The ceiling lamp on the ceiling was a little dazzling, and Qiong Dafang stared at it for a while, and her eyes were sore that she could not open her eyes.
So he simply closed his eyes, slid down, and lay on the sofa.
He put his hands behind his head, and his mind was full of incomprehensible emotions.
It's not that I don't regret it. As soon as Zhen Xiaoqi showed a sad expression, Qiong Dafang knew that he was talking nonsense and wanted to explain, but he didn't know what to say.
How can I say that, I didn't mean that, you have the qualifications to control me
The words are simple, but Qiong Dafang did not have the courage to say it.
Zhen Xiaoqi is his best friend and his brother for more than ten years.
He used to be able to share everything with him, his first confession to a girl, his first love, how he broke up, his happiness and disappointment, and every bit of youth, all told to Zhen Xiaoqi.
Qiong Dafang did not know at the time that feelings are the most difficult thing in the world to understand. One day he will hope that he and Zhen Xiaoqi have never been friends, and that Zhen Xiaoqi can know nothing about his past feelings.
Since when did he look at Zhen Xiaoqi not as a buddy anymore
It was probably many years ago, a normal to no longer normal afternoon.
Qiong Dafang remembered that he and Zhen Xiaoqi played ball on the playground for a while, as usual, and then sat under the parallel bars to rest.
Zhen Xiaoqi held the sports bottle he brought and poured plain water.
Perhaps the shock that day was too great, but Qiong Dafang still remembers every detail of that time. He remembered that after Zhen Xiaoqi finished drinking the water, he screwed on the lid of the kettle. Wiped off the sweat.
Then, without warning, he turned his head and glanced at himself, turned his head again, and said casually, "Actually, I like boys."
Zhen Xiaoqi finished speaking, as if he didn't realize what a remarkable thing he said. He got up, put his hands on the parallel bars, and jumped on tiptoe to play. Only Qiong Dafang was left, looking up at him blankly, with his mouth open, like a fool.
Qiong Dafang clearly remembered the sound of his heartbeat when he was sinking in the landslide, his ears were ringing, and his eyes were at a loss as he looked at Zhen Xiaoqi's legs dangling on the parallel bars.
He was so nervous that his tongue was dead, and he even thought that in the next second, Zhen Xiaoqi would tell him that he liked himself.
But Zhen Xiaoqi didn't say anything. After playing for a while, he asked Qiong Dafang in confusion, "Why didn't you come to play?"
Looking at Zhen Xiaoqi's clear eyes, Qiong Dafang was like falling into an ice cave, and he realized that he didn't care that Zhen Xiaoqi came out of the cabinet to him, he only cared who Zhen Xiaoqi liked.
The best friend, the brother of more than ten years, after that day, all became unspeakable thoughts: Zhen Xiaoqi, can you like me
Qiong Dafang turned over on the sofa and buried his head in the soft cushion. He raised his hands to cover his ears, as if in this way, he could not hear the muffled sound from his heart.
The so-called brotherhood became the shackles of his stagnation, but Zhen Xiaoqi didn't give him a chance to move forward at all.
A few days after saying that, Zhen Xiaoqi started chasing a boy from their department. In fact, it's not chasing, it's just deliberately looking for some opportunities and inviting people to hang out with everyone.
At that time, Qiong Dafang had already been dumped by his second girlfriend, so he was often caught by Zhen Xiaoqi as a shield.
He watched how Zhen Xiaoqi smiled at others, how he made excuses to approach others, and finally let it go. Since then, the list of people that Zhen Xiaoqi likes has gotten longer and longer, and he wants to give it a try even if he likes it a little bit.
Zhen Xiaoqi told Qiong Dafang that he really wanted to fall in love, and it was not easy to get gay, so he was willing to take the initiative.
Qiong Dafang wanted to ask him: if you want to fall in love, can you not be with me
But in the end he didn't ask. Don't ask, he is still Zhen Xiaoqi's best friend. When he is emotionally frustrated, he will come to him and complain to him.
I asked, can he still keep the position closest to the dawn device
Qiong generously turned around on the narrow sofa, and accidentally fell down. After the fall, it became clear in his mind that no matter what, it was wrong for him to let Xiao Qi run out in a hurry.
He rubbed his face with his hands, cheered up, took out his mobile phone and called Zhen Xiaoqi.
"Buzzing", something was shaking on the sofa, Qiong glanced generously, and Zhen Xiaoqi left his phone here. He reached for Zhen Xiaoji's phone, but he didn't notice that he pressed the volume button, and the phone changed from vibrating to ringing:
"That backpack is full of souvenirs and tribulations, as well as patterns left by friction. Your backpack, which has not rotted yet, has become the other half of my body..."
For a moment, Qiong Dafang froze like a stone sculpture. He listened to Zhen Xiaoqi's mobile phone ringing in disbelief: "It's not worth changing, it's already familiar with my sweat, it's the ring on my shoulder..."
The screen of the mobile phone turned on and off, and the three words Qiong Dafang flickered on the interface. In the end, no one answered, and it fell silent.
In the empty room, Qiong took a deep and heavy breath, and suddenly, like a stone sculpture, he frantically rummaged through the room.
No, there is no landline, no other mobile phones, he woke up from a dream, and rushed out with Zhen Xiaoqi and his mobile phone.
On the street, people came and went, and Qiong Dafang borrowed two mobile phones from passers-by.
"Please, can you lend me your cell phone?" He begged everywhere, but people looked at him like a lunatic or a liar, and no one was willing to help him.
He went all the way from one street to another, and finally saw a payphone in a commissary. Seeing that he was stupid, the shop owner seemed to be afraid of causing trouble, so he signaled him to use it with a stern face.
Qiong generously pressed down the eleven numbers that were recited and recited.
He hung up the public phone and used his mobile phone to dial Zhen Xiaoji's phone number again. He could finally be sure that it was the ringtone that belonged to him.
"If you lend me, I'll keep it for you. My friends say it's old and beautiful, but unfortunately it has nothing to do with you..."
In the terrified eyes of the shop owner, Qiong Dafang's distorted face twitched: "Zhen Xiaoqi, why doesn't it have anything to do with me? Mingming, he has always had something to do with me."
I thought you were always carrying that ugly big schoolbag because you were always frugal, I thought it was because of your habit that your phone never ringed, and I thought you only regarded me as a friend...
What I thought was, may never have been what I thought.