Mr. Shen's little boyfriend

He Qiutong was not in a good mood today, so he skipped his professional class and wanted to go back to the dormitory to catch up on sleep.When he was lying on the bed, he realized that he was tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep.

He thought maybe he shouldn't have answered that call today.

It was He Li who called again, saying that he hadn't been home for a long time since school started. Dad, aunt and your brother miss you very much. Anyway, the school is close to home, so let He Qiutong go home and have dinner together next week.

I have said a long article, but there are some old sayings left and right.

In fact, it's not some bloody play where his stepmother treats him badly, He Qiutong just feels out of place.They are only a family of three, why should I interfere.

This kind of dinner party happens every year, but the ending is just embarrassing for everyone.

He Qiutong originally thought that he could be indifferent to these things, but he still couldn't.

He is really irritable now, so he just turned over and got out of bed, grabbed the basketball and went downstairs...

There are quite a lot of people on the basketball court today, whether they are playing basketball or watching handsome guys.

He Qiutong is used to being alone. He found an empty basket and started shooting, probably because he was irritable. His shooting level today was not very good, and he didn't score a few goals after shooting for a quarter of an hour.

He stood outside the three-point line, clapped the basketball in his hand, sank his heart, and jumped back.

The basketball came out of his hand and landed precisely in the hoop.

"Hiss—" He Qiutong let out an uncontrollable gasp as the basketball entered the basket.

He was jumping directly at the basket, so he didn't notice the boys who ran up to his side of the court behind him.

When he landed, he was tripped by a boy behind him, and he staggered a bit before he stood still.

The pain from the right ankle cannot be ignored.He knelt down and touched his ankle. The severe pain at first was much better, and he moved slightly.

It shouldn't be too serious.

He glanced back, and the calf of the boy who bumped into him seemed a little red.

Several boys in the back court saw that something had happened and gathered around.

Although it was caused by the people over there crossing the line, he already had enough messes today, and he didn't want to waste his mind here, so he waved his hand, "Forget it..."

But the people over there don't seem to want to let it go.

"Forget it? My brother's legs are all red. Do you still want to settle this matter?" said a yellow hair over there.

The other boys also echoed a few words.

It was chattering like a group of toads, making He Qiutong's brain hurt from the noise.

But Huangmao laughed a few times, and said loudly: "Caibi, playing basketball is not just for your face! You are so small? Why don't you memorize more English words if you have this spare time?"

There was another toad screaming.

Taking a deep breath, He Qiutong stopped clutching his ankle, slowly stood up and stretched his right foot.

He glanced at the group of men forming a circle, one, two...five.

He Qiutong couldn't bear this anger, and it happened that today's fire didn't go away. "It's amazing to look good. Why? Come and hit me, your mouth is so smelly, did you drop your chopsticks into the toilet?" He stretched out his arms, slowly Compared with a middle finger.

As far as the experience of previous fights is concerned, he has to wait for the opponent to strike first.

That yellow-haired boy was also a fool, he jumped up after being so provoked, "Fuck you." After speaking, he clenched his fist and punched He Qiutong hard.

He Qiutong shook his waist to avoid it, and took a step back a little later. The action involved his right ankle, which still hurt a little.

Ignoring the pain, he raised his arm and swung his wrist heavily. The thrust of his wrist drove the basketball out.

Bingo!Right on the nose.

"Ah!" Huang Mao grinned in pain, bent over and covered his face, and muttered, "Damn it."

He Qiutong went up without waiting for Huang Mao to react, and pinched Huang Mao's collar, "What did you just say? Say it again if you have the guts?" He Qiutong's other hand was already clenched tightly. If this person said another word, he promised , beat him until he could no longer scold his mother.

"I, can I fuck my mother, let go!" The hand on the collar made him realize that this person is not someone he can knead at will, and now he just wants to leave quickly.

He Qiutong became even more angry when he heard this. This person really stepped on all his points perfectly, and without waiting any longer, he punched this person directly in the face.

"Your mother gave birth to you and raised you, so she just sold her mother? Today I will teach you how to respect!"

The man's brother didn't know whether he was slow or timid, and he didn't come to help Huang Mao after so long.

Until a man in a formal suit noticed the chaos here.

He Qiutong's beating hand was suddenly pulled away, thinking it was the brother of the person being beaten, he turned his head full of anger, only to see a tall man with gold-rimmed glasses and a stack of textbooks in his hand .

It seems that he should be the senior of the school's graduate students.

The man looked gentle, but his hands were not weak.

"What's going on?" He heard the gentle senior speak in a very clear voice as he expected.

Before He Qiutong opened his mouth, the beaten Huangmao said wow, "This man hit me for no reason! His attack is so fucking hard. Hiss——"

The senior looked at Huang Mao and then at him, and the eyes under the lens looked at him fixedly, with a question in his heart.

"He made the first move. At best, I was too defensive." He Qiutong didn't even bother to look at the dead man being supported.

"Then watch the surveillance."

Ling Lie's voice said what He Qiutong wanted to hear, and it was worthwhile for him to wait for Huang Mao to hit someone first.

The group of boys were visibly panicked, and Huang Mao's eyes also showed a bit of dodge.

Finally, the security department of the school came, and everything became clear after checking the surveillance.

This matter is big and small, and the elder brother of the security department suggested that it should be private.Huang Mao and He Qiutong will each conduct a 2000-word self-criticism, which will be handed over to their counselors next Monday.

The guard room was clearly defined, and all five of Huang Mao and the others stood there.He Qiutong was the only one here. He leaned against the table and put most of his body weight on his left foot.

Later that senior stood behind him, "Is there something wrong with your ankle?"

"It's okay." He Qiutong replied.

He Qiutong rolled his eyes at the group of people, and it was annoying to see that cowardly look.One more worry today.

He clenched his fist and waved at the man, making Huang Mao tremble with fright.

The senior patted He Qiutong's shoulder lightly, with a touch of comfort.

Miraculously, most of He Qiutong's anger was dispelled.It is like drinking a clear spring in the hot summer, it is calm from beginning to end.

He walked out of the security room with a 2000-word self-criticism on his back, and before he left, he heard the security room administrator tell the senior that Professor Shen was walking slowly.

This made He Qiutong a little unresponsive——

So it's not the senior.

Then I thought, is there such a young professor in our school?

He Qiutong limped back to the bedroom.

He put one hand against the wall of the bathroom, closed his eyes and let the hot water slowly pour down from the top of his head, he thought, how strange.After this afternoon, his mood was not so blocked.

-

Regardless of whether He Qiutong is willing or not, the weekend that makes people feel dizzy is still here.He didn't sleep well these days, and he came home with big dark circles under his eyes. He Li, his aunt and brother were all sitting at the table waiting for him to eat.

But he still noticed that when he stepped into this house, neither his He Li nor his aunt relaxed.

The younger brother was very happy, and jumped off the stool to hug his legs.

He Li asked with a flattering smile, are you back?Sit down and eat, this is made by your aunt...

He hummed casually, put his backpack on the sofa, rubbed his brother's hair to make him let go, washed his hands with a silent face, went to the table, and ate.

For some reason, this silent action became the spark that ignited He Li, and he suddenly exploded.Putting down the chopsticks with a snap, "Look at you, He Qiutong! This is your attitude towards the elders? How can there be a child like you who has no tutor in my family? After going to college, you don't learn the good ones, and learn the bad ones. "

He Qiutong didn't understand either. He could ignore these preachings before, but today, the dark things that were buried in his heart in the past have accumulated enough, like a napkin wetted with water and becoming sticky. It slapped his face hard, sticky and suffocating.

He didn't want to bear it anymore.

"Yes! I don't have a tutor! I don't study well! What else do you want from me? I went to Nantah University as you said! I stay here! What else do you want from me!"

He saw his younger brother holding the spoon helplessly, but he couldn't help it, he just felt like he was going to explode now.He couldn't help losing his temper in front of children, and he never thought of himself as a good brother.

"You've learned to talk back, haven't you? I let you study in Nantah University to let you learn to drive some bad motorcycles and fight, right? The counselor told me, do you think I don't know?"

"Yes, you know." You know shit!Didn't he already know what kind of person He Li is?

But he was still very uncomfortable.

Get out the door.

Motorcycles are speeding through the streets.The street scenes on both sides moved backward quickly, becoming blurred in He Qiutong's eyes.

The wind blows on the face, and there is a fine pain that is suddenly scratched by the A4 paper, and the eyes under the motorcycle mirror are slightly narrowed, as if there is a fire burning inside.

When he reached the downtown area, He Qiutong slowed down, and the sound of the wind in his ears became softer. He took off his goggles and clipped them to his collar, turned over and got out of the car.

The purpose of entering is a lighted vending machine, and in the window of the vending machine is an exaggerated light board with the word BLUE written on it.

Open the door of the vending machine and walk through the passageway with dim blue lights...

This is actually one of the doors in the BLUE bar.

-

Shen Chao sat at the bar and ordered a glass of gin and tonic.Sitting across from him was his college roommate Yang Fanyi, who had just returned from studying in the United States.

"Ms. Shen still maintains his health like this. After drinking gin and tonic for so many years, do you change the taste?" After Yang Fanyi asked, he turned to the bartender and asked for a glass of Meilun Bomb.

"Haven't you changed, you still like some Meilun bombs." Shen Chao asked back.

"Ham, I'm used to it. I'm finally back home. Does Mr. Shen miss me?" Yang Fanyi picked up the wine on the table and took a sip.

Shen Chao glanced at Yang Fanyi, "After all the foreign markets have come to China again? I don't know which girls are going to be harmed by you."

"The scourge is not enough, I just want to give every girl a home." I have to say, but looking at Yang Fanyi's appearance and family background, he does have the capital to raise fish, and it's no wonder that those men and women are rushing forward to make this prodigal son come back.

"Let's not talk about me, what about you, Old Shen. You don't want to find someone to fall in love with? Could it be that you are still thinking about the one in college?"

"You're thinking too much, but you haven't met the right one." Shen Chao raised his hand and took a sip of the wine, which was slightly bitter as usual.

Being single doesn't mean you can't forget your predecessors, it's just that you haven't met someone who can ignite yourself.

He didn't want to make do with it, so he stayed single all the time.

"A cup of tequila sunrise." Along with the voice came a hand holding a cigarette, with well-defined bones and fair skin, which looked good against the background of the smoke.

Shen Chao thought the same way, he looked up and found that this person looked familiar—it was the kid fighting with a limp leg.

He Qiutong also found Shen Chao, and glanced over there, without any embarrassment of meeting a teacher in a bar.He himself was not good at communication, so he just silently supported the bar and took a puff of cigarette.

After a while, the bartender handed him the prepared Tequila Sunrise. The color of the wine in the glass was beautiful, and the color gradually became darker from the mouth of the glass to the bottom of the glass.

It's like the sunrise seen through the window when I sat until dawn when I was a child.

He Qiutong smoked the cigarette with the wine glass, each mouthful infecting the lungs, and then slowly spit it out.

He put out the cigarette butt, took the wine and walked towards the empty bar over there.

Picking up the wine glass to sip one sip, the sweetness of the orange explodes in the mouth, leaving a trace of bitterness in the throat when the wine goes down.

He Qiutong thought a lot in his mind. He felt that he was becoming more and more abnormal. Sometimes the restlessness in his heart could only be calmed down when he was speeding on the street on a motorcycle. Gunpowder pack.

The long-lost insomnia found him again.

He remembered that early the morning before yesterday, when Wu Hao, who was on the opposite bed, got out of the bathroom, he was startled when he saw him smoking a cigarette on the balcony, and asked him what he was doing.He said, look at the scenery.Wu Hao smiled awkwardly and said brother, take your time...

He remembered that the sunrise that day was very beautiful, just as beautiful as the sunrise when he was a child, very much like the color of this glass of wine...

This glass of wine seemed to be very little, and before he recovered, the glass of wine was finished.

He lit another cigarette, the smell of nicotine was pungent and pleasant, and he felt a little bit over the top.

He Qiutong thought in a daze, yes, this drink is still so strong.

He saved a sliver of reason, called a surrogate driver, and planned to squat on the bar for a while.