Long Island High School

The bathroom door was closed, and there were only a few wall lamps left in the room.The room is deserted, and I don't know if there is no floor heating or no smoke.

He Wenzhou hugged Song Jing from behind and buried him in the crook of his neck, unable to speak for a long time.

Song Jing touched his arm: "It's cold, go and put on your clothes."

"I do not want."

He Wenzhou hugged him tightly, Song Jing had no choice but to turn around and wrap his cold wet body in his overcoat.

He Wenzhou wore his sweater and hugged him attached.

"elder brother."

"Ah."

He Wenzhou's eyes were hot. He didn't expect that there would be a day when he could call him again, and he could answer.

Song Jing kissed his eyes, kissed his nose, and his breath melted together.His eyes were hot, and he almost shed a few more tears.

Song Jing stroked his hair, and Jean leaned on his shoulder and said, "Okay, it's all right, I'm back."

He Wenzhou's tears fell down instantly.

Being held in Song Jing's arms, warmed by his warm body, the two hugged each other without any barriers.Only then did he feel that he was back, he had landed, and he no longer had to worry about walking through the dark night.Like a tired traveler who finally arrived at the station and came alive from the ice and snow.

Song Jing kissed his ear.

He Wenzhou said: "I want to have sex."

Song Jing said: "Now?"

He Wenzhou opened his teary eyes: "Can't you?"

Song Jing hesitated, and He Wenzhou began to tear his coat, which was taken off and thrown on the sofa, and he came to pull the sweater again, Song Jing hurriedly grabbed his hand, and he looked at him with those teary eyes.Song Jing's heart softened in an instant. In the dark, he noticed a silver chain hanging around He Wenzhou's neck. He followed the silver chain and found a transparent button.The clasp is so small that only a very thin chain can go through it.Just now, he was only focused on coaxing He Wenzhou not to cry, but he didn't see it.

He Wenzhou said: "It's your button."

"what?"

"The second button of your shirt."

Song Jing was stunned for a moment, he had long since forgotten, and he had long since forgotten when he was given this button.

He Wenzhou added: "You put it in the notebook, and I have been wearing it until now, and I haven't taken it off for a day. I also wear it in the shower, just like you are still by my side."

Song Jing was dumbfounded, he stared blankly at the button, unable to resist anymore.

He Wenzhou put his arms around his waist and carried his brother to the bed in his bedroom.

It was very cold under the quilt, sleeping alone, with only a little warmth from He Wenzhou's body.I want to know this empty room, how many times he came back, he swallowed his dates and lay down on the bed, curled up in a corner and fell asleep perfunctorily.No one cares, no one asks, a person just lives so hastily.Song Jing was even more heartbroken.

The light in the room was not turned on, the man's body pressed up, his cheeks were still wet, and his teary eyes were open.

"Do or not?"

Song Jing's heart was shaken by him, and he held the button.

"Do."

He Wenzhou said: "Brother lift up your waist."

Song Jing raised his waist obediently.

He Wenzhou leaned over him, took off his clothes, and said, "Lift up one leg."

Song Jing raised his leg obediently.

He Wenzhou slowly, slowly, stared into his eyes.One arm supported the head of the bed, and one hand stroked his face.His movements were slow and determined.It was like being surrounded by hot spring water, warm and safe over his head.To be contained and embraced by the one who is dearest and dearest, He is in Him.Song Jing frowned slightly, wrapped his arms around his neck, and leaned on his shoulder.

The two had a warm, ups and downs, slowly and silently.

He Wenzhou pressed heavily on him, the corners of his eyes still wet: "Do you like it, brother?"

Song Jing's body was heavy and soft, and his breathing was messed up: "I like it."

"Am I okay?"

"it is good."

He Wenzhou suddenly bit him hard and stared at him: "Have you ever had sex with her?"

"Who?"

Song Jing thought of who it was, and said, "What do you think?"

He Wenzhou gritted his teeth and said, "I've guarded you for seven years, and you want to!"

Song Jing felt that he was annoying again, and wanted to push him down, but He Wenzhou buried him in his neck instead, moaning: "Even if you did it, I will return it a hundred times and a thousand times until you don't remember her .Everyone must remember me, you know?"

Song Jing said: "What nonsense are you talking about? She and I have no... such a thing..."

He Wenzhou's eyes lit up immediately.

"That means you have always loved me? You can't let me go, right?"

Song Jing thought, saying he is fat, he is still out of breath.But after the affair, he cried again, Song Jing could only avoid these things: "You said you broke up with me, do I still remember you?"

He Wenzhou rubbed his neck: "I didn't do it on purpose."

He lay on his side beside Song Jing, asking Song Jing to hold him.Song Jing embraced him like a child, tucked in the quilt, and brought in his arms that were hanging out.

He Wenzhou leaned on Song Jing's shoulder and said, "If I didn't push you away at that time, what would you do if you were expelled from school? It doesn't matter what happens to me, I can't hurt you."

Song Jing said: "But you can tell me, let's find a way together."

He Wenzhou shook his head and said, "He won't allow it, he's staring at me."

"Who?"

He Wenzhou's gloomy eyes turned out to be a little penetrating: "He, he's staring at me."

He whispered in Song Jing's ear: "He sent someone to watch my mother and me."

He, a gentleman on the outside, secretly held his wife and children in his hands.

"I can't see you. It's better for him not to notice, quietly, quietly let you leave me. I didn't fall in love with you, I won't be his stain, his joke, and walk the road he paved for me obediently .”

It is He Jiaqi's life aesthetics to turn big things into small ones, and make small things into small ones. Nothing can affect his official career.

Song Jing felt very eerie and strange. He didn't know what He Wenzhou had experienced, but he could feel his emotions, his fear, depression and anger, and the earthquake-like turmoil in his heart.

He hugged He Wenzhou in his arms: "It's okay, it's over."

He Wenzhou buried himself in front of his chest: "Brother, don't blame me, that's the best way I can think of. I..."

In order to get Song Jing out, he pretended to be in love with other girls and blamed himself for the scandal, causing a mess and being reprimanded by He Jiaqi.

Even so, it was better than he would trouble Song Jing.He didn't believe everything he said.

In Song Jing's arms, He Wenzhou began to talk about his parents' divorce and the years after they broke up.He talked in a mess, his thoughts jumped, and he was very excited.When he was talking emotionally, Song Jing had to kiss his lips to let him rest for a while to calm down.

But his speech was really terrible, and he was still talking about some emotions after talking for a long time.Avoid talking about the events of the year, afraid to mention the night on the balcony, those few nightmares.He didn't say it, and he never wanted to mention it.

Song Jing said: "Forget it, let's talk about it tomorrow. There will be plenty of time in the future."

He Wenzhou was tired.

He nodded and murmured, "Brother, tell me a story."

Song Jing said, "What are you talking about?"

"Tell me anything, I want you to coax you to sleep."

Song Jing laughed, he was acting like a baby.

Song Jing sat on the head of the bed, held him in his arms, found a comfortable position, and read a story from the iPad.

Before he spoke, He Wenzhou said, "Kiss me."

Song Jing had no choice but to kiss his forehead, and said in a low voice, "Hey, close your eyes."

He Wenzhou closed his eyes and listened to his fairy tales.How ironic, warm, and the feeling of being pampered. After hundreds of years, he felt it again. The sweet taste made him want to cry.

He closed his eyes and listened for a while, moved his body, and murmured: "Brother patted to sleep."

Song Jing raised his eyebrows, put his arms around him, patted his back lightly, and continued talking.

He Wenzhou was buried sweetly in his arms, almost falling asleep.

Song Jing spoke slowly, then turned around and asked him, "Wen Zhou?"

"Um……"

He Wenzhou vaguely responded.

Before going to sleep, Song Jing had no choice but to continue talking about the tin soldier missing a leg and seeing the dancing girl again after going through hardships.

He Wenzhou said in his dream: "Brother, I wrote you several letters, why didn't you reply to me?"

Song Jing's heart tightened: "Have you ever written to me?"

He didn't know at all, and he didn't receive any of them!

He Wenzhou said: "I wrote it for you, there are many, many, and they are all posted on..."

"what?"

Song Jing tried his best to listen, but He Wenzhou said in a dream, "Did I send you an email..."

Song Jing immediately went to look for his mailbox, but it was his work mailbox, so there was no letter from him!Unwilling to give up, he went to look for the QQ mailbox again, the QQ he registered for him, the QQ they used together, but there was nothing there.

"Where is it?"

"Jingzhou... ah..."

Song Jing suddenly remembered that they had a private mailbox, and he had only used it to send a letter to He Wenzhou once, and it was their only love letter!

He Wenzhou breathed softly, as if falling asleep.Song Jing's palms were sweating, and he was a little nervous for no reason. When he logged into Netease mailbox, he couldn't remember the password.

More than 2000 emails, densely packed with titles, filled the mailbox, and the title of each email was "Brother, best wishes".Page after page was arranged, and I couldn't finish it.For seven years, almost every day, I sent him letters like writing a diary.Come rain or shine, persevere.Every New Year's Day, there are seven emails marked: "Brother, happy birthday, happy new year".

Song Jing looked at these emails and opened each diary of his mood, his thoughts, what he did, he missed him, he cried in the middle of the night, he was drunk, he fought, he didn't like Communication, he hates class, he is alone in that rainy city, and the duckweed is floating.On Christmas of a certain year, he saw Peking University broadcast on the TV screen for a second on the road. He suddenly wanted to come back and ran all the way back. He couldn't go back to celebrate his birthday when he booked the plane ticket one month later, he cried...

Song Jing looked at the few lines in the email, his eyes were moist and hot.