with others, he was not good enough; Live like a pig with no purpose now.

Life is really hard.

Zhou Ziheng was also puzzled by the question Fu Wu said.He works part-time to make money to support his family, but in fact he doesn't know what job he will do after graduation. Like Fu Wu, he is full of confusion about the future.

Both of them looked into the distance, the lights in the distance were dyed with a layer of yellow halo, like a fog of light, hazy and unreal, like a deep dream.

After thinking for a while, Zhou Ziheng encouraged Fu Wu and himself: "Don't worry, there are still four years left in college, we can slowly explore and find what we really want to do."

Having said so many things in his heart, Fu Wu felt relieved, and it took great courage to admit that he was useless.Sorrow came from it, and he couldn't help but look sad: "I have no dreams, no goals, just like a dead salted fish, I admit it."

He lifted his right foot and kicked forward, the sand rose up, and tears fell uncontrollably.

Zhou Ziheng heard his low choked sobs, and then became sad, leaned over and put his arms around Fu Wu's shoulders, and said in his ear: "Let's look slowly together, and we can always find the goal of life."

Due to the blowing of the autumn wind, the dense palm trees on the bank whistled, and after a while, they quieted down again, as if nothing had happened.