"Go, go back..."
The young man said nonsense in a low voice, then lowered his head suddenly, covering his face with his white fingers, his voice was full of endless desolation, and he was wronged like a lost child, and he just emphasized going back quietly.
Where to go? If he wanted to run away, who would give him back? What the hell is he thinking...
The driver asked: "Then go back to the airport?"
The other party did not speak.
The driver looked at the rearview mirror strangely, and his eyes fell on the eighteen-year-old boy.
Slender, beautiful, and definitely God's favorite.
His fingers are very long and white, each of them looks like a work of art. He lowered his head, with his fair face resting in the palm of his hand, and the other hand is tightly holding a mobile phone. For some reason, his knuckles are turning white .
Although they were strangers, the driver seemed to be able to feel the flustered and helpless emotions in the white knuckles of the other party and the expression blocked by the slender fingers. It's like a child left behind by an adult.
Not daring to ask any more questions, the driver turned around quickly.
The car drove back to the airport.
Halfway through, the phone suddenly vibrated.
The young man raised his hand almost immediately, revealing his covered face. On his beautiful fair cheeks, those blue eyes were filled with gloomy broken light. Holding the phone with his cold fingertips, he could clearly see the name on it.
Anxiety suddenly flashed across Xun Zhou's delicate eyebrows.
He turned off the sound, ignored it, raised his hand and rubbed his eyes lightly, and looked out the window silently.
After a while, the phone vibrated again.
Xun Zhou pursed his lips, picked up the phone, and said impatiently to Na Duan: "I won't go."
Immediately after he hung up the phone, his white fingers slid across, and the name was pulled into the blacklist, the action was very decisive.
The surroundings finally quieted down.
The young man leaned against the seat behind him, his exquisite eyebrows were lowered, suppressing the panic welling up in his heart.
…
Xun Zhou felt like a fool.
Going abroad inexplicably, but returning again inexplicably, less than a day before and after.
When he was on the plane, he kept staring out the window, but his heart was churning with anger and boredom. He tried to calm himself down, but when he closed his eyes, he couldn't fall asleep at all, so he could only press his lips repeatedly to endure.
On the way, the boy took out his phone again, slid it up with his fingertips, and found the group photo.
There was a little grievance in the blue eyes again. The knuckles of the young man holding the mobile phone were slightly white, and he stuffed it into his pocket heavily, not understanding why he was losing his temper.
Didn't I always think I liked boys
Finally being understood, and being persuaded to confess for the first time, shouldn't he be very happy
Xun Zhou clenched his fingers, puffed out his tender cheeks, completely confused about what he was thinking.
When he returned to China, the sorority was over long ago. The boy tapped the screen with his fingertips lightly. His anxiety and irritation did not subside, but he had no reason to see the other party, nor did he have any reason to question him.
Like a psycho.
The boy nestled on the sofa, silently drooping his eyes.
The phone is between the white fingers, and the temperature of the fingers is actually colder than the shell, and the black collar covers half of the face, like a cat trying to shrink itself in the warmth.
he thought slowly.
Did she think he was abroad now, attending the school celebration with his so-called "sweetheart"
The young man suddenly raised his lips, and there was a hint of coolness in his beautiful smile, and his blue cat-like pupils revealed an extremely cold and indifferent meaning, as well as a little sad.