longing for

"No," Song Zongyan didn't expect his roommates to misunderstand him, "I'm going to the supermarket to buy water, do you have anything to bring?"

Da Bin's gossip face suddenly collapsed: "Ah, then bring me a piece of ham."

Song Zongyan nodded seriously and went out.

Perhaps influenced by Dabin's date, Song Zongyan didn't want to go to the safe passage to confirm that someone was there, but actually went to the school supermarket.He bought water and some snacks in the supermarket, paid the money and came out, looking at the bag in his hand, he felt that he was really fascinated tonight.

He was actually used to hearing Qiu's endorsement every night, obviously he didn't want anything to do with him at all at first.It's only been a few days, and it seems that some memories have been emptied by itself, even the kiss that made him angry that night seems to have been deliberately forgotten.

The only blame is that during the few years as friends, he got used to Wen Qiu's approach.He had to admit that Wen Qiu might be different from others.

Song Zongyan was standing at the door with a bag in his hand, and was about to go back to the dormitory and go straight to sleep, when voices suddenly sounded from the dark stairs next to him.

"...I don't blame you anymore, it's just a breakup. Do you want to be so moaning." With a heavy nasal voice, hoarse and helpless, Wen Qiu came down the stairs holding his phone.

I met Song Zongyan who was standing next to the stairs.

Wen Qiu was a little surprised, hung up the phone, and quickly recovered his natural tone: "Why are you here?"

The screen of his mobile phone was facing his face, and with a flicker of light, Song Zongyan caught a glimpse of his eyelids turning red.

"Shopping." Song Zongyan said.

"Oh." Wen Qiu nodded and stood on the steps without coming down, "Do you have any paper?"

"What?" Song Zongyan reacted and shook his head, "No."

"Then can you help me buy wrapping paper?" Wen Qiu asked.

Song Zongyan paused, and the other party's red eyelids and strong nasal voice flashed past.He went back to the supermarket and bought a pack of tissues.When he came back, Wen Qiu still stood on the steps and did not move. He took the paper and turned around but immediately walked upstairs. A voice came from the darkness: "Wait for me a moment."

This building is jokingly called the Little Red Building. The first floor is a supermarket and a badminton room. The second to fifth floors are empty, without electrical circuits, and it gets dark at night, so many students like to come here for trysts.

Not long after, there was the sound of trampling footsteps in the empty stairwell, and Wen Qiu came down from the stairs with something wrapped in paper in his hand.

"Okay, let's go," Wen Qiu walked in front of him, and Song Zongyan smelled a strong smell of smoke.

"Cigarette butts." Wen Qiu noticed his eyes, held up the paper ball in his hand, and smiled from his nose, "What do you think I did with it?"

Song Zongyan frowned.

Wen Qiu threw away the cigarette butt, and the two walked out of the red building one after the other.He knew that Song Zongyan didn't like the smell of cigarettes, so he explained redundantly: "I don't usually smoke much, you know."

"I don't know you that well." Song Zongyan brushed his face off.

Wen Qiu's smile froze, and his footsteps stopped: "I was dumped, it's so miserable, can't you say something to make me happy?"

The temperature in the snow melting day is lower than usual, and it is freezing outside, and everything is silent and silent.

Song Zongyan heard that there were no footsteps behind him, so he continued to walk forward. After walking a few steps, he had to stop and turned around.

"Sun Shilou?"

"Who else?" Wen Qiu said.

In the evening, Sun Shilou called to see him, and he had to say some things face to face.The breakup really needs to be said face to face, not to mention that he cheated on her.

Wen Qiu actually doesn't care much about what he has to say, what is his relationship with Sun Shilou?It can't be called a formal relationship, but it has a name-if they are not in love, then the coming out of the closet that caused a sensation in the whole school is not a false joke.

During the days when grandma passed away, Sun Shilou couldn't get in touch with Wen Qiu. He was actually very angry, and somehow he was somewhat upset at being "cold and violent" by someone, so the two broke off contact.Young Master Sun had a rich private life, and it was not uncommon for him to meet a girl he was attracted to within a few days.So when he got acquainted with a freshman female student from the film and television academy, he fell at a speed that eight horses couldn't hold back.

Before establishing a relationship with someone, Sun Shilou naturally wanted to break off with Wen Qiu first, but the words rolled on his lips several times and he didn't know how to open his mouth.After procrastinating and procrastinating until before the Spring Festival, he finally made up his mind to make it clear.

Sun Shilou was not as foolish as the rumors said. He felt sorry for Wen Qiu, and after apologizing, he said word by word: "If you are particularly angry, you can beat me up. If I don't fight back, I just let you relieve your anger."

Wen Qiu couldn't help laughing: "Why should I hit you?"

Sun Shilou was even more embarrassed when he saw that he was neither angry nor violent.

"Aren't you gay?" Wen Qiu leaned against the wall and said suddenly, "I just came here for fun? In fact, I still like girls."

Sun Shilou scratched his head: "Maybe, I think, Wen Qiu, in fact, you may not be, it's okay if you treat girls badly, we are still young, maybe..."

A "pop" interrupted Sun Shilou's words, his neck hurt and his eyes widened immediately.

Wen Qiu withdrew his hand calmly: "There is a bug."

"Oh." Sun Shilou nodded dully while touching his sore neck.

"Okay, now I've hit you," Wen Qiu said, "I'm not angry, so let's call it the end."

"Huh? Take this?"

"Then what do you want? Do you want to promote it on big-character posters? Or do you want me to stalk you so that you can get along with others?"

"No, no." Sun Shilou's hand shaking doubled, subconsciously took a few steps, and then turned around: "Then we..."

"It's okay." Wen Qiu said.

Sun Shilou breathed a sigh of relief, and said again, "I'm sorry."

"Hurry up, I'm sorry for so many. By the way, do you have any cigarettes? If you have any, leave them." Wen Qiu said.

"Aren't you going?" Sun Shilou went up two steps and handed him the cigarette, and after a long time took out the lighter.He didn't bring the few lighters he usually used. He only had a plastic lighter from the Internet cafe on his body.

Sun Shilou walked out of the gate of the red building, and couldn't help turning around to take a look.There are no electrical circuits in the building, and every floor is dark when you look up, and you can't see anything.It suddenly occurred to him that after being together for a few months, Wen Qiu had given him a few small and insignificant presents, and it wasn't always true if he said it was a gift, but he just threw it to him casually.And I never gave Wen Qiu anything—except for the pack of cigarettes and a plastic lighter that I left just now.

What are they doing these months?

There was no echo of footsteps in the empty room.Wen Qiu bit his cigarette and felt it was funny, everything was funny.The cigarette butts were on and off, and it was the only source of heat. He greedily smoked one after another until the cigarette case was empty.

The text messages on the mobile phone kept coming. Qiu Yunqing was waiting at the airport with his parents. She was worried about Wen Qiu, and sent a long message asking him to be careful when he returned home from vacation, and expressing his guilt for wanting to celebrate the New Year alone.

Alone, he was alone again.There is not even a false love affair that is plausible and everyone gets what they want.

A thin layer of halo was illuminated by the street lamp, and the two stood face to face in the cold room, surrounded by silence, even the sound of the wind gradually died down.

Wen Qiu's face was melted into a fluffy halo, and the redness on the eyelids still hasn't faded, as if he had cried.

Song Zongyan had never seen him cry.

"You like him very much?"

Wen Qiu was startled: "You mean Sun Shilou?"

He couldn't help laughing at Song Zongyan's acquiescence, sighing and feeling helpless, "Song Zongyan, don't you know who I like?"