Chen Xingze returned home full of anger. Wu Xingzhi and Chen He were both on business trips. He was walking around at home alone like a fly without a head.
But no matter how unwilling he is, for Chen Xingze, who still has the task of repeating his studies, there is too little he can do. It is impossible for him to go to Shanghai to find Mi Sheng, not to mention that he has no contact information, and he cannot find it if he goes there.
After being depressed for a long time, Chen Xingze finally gave up and studied hard.
And just a few days before Chen Xingze's college entrance examination, Mi Sheng met Song Boyang in Shanghai.
Mi Sheng arrived in Shanghai in May, when Song Baiyang was still filming, and returned to Shanghai more than a month later. On a hot summer day, his agent Wei Kang called Mi Sheng and agreed on a time and place to meet.
Before setting off, Mi Sheng thought about whether to buy new clothes. Later, he felt that it was unnecessary to meet Song Baiyang, so he wore the shirt he had used to meet Chen Xingze before.
The appointed time was twelve o'clock in the evening, but Mi Sheng waited until two in the middle of the night before Song Baiyang arrived late.
Song Baiyang is 30 years old this year. Although he is in his thirties, he still insists on appearing on the screen as fresh meat. Speaking of which, Song Boyang's foundation is actually quite good, but he is irritable and irritable, and he is addicted to tobacco, alcohol and eroticism, and he is getting old very quickly. In order to maintain his youthful image, he has undergone many plastic surgery and spends a lot of money on skin care every month.
After Song Baiyang entered the door, he went straight to Mi Sheng's side. As he approached, Mi Sheng smelled a strong smell of alcohol.
Three steps and two steps, Song Boyang pulled Mi Sheng up from the sofa, looked up and down, and said excitedly, "I miss you so much after so many years."
Mi Sheng didn't move and let him hug him. After a while, Song Boyang had enough hugs. He turned around and went to the wine cabinet to get a bottle of red wine. He watched him greedily as he twisted the screw to insert the cork.
"How have you been all these years?" Song Baiyang asked.
"It didn't happen, that's all."
"I heard people say, you opened a modeling studio, right? It's not very easy to do without people in this industry."
"Um."
"Look at how thin you are, it's been a hard day."
"It's barely enough."
"Why make do with a good life? I asked you last year, why didn't you come, and you brought it to me?" Song Baiyang opened the wine and poured two glasses. "Come on, let's celebrate our reunion after a long absence."
After Mi Sheng finished drinking, Song Baiyang poured it again. Song Baiyang sat on the sofa with Erlang's legs crossed, his toes dangling, and he seemed to be in a good mood. "Why do you want to drink so much, and you're nervous when you see me?"
Do not.
Because when you're drunk, you don't have to think about unpleasant things.
Although he already had the answer in his heart, Mi Sheng nodded following Song Baiyang's meaning.
After a while of silence, Song Baiyang asked in a low voice, "Why don't you laugh at me?"
Hearing that, Mi Sheng burst out laughing and said softly: "There was nothing funny before, but your words provided me with a point of laughter."
Song Baiyang wasn't angry either, he twitched the corners of his mouth and said, "It's the same when you go to Gao Xiwen?"
Mi Sheng: "No, Director Gao is more pragmatic and doesn't need me to laugh."
Song Baiyang: "Are you still angry about what happened ten years ago?"
Mi Sheng looked surprised, "Yo, I thought Boss Song had forgotten a lot, and he forgot about it a long time ago."
Song Baiyang sneered, poured himself another glass of wine, and said leisurely: "Forget it, Mi Sheng, how many years have passed, no matter how big things should stop. Besides, have you ever thought about it, if I really followed you at that time? Come out together, and the result is that everyone will die together. What is the benefit of losing both sides? Look at how good it is that I can still help you now."
After hearing these remarks, Mi Sheng was in no mood to say anything else, and nodded, "Yes."
Mi Sheng's face was light red due to the stimulation of alcohol, and his slightly contemptuous and hated expression was like the finishing touch, making him even more dazzling. Song Baiyang was so drunk when he saw the flowers, he couldn't help but pounce. He had already drank a lot of wine before he came, and now his feet were unsteady, and in a hurry, he spilled the red wine in his hand on Mi Sheng's shirt.
Mi Sheng's heart froze along with the shirt.
"Get up! Wine spilled on my clothes!"
"Sprinkle it, I'll buy you a new one." Song Baiyang was furious, pressing his body heavily on Mi Sheng's body, stroking Mi Sheng's cheek vigorously. "I'll buy you anything you want, to see how you live your shabby life."
Song Baiyang roughly tore off Mi Sheng's clothes, looking at the pale and clean body under him, his eyes were almost bleeding.
"...It's great, it's great." He murmured hysterically, "I've found so many little boys over the years, and none of them can compare to you."
I don't know if it's because of the long period of time, Mi Sheng felt that Song Boyang's face was very unfamiliar. When You Qi got a closer look, his reshaped jaw and face with frequent injections were so stiff, his eyes wide and unblinking were as terrifying as a wax man.
too weird.
Mi Sheng was horrified and horrified.
How did he fall in love with this man back then, how stupid he was to ruin half of his life because of him.
Mi Sheng was frightened, he wanted to push Song Baiyang away, but Song Baiyang was too strong, and he had no way to fight back. Song Baiyang looked at Mi Sheng's body in a daze. There was still a button tied to his shirt.
Clothes are broken.
When people are extremely nervous, their sensitivity is also doubled. Mi Sheng heard the slight sound of the button popping out, and it bounced on the floor and rolled into the corner.
He suddenly remembered the postcard some kid had sent him at Christmas.
Thinking of this, Mi Sheng's eyes suddenly became hot, and he tried his best to push Song Baiyang who was riding on him. Song Baiyang fell off the sofa, slammed his back against the chair, and yelled, "What are you doing?!"
Mi Sheng rolled over to the ground, and the first thing he did was run to find the button. The button fell on the corner of the table, he put the button in his trouser pocket and distanced himself from Song Boyang.
Song Baiyang stood up from the ground clutching his waist, and when he saw Mi Sheng's stern appearance, he laughed in anger.
"OK... OK, OK." He put his hands on his waist and nodded frequently. "It's okay, don't do it if you don't want to."
Song Baiyang returned to the sofa and sat down, raised his legs again, and said with a smile, "Don't be afraid, I won't touch you anymore."
Mi Sheng didn't move.
Song Baiyang shrugged and stopped persuading.
"Really, don't worry, I will arrange for someone to take care of your mother. After all, when she didn't know about our relationship, she treated me well..." Having said this, Song Baiyang sighed and said to himself, "I really miss the Eight Treasures Rice that she made. I have ordered this dish in many hotels over the years, but I always feel that the taste is not right, and I never feel the same again."
Mi Sheng secretly left the room when Song Baiyang was stunned. He left the hotel and ran two streets in a row before stopping. The sudden strenuous exercise made him sick to his stomach, and he threw up by the side of the road while leaning against a tree.
He hadn't eaten much before, and all he vomited was the red wine he just drank.
Even if he vomited, Mi Sheng covered his stomach, it was better to vomit all this up.
When Mi Sheng returned to his residence, he went straight to the bathroom without taking off his shoes. He took off his shirt and soaked it in the water. He scoured the internet for ways to wash shirts with hot water, vinegar, salt, anything he could think of. At the end of the wash, my palms were wrinkled, but the red wine stains on my clothes were still obvious. After looking exhausted for a while, Mi Sheng turned off the faucet and returned to the house with his wet shirt.
Because he was in a hurry, the lights were not turned on when he entered the house. He went to the door and touched the switch. When he turned around, he saw his mother standing silently in the living room.
Mi Sheng was so frightened that his heart almost stopped.
He came to his mother.
"Mom, why don't you sleep so late?"
"I'm making clothes for you."
"Make clothes? What clothes?"
His mother raised his hand, and Mi Sheng saw a mass of white fabric. He took the fabric and shook it away, and found that it was a skirt. The mother took Mi Sheng's hand and said, "This is for your marriage in the future."
Mi Sheng lowered his head and explained to his mother for the countless times.
"Mom, you're mistaken, I like men, but I'm not a woman."
His mother corrected him seriously, "It is women who like men."
Mi Sheng didn't speak, and his mother looked at him with some unease, "Isn't it?"
Mi Sheng forced a smile, "Yes, that's it, you're right... You're right, I'm wrong."
After finally coaxing his mother to sleep, Mi Sheng returned to the living room again. The water-soaked shirt was draped by the table, and Mi Sheng walked over, touched it lightly, and then threw it away. He couldn't sleep, turned on the TV, and tuned the channel aimlessly. The news station is repeating the program during the day. These days are the annual college entrance examination in the country. This is a big day that will affect many people's lives, and the news reports are overwhelming.
Afraid of disturbing her mother's rest, Mi Sheng turned off the lights and turned the TV to silent. In the dark room, only the image kept flickering. Mi Sheng leaned forward, put his arms on his legs, and stared intently at the energetic students on the screen. Before he knew it, tears welled up in his eyes.
After Chen Xingze failed to find Mi Sheng, he devoted himself to studying.
One day during the holiday, his house welcomed an unexpected guest.
That day, Wu Xingzhi called Chen Xingze out of the room and asked him to greet the tutor. Chen Xingze was stunned as soon as he left the room.
"You Xiaolin?"
Wu Xingzhi said: "The champion of the new division took the initiative to give you a make-up class, and you are not quick to thank others."
Chen Xingze was dumbfounded.
You Xiaolin was wearing a simple backpack and was praised by Wu Xingzhi, his face was a little red. Chen Xingze awkwardly welcomed You Xiaolin into the room, and he didn't recover until the two sat down at the table and You Xiaolin pulled out the notes.
"You, why are you here?"
"Make up lessons for you."
"No... not..."
Wu Xingzhi brought tea and snacks and fruits, smiled and said to You Xiaolin, "My poor child will trouble Teacher You."
You Xiaolin blushed even more, "Auntie, stop joking."
Chen Xingze pulled Wu Xingzhi out.
Wu Xingzhi held his arms and said, "You are old classmates. I saw that he won the first prize, so I went to ask. I didn't expect him to offer to help you make up the class. You Xiaolin scored more than 700 points in the test. You come out of a school, why is the gap so big. You study hard, I will go on a business trip tomorrow and come back to check the results. "
After she finished speaking, she was about to leave without giving Chen Xingze a chance to speak back. After taking two steps, she remembered something and turned back to remind her.
"By the way, tutoring is tutoring, don't be crooked about people."
Chen Xingze was dumbfounded, "What did you say!"
With You Xiaolin's help, Chen Xingze achieved more with less effort. You Xiaolin was as unsmiling as before. Chen Xingze dared to say a few words to You Xiaolin only when he answered the exam perfectly.
"You give me make-up lessons, won't it affect your own business?"
"No, it's a holiday now."
"Oh."
You Xiaolin put the exercise book back on the table, with three simple checkmarks on it, Chen Xingze felt relieved. "It feels like it's filling up pretty fast..."
You Xiaolin glanced at him, "You are very smart, you just don't work hard."
Chen Xingze accepted the criticism humbly, "Yes yes yes."
"Always spend your energy on other things."
Chen Xingze nodded politely and admitted his mistake.
"Have you been busy dating for three years in high school?"
Chen Xingze was stunned for a moment, raised his eyes quietly, and immediately lowered his head again after meeting You Xiaolin's sight.
"Follow Lu Hao, right?"
"… you know?"
You Xiaolin hummed and looked away.
"Everyone thinks you're joking, but I know it's true."
"How did you know?"
You Xiaolin pursed his lips, opened the exercise book again, and ended the topic.
You Xiaolin spent the entire vacation making up for Chen Xingze, and it didn't end until the day he registered for the university. Chen Xingze always felt that You Xiaolin seemed to have something to say to him, but until the day of separation, he did not say it.
A year passed quickly. You Xiaolin not only gave him tutoring during the summer vacation, but whenever he returned to his hometown, he would come to Chen Xingze to help him with his homework. Even New Year's Eve did not forget to call Chen Xingze and tell him to review the periodic table of elements.
Chen Xingze wanted to cry but had no tears on the phone.
"You Zhuangyuan, can you give me a day off?"
"Chen Xingze."
"arrive."
"you… "
"how?"
"Nothing, happy new year."
You Xiaolin stopped at the last moment again.
What he wanted to say, he held back for a whole year, and didn't say it until the eve of the college entrance examination next year. At that time, You Xiaolin's university had not yet had a holiday. For the first time in his life, he took three consecutive days off during class and went home to help Chen Xingze with the final sprint. On the last day, he said what he wanted to say.
In fact, the content is very simple, only three words - sorry.
Chen Xingze didn't understand what he meant.
"I'm sorry for what?"
You Xiaolin was very nervous, bowed her head, and clasped her hands together.
"Back then... I shouldn't have said those things to you."
"then?"
"When I was in junior high school, I was too young, I didn't understand anything, I didn't know there were... there were people like this in this world."
Time flies, Chen Xingze suddenly sees the street outside Yutian Middle School, where cars are like running water.
"I learned about these things later when I took a foreign teacher's class. The foreign teacher said that there are actually many such people, and they can still get married abroad. He showed us the video, and I remembered what you once told me, I know I'm being too assertive. I've been trying to apologize to you, but you're not much at school…”
You Xiaolin didn't often speak in such large sections, and his vocal cords were a little tight. He gathered up the courage to look at Chen Xingze.
The more people he came into contact with, the more he could appreciate how good Chen Xingze was to him. When he was a child, he felt that everything was logical, but only when he grew up did he realize how rare kindness is in the world.
"I really want to apologize to you... I'm sorry, can you forgive me?"
Chen Xingze listened to the entire speech quietly, and found that he didn't really care about the "I'm sorry" that You Xiaolin kept insisting on, he cared about something else.
Since the fourth grade of elementary school, the heart that he has paid for him can never be conveyed in a single word. But at least...
"Do you know now that my feelings for you were once 'love'?"
You Xiaolin shook his head.
For Chen Xingze, this nod is countless times more important than those "I'm sorry".
He said to You Xiaolin in a softer voice, "University, I won't go to the same school with you."
You Xiaolin's eyes were red, and he couldn't speak, but he shook his head.
The teenagers say goodbye, in the feather-light night.
The people I have liked are so honest and kind, I have to say that it is God's love. Chen Xingze watched You Xiaolin go away, his back was tall and straight, and he was no longer the bean sprouts that he was when he was young. But every time Chen Xingze thought of him, he always thought of the thin boy he saw through the iron fence when he was ten years old. He remembered the thickness of the clouds that day, the smell of the air, the color of the dead trees on the campus, and the speed of the snowflakes falling.
He will always remember the day when he enlightened him, and he will always remember this long-lasting, completed, his first love.
Taking the college entrance examination for the second time, Chen Xingze was calmer than before.
At the end of the last session, Wu Xingzhi presented a bouquet of flowers to Chen Xingze at the entrance of the examination room.
"Good boy, thank you for your hard work."
Chen Xingze took the bouquet and hugged Wu Xingzhi.
The grades were unexpectedly good, and Chen Xingze was able to choose any university he wanted to go to. One night before applying for volunteering, a family of three chatted about school while eating. Wu Xingzhi and Chen He talked vigorously, while Chen Xingze ate silently by the side. When he was almost done eating, he put down his chopsticks and said, "Dad, Mom, I want to go to Shanghai."