Long Island High School

Song Jing always thought that He Wenzhou and He Wenzhou were in love with each other and knew each other.Although they have different ways and ideals, and sometimes they are naturally rebellious two people, but he should understand him.

It never occurred to him that he would be deceived.

Song Jing glanced at the two of them, and the brothers next to He Wenzhou asked each of his sisters-in-law why Ling Yan hadn't come these days.Ling Yan smiled and said, you ask him.He Wenzhou bowed his head and said something to Gao Yang, Ling Yan was beside him and straightened his turned-up collar.

Gao Yang saw him first: "Hey, Lao Song, are you here to get your grades?"

He Wenzhou heard the voice, turned around and smiled brightly at him.I was about to run across the street, but I stopped after thinking about it.

He Wenzhou restrainedly greeted him with a sweet smile.Because I am very obedient and did not violate Song Jing's set of rules, I should be rewarded.

But then something didn't feel right to him.

Song Jing ignored him and continued walking.

Although Song Jing always ignored him, he could still distinguish the subtle difference.I don't know how to tell the difference, probably Song Jing has lived in his eyes for a long time, with the same expressionless face, he can always know whether he is happy or unhappy.

There was pain and disappointment in Song Jing's eyes.Painful moment, disappointed for too long.

He immediately became alert and wanted to follow.Ling Yan is friends with him now, it is not convenient to interfere with his actions, but being friends has the benefits of being friends.Like a big sister, she wiped the corner of He Wenzhou's mouth with a tissue: "Is Shuangpi Nai delicious? I'll bring it to you next time?"

He Wenzhou licked his lips and said subconsciously: "It's delicious, but don't come here again."

"Hmph, it's not good to give it to you."

In the past, He Wenzhou always liked the way she looked angry, but now he was thinking about it, and he was not in the mood to appreciate the beauty's anger anymore.

He didn't know when Ling Yan appeared by his side again, they had too many mutual friends.They got together when they were fooling around, and Song Jing kept him under strict control, and he didn't come out often.Tang Seng has to learn scriptures every time, and only after going through hardships can he meet again.The equipment room can only be visited once a week, which makes He Wenzhou always look for someone to play with red eyes.Song Jing strictly prohibited messing around in the storage room, and he couldn't drag him out in public.From the time I met to the present, I made an appointment for just one meeting.

Too little sugar, not enough, not enough.

As time went by, he always wanted to find someone else to play with.If you look for someone else, you will meet Ling Yan.

Ling Yan has changed. Ling Yan, who is a friend, is polite and generous, and he is not far or close to him.

Such a playful and interesting girl, because she gave him all her heart, looked at him with infatuated eyes, but kept her distance in the way she treated him.

Occasionally they played together and chatted, and Ling Yan accidentally revealed a little infatuation, or secretly left the milk cap to him, or peeled a crayfish for him, or touched his hand indiscriminately while playing games, along the way. lick his hair...

That day when they ran to the bar together, an old man older than them lifted Ling Yan's skirt, and he punched Ling Yan.Ling Yan cried and screamed, and hugged him afterwards and didn't let go.

After crying, he avoided it embarrassingly, remembering that they were ordinary friends, and said something sad and laughing: "I'm sorry..."

He had never seen Ling Yan so careful to please others, the girl was wearing a red plaid skirt, her face was crying like a cat, it was so pitiful.

Song Jing is different, he is like a piece of ice, he will never be warmed up, nor will he be affected.Although she was at a loss when making out with him, she would still feel weak.Usually getting along is strong and cold.

He would not do exercises with Song Jing, let alone discuss competitions with him.There is almost no intersection between the two. Song Jing has many rules, and he has a lot of prohibitions, and he is easily blamed.

And Ling Yan, after a breakup, pampered him with everything and let him with everything, infatuated and pitiful, taking whatever he wanted.

It was really hard for him to tell her not to meet.

He Wenzhou looked at Song Jing's face, ignored his prohibitions, and carefully squatted beside him: "What's wrong?"

Song Jing blinked. He realized that it was so difficult to fulfill his own set of rules. Just thinking about it made him feel sad. He didn't know what it was like to die, but his heart hurt and his mouth was full of pain. wooden.

He wanted to go back to the past, to the self who had no distractions.

He said, "Let's break up."

He Wenzhou said: "Just because I met her?"

"Correct."

At this time, there were not many people in the classroom, and everyone left after getting the papers.

He Wenzhou hurriedly explained: "I really have nothing to do with her, I didn't do anything, you understand me, right?"

"I know."

"That……"

Song Jing raised his eyes: "I don't understand, why do you still need her when you have me?"

He Wenzhou was speechless: "...She is just an ordinary friend. I never took the initiative to find her. They played together. I only played twice. I didn't know she came today. Don't you trust me? "

Believe it, but it is because of it that he can't figure it out, he feels uncomfortable, and he doesn't mind.Many emotions were chaotic and violently poured into his mind, making him fearful, and he just wanted to cut it off with a single blow.

"I only have you in my heart."

Song Jing said: "But you broke your promise and deceived me."

He Wenzhou licked his lips and took his hand: "Brother."

Song Jing was silent.

He Wenzhou said: "Are you really going to break up?"

Song Jing said: "Yes."

"Can't you forgive me?"

"No."

He Wenzhou stayed for a while, then stood up: "Okay. Brother, I am not wrong this time, you really shouldn't break up with me, you should think about it carefully."

Song Jing said: "No need."

Seeing that it was useless to say anything, He Wenzhou could only leave.

Walking out of the classroom, I felt that the skin on my body was torn off.Last time, he and Song Jing made an appointment to see the new movie "The Unspeakable Secret", so he can't watch it now either.It's another fucking pain, and it's new and bloody.

He immediately remembered that it was impossible to send him home at night. He originally planned to ask him to kiss himself three times before leaving.

Walking to the school gate, I thought again, tomorrow is the day to play, and Song Jing has given the key to the equipment room.He goes in first, he goes quickly.

It's really a lotus step by step, and I grin my teeth in pain.

On Song Jing's side, he blinked once, then blinked again, lying on the table in a collapsed state, feeling sad for a while.

This sadness is one wave of ups and downs, one wave after another, and each time is more intense.I can't think about it, I regret it when I think about it, I regret it to death.

He once opened himself up, hugged him, and did the happiest thing with him.

After having tasted such sweetness, how can I stand it again if I quit it.

In just a few months, he and he developed rapidly, like a dream, and he couldn't remember how he lived before, it was too far away.

He just let the sadness flare up, suffering and suffering, as dusk fell, bloody.I don't know when I got home, and I don't know when I lay down on the bed.

In a daze, I didn't do anything all night.

Before going to bed, he habitually turned on the phone, but there was no news.Usually at night, it would always go mad, but now it is no longer mad, it is as quiet as dead.

He thought his heart should die too, but it was perfectly fine, living in its own cavity, not only knew pain, but also knew heat.The jump made his heart hurt, his waist and limbs hurt, his brain hurt, and his whole body hurt.

He tossed and turned unable to sleep, thinking, this is the breakup.A short period of love, this is over.

Waking up in the morning is like dying once and seeing the world again.It seems like a lifetime away, a few years older.

He still ate on time, went out on time, and took the old bus to the school gate, just in time to meet He Wenzhou getting off the school bus.

He bumped into him face to face and knew each other, but they didn't speak to each other, pretending they didn't know each other, each of them went in with their classmates.

When entering the school gate, there were people stopping to check the school badge. He Wenzhou didn't wear a school uniform and didn't bring a school badge at all. Everything seemed to be back to the way it was at the beginning.

Song Jing didn't have the energy to reason, and he hadn't the energy.The day passed in a random atmosphere where they didn't know each other.I don't know how it went, Song Jing handed out the test papers to his seat, the two accidentally made eye contact, and He Wenzhou looked at him coldly, it was so uncomfortable.

If you can't touch it, if you touch it a little bit, it will be overwhelming and uncomfortable.

So uncomfortable that Song Jing returned to his seat, clenched his fingers, and was sweating all over.He Wenzhou was dying and lay motionless on the table.

He was miserable.

It was the uncomfortable feeling of being sick again.

When he was a child, he also fell ill when he felt uncomfortable. He had a cold and a fever, and he couldn't get rid of the fever like a sick child.Later, the family members didn't dare to get angry with him easily, and if they got angry with him, he would show you sick, what should we do?

He Wenzhou kept lying on the table, and no one cared about him.Song Jing occasionally looked back several times to see him slumped on the table. Liu Pei went over and touched his forehead and said something to him. He wanted to hear something, but he couldn't hear it.

Does he think he is uncomfortable?

If he is uncomfortable, and he is also uncomfortable, why bother to break up?

But without breaking up, he couldn't bear to let him allow that girl to be an "ordinary friend" between them.

Thinking wildly and feeling anxious and uncomfortable like this, He Wenzhou was very strong instead, and never went home, just lying on the table.

Song Jing had one nerve that affected He Wenzhou, and one nerve wanted to pretend that he didn't know He Wenzhou. The pain almost tore him apart.When school was over, he hurried out of the classroom and never looked back.

The next day, the discomfort was less severe and he was happy.He Wenzhou didn't come, a small bucket was left on the table, and he probably went to the studio.The group of them spent most of their time in the piano room of the studio, not even Cheng Jiajia.

Because he knew where He Wenzhou was going, he felt at ease, and passed the day easily and peacefully.

By the time school was over, He Wenzhou hadn't come back to pick up his little bucket.The small bucket is yellow, with a handle of a duckling, and he has dyed the bucket in green and green, like a child digging sand.

He procrastinated for a while, and when He Wenzhou came back to get the bucket, he left.

Anyway, they won't meet again, and they have nothing to do with each other, so they just sneak a look at him, which is the end of the day.

But the end never came to an end. He Wenzhou never came. As night fell, the doorman came to each classroom one by one. He picked up his schoolbag and went out.

It was the evening when the sky was about to get dark, and the sky was a thick crimson purple, mixed with blue and red, and within two steps, it was black, overwhelming black, heavy and black, heavy and oppressive, almost It was breathless.

Then he was sad at this moment when it was about to get dark.This sadness came back tens of thousands of times because of the relaxation during the day, causing his heart to be torn apart bloody again, more painful than yesterday, more painful than the day we broke up, the pain was unbearable, the pain was endless.

He Wenzhou insisted that he was not sick after all.He felt uncomfortable and lazy, and wanted to fall into a warm embrace. At this moment, Ling Yan pampered him and pampered him, without asking or saying a word, as usual, holding him in his arms, touching his ears, tugged on his earlobe.

He obediently lay in her arms, letting her touch and tug, he couldn't take it anymore.

Then, the next day, I saw He Wenzhou and Ling Yan reconciled, and the girl sat on the back seat of He Wenzhou's bicycle and left in a hurry.

As the bicycle flew by, it was Song Jing's ice-cold face and a weary frown.

My head hurts too much, and my heart hurts too.

He also made him hurt in his face.

It's too muddy.