longing for

It was too early for dinner, and there were hardly any students in the cafeteria.Wen Qiu just came back from the school swimming team training, and when he passed by the cafeteria, he went in and bought an egg pancake, no eggs, green onion, garlic, lettuce and pepper.With a book under one arm and a hot pancake in his hand, he walked towards the dormitory building.Song Zongyan said that he had a student meeting tonight, and it was inconvenient to listen to the voice, so Wen Qiu could only type with one hand.

Yu Guang, a senior from the same department sitting next to him, scanned the WeChat interface that Song Zongyan had opened, and there was a very conspicuous sentence on it.

"Is it tonight?"

……

The senior was taken aback, and glanced back and forth at the junior in horror.

Song Zongyan replied with a normal expression: "Later, around ten o'clock."

After he returned, he realized that someone beside him was looking at him.

The senior suddenly showed a winking expression that men can understand: "Is your girlfriend? Quite special."

Song Zongyan knew he had misunderstood: "It's asking if I want to play daily."

"..." The senior said every single word with twists and turns.

Teenage boys can't resist the temptation of games, and spend all their spare time in the boys' dormitory playing games.Wen Qiu didn't have much interest in these things at first, he just played around occasionally under the influence of his ears and eyes.What's surprising is that his days of dating someone online came to light a few days ago, and his relationship with his girlfriend online and offline is as close as glue.

Wen Qiu gained experience.He and Song Zongyan were in a long-distance relationship, and their fate was connected by a network cable. They usually chatted on WeChat and made video calls, but the topics gradually fixed on those places, and soon they had nothing to say.So he pulled Song Zongyan to start playing online games.Other people's online dating can run towards the broad road of marriage like glue, it makes no sense that their couple will be separated by distance and time.

Zhang Fengyang, a game madman, often hangs out with them.On the night of the winter solstice, Song Zongyan traveled all over the world and traveled all the way to the school to find Wen Qiu. After the incident, he was more or less aware of the relationship between the two.The two got together and fell in love, Zhang Fengyang's jaw dropped in shock, but Chu Wenxin was very calm, pinched her fingers and said quietly: "It really is so."

Zhang Fengyang deeply felt that this woman had the temperament of a magic stick.

In the evening, the three of them played a black game and played a popular escape game.As soon as Zhang Fengyang went online, he was stopped by a netizen, asking if it would be okay to bring him along?Zhang Fengyang said, of course, you are so skilled.

They are all acquaintances and boys, so they speak casually.That buddy played with the three of them all the way, and suddenly realized: "You two are gay?"

Wen Qiu: "... Hey, who will pick up this gun?"

"Really!" He was obviously excited a few degrees, as if he was watching a gorilla, "I actually met a living gay."

Zhang Fengyang said: "Hey, why do your words sound so strange?"

"Are you too?" He asked Zhang Fengyang.

Zhang Fengyang said, "I'm not. There's someone behind the tree, so concentrate on playing the game."

"Oh." The buddy raised his hand and shot, and after a few minutes of silence, he rubbed next to Wen Qiu, "Hey, are you and that garbled man a couple?"

The garbled character is Song Zongyan. The ID he gets from playing any game is either the system name or random codes.It looks casual, but he is actually a scientific player, using mathematics, physics and chemistry to calculate dps, equipment and other data all day long.With the reputation of not wasting geniuses, Wen Qiu drove him to write macro commands whenever he had time.

"Yes." Wen Qiu replied.

Unexpectedly, after Wen Qiu talked to him, he suddenly got excited, and kept jumping around asking about this and that. When he asked whether the man used PY to do that kind of thing, Wen Qiu wanted to shoot him in the head.

Zhang Fengyang was a little speechless: "What are you asking nonsense? Get out if you don't play games."

"Then why don't you just ask about jb!" He was still happy.

Song Zongyan was speechless: "..."

After this fight, Zhang Fengyang immediately kicked the person out, and said angrily: "Damn, delete friends quickly, what kind of sand sculpture! Fortunately, there is no vendetta in this game, otherwise I would kill myself by killing his account!"

It's normal to encounter neurosis while playing games, Wen Qiu in turn comforted him: "It's all right, let's continue."

Seeing that they didn't care, Zhang Fengyang felt relieved, after all, he brought the lunatic.Song Zongyan received a message in his private chat, Wen Qiu sent a kitchen knife dripping with blood.

Song Zongyan immediately understood what he meant, and returned a kitchen knife dripping with blood.

Wen Qiu burst out laughing, Zhang Fengyang was taken aback by him and asked what are you laughing at.

It's just an expression that everyone often sends, but when Song Zongyan sent it, Wen Qiu felt that it was very cute, and unconsciously imagined the scene of the other party waving a kitchen knife to chop up the bad-mouthed buddy just now.

If you like someone, you may not be able to help but laugh just by seeing a full stop casually posted by him.

The weather was getting colder, and after two or three snowfalls, the first semester of freshman year was finally over.A solo trip for the two of them was on the agenda during the winter vacation, and there were no accidents this time.Wen Qiu's holiday was a week later than Song Zongyan's, and the two went to Qinghai before the Spring Festival.

Winter is not the best season for traveling in Qinghai, and the two of them began to doubt their lives when they left the airport.

Wen Qiu clasped his arms and shook like chaff: "Why do we come here on such a cold day?"

Song Zongyan replied: "No, no, no, I don't know, I know."

They took a look at the embarrassment of the other party being frozen like a dog, and at the same time burst into ruthless ridicule, and then choked a mouthful of cold frost into their throats.

"..."

On the first night of the bitter and cold trip, a quarrel broke out. The two blamed each other, and investigated whether they proposed to come here. In the end, there was no result, so they had to hug each other to keep warm and sleep.

On the first day they walked around Xining, the weather was so cold that ice fell off, and Wen Qiu shivered wherever he went.Fortunately, the sun came out in the afternoon, and it was better than nothing to get some heat.

There are not too many tourists in Kumbum Temple with bells and incense tripods.Song Zongyan thought that the two of them didn't believe this, so if they went in, it was probably a visit here.It can be heard that Qiu is unexpectedly devout.

"My grandma believes in Buddhism." He said, "Every year, I go to the temple on the mountain to pray for blessings and burn incense."

Maybe because my son is a policeman and his job is dangerous, so he is devout.

Only when people have faith can they survive the unbearable pain and the long time.

The two of them didn't follow a group on this trip. The northwest is vast and the scenic spots are far away, so they had to choose carpooling.They were lucky enough to run into an elderly couple traveling by car.The old lady was older, but she was not afraid of looking old at all, so she dyed her hair full of silver.Her husband, who appears to be in his early 50s, was in the army when he was young, and is in good health even now.

According to what they said, the couple live in Haidong City, and they have to drive nearby for a trip every year.

Wen Qiu is not withdrawn, but he is not acquainted, he is not even an obedient boy who can be coaxed by his elders, but he is extremely sympathetic with this strange old lady.I often chatted with people in the car and laughed, very happy.

"You still listen to this song!" Wen Qiu was teaching someone to download an app in the back seat, and when he heard the old lady humming along with the car music, he exclaimed, "It's too trendy."

The old lady said: "Where is the trend? This is a song from decades ago!"

The songs of THE BLUE HEARTS are indeed old.

"Listening to punk rock is not trendy yet," Wen Qiu said.

The old lady flicked the rivets on her inner lining: "My clothes are also very damp!"

Wen Qiu laughed and gave a thumbs up: "Grandma Punk!"

The road stretches straight south to the end of the horizon, and when the weather is good, the clouds separate into layers and diffuse a beautiful caramel color.

"You two are traveling together, are you friends or brothers?" The old lady chatted with them.

"Friend." Wen Qiu said.

"Aren't the parents worried? Are you an adult?"

"Just coming of age."

"Young! Are you in college?"

"It's only this year."

……

"Why didn't you come with the child?" The conversation in the back seat was in full swing.Song Zongyan put down the navigation and felt that he had to say something, so he tried to break the conversation with the slightly silent driver.

The driver was obviously not good at words, so he said ah: "No children."

Song Zongyan: "..."

The old lady raised her head in the back seat and answered, "The child is gone. The plane crashed."

If it wasn't for sitting in the car, Song Zongyan probably would have bowed and apologized: "I'm sorry."

"It's all right," the old lady waved her hand, "It's been a few years."

The daughter and son-in-law immigrated abroad a long time ago. When they returned home with their grandson three years ago, the plane crashed and there were no bones left.

For a while in the car, there was only high-pitched rock music roaring from the ears to the chest.After ten minutes of silence, the old lady who was watching the scenery outside the window hummed softly again.

"I can't sing, but I don't even understand it." The old lady turned her head and smiled at Wen Qiu, "My grandson likes to listen to it, so I listened to it and played along. It's quite noisy, but lively."

"Yeah." Wen Qiu nodded and laughed, "I like to listen too. It's lively."

The old lady is more than half of the locals and is very good at eating. She took the two juniors along the way to eat a lot of local specialties.Wen Qiu loves to eat noodles. When he made his own seasoning, he poured more than half a bowl of chili oil, which was very red and scary.

Song Zongyan kept staring at him eating noodles, Wen Qiu rolled up a ball and motioned him to taste it: "Why just watch, come and try."

The other party shook his head and firmly refused: "Is it spicy?"

"It's not spicy, the chili here is not spicy at all." Wen Qiu was very sincere.

"You are sweating." Song Zongyan didn't believe it.

Wen Qiu said: "I am hot, the air conditioner in this store is too strong."

One of them attacked and the other retreated, and they were quarreling over the same chopsticks.Like a seven or eight-year-old child.In the end, Wen Qiu stuffed the chopsticks into Song Zongyan's mouth.

Song Zongyan swallowed it down: "...Fortunately, it's not spicy."

"That's what it is," Wen Qiu said dissatisfied, "Can I lie to you?"

The old lady and her husband watched and laughed.

It's good to be young, with vigorous vitality and strong love, hate, sorrow and joy.

The night in the northwest fell completely dark. Base 151 was empty and quiet. The driver wanted to smoke, so they stopped the car, and a few of them leaned on the car to chat.The night wind was bleak, and everyone was tightly wrapped up.

"You can't see many stars due to light pollution." Wen Qiu looked up at the night sky, and there was only one bright star hanging in the sky.

"Yes, when we were young, we could even see the Big Dipper in summer," said the old lady.

"What were you like when you were young?" Wen Qiu asked beside her.

"When we were young..."

All around are the dark shadows of buildings and the bright lights of passing vehicles.Wen Qiu quietly listened to her telling the story, and for a moment seemed to go back many years ago - the summer when he came to Wen's house, his old lady moved a cot in the yard, and watched the stars and told stories with him.

The smoking man came back and heard her babble about the trivial matters of not being able to eat, not being able to go to school, and getting married after only meeting her husband once, and said: "Who wants to listen to you talking about that, talking about it to other people's children."

The old lady talked back to him, and then asked, "Is it boring?"

Wen Qiu said: "No, everyone in elementary school used to write essays and they all loved to write about looking at the stars and listening to grandma telling stories at night in summer."

The old lady smiled happily: "You all made it up!"

After that, she stopped nagging and went to her husband to give him a thermos.

Song Zongyan and Wen Qiu were still leaning on the car and looking at the night sky dotted with only one star.

Song Zongyan made a joke: "Now the stars are gone."

Wen Qiu looked at him and said, "Grandma is gone."

Song Zongyan: "...Sorry."

However, Wen Qiu laughed, looking at the bright star in the distance: "Why don't you be so unlucky that you can hurt people by saying something casually."

Happy times are always short, and on the sixth day the old couple said their goodbyes.Wen Qiu didn't know whether it was because he was not acclimatized to the environment or because he ate too much beef and mutton that day. He developed a low-grade fever and was always in a sluggish state.When I got in the car, I fell asleep, and I could only eat stuffed skin and yogurt for dinner.

The old lady was worried about him and asked her husband to turn down the air conditioner in the car, so as not to aggravate the condition due to the large temperature difference when going out.

Wen Qiu's fever was not serious, but he felt dizzy and nauseated.Whose hand did I catch when I fell asleep—rough and dry, with thick calluses on the palm.

This is the hand of the old couple.

His originally heavy breathing suddenly became much lighter, and he held on to that hand.

When Wen Qiu woke up, he realized that he was holding someone's hand, so he quickly apologized.The old lady said that it was all right, but at the end she was afraid of his embarrassment, pointed to the prayer beads on his wrist, and asked, "Why do you boys wear a prayer beads? I thought only old ladies like us would like it."

Wen Qiu touched the dark-colored Buddhist beads on his wrist, lowered his eyes, and took a long time to reply: "My grandma's."

The old man's heart is like a mirror, and he understood the meaning as soon as he heard it, so he smiled and stopped mentioning it.

The four said goodbye at the hotel entrance.The old lady with the wind blowing in the northwest was flying in the air with her hair full of silver threads. She hugged Wen Qiu and Song Zongyan.The smell of the old man was very similar, and as soon as Wen Qiu closed his eyes, he didn't know who the person standing in front of him was in a daze.

"By the way," the old lady said, "Can I have a look at the photos you took for us these days? I'll delete them so you can send them to me when you go back."

"Yeah." Song Zongyan handed her the camera, "I'll copy it to the computer and send it to you when I get back."

"Hey, thank you." The old lady is pretty good at fiddling with electronic products, but her eyesight is bad, and she looked at a photo for a long time, "This one is not good, it made me fat."

"Hmm. I'm not good at technology, so I didn't choose the right angle." Song Zongyan accepted the criticism humbly.

"It's not your fault, I'm fat." The old lady teased him.

The photos went down one by one, and suddenly Song Zongyan was startled, reaching out his hand to get the camera: "Wait a minute, I..."

But it was too late.A photo has been shown showing two boys kissing in the open air.

Song Zongyan pursed his lips.

Wen Qiu was not feeling very well, but he also raised his eyes and moved over to take a look, his eyes flashed immediately.

The old lady paused, looked at it for a long time, and then smiled again: "This picture is beautiful, really beautiful. Send me a copy when the time comes, okay?"

Wen Qiu and Song Zongyan looked at each other.

The old lady returned the camera without any surprise, her eyes were cloudy but warm, and said, "It's good, you are all good children."

The northwest wind was so fierce that the chest and eyes of the people who blew it seemed to be choked with grinding gravel, and they almost shed tears.

Wen Qiu leaned on Song Zongyan, watching the black off-road vehicle getting further and further away, and soon condensed into a point on the distant road.Then he turned around and buried his face into Song Zongyan's neck.

"I miss my old lady."

Song Zongyan sighed slightly and touched his neck: "The wind is too strong, let's go back to the hotel first."

Wen Qiu spent most of the night in the hotel, covered under the quilt.In the early morning, Song Zongyan woke up and touched his forehead, he probably didn't have a fever.

Wen Qiu was woken up by him, looked at the boy who was close to his forehead, and kissed him lightly.The kiss was immediately deepened, the lips and tongue blended together, and the water sizzled.Not long after, the two of them became short of breath and hot, and Wen Qiu rubbed against his body like a small animal.

"I have to catch a plane tomorrow." Song Zongyan put his arms around his waist to keep him from moving.

"Use another method." Wen Qiu lightly licked his chin, raised his head with bright eyes, and his spirit was revived after an illness, "You have never tried it."

Song Zongyan was dumb for a few seconds, and asked humbly, "What?"

Wen Qiu stuck out his bright tongue, pulled his hand and put it into his warm mouth, his eyes slightly bent, and said seductively, "Have you tried this?"

He stretched out his tongue to lick the other's slender fingers, and after a while, those two fingers were glistening with saliva.

Song Zongyan quickly reacted provocatively, and his stomach was on fire.The two of them have been tired from traveling for a while, sometimes they have to ride a car during the day, and sometimes they have to ride a camel, so there is no chance to soothe their lust.

He poked two fingers into Wen Qiu's mouth, which was full of eroticism.

Wen Qiu licked those two fingers in his mouth, and spat them out again. He lowered his arms, opened his underwear, and held the penis that had reacted.

"There are more comfortable ones." He moved the utensils in his hands a few times, and suddenly took a sip of the mineral water provided by the hotel.

Song Zongyan didn't have time to stop it: "Aren't you afraid of burning again?"

As soon as the words fell, Wen Qiu already lay down on his lower body, and opened his mouth to hold the penis that was slowly erecting.

Song Zongyan: "!"

The mouth that has just been soaked in mineral water is cold, but it quickly heats up. No one can resist the stimulation of ice and fire.The thing under the crotch hardened immediately, poking against the soft and moist mouth.

Wen Qiu buried himself in his lower body and was doing oral jerk. He even wanted to try deepthroat, so he sucked the long and thick thing in his mouth.

Song Zongyan felt the constriction of his throat, and his scalp went numb for a moment. He resisted the strong desire not to thrust into that soft mouth.

Then dragged the owner of the pained face upwards.

"Okay!" He stopped the other party.

It was indeed too difficult to take a deep throat, Wen Qiu didn't insist anymore, he obediently licked and swallowed the thing until Song Zongyan couldn't help ejaculating.

Shot him in the face, and even got a few drops in his mouth.

Song Zongyan wiped his face and hair with paper immediately after shooting: "Is it uncomfortable?"

Wen Qiu's lips and the corners of his eyes were red, but he shook his head: "It's not uncomfortable. Are you comfortable?"

Song Zongyan kissed the corner of his mouth: "Don't do it next time."

"Uncomfortable?" Wen Qiu asked him.

Song Zongyan was a little hard to say: "Comfortable is comfortable..."

"It's good to be comfortable," Wen Qiu hugged him, "I'm happy if you're comfortable."

Song Zongyan touched his lower body, and there was already a reaction, and he was slightly feverish: "Do you... need it?"

"Use your mouth," Wen Qiu hugged his neck tightly, and thoughtfully said, "Use your hands."

He closed his eyes and enjoyed Song Zongyan's finger strokes on his swollen penis, and his heart swelled for a moment.

"Is it comfortable?" Song Zongyan asked him this time.

"Comfortable." Wen Qiu panted with his neck up, "But your skills are mediocre."

Song Zongyan intensified the movements of his hands as if punishing, Wen Qiu yelled, and hurriedly begged for mercy: "Okay, okay, you are good at masturbation skills, the best in the world."

Song Zongyan raised his head and bit his neck.

Wen Qiu opened his mouth to breathe more and more violently.Song Zongyan doesn't need to be skilled with him. If he just moves his hands at will, he will be exhausted and die on him.

The pleasure became stronger and stronger, and the body was so hot that it was about to explode.Wen Qiu suddenly thought of the night after the college entrance examination, in the hotel, he secretly lay down on Song Zongyan's bed, and sensually masturbated beside him who was drunk and asleep.

"You know... I used to..." Wen Qiu couldn't help but speak.

"What?" Song Zongyan asked.He was also a little excited, his fingers penetrated into his clothes, kneaded the tender waist, and then lifted his top to suck his sensitive milk beads.

Wen Qiu trembled all over, he could only gasp and groan when he opened his mouth, but he couldn't speak anymore, and after a while, the lower root spewed out white turbidity.He fell down like a collapse, and all the tense muscles lost their strength.

"It's nothing." Wen Qiu limply lay on him, "I don't want to tell you again."

Song Zongyan laughed and said, "Don't you want me to sleep well?"

Wen Qiu hummed twice, but really didn't intend to say any more.

"Hello." Song Zongyan pushed the man paralyzed on top of him.

"It's not something important." Wen Qiu pressed his face against his chest, the place throbbed gently, "I just need to know."

——You don’t need to know, the phone call that was not connected, the secret love that was not known, the masturbation that was stolen...

This is my past secret.You don't have to know all the longings and longings, the heat and the heat.

You just need to know that I will love you now and in the future.

Song Zongyan seemed to feel his strange emotions, held the person's face in his hands, and said, "Is it better?"

Wen Qiu nodded: "Combinations and separations are common occurrences."

Song Zongyan said, "Yes."

"We might as well..."

Song Zongyan: "Shut up."

Wen Qiu laughed, and then took a few mouthfuls: "Okay, I don't want to be crowed, so I will pull out this flag immediately."

They were lying together sweating profusely in the dim room, the hotel was very quiet, only slight ringing in the ears and the continuous ringing of the air-conditioning vent.

Song Zongyan was amused by him, his chest trembled, and even Wen Qiu trembled slightly.A tingling sensation flowed through the limbs.

They all understand that the memories created together and the current love and joy are far more worth remembering and missing than the imperfect regrets that may be encountered at the end.

"If my grandma was still here, she would definitely like you very much." Wen Qiu hugged him greedily, his voice hoarse and soft, "You haven't seen her before, she is a very interesting old lady, she is the same as we met this time. as interesting as that punk granny from ..."

Song Zongyan listened to him patiently until he buried his face in his chest and remained silent.

"If I could see her, I would definitely like her too." Song Zongyan said.

The morning light is faint, and everything is silent.Their skin touches and their breath blends.

"Then do you like me?" Wen Qiu raised his face and asked him.

Song Zongyan nodded, and admitted it frankly this time: "I like it."

Wen Qiu smiled, and whispered in his ear, "Song Zongyan, you must love me."

As I love you.

Song Zongyan looked at him, his soft and rosy lips, his beautiful face, and eyes full of eager love...

Song Zongyan also wanted to see him in his eyes and in his heart.He hugged him and responded, "Well, I'll be with you from now on."

Chaka Salt Lake is as white as frost, empty and bright as a fairyland on earth.Wen Qiu briefly took a few photos and then walked on the bridge with Song Zongyan. Under the refreshing scenery, his mood seemed to open up a lot. Standing in the middle of the bridge and looking into the distance, every place is so far away.

As dusk fell, the number of scattered tourists gradually decreased.

The silver-haired old lady was arguing with her husband in the distance.

Wen Qiu suddenly suggested: "Let's take a photo."

Song Zongyan said, "Haven't you been filming all the time?"

"Shoot individual ones."

The tripod they had carried all the way finally came in handy.Wen Qiu fiddled with the camera, then ran to Song Zongyan's side.

"Okay." He smiled at Song Zongyan, his eyes were clear and clear under the frosty scenery, more beautiful than the white lake.

Song Zongyan saw his shrinking reflection in his eyes.

"No one will see it." Wen Qiu couldn't restrain his excitement, motioned him to look around, and whispered, "Let's kiss secretly."

Song Zongyan lowered his head and said with a smile, "So what if you're seen?"

Everyone has the right to love and be loved, and the two boys can kiss openly under the witness of the dusk of the world.

Wen Qiu raised a smiling face, showing the arrogance and fearlessness unique to young people: "Yes, what will happen if you are seen."

Their lips touched and they gave a soft kiss.The sound of the wind whistled in my ears, and the hot breath was blown to every corner of the world, like the fire of love and lust.

No matter how many difficulties and obstacles and painful gatherings and separations I will encounter in the future, I am afraid that I will feel fearless when I think of this moment.

In the photo, the distant lake and the sky are in a line, and the distant Qilian Mountains stand in the background, revealing a blurred outline, and he, who was once distant, is close in front of his eyes, kissing the lake scenery with himself.

The author says:

It's over.There will be extra episodes of V.The skipped parts can be manually removed from Weibo@很微传川, or search Assensia on AO3.I am very grateful to "Your Love", "The Humblest Wish" and "Spring and Autumn". From the copywriting to the text, some lyrics of these three songs are quoted.