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Wen Qiu clutched the puppet pendant on the schoolbag, and argued: "That's because you never answered directly, I can't be sure of anything, nothing..." His voice trembled a little.

"I said that you have reached the score line of those schools in Beijing." Song Zongyan looked directly at him and pierced him, "Wen Qiu, are you so stupid that you can't even understand the subtext?"

Wen Qiu opened his mouth but couldn't say anything. It was the first time that Song Zongyan was so "sharp-mouthed" and unforgiving.He comes from a wealthy family, with excellent studies and good looks. He usually looks gentle and kind and doesn't care about others, but it doesn't mean he has no temper.Wen Qiu kept the matter of volunteering a secret until now, which touched Song Zongyan's displeasure - no one likes to be concealed or played by others.

"I just want you to tell me clearly..." Wen Qiu said.

"Tell you what?" Song Zongyan was rarely aroused by his attitude and wording, "I like you? Are you willing to accept you? Want you to go to Beijing?"

Wen Qiu Dingding looked at him, still making people angry: "So the answer is yes?"

"Do you still care about this, and don't even bother to explain?" Song Zongyan laughed angrily: "You always like to throw questions to others, but you always decide the answer yourself. Do you care what my answer is?"

"Of course I care." Wen Qiu wanted to touch him, and repeated, "Of course I care."

"Do you care?" Song Zongyan suddenly thought of something he didn't want to mind, "But one summer vacation, you suddenly kept a distance from me, were with Sun Shilou, came out in the whole school, and then broke up suddenly, saying that you actually like it It's me, who has been controlling my thoughts, I finally... Forget it."

never mind.Song Zongyan drank a little wine at night, not too much, but it was already a bit excessive for his drinking capacity.After talking a lot angrily, he suddenly woke up and swallowed the rest of the words.

Does Wen Qiu's behavior show that he cares about his answer?He didn't know it before, but now he knows it.So what else is there to say.

Wen Qiu didn't expect him to say these words, he didn't react for a while, and was dazed for a long time.Song Zongyan didn't want to quarrel anymore - it was the first time he had quarreled with someone like this.

Song Zongyan went to get the schoolbag, Wen Qiu subconsciously held the puppet pendant tightly to prevent him from leaving, the two tugged a few times, Wen Qiu's side suddenly lost strength, and the head of the pendant that fell off once broke off again.Wen Qiu quickly let go, and the broken piece rolled onto the sofa. He immediately picked it up and wanted to hand it to the other party: "It broke again."

Song Zongyan picked up the schoolbag, but didn't pick it up, and didn't even look at it: "No need."

Wen Qiu put his outstretched hand there empty, and he blinked.

At this time, the door of the box was pushed open, and the two waiters saw that their expressions were not good, and they didn't come in directly for a while. Or wait a while?"

Song Zongyan didn't make them wait, so he calmed down, nodded his thanks, and walked out.

Wen Qiu was still sitting on the sofa holding the broken pendant in a daze. He didn't expect Song Zongyan to be so angry. He looked at his back, as if the distance between them had been opened again—and this time it was the same as before. no the same.He didn't get it before, but this time he screwed up when he was about to get it, maybe he will face a joy in vain.

Wen Qiu was flustered suddenly, he lost all his thoughts about taking Joe, so he hurriedly chased him out.

Song Zongyan walked quickly in front, as if he hadn't thought about waiting for him, Wen Qiu raised his voice behind to persuade him to stay: "Song Zongyan, Song Zongyan, let's talk, I can explain."

Song Zongyan didn't intend to pay attention to him, but Wen Qiu's tone was not small, which attracted the attention of the doorman at the entrance of the hotel and passers-by. The crowd looked over curiously, but Wen Qiu didn't hold back at all.

Song Zongyan had no choice but to move faster.

Wen Qiu chased after him and wanted to pull his arm: "Speak clearly before leaving, I didn't explain anything just now."

Song Zongyan kept walking: "What else do you want to say?" He asked, but he didn't intend to listen at all.

"Don't be angry, I can explain, I didn't go to Beijing because..." Wen Qiu said.

"Is this what I'm angry about?" Song Zongyan interrupted him: "You have thousands of reasons not to go to Beijing, and I don't care."

He was angry that Wen Qiu concealed it from him.

Wen Qiu couldn't make sense, and Song Zongyan started to leave again. He was anxious, and suddenly grabbed the man from behind and pushed him into the bushes next to him. Song Zongyan didn't notice for a while, and the two almost fell into the green belt together.

"You..." Song Zongyan's words were blocked.

Wen Qiu kissed him heavily.

the second time!

Wen Qiu would only use such strong and useless means.Song Zongyan gritted his teeth angrily to prevent him from intruding, so he bit the person's lip. The pain caused him to open his lip, and his tongue took the opportunity to drive straight in, even messing with the other person's.

After Song Zongyan was shocked, he pushed the person away, and Wen Qiu was staggered by his push.He wiped his lips and stared at the other party: "Interesting?"

Wen Qiu gasped for breath, but stared at him fiercely: "You must not go!" He was threatening, but the tears overflowed unconsciously, and the deterrent effect of these words was gone.

Song Zongyan also glared at him, his mouth hurting, Wen Qiu's eyes were dark and his lips were bright red, and he repeated: "You are not allowed to go."

Song Zongyan suddenly stepped forward and pushed him onto the tree trunk. Wen Qiu was caught off guard, and his back hit the rough tree trunk, and his eyes turned black instantly due to the pain.He was still a little surprised, but a figure pressed down immediately, biting his lip heavily.

Wen Qiu's eyes widened and he didn't recover, Song Zongyan hugged his waist hard, biting his lips with several times more force than he had just now.It was painful and numb, and after a while, the smell of blood filled his mouth.

This was the first time Song Zongyan kissed him. Wen Qiu felt trembling all over when he thought of this. He tried to relax himself and wanted to respond, but it hurt too much. Song Zongyan's kissing skills were terrible, not to mention that this kiss had no warmth, it was all violent vent.He gradually felt that he couldn't breathe, the other party's tongue sucked the air in his mouth little by little, and the saliva and blood mixed into the sound of wet water.

"Hmm..." Wen Qiu put his arms behind Song Zongyan's neck, trying to comfort him.

But the other party let him go suddenly, without Song Zongyan's arm support, Wen Qiu's whole body went limp and he almost fell to the ground.His legs were trembling, and he managed to stand still, his breathing was short of breath, and the corners of his eyes were red.

Song Zongyan took a few steps back, panting for breath, without a smile on his face: "That's all you want?"

Wen Qiu shook his head.He wanted to say no.

But Song Zongyan didn't want to listen. He mentioned the schoolbag that fell on the ground: "If you are satisfied, let's stop here."

"Do you think I don't want to go to Beijing?" Wen Qiu was afraid that he would leave, so he raised his voice, he didn't want to stop here with him, "I'm just one step away from being with you, do you think I'm willing to give up?"

He likes Song Zongyan so much.

Song Zongyan paused slightly in his steps.

The two of them made a lot of noise, curious passers-by couldn't help tiptoeing their heads and looking into the bushes, seeing two boys inside, they couldn't help muttering.

Wen Qiu heard it, he exhaled, tried his best to calm down, and took two steps forward to grab Song Zongyan's hand: "Let's find a place where we can talk, don't rush away, okay?"

There is no wind in the summer night, and the sultry air is mixed with humidity, like a prelude to the coming of a shower.Song Zongyan felt that his hand that was tightly held by the other party was stained with a little wet sweat, wet and sticky, and stuck together with the other party's mixed crying voice.

It's easier said than done.

The night was as cold as water, and the night in the downtown area finally became a little quieter. On the empty road, a woman who drank too much was arguing with her boyfriend.A circle of mosquitoes surrounds the orange street lamp, and when one walks into the light, a few insects fly to follow the sound and buzz around the ear.

Song Zongyan agreed to talk to him. He was calm most of the time, knowing that quarreling could not solve the problem, and it was even more embarrassing to argue on the street.

The surrounding area is full of busy vehicles and pedestrians, it is not a place for conversation - the hotel box just now has a waiter cleaning it.

Wen Qiu suggested: "My house is nearby, and there is no one there tonight." Not only tonight, but from now on, there will be no one else at home except himself.

Song Zongyan didn't know this story, but after a few minutes of calmness, his emotions were no longer so intense.He's rarely angry, and doesn't know why he felt so angry just now—it clearly cares.

Wen Qiu always has such a magical power that makes him give up his principles time and time again.After being angry, Song Zongyan wanted to hear his explanation again—maybe it would be a good thing for him to separate. Is homosexuality a fun identity?But Wen Qiu, that's Wen Qiu, looking at him so earnestly, he couldn't leave.

The two of them were silent all the way, not saying a word.Song Zongyan didn't look up at the two-story building until he reached the door of Xiaohuilou. Under the cover of the summer night and the surrounding sycamore trees, the small building almost disappeared into the blackness.

"I live here." Wen Qiu followed his gaze and looked up. The height of the two-storey building was no higher than a tree that had grown for decades. "Is this your first time here?"

During the two years they were friends, Wen Qiu visited Song Zongyan's house more than once, and met his parents and sister several times.But Song Zongyan had never heard Wen Qiu mention his family situation.Boys are not so delicate in mind, so they don't care much about these details.

Song Zongyan withdrew his gaze and didn't plan to follow up any further: "If you have anything to say, say it here."

"There is no one at home." Wen Qiu felt that these words should contain an ambiguous invitation, but at this moment he couldn't have such a thought at all, "Why don't you go in and have a look? It will be demolished in two days, and maybe there will be no chance in the future."

He moved his shoulders to the side, allowing Song Zongyan to see the notice posted on the wall, and the red letters of the demolition notice on his head were very conspicuous.

The two stood at the door in a stalemate for a minute or two.

The iron door was rusted, and the keyhole was difficult to open. Wen Qiu lowered his head and opened the door by the light of the street lamp. From Song Zongyan's angle, he could see his straight nose and tight lips.

Wen Qiu was nervous, and his hand to unlock the lock was trembling slightly.

"Come in." Turning the key, Wen Qiu pushed open the iron door, "It's kind of dark, wait a minute."

He took a few steps forward and turned on a light.The small courtyard is fully visible in front of the eyes, with flowers, vines, plants and trees everywhere, leaving only a narrow stone path leading to the unit corridor.

"My father and his girlfriend lived on the first floor," Wen Qiu introduced to him, "They are all gone now."

The identities contained in these words are very strange, dad and his girlfriend?But Song Zongyan didn't ask much.

There was a layer of dust on the wooden handrail, and no one wiped it after the old lady of the Wen family passed away. Qiu Yunqing was physically inconvenient, and Wen Qiu couldn't think of this layer of trivial daily chores.

"I live on the second floor, with my grandma." Wen Qiu said as he went upstairs.

Hearing him mention grandma, Song Zongyan paused, and immediately remembered that the old man died only in winter.

But when I opened the door on the second floor, I was really taken aback, because the first thing I saw was the four posthumous photos hanging on the wall.

Wen Qiu noticed that his footsteps stopped at the door, and turned around and said, "Are you scared? There are very few homes where this kind of photo is hung like this. I was also very scared when I first came here."

Song Zongyan didn't go in, he frowned: "What do you mean now?"

"I want you to see the place where I grew up." Wen Qiu's face still had the blush after the fierce quarrel and kiss, his eyes were faintly glowing in the dark, "I want to share myself with you."

Want to share myself with you.

Song Zongyan looked at him silently outside the door.

Wen Qiu was an orphan. Before the age of seven, he was kindly adopted by Wen Zhengyang after going through several foster families, and finally settled down.He lived in this old house when he was seven years old and has been there until now.

Song Zongyan was sitting on the old sofa, Wen Qiu brought him a bottle of steaming Coke, but he didn't drink it.Wen Qiu felt that standing there would be at a loss, so he went to squeeze the juice.The juicer was rumbling across the room.

He never took the initiative to mention these things in the past. First, the boy's insignificant and worthless self-esteem was causing trouble, and second, he never had the opportunity to talk about each other's past in such an in-depth manner with others—it was still a disgraceful and dark story.

"...Sister Yun needs me," Wen Qiu whispered in the rumbling voice, "I need her too."

Life is too impermanent.When Wen's grandma was still there, Wen Qiu also selfishly thought that she could be with Qiu Yunqing, and it would not be a problem for her to wander around the world by herself.But grandma left so suddenly, she disappeared overnight.Now he only has Qiu Yunqing...

"So you don't need me?" Song Zongyan said.

"Need!" Wen Qiu Fei quickly refuted him to show his affection, "Of course I need it. But it's different."

"You've been hiding it from me."

"I'm going to tell you." Wen Qiu argued.

"Wait until the notice comes out or start school?" Song Zongyan sarcastically said.

Wen Qiu was choked: "I want to tell you when I volunteer."

Song Zongyan was full of distrust.

Wen Qiu felt hurt: "Really."

He stood by the refrigerator and looked at Song Zongyan on the sofa, and for a moment he felt that the other party was actually far away from him.

As Song Zongyan said, Wen Qiu likes to throw problems to others, but in the end he always insists on making his own decisions.Even if he told Song Zongyan, no matter what the other party said, he would choose to stay.Because of Qiu Yunqing.

He likes Wen Qiu and wants to be with Wen Qiu——Song Zongyan hasn't said these words clearly, and Wen Qiu will be afraid if he runs after him.So he procrastinated again and again, like a death sentence with reprieve, without expressing his wish.

Because Wen Qiu knows better than anyone else that at such a moment when the relationship has not even been confirmed, will Song Zongyan's little heartbeat make him ignore reality and reason to accept a long-distance relationship that lasts at least four years?

"If you can't go to Beijing together, are you still willing to stay with me?"