Ten years to feed the dog

When the enthusiasm fades away, it is time for the sages to escape into Buddhism.

Yao Liang pushed open the window of the room to escape the smell. He looked at the people coming and going outside the window with his head held up. Zhang Yiwen propped his hands on the mattress behind him. Neither of them spoke, nor did they know what they were thinking.

"The movie you chose is too aggressive."

Zhang Yiwen opened his mouth first, with a tone of laziness after release, and made fun of Yao Liang.

"Probably talent."

Zhang Yiwen laughed again, and Yao Liang couldn't help laughing too, and the two just laughed at the slight breeze passing by outside the window.

At that time, he felt that if he could follow Zhang Yiwen for a lifetime, he would probably be able to smile so happily every day.

Of course, it is an if, an if that can only exist in delusions.

The three years of high school, probably the third year of high school, is the fastest. I am immersed in countless exercises day and night, and my mind is full of mathematical formulas. The third year of high school is a year in the decades of life. But it is the most profound.

At that time, smartphones were not popular yet, and Yao Liang was still using a button phone with few functions. The moment before stepping into the examination room, the phone vibrated in his pocket:

"come on."

Those two large characters were reflected on the small screen, but Yao Liang felt at ease like never before.

"You too."

After answering Zhang Yiwen's message, Yao Liang put away the phone and went in.

By the way, in the third year of high school, he had not only boring mathematical formulas in his mind, but also Zhang Yiwen.

After the college entrance examination, Zhang Yiwen and Yao Liang hardly met each other until the day of the graduation ceremony.

Yao Liang felt that Zhang Yiwen was a little cautious that day, and he was a little absent-minded when talking to him. Yao Liang asked Zhang Yiwen what he said in the last sentence when he said a sentence.

Zhang Yiwen is a popular figure in the school, and when the ceremony is over, people surround him.

"Wait for me in the classroom, I have something to tell you."

Zhang Yiwen called Yao Liang to stop, with an urgent expression on his face. Yao Liang was about to ask him what was the matter, but before he could speak, Zhang Yiwen was pulled aside to take a photo.

There were circle after circle of people around Zhang Yiwen. They were noisy and separated Yao Liang from Zhang Yiwen. At first Zhang Yiwen had the strength to turn around and told Yao Liang to wait for him, but soon he His attention was taken away by the friends beside him.

Zhang Yiwen in the crowd laughed wantonly, Yao Liang stood there quietly watching Zhang Yiwen's gradually receding figure, and said something inaudible:

"it is good."

Yao Liang waited in the classroom for almost half an hour before Zhang Yiwen arrived in the classroom.

It was the same as the day when Yao Liang was waiting for him on the rooftop, he hurried in the door with his hands on his knees, panting for breath.

Yao Liang looked at Zhang Yiwen sweating profusely from running over, and Yao Liang had an inexplicable premonition at that moment—he couldn't and didn't want to hear what Zhang Yiwen was going to say to him next.

Yao Liang knew that he should leave, so he could find a reason, any reason was fine, as long as he could leave.

It's a pity that the brain and the feet seem to have collapsed, unable to cooperate, and the mind is full of thinking that they can't be alone with the person in front of them, but the feet are firmly fixed in place, unable to move half a point.

"Yao Liang, I..."

After he regained his composure, Zhang Yiwen began to speak, but he faltered at me for a long time, but still didn't continue.

Yao Liang stood in front of Zhang Yiwen, listening to Zhang Yiwen's words, he seemed to feel that time was passing by every minute and every second, and the passing speed was slow and annoying.

Yao Liang stood there quietly looking at Zhang Yiwen. Zhang Yiwen was extremely anxious, which was in sharp contrast to Yao Liang's calmness.

Zhang Yiwen put one hand on the back of his neck, his ears were as red as the sunset glow by the window, his gaze swung back and forth, but he didn't look at Yao Liang.

Yao Liang was also patient. Zhang Yiwen was not in a hurry if he didn't say anything, and he didn't urge people to speak up, just waited like that.

Occasionally, a few people laughed and passed by in the corridor outside the classroom. I don’t know how many different people passed by outside, and Zhang Yiwen opened his mouth again.

He put his hand down and looked straight at Yao Liang. His unsmiling expression was so serious, probably because he was not used to Zhang Yiwen's appearance, Yao Liang interrupted Zhang Yiwen by opening his mouth in a strange way.

"You won't stay with me for half a day, right?"

Zhang Yiwen probably didn't expect Yao Liang to speak suddenly, and the words that had been circling in his mouth all day became a word of doubt, and the stiff, soldier-like stance also relaxed.

"Don't laugh at me, I'm very nervous."

After a while, Zhang Yiwen realized that Yao Liang was making fun of him, so he smiled helplessly.

Zhang Yiwen said that he was nervous, but Yao Liang was not. He secretly squeezed his slightly wet palms, pretended to change his standing naturally, and looked at Zhang Yiwen.

Zhang Yiwen returned to that serious look, his body was not as stiff as before, and a few wisps of hot air came in from the window, lifting Zhang Yiwen's white shirt slightly.

To be honest, for this day, Yao Liang only remembered the sunset, the hot wind, Zhang Yiwen's red ears and the hot sweat unique to summer. He didn't remember what Zhang Yiwen's expression was, but he only remembered that he looked serious.

"Yao Liang, I like you, let's be together."

Twelve words are stringed into the young man's heart, but only twelve words, but Yao Liang felt that the heartbeat was like thunder, beating fast and loudly.

The slowly passing time froze immediately after Zhang Yiwen said that sentence, there was no time for anyone to make a sound, and the silent silence constituted the most suffocating waiting.

Yao Liang felt that the person in front of him was a bit hateful, how could he say the words he had organized countless times in his heart so easily, how could he be so confident, not asking himself if he wanted to be with him, but saying affirmatively that we Be together.

But the most hated one is himself, because he will indeed agree to be with him.

But only if you are a girl.

Unfortunately not.

"You have dandelions in your hair."

I like you too.

This is the second half of the sentence that Yao Liang swallowed and did not say.

It was Yao Liang's selfishness to say such an unintelligible sentence. He didn't want their ending to be a sorry ending, and he didn't want Zhang Yiwen to find out how much he liked him.

"Dandelions?"

After hearing Yao Liang's words, Zhang Yiwen touched his hair subconsciously, and really touched the small dandelion seeds that spread around.

Zhang Yiwen froze for a few seconds, holding the dandelion in his hand, and then slowly raised his head to look at Yao Liang. When his eyes met, Zhang Yiwen seemed to understand something.

"Are you trying to reject me?"

Zhang Yiwen lowered his head slightly again, and sat down on the table behind him as if he lost his strength in an instant, with his hands hanging powerlessly aside.

Yao Liang was very fortunate that Zhang Yiwen's hair covered his eyes, and he could only see the wry smile on his lips. If Zhang Yiwen watched him say these words, he would probably be defeated.

"I see."

Zhang Yiwen adjusted his emotions, exhaled slowly, and raised his head:

"I said you, why are you still the same as before, and you don't refuse well, just come up with such a strange sentence."

The smile on Zhang Yiwen's face seems to be the best proof of his helplessness towards Yao Liang, his eyes are very soft, and there seems to be all kinds of tenderness in it.

It's a pity that Yao Liang has no blessing to enjoy it.

"I thought it would work."

Zhang Yiwen muttered to himself, speaking in a low voice, not knowing who he was speaking to.

"Then goodbye, I still have to go to your house to see the old man when I have time."

"Ah."

The ending of Yao Liang and Zhang Yiwen's three years of high school was a hmm. At that time, Yao Liang still felt regretful, but later Yao Liang hoped that the ending between him and Zhang Yiwen would be on that day.

After Zhang Yiwen left, only Yao Liang was left in the classroom. He was just like Zhang Yiwen just now, standing there again when he lost his strength. He sat on the table and glanced at the mp3 placed aside from the corner of his eye.

It was Zhang Yiwen's mp3. Yao Liang immediately looked back and found that Zhang Yiwen had already left, and his selfishness was about to move again. He put on the earphones, pressed the only song in the mp3, and listened, Yao Liang's head lowered slowly.

He heard the lyrics of the next line he had always wanted to know, but he could no longer hear the man's whispering and singing.

The love I had when I was young was not really that unforgettable, but when I really lost it, my heart was still throbbing with pain.

But I can' help falling in love with you.

Who is not.