Xia Lang

He avoided Li Zhaozhuo's focused gaze, and pursed his swollen lips unnaturally, most of the unruly indifference between his brows was taken away by Li Zhaozhuo's irrational play, and his frowning brows were mostly puzzled.

How is this going?How could Li Zhaozhuo really kiss him?There is also the feeling of deja vu and the picture that suddenly appeared in my mind just now...

"I remember what happened when I was drunk that day." Song Linju suddenly said, looking back at Li Zhaozhuo, as if waiting for his explanation.

Remember?

Thinking of what he did that night, Li Zhaozhuo's heart skipped a beat.

Don't Song Linju think that he is a pervert taking advantage of others?

Li Zhaozhuo quickly explained, "I'm sorry, I... drank some wine that night, my mind was not clear and I couldn't hold back for a while, so I secretly kissed you."

Under Song Linju's stare, Li Zhaozhuo's volume became lower and lower, especially the last few words.

Li Zhaozhuo bit the flesh on both cheeks in frustration, what does it mean to be unclear for a while?Why does it sound more like a sex appeal?

Well, it's getting darker and darker now.

What Li Zhaozhuo didn't expect was that Song Linju was deceiving him.

Some fragments flashed through Song Linju's mind, but because it was too unbelievable, he thought it was a fabricated memory by himself.

But I didn't expect the flashing picture just now to be real...

Reminiscent of Li Zhaozhuo's strangeness during that time, Song Linju quickly figured out the joint, "Is this the reason why you suddenly alienated me?"

Li Zhaozhuo was a little embarrassed to say, "At that time, I didn't really want to accept the fact that I was attracted to you, so... I had to stay away from you."

Although Li Zhaozhuo didn't want to admit that he was the coward who hid after the kiss, but that's the fact.

Having said that, Li Zhaozhuo thought of Song Linju's attitude of avoiding Song Linju a foot away from him, as if he was not the one who stole his relatives but him.

"But you clearly noticed it at that time, but you just pushed the boat along without asking anything and started to alienate me, Song Linju, do you really hate me? You have been very indifferent to me since you met me."

Song Linju shook his head, "At that time, I thought I had revealed my secrets."

Li Zhaozhuo was puzzled, "What's the secret?"

He thought it was what he said that night that exposed his feelings for Li Zhaozhuo, which made him avoid him, but he didn't expect this to be the case.

"I thought I said I like you." Song Linju told the secret that he was afraid of being discovered before in the calmest tone.

I was afraid of hearing disgust from him, so I stayed away in advance.

Alienation is not hate, but liking too much, but helpless.

Li Zhaozhuo was stunned for a moment, but he didn't come back to his senses for a long time.

Did he just hear it right?

like? !Song Linju actually likes him too!

Li Zhaozhuo, who heard these words, was first ecstatic and then regretful, wishing to kick his former self to death.

If he used to be a little bit more sensible, why are he and Song Linju still not together?

Li Zhaozhuo's eyes were burning, and he immediately asked, "What about now? Do you still like it?"

Song Linju glanced at him, but didn't return him, just bent down to pick up the sunflowers on the ground, gently stroked the withered petals, and changed the words that had reached his mouth to something else.

"The flowers are beautiful."

Song Linju had already decided to let it go, but seeing Li Zhaozhuo's unbelievably bright eyes, for some reason, it was difficult to say the words "I don't like it anymore".

Seeing Song Linju's answer to the wrong question, Li Zhaozhuo realized something, and the joy on his face faded, "It looked better when I first bought it."

Li Zhaozhuo looked at the dirt-stained flower and asked Song Linju enthusiastically, "Do you know what date it is today?"

Song Linju said the answer without much thought, "October 10st."

Before leaving home in the morning, Mom specifically told him that the flower shop would be busy today and that he might be home later.

Li Zhaozhuo affirmed his answer with a smile, "Yes, Twelve Days, I love you."

In order to distinguish between the two words, the latter word Li Zhaozhuo paused every word, speaking very clearly, and his lowered voice was magnetic and affectionate.

Song Linju shook his hand and pulled off a petal, and he stuffed it back calmly to disguise it.

Seeing that Song Linju didn't respond, Li Zhaozhuo asked again, "Do you know what the little flower seller said?"

"what?"

"She said that if she bought a branch of flowers for her girlfriend today, she would be very surprised."

Li Zhaozhuo's gaze never left Song Linju. He could feel the mention of the word girlfriend, and his fingers that combed the petals were stiff.

Li Zhaozhuo smiled, "I don't have a girlfriend, and I know it's just a gimmick for the merchants to sell things in different ways. I didn't want to buy it, but you suddenly flashed in my mind at that moment, so I bought this flower." sunflower."

"I thought I was just buying it for fun, but after a long time, I walked alone on the street with people coming and going, and saw a lot of scenery along the way, only to realize later that I originally wanted to give you this flower .”

"It's okay if I didn't realize it, but when I really realized my thoughts, I wanted to see you crazily. I wished I could appear in front of your eyes immediately, and send fresh and beautiful flowers to your hands. I look forward to seeing you." There will be an expression of surprise, as the little girl said."

"Song Linju, I'm serious when I say I like you." Li Zhaozhuo originally thought that he would not be able to say the nasty words, but when he looked at Song Linju, everything became natural.

Hearing that the person I have liked for a long time also likes me, it must be false to say that Song Linju is not happy at all, but he is more worried.

Gay people will definitely bear more pressure than ordinary lovers. Even if he really likes himself now, what can happen later?It is inevitable that you will not feel resentful towards him when the passion fades away.

Song Linju met Li Zhaozhuo for the first time much earlier than Li Zhaozhuo thought. Li Zhaozhuo may not have an impression, because at that time he was an insignificant passerby to Li Zhaozhuo.

It was a sunny day not long after the military training in the first year of high school. Li Zhaozhuo was joking with his friends on the playground. , Li Zhaozhuo bumped into him anyway.

The book was scattered all over the floor, he knelt down to help him pick it up, and when he handed it back he said "Sorry." There was still a lingering smile on his face, his eyes narrowed slightly in pleasure, his fierce and sharp eyebrows softened into a handsome look like.

When he took the book, he subconsciously squinted his eyes. Without him, the light in Li Zhaozhuo's eyes was so dazzling that he had the illusion of being burned.

What an enviable youthful spirit, it seems that he is like a late old man occupying his young body.

Although he seldom met him again and had little contact with him, he still knew that the boy he met that day was called Li Zhaozhuo, and he had a bad temper. Everything stemmed from his subconscious attention to Li Zhaozhuo, which is why later when he and After Li Zhaozhuo really had a relationship, he avoided him.

Li Zhaozhuo is dazzling and flamboyant, he is almost the complete opposite of him, perhaps because of this, he has an inexplicable attraction to himself, like two magnets with opposite magnetism, completely different but attracting each other tightly.

But Song Linju never thought that Li Zhaozhuo would fall in love with him, especially after knowing that he hates homosexuality.

"You don't like gays, do you? And don't you hate gays?" Song Linju tried to make him quit.

It's not that Li Zhaozhuo didn't think about the question Song Linju asked before, but if he likes it, he likes it, and it has nothing to do with gender. It's because his previous self was too prejudiced.

"I just like you." At this moment, Li Zhaozhuo's sharp and aggressive eyebrows were filled with lingering affection, which was so soft that he couldn't see half of the previous fierce look.

He doesn't like the same sex, but he likes Song Linju.

The playground was bustling with people, but the people behind the tree didn't say a word.

Although I don't know what Song Linju is worried about, but he still hesitates now, which means that he still has him in his heart, otherwise he should refuse directly.

Li Zhaozhuo caught a glimpse of the ashes on his chest from the corner of his eye. He tugged on his shirt, jokingly, "Teacher Song, look, you burned a hole in my heart, aren't you going to take responsibility?"

Song Linju looked over, it was the trace left by the cigarette butt that he hadn't had time to throw when he was struggling just now. At first glance, it really looked like a hole had been burned in his chest.

The silent Song Linju didn't hold back for a moment, and was amused by his rascal, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

Seeing that the heavy atmosphere had eased, Li Zhaozhuo put away his indecency, and stretched out his hand to Song Linju, his eyes were calm, "Okay, Mr. Song, are you willing to grow up with Li Zhaozhuo from now on?"

This time Song Linju didn't hesitate for too long, and said in a firm tone, "You will regret it."

"How will you know if you don't try?"

Yes, how will you know if you don't try?

This is probably the biggest difference between him and Li Zhaozhuo. He always has the courage to try what he wants, but he always has too many worries.

Song Linju's eyes fell on his seemingly reliable big palm, and in the end he chose to put aside those many worries first.

"In that case, as you wish."

As soon as the words fell, Song Linju put his hand on Li Zhaozhuo's hanging hand.

Li Zhaozhuo immediately grasped it firmly, as if he was holding something important, his smile was presumptuous, as bright as a child, Song Linju was infected by his emotions, and smiled back and held him.

Then Li Zhaozhuo pulled him into his arms with force.

Song Linju staggered into it, flustered by the noise of people coming and going, and reminded in a low voice, "People..."

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The author has something to say:

Brother Song: I'm giving away.

Brother Zhuo from before: What?Are your dumplings open?

Brother Zhuo now: Me too