I won't chase you a second time

When He Mingxu entered the room, Jiang Wensong was still sitting on the sofa in a daze, holding his phone as if waiting for a reply.

In the dark living room, only the standing lamp next to the sofa was on.

Jiang Wensong heard the voice and raised his head to look at the door.

He Mingxu ran all the way back, gasping for breath, casually threw the bag in his hand on the ground, frowned slightly and looked at Jiang Wensong.

"You..." He Mingxu stared at him, but he didn't know what to ask just now.

Jiang Wensong didn't know what to say all of a sudden, and smiled at him with the corners of his mouth pursed, then looked down at the phone, explaining without beginning or end: "I think I remembered it, it's a bit messy."

The iron box was already empty, and every time Jiang Wensong looked at something, it would trigger memories that had been silent for a long time.

He Mingxu nodded, calmed down a bit, sat down beside the sofa, and stared at him, "Do you have a headache?"

"It doesn't hurt." Jiang Wensong shook his head.

He Mingxu felt relieved and relaxed a little, only then did he see the things piled up on the coffee table.

"My aunt sent it to me." Jiang Wensong wanted to put these things back into the iron box.

He Mingxu nodded and looked at the coffee table.

A test paper was clearly entrenched on the coffee table.

After reading it for a few seconds, He Mingxu picked up the test paper.

Jiang Wensong wanted to reach out his hand to stop it, but it was too late when he stretched out his hand halfway, so he had to withdraw it in embarrassment.

Opening the contents of this iron box is like youth, the most secret and shy emotions are cut open at once.

"It's nothing to look at." Jiang Wensong explained in a pretentious manner, and quickly put away other things in his hands.

There was nothing special about the test paper, it was full of mistakes and the score was extremely low, but He Mingxu's name was neatly written in the name column.

He looked at the test paper for a while before he approached Jiang Wensong and asked, "Why is Xiao Song still stealing the test paper?"

"What...stolen?" Jiang Wensong almost bit his tongue, "It was accidentally put together with other test papers and made a mistake, so I accidentally stuffed it into my schoolbag."

"Oh..." He Mingxu nodded, with a little smile, "Then you won't return the name after seeing it, but put it in a small iron box and hide it secretly?"

Jiang Wensong thought he couldn't talk to him, so he pushed his head away and started tidying up on his own.

He Mingxu reached out and snatched the iron box, and looked at the same things in the iron box, most of which were related to him.

While watching, he thought narcissistically that Jiang Wensong had been so obsessed with himself since high school.

Jiang Wensong was blocked by his hand, and his face blushed anxiously.

After reading it, He Mingxu looked at Jiang Wensong who was sitting aside and looked away, and moved closer. "It turns out that Xiao Song liked me so much before."

There was a lot of complacency in his tone.

Jiang Wensong's face was a little red, and he didn't intend to listen to his teasing.

Now his mind is very messed up, the memory of the past overlaps with the present, and his mood is somewhat strange.

Jiang Wensong had no choice but to lower his head and continue to deal with things, but unexpectedly, He Mingxu pinched his chin and forcefully raised his head.

Jiang Wensong looked at He Mingxu who was close at hand, saw the unconcealable joy and joy in his eyes, and finally couldn't help laughing, "What are you doing?"

He Mingxu didn't speak, his eyes were bright, he leaned over and kissed Jiang Wensong.

In the riddled memory, there was still such a soft corner.

Jiang Wensong looked at him, reached out to hug him, and thought happily.

Song Ruimin said that she found this iron box deep in the cabinet when she was tidying up his dormitory, and she brought it back with her but did not give it to him immediately.

She said sorry, opened the box without permission and hid it without permission.

She originally thought it could be changed and forgotten.Homosexuality is very stressful. As a parent, she does not want Jiang Wensong to have any pressure or be treated differently.

However, she didn't want Jiang Wensong to be unhappy, so she returned the box to him now.

He Mingxu looked at the box for a long time before realizing it later, "Is your aunt acquiescing to us?"

"Yeah." Jiang Wensong nodded, resting his chin lightly on his shoulder, and didn't speak for a long time.

He Mingxu hugged Jiang Wensong for a while, then moved restlessly, turned his head and kissed the back of Jiang Wensong's neck, and asked him if he liked him more after thinking about it.

Jiang Wensong's head was swollen from being filled with memories, and his heart was also full with satisfaction, and he answered him in a good mood: "A little more."

"Then work harder."

"Because I'm full of love for you."

After Jiang Wensong listened, he leaned on He Mingxu's shoulder and laughed at his earthy love words.

He Mingxu became angry from embarrassment, and turned his head to shut his mouth.

Jiang Wensong had no choice but to beg for mercy.

"I know, I know, then I will try my best to like you so much."

The two put their things away, then closed the iron box again, and He Mingxu put it in the closet in the bedroom with care.

Restoring memory, for Jiang Wensong, is a release from the past and the best start to the future.