Good at taking pictures. "
Krist was almost amused by Singto's usual sullenness. He took pictures all the way with the camera, almost forgetting that the camera in his hand does not belong to him: "If the expression of the person you like is not what you want, what are you going to do? Give the power of shooting to others ?”
"If it was me in the past, even if I was so jealous that I was crazy, I might have done it. Because his happy expression is really beautiful. If I can make him have this expression all the time, then I don't care what I do." Singto replied lightly. Although Krist didn't look at Singto at this time, he felt that he could feel the burning gaze from Singto beside him—just like what his previous self gave him, "But I was wrong, liking is not self-sacrifice." , I have no right to stand on the moral high ground to decide where the person I like will go. This will not make the person I like happier or happier, but will only make him painful and uneasy." Singto paused, "If it is not The expression you want to see, you should change it yourself."
Kris didn't speak, just looked down at the photos in the camera. However, his lips were tightly pursed, unconsciously revealing his wavering.
He is useless. Even though he had already decided not to be moved by him anymore, that person easily pierced his weak words, which made Krist so sad that he wanted to cry.
Sure enough—even though he didn't want this relationship anymore, he still liked him. Because that person really deserves to be liked.
"Kit." Krist felt Singto stop beside him. He turned his head to look, and Singto's eyes were as bright as stars. There was a shy smile on his face, just like the Singto he met for the first time that made his heart beat, "You said, when will I get out of the blacklist of people I like?"
Krist looked at Singto quietly. Time seems to have passed for a long time, but it seems that only a second has passed. There is no stagnation, only the sound of the waves. Rustle, rustle, it's a bit like the frequency of a heartbeat.
Krist smiled lightly. He turned around and stretched his back towards Singto: "I don't know." He kept his hands behind his back and walked forward with a small jump.
How crafty. Krist thought secretly.
How crafty. Singto always knows what kind of Singto Krist really likes.
Two parallel rows of footprints were left on the sand. One line jumps, one line calms down. They seem to be parallel, but they blend faintly.
There is a line that is approaching the straight line silently.
It was getting dark.
-TBC.
25.
Question: The person you dumped but still likes is pursuing you now, what should you do
Krist wished someone could tell him the answer to that question.
But this question is not only unsolvable, but the phrase "I still like it" also makes him a little frustrated. As he thought about it, he couldn't help pursing his mouth, and the action of throwing the firewood in his hand into the bonfire one by one seemed to vent his anger from embarrassment.
Gun on the side watched Krist's movements and smiled playfully. He leaned over to Krist, and elbowed Krist's waist: "Mr. Perawat, you seem very unhappy. What did Senior Singto do to you just now? Confession? Well, this is for sure... Ugh, he Could it be kissing you forcibly? I can't see that senior Singto is so strong... Alas, Krist, what are you doing?!"
Krist threw the dry firewood on Gun with a blank face, but he was secretly glad that his blushing would not be too obvious because of the light of the bonfire: "Do you think the senior is like this kind of person? And he agreed to stand by me Here you go, you traitor!"
"Oh, of course I'm on your side when you're so determined." Gun patted the scum off his body with a look of disgust. He stretched out his finger and pointed to Krist's chest, "But ask yourself, do you seem to be unmoved? It's clear that you love your senior to the point of hopelessness, and you have to try your best to convince yourself that you can't accept it." His appearance."
Krist was taken aback. Before he had time to say anything to refute, he heard a senior calling not far away: "Are there any juniors who are free to help? Come and help!"
"Come right away!" Krist immediately turned his head and responded as if grasping at a straw. With Gun's grimace on his face, he ran away with his head down, as if fleeing.
He has no way to deal with Gun's questioning now, because he still can't figure it out.
He only felt that Singto, who was on the seaside with shining eyes, was extremely dazzling. Even though he covered his eyes and fell into the abyss, this ray of light still stubbornly penetrated through his fingers. In the darkness, all he could see was it.
He clearly knew that as long as he stretched out his hand, he could grasp it, but he still didn't have the confidence and courage to grasp it.
The senior asks Krist to help to see if there is any more alcohol in the borrowed warehouse, and if so, move them all out.
The warehouse is quite big, and Krist frowned when he walked in, wondering why the lights were not turned on here. He fumbled on the wall for a long time but couldn't find the switch. He was about to take out his mobile phone to call the flashlight, but he didn't expect a sudden gust of wind to blow the door behind him shut, and there was a loud noise, which shocked Krist. It was discovered that the last source of light had also been stripped. He immediately turned around and turned the handle, only to find that the door in front of him was still motionless.
The scariest thing at this moment was the faint sound of footsteps coming from behind. Krist felt the hairs all over his body stand on end, he forced himself to remain calm, who else could be here now, but his classmates or seniors! He forced a smile, turned around and shouted, "Is there anyone inside?"
The sound of footsteps stopped, followed by a low smile. The laughter was so familiar that Krist even thought he was just dreaming. He felt that the person was not far away from him, and the eyes cast on him seemed to be burning hot: "It turned out to be Kit—the daredevil who closed the door."
He even said that he was a daredevil. Ignoring the complicated state of mind, Krist shook hands with the doorknob again: "It's not me, it's the wind... Don't make sarcastic remarks, Senior Singto, quickly see how this door opens?"
"This warehouse needs to be opened with an employee card. Now we can't do anything, and the lights seem to be broken." Singto approached. Perhaps it was because of the deprivation of vision that Krist could feel Singto's temperature better, "I didn't bring my phone in, Kit, can you call outside?"
No wonder they rented a warehouse so generously. The warehouse itself probably has a lot of problems. Krist nodded, fumbling around in his trouser pockets but finding nothing. He was taken aback for a moment, and then remembered that he had put his phone out when he was burning firewood. He touched his head in embarrassment: "Uh... I didn't bring it either."
Singto was stunned. But he quickly came back to his senses, calmly comforting the anxious Krist with a gentle voice: "Then let's wait here. New asked me to come over to get things, and Kit must have been called by someone, right?" ? If you haven’t gone back, you will definitely be discovered soon.”
It can only be this way. Krist nodded, and sat down against the wall, only to realize that Singto probably couldn't see his movements clearly now. He opened his mouth slowly: "Sit down too, how tired you are standing all the time."
Singto responded and sat down beside Krist.
Krist probably knew how far away Singto was sitting. Very close, but still a little distance away.
It seems to be within reach of reaching out.
He thought it was a little funny. When the relationship was closer before, the distance with Singto was never so close. It does not refer to the physical distance, but the distance between hearts. Perhaps because of Singto's eyes, that smile, and those words at the beach, Krist had the illusion that "if he can see Singto's expression clearly at this moment, maybe he can see through what this senior is thinking".
Or maybe it's not just an illusion.
He suddenly wanted to talk. Say whatever you want, break the silence, and find evidence that can confirm your conjecture.
"that… "
"Kit..."
But unexpectedly, that person also opened his mouth at the same time.
Both of them were slightly taken aback, and then laughed at the same time. Singto looked at him, and Krist felt that his eyes might be full of stardust when he smiled now: "You go ahead, Kit."
"Actually, I don't know what to say." Krist hugged his knee. It's strange, on such a hot day, you obviously don't feel cold easily, "You said before that you want to take pictures of red maple leaves, does it have any special meaning?"
"No. I just watched a documentary about Kyoto and thought it was beautiful." Singto paused, "Or, I just want to share the beautiful scenery with people I like."
Ah, it's really too hot, it's almost burning, Krist doesn't even know that Singto looks like this when talking about love. He rubbed his face, trying not to let Si