looking back inadvertently

"Shall we take a shower together?"

The sweat on his body didn't fall completely, Liang He's face became even hotter when he heard these words suddenly.Fortunately, he realized in time that schools don't have separate bathrooms at home, they are all public bathhouses, and it's perfectly normal to say "go take a bath together".

"Huh?" Shen Zhe continued to ask, "What did you think of?"

"It's okay," Liang He sighed and chuckled, "It feels really different, living in school..."

"I'm used to it anyway, don't you want to go to the public bathroom?"

"No." Since they're all living here, there's nothing to be pretentious about, "let's go there."

Only two of Liang He's roommates came back, and the one on the lower bunk had gone somewhere, with the quilt spread out, but no one was there.

One of the two roommates had a middle parted hair, and the other had curly hair. They seemed to be from the fifth class. Even though they didn't know each other, Liang He gave them a brief introduction to show their friendliness, and then packed up his things and prepared to go to the bathroom.

Just before going out, the last roommate entered the room, walked without looking at the road, and almost collided with him.Liang He took a look, and his face sank: "Why is it you?"

Zhao Zhuoyang was also taken aback: "The new boarding student is you?"

"Or else?" Liang He was impatient with talking to him, "You've been living here?"

"I'm only a few days early." Zhao Zhuoyang rolled his eyes at him, and his eyes drifted to the clothes he was holding on his chest, "Going to take a bath?"

"Ah."

"Do you know where the bathhouse is?"

Liang He really doesn't know, but Shen Zhe will take him along: "I'll go with Shen Zhe."

Zhao Zhuoyang curled his lips in a "tch", and when Liang He walked out of the dormitory, he yelled at his back: "He's still crooked in the shower, is he your mistress?"

There was no one in the corridor for the time being, Liang He was still very angry, turned his head and stared back, Zhao Zhuoyang flashed into the room wisely.Shen Zhe just came out and waved to him: "Are you ready?"

"Okay." Liang He replied bluntly, before he had time to adjust his emotions.

"What's wrong?" Shen Zhe sensed the anger on his face, "You don't seem very happy."

Liang He didn't want to mention Zhao Zhuoyang's matter at first, but he was a little bit restrained, and finally he complained truthfully - sharing the bed with Zhao Zhuoyang, which further weakened his expectations for the dormitory life.

Shen Zhe looked in the direction of his bedroom: "Where does he live too?"

"He said he just came a few days ago."

"I said why I don't have any impression." Shen Zhe knew a little about the dormitory on the same floor, "It's true that Class [-] lives there. He didn't mess with you, did he?"

"It's okay." He only concealed Zhao Zhuoyang's jokes about them.

The nearest public bathhouse is downstairs, clean and large enough.Shen Zhe said that he was lucky today, because there are usually a lot of people coming at this time on Friday, but tonight is still free, they found a corner seat, and the two of them were next to each other.

There are only simple frosted glass partitions between the shower facilities in the bathroom, which is still much better than the conditions in the military training troops.The hot water kept pouring down, creating mist, and blurry figures reflected on the frosted glass.

Liang He recalled that night at his own home, the two used two bathrooms to take a bath, Shen Zhe saw his half-naked appearance, teased him for his shyness, and he asked back, "Why don't you just show me one?" A few months later, they actually met naked.

Shen Zhe's figure is thin, but his frame is not small, this is Liang He's intuitive impression.He didn't specifically look at the other person's appearance after undressing, but just glanced lightly a few times, and after a while of concentration, the sense of shame began to haunt him, burning his heart with uneasiness.He guessed it was because he seldom took a shower with others, let alone acquainted friends, so he couldn't get used to it for a while.

While running, he was sweating and his skin was itchy. Liang He ran his hands along both sides of his cheeks, around his forehead, and stroked upwards heavily. He brushed away the drops of water hanging from his eyelashes, and his vision became clearer.

The sound of splashing water on Shen Zhe's side was completely mixed with the sound of his own here.The meaningless white noise gave Liang He a temporary relaxation, as if the water flow could wash away all the boring memories and emotions.

He simply stood under the nozzle to flush the water, and after a while, he realized that he didn't bring body wash.He also didn't want to borrow from Shen Zhe, there were only the two of them in the corner, and it always felt awkward to talk naked like this.

But not long after, an arm stretched out from the side, holding a plastic bottle in his hand, Shen Zhe's voice seemed to come out of the water: "Did you not bring shower gel?"

In fact, Liang He couldn't hear clearly, but seeing his movements, he immediately understood what he meant, quickly took over, and whispered: "Thank you." Also drowned in the noisy background sound, he guessed that Shen Zhe didn't know what he meant. can not hear.

After flushing with hot water for a long time, white air still lingered all over their bodies after they came out, and the two quickly went back to the dressing room to put on their clothes.

"Why are your ears so red?" Shen Zhe picked up his things and glanced at Liang He.

"Is there?" Liang He touched his ears, "It's been too long after washing."

Back in the dormitory again, Zhao Zhuoyang had already fallen asleep under the quilt, and the other two roommates were still reading. Liang He came in and returned to his bed without disturbing them.

On the next Saturday, senior high school students had classes as usual.When Liang He left the dormitory, Zhao Zhuoyang didn't get up, and when he came back at night, the man was nowhere to be seen, and the "Central Part" was not there, but "Curly Hair" was interested, so he chatted casually with Liang He.

"You three in the same class?" Liang He asked.

"Well," he said, "do you know Zhao Zhuoyang?"

"Zhao Zhuoyang...forget it," Liang He looked at the empty bed, "Can you get along with him?" He always felt that it would be miserable to be in the same class and dormitory as this person.

"Sure." "Curly Hair" probably guessed Liang He's implication, "He just has a bigger temper and is quite loyal."

Liang He was very curious: "He's in your class... he's popular?"

"It's okay," he packed up the toiletries and pointed out the door, "I'm going to take a shower."

"Ah."

The moment "Curly Hair" opened the door, Zhao Zhuoyang happened to come in from the outside, holding a mobile phone to talk with someone, and went straight to his bed: "Then I will look for you tomorrow..."

The expression on his face was that of a pussy cat.Liang He saw it from the side, his three views were shattered, and his spine felt chills.

After putting down the phone, Zhao Zhuoyang noticed Liang He and his unnatural reaction.

"Look at what?"

After Liang He hesitated to speak but stopped, he asked again: "Are you in love again?"

"What are you talking about?" Zhao Zhuoyang said proudly, "We didn't break up in the first place."

He co-authored with Zhu Yan to get back together?

Seeing his upturned nostrils, Liang He held back the sarcastic remarks.who cares.

Because of Qin Ying's matter, Liang He hasn't had a good rest for the past few days. He felt tired today, so he went to bed early.When the consciousness was blurred, there was a rough singing voice from the lower bunk: "Brother sleeping on my upper bunk, you are silent..." (*)

Liang He was suddenly agitated, and looked down: "Is there something wrong with you?"

"I didn't sing for you."

"I mean, don't make noise at night?"

Zhao Zhuoyang said unconvinced: "Why is Lao Lang's song so noisy?"

"Turn yourself into an old wolf before you talk about it." Liang He was sleepy, and after all he didn't bother to argue with him, so he lay back and pulled the quilt over his head after speaking.

"Why do you think about staying?" Zhao Zhuoyang stopped singing, but suddenly asked him, "Isn't your house just across the street?"

If he had heard Zhao Zhuoyang raise this question a few days ago, Liang He would probably have ignored it.But now he can tell people what happened relatively naturally, even after a few seconds of silence: "My grandma is in the hospital."

"What's wrong?"

He stuffed his head into the quilt again: "Cancer."

The author says:

*Old Wolf "The Brother Sleeping on My Top Bunk"