I overturned my car after I slapped Gao Leng school grass by mistake

"Did I say I was leaving?"

When Chu Tingdong went to the ice rink to look for Zhong Xun, Zhong Xun was still helping Pan Yu unload the goods. He was wearing a hooded sweater, his messy and slightly curly hair was raised, and he was carrying a heavy plastic box in his arms.

"Brother, wait for me for a while." Zhong Xun turned his head to see him, and the lying silkworm immediately bent a beautiful arc.

The headlights of the ice rink were still on, and the lights were reflected in his eyes, like stars falling into countless spring nights in Ningcheng.

Chu Tingdong walked over, patted his back, took the box from his arms, "I'll do it."

Zhong Xun didn't argue with him, Chu Tingdong went to move some heavy drink boxes, and he followed Chu Tingdong to move the remaining small plastic boxes to the warehouse.

"What movie do you want to see?" Chu Tingdong poked his hair, lowered his head and asked him.

Seeing that the college entrance examination was approaching, he was afraid that Zhong Xun would be too distracted, so he didn't take him to a farther place to play, so he picked a small private theater near the school, which had a good selection of movies.

In fact, Zhong Xun hasn't watched many movies, he just wants to stay with Chu Tingdong.

In the dimly lit seats in the movie theater, Chu Tingdong would hold his hand and clasp his fingers tightly.

Or Chu Tingdong directly held his hand in his palm, the knuckles were slender and strong, making his bones ache.

But he likes it, and wants him to hold it tighter.

"You choose," Zhong Xun said with a blushing face, "I'll watch everything."

Chu Tingdong has no experience, and when he was dating Zhong Xun, he naturally thought of going to a romantic movie, but Zhong Xun didn't seem to like it very much, so he didn't choose it this time.

He picked an old Hong Kong movie, it was a zombie movie, Zhong Xun's eyes brightened obviously.

Chu Tingdong booked a private room in a private cinema, and Zhong Xun pulled his wrist to sit on the loveseat sofa, leaned on him, hugged his arm and bowed his head to eat popcorn.

"Are you afraid?" Chu Tingdong snatched one from his fingertips, it smelled like caramel, and there was a smile in his eyes.

Zhong Xun was not convinced at all, and said bluntly: "I am taking care of you, and I am afraid that you will be frightened."

Chu Tingdong was noncommittal.

Zhong Xun didn't make much fuss throughout the whole process, no matter how horrifying and bloody the movie screen was, he didn't move.

Chu Tingdong put his arms around his shoulders, pretending that he was asleep, pinched his chin to see, Zhong Xun's eyes were still wide open.

Chu Tingdong let go of his hand again, and stroked his soft curly hair like coaxing a child.

Zhong Xun took a sip of iced Coke with a straw in his mouth, and his palm was frozen cold, but he didn't take a sip for a long time. He pursed his lips, and his eyes were fixed on the movie screen for a moment, as if fascinated or in a daze.

I don't know if it will be the last time to come to the cinema with Chu Tingdong like this.

His eyes are stagnant, his brain, mood, every inch of his bones are stiff, his breathing is blocked in panic, but his face is surprisingly calm, he can even discuss movies with Chu Tingdong.

It is said that the makeup of this zombie is too heavy, and the eye circles seem to be smoked out, but it is not scary at all.

He also said that next time he wants to go to a movie theater to watch a ghost movie, maybe there will be more atmosphere if there are more people.

Chu Tingdong held his hand, and he agreed in a low voice when he said something. Zhong Xun's fingertips were very soft. Chu Tingdong kneaded it, and he remembered the Siamese cat he raised for his grandfather, and the pads were also soft. So tender.

But that Siamese cat is obviously not as bold as Zhong Xun. If there is a slightly different sound in the movie, it will blow its hair vigorously.

After Zhong Xun and Chu Tingdong finished watching the movie, it was almost ten o'clock in the evening, Zhong Xun was suddenly a little hungry, so they ordered a supper on the first floor of this private cinema.

Maybe because they show Hong Kong movies at night, the business is low. Now there are only two of them as customers, and the store has thoughtfully changed the background sound of the store to Cantonese songs.

"But in a blink of an eye, the entire street is about to be filled with crows. Doesn't the good scene mean that you can't just climb up the ladder every day? Doesn't the person you love live forever..."

Zhong Xun didn't react at first, and hummed a few words out of tune, until he hummed to "forget about him who loved him", and suddenly stopped, and the brown sugar glutinous rice cake that he had just eaten suddenly tasted bland and bitter.

The stalk stuck in his throat, and he felt like throwing up.

He couldn't take it anymore, he hurriedly lowered his head and stuffed all the supper into his stomach, which made his stomach hurt, his back was drenched in cold sweat, and then he pulled Chu Tingdong away.

"What's the matter?" Chu Tingdong saw that his expression was not quite right, reached out to touch his forehead, stopped and asked.

Zhong Xun shook his head.

He wanted to go to the bathroom and asked Chu Tingdong to wait for him where he was.

Chu Tingdong frowned, rubbed his fingers together and rubbed his wrist, and then let go after half a minute.

When Zhong Xun left, he didn't bother to check his phone. Xue He seemed to have sent him a message that night. He actually guessed what Xue He wanted to say to him, so he didn't open it for the time being.

[Xue He: Did the coach tell you?It's the doctor your dad had been trying to contact, but he didn't accept him. 】

Of course Chu Tingdong still remembered that Chu Henglin had asked people to seek medical treatment everywhere in foreign countries. This orthopedic doctor was already well-known in the industry and had treated countless athletes at home and abroad, especially for ankle injuries like his.

Whether it is the success rate of the operation or the prognosis, it is possible to achieve the most ideal level.

But the other party is old, and he has been recuperating in a nursing home all year round. After all the hard work, he couldn't see each other in the end.

At that time, everyone felt that there was no hope.

【Xue He: The coach still wants me to ask you what you think, and I want to ask too. In fact, I think, even if you don’t want to compete anymore, it’s better to be cured than to be cured, right? 】

……

Zhong Xun went to flush his face and came out, but he didn't really want to go back to the dormitory now.

He and Chu Tingdong walked along the river for a long time. The lights on the bridge beside the river meandered, and the chilly night wind blew in front of his head. Only then did his drowsy and stiff brain wake up a little.

Even if Chu Tingdong leaves now and goes abroad for surgery, it doesn't mean they will break up.

It's just that if Chu Tingdong goes abroad, if he can be cured, he may have to wait until the college entrance examination before returning.

He didn't quite understand, but he vaguely heard Wu Yulan's words, it seemed that opportunities were hard to come by, and they couldn't be bought with money.

You have to cooperate with the doctors abroad. If you miss it, you don’t know what year it will be next time, and maybe there will be no next time.

No matter how he doesn't understand, he also knows that the most precious thing for athletes is time. Chu Tingdong has missed two years, and there is no extra time to waste.

Then they will have a long-distance relationship.

In fact, it's not a big deal, he can bear it for half a year at most, and then he will be able to find Chu Tingdong, isn't it just a period of time apart, and other people's long-distance relationships can live well.

He comforted himself all night, and after thinking about it, his chest was no longer as tight as before.

But Chu Tingdong's student status seems to be still in S City, and the college entrance examination should not be taken at the same place as him. Now counting the time, there are still various inspections, and the treatment may not be over during the college entrance examination.

Maybe after returning to China for a few days for the college entrance examination, I have to go abroad again for surgery and rehabilitation, which will take several months.

In the worst case, they won't see each other for more than a year.

Zhong Xun pursed his lips, and his eyes were still dazed and dazed. All the things he had thought about, what he would do with Chu Tingdong during the holiday after the college entrance examination, were all in vain.

But these are nothing, he thought of the ice rink that night before, the figure skating program that Chu Tingdong skating for him was still recorded in his SLR, and his chest swelled uncontrollably.

The ice rink in Ningcheng was dilapidated, dilapidated, and still very small. The big ice rink was completely silent, except for the sound of fireworks bursting suddenly in the night outside.

The audience is only him.

He wanted to take pictures of him on the brighter and grander ice rink. The pure white ice surface has no cracks, but there are more enthusiastic flowers and brocades than ever before, as well as boiling applause.

Just thinking about it for a while, his nose sore, tears almost fell down.

-

Chu Tingdong felt that something was wrong with Zhong Xun, and even took the initiative to pester him to give lectures when he went to school.

Even if Zhong Xun is serious about doing the questions now, he still puts them aside after finishing the work, and every time Chu Tingdong pulls him to give a wrong question, he is reluctant, and when his temper comes up, he looks impatient.

"Why are you so difficult to serve?" Zhong Xun was quite angry, "I don't want to learn, but you beat my ass, I study hard, and you think I'm sick."

"I didn't say you were sick." Chu Tingdong sighed, looked at him amusedly, and said coldly, "You said it yourself."

Zhong Xun turned his head away and said nothing, Chu Tingdong pulled his elbow, and he hid to the side.

Chu Tingdong had no choice but to start giving him a lecture. At first, Zhong Xun stiffened his neck and pretended not to listen. After more than a minute, he couldn't help turning his head a little bit, and then leaned over.

"Understood?" Chu Tingdong saw that he was only staring at himself without taking a look at the paper, and when no one was paying attention, he bent his knuckles and scraped his face.

Zhong Xun nodded, shook his head again, drooped the ends of his hair, and said wearily: "You can tell me again."

"Don't pretend you can't." Chu Tingdong was not used to his stink.

Zhong Xun's lips parted slightly, but he didn't make a sound. He lowered his eyelashes and lowered his head to do a few new questions. He wanted to ask Chu Tingdong another one who didn't know it, but who would have thought that he would know it!

He couldn't be reconciled, he held back for a long time, turned around, and resentfully bumped Chu Tingdong's shoulder with his forehead.

He just wanted to listen to Chu Tingdong tell him a few questions up close. Why is it so difficult? !

Chu Tingdong didn't know how he offended him, anyway, he could annoy Zhong Xun countless times a day, either scolded or bumped.

He was speechless, staring at Zhong Xun's flushed forehead, it was still a little swollen, and asked him, "Does it hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt." Zhong Xun said stubbornly.

still not hurt?

His shoulder is about to crack.

After class was over, Zhong Xun took him to the cafeteria, and forced him to order the noodles that were said to be eaten one by one. The students passing by looked at them with strange eyes in astonishment.

"Honey, don't you dislike the cafeteria?" Chu Tingdong lowered his voice and asked in his ear.

Zhong Xun trembled, the tips of his ears turned red, and even one side of his neck was a little red. He took the dinner plate, sat down with Chu Tingdong in a corner, and said seriously:

"What do you know, this is memory."

Just halfway through his speech, Zhong Xun took out his DSLR to take a picture, and there was the unpalatable noodles, and Chu Tingdong's cold, white and slender arms in the mirror.

He raised his eyes and continued with a blushing face, "After leaving No. [-] Middle School, when you went skating one day, you suddenly remembered that you hadn't eaten in the cafeteria with me, so go cry."

What he said was serious, and there was something special about it, Chu Tingdong couldn't help laughing out loud.

Zhong Xun clicked another picture at him, freezing the smile together.

For several days in a row.

After the evening self-study, they went back to the dormitory together, and Zhong Xun pestered Chu Tingdong to carry his schoolbag for him.

Although he clings to Chu Tingdong, he is worried about being seen out in school after all, and shoulder-to-shoulder with Chu Tingdong is also the distance between boys who have a normal relationship.

Asking the other party to help carry the schoolbag is somewhat ambiguous.

Chu Tingdong finally realized that something was wrong with him. Standing downstairs in the dormitory, he held Zhong Xun's schoolbag and held him with the other hand. His voice was soft and gentle, and asked him: "What the hell is going on?" what happened?"

"Uh..." Zhong Xun moved his eyelashes, stopped hiding, and asked softly, "Are you going abroad?"

Chu Tingdong was startled.

"Are you sure it can be cured?" Zhong Xun continued to ask without waiting for him to speak.

There was hope and worry in his eyes, and he wanted to ask someone for a long time, but he didn't know who to ask. He even secretly called Chu Tingdong's coach, but the coach was also ambiguous.

Chu Tingdong didn't want to lie to him, put his palm around the back of his neck, rubbed it, and told him, "Not necessarily."

"Will it hurt?" Zhong Xun paused for a moment, then opened his eyes and asked again.

The moment Chu Tingdong fell on the field, he didn't actually feel any pain. It was on the way to the hospital and after getting off the operating table that he started to feel the pain.

Chu Tingdong held his hand, with deep eyes, and shook his head gently at him.

Zhong Xun didn't ask any more questions.

He never thought that Chu Tingdong might not go, he also felt that treatment was more important, and even if Chu Tingdong didn't want to part with him, no matter how worried about him, in Chu Tingdong's heart, compared with figure skating, what is he? thing.

He still couldn't help tossing and pulling Chu Tingdong to do everything he wanted to do before he was a little reconciled.

But even so, they can't take graduation photos together.

If only he could pass the college entrance examination, he would be able to follow Chu Tingdong. Even if Chu Tingdong's parents did not accept him, he could still buy a plane ticket and follow him secretly.

When Chu Tingdong recovers, he might still be able to accompany him.

But Chu Tingdong definitely disagreed.

"You are not allowed to mess with others when you go abroad." Zhong Xun started to suffer from hysteria when he got home. He lay on Chu Tingdong's bed, hugged Chu Tingdong's pillow, and hammered it a few times as if venting his anger.

"Uh..." What the fuck?

Chu Tingdong was tormented until he became dizzy during this time, so he ignored him, and sat on the carpet, leaning against the bed to read a book.

There seemed to be no one at home on the weekend, so Zhong Xun also came back to get some change of clothes.

Zhong Xun saw that Chu Tingdong didn't speak, so he got up and went to sit on the edge of the bed. His snow-white calf slumped on Chu Tingdong's shoulder, and his soft calf rubbed against the side of his face and ears.

Chu Tingdong frowned and looked back at him.

Zhong Xun simply got out of bed, stepped on the carpet and sat on his lap, then burrowed into his arms, touched his muscular back, and then touched his crotch, his loose T-shirt was rubbed off Lift it up, revealing the white belly.

Chu Tingdong was breathing heavily, and couldn't help gnashing his teeth, and asked in a low voice, "What are you going to do?"

"Before you leave, you can mess with me a few more times," Zhong Xun said naturally, "in case you go abroad, you won't cheat on me again."

He thought that Chu Tingdong would definitely leave, so he couldn't hide his sourness.

And he knew that if Chu Tingdong wanted to do something, or didn't want to do something, Chu Tingdong would change his mind if he didn't play tricks on him, so he made Chu Tingdong sick without hesitation.

He hoped that Chu Tingdong would recover and be able to return to the arena again, which did not conflict with his reluctance to leave Chu Tingdong.

He can also pretend to be sensible, but he just wants Chu Tingdong to know how reluctant he is, and he has already started to miss him before buying the ticket. If he can go away forever, forget him , Chu Tingdong is too insignificant, right?

He was full of anxiety and couldn't help talking, especially worried that Chu Tingdong would turn his head green.

You can come out, but you can't cheat.

"Uh..." Chu Tingdong suddenly remembered the first day when he was at the same table with Zhong Xun. Zhong Xun was lying on the table with inexplicable red eyes, staring at him. After half a year, nothing changed. He was still the same beautiful psycho. .

Anyone who was questioned about cheating couldn't stand it, Chu Tingdong frowned, Zhong Xun scolded him as an idiot, the more scolding he got, the harder it sounded, and he couldn't hear it, so he whispered: "Crazy."

"Why are you like this!" Zhong Xun was stunned, he had never seen such a gentle person, and this kind of person could still have a partner, thanks to his blindness.

"You don't want to be scolded," Chu Tingdong took his hand and asked him, "Why do you keep scolding others?"

Zhong Xun was taken aback for a moment, and the circles of his eyes began to turn red in an instant.

He just felt that Chu Tingdong didn't seem to be reluctant to part with him at all, so what could be done by coaxing him a little.

The door of the living room slammed slightly, it was the sound of Wu Yulan's footsteps, Zhong Xun suddenly panicked, and wanted to go back to his bedroom, but felt that it was too late, maybe he just bumped into it when he went out.

Chu Tingdong didn't let him go, the bedroom door was still locked, he put his arms around Zhong Xun.

-

Wu Yulan approached Chu Tingdong before, and didn't talk nonsense to him, so she asked, "Did you receive a call from your coach? He said that you didn't agree to him right away, is it true?"

"En." Chu Tingdong didn't deny it, but responded in a low voice.

Even if she wasn't raised by her side since she was a child, but she was her own child after all, Wu Yulan felt that she could figure out Chu Tingdong's thoughts to some extent.

It was nothing more than fear that after he left, they would target Zhong Xun.

"What can we do with him?" Wu Yulan's tone was almost sarcastic, she thought she was always a gentle person, but now she used such tone to question Chu Tingdong.

Chu Tingdong lowered his eyes silently.

"Okay, I know you have an idea in your heart, and I also know what you said to Uncle Zhong," Wu Yulan suppressed the turbulent emotions, "You think there is nothing wrong with liking boys, and you don't think it is something to be ashamed of, don't be afraid People know about it, but is Xiao Xun the same?"

Chu Tingdong paused, he guessed what Wu Yulan wanted to say, but he couldn't stop it.

"Do you dare to say that you are with a boy?" Wu Yulan's voice began to tremble again uncontrollably, "but do you dare to say that you have sex with you... with your brother?"

Chu Tingdong frowned deeply, and said, "Mom, you know, he's not my real brother."

Wu Yulan was sitting on the sofa the whole time, holding a photo album in her hand, and when she heard what Chu Tingdong said, she gently waved to him and called him, "Xiaoye, come here."

Chu Tingdong walked to the sofa, and when he lowered his eyes, his eyes paused.

It was a photo of him and Zhong Xun when he was a child. Zhong Xun had a hairpin pinned to his curly hair, holding a little white dog in his arms, holding his little finger and hiding behind his arm, looking timidly at the camera.

"It's next to the grape arbor downstairs," Wu Yulan pointed to him, and said, "I took the picture for you two."

Chu Tingdong didn't speak, Wu Yulan continued to scroll down, there were about a dozen photos, and there was even a group photo of four people.

"You watch this again." Wu Yulan took out a video tape and played it to him.

It was recorded with a camera more than ten years ago. The picture quality and sound are very blurry, but he can still see and hear clearly. He was a little dazed for a moment, and Zhong Xun called him brother in a very immature voice.

As if in an amusement park, Zhong Zhonglin was there too, with a young and handsome smile on his face, he turned his head and waved his hands at the camera.

During that time, his business happened to be doing well, and he felt that he was lucky to bring Zhong Xun back, and when Chu Tingdong came to stay at home for a few days, he took them out to play when he had time.

Chu Tingdong still had no expression on his face, but Zhong Xunwan was crazy, holding his hand and running around, his eyes were extraordinarily bright, his forehead hair was wet, curly and messy.

"Brother, let's go on the slide." Zhong Xun was shorter than children of the same age, more than half a head behind him, wrapped his white and soft arms around his waist, raised his head and hummed to him.

Chu Tingdong took his hand and accompanied him.

This slide was too high and steep for Zhong Xun, Chu Tingdong kept a cold face, and wanted to catch him at the bottom, Zhong Zhonglin was afraid that he would not be able to catch him, so the two of them fell down together, so they followed him.

"Xiao Xun, it's done," Zhong Zhonglin raised his head and smiled, and said to Zhong Xun, "Come to Dad."

Zhong Xun pouted his buttocks and sat on the edge of the slide slowly, his fair face was full of excitement. The moment he let go of his hand and slid down, he screamed softly, and then was hugged by Chu Tingdong.

He slipped and fell to the side close to Chu Tingdong.

Zhong Zhonglin rubbed his head, Chu Tingdong obviously didn't want to be rubbed, so he smiled and touched Chu Tingdong's shoulder.

"Father will take you to the restaurant later," Zhong Zhonglin told them, "Think about what you want to eat now."

Chu Tingdong had already started to practice figure skating at that time, but Zhong Xun was a little sick child, sick and fond of playing, he began to slump when he got in the car.

His curly hair clung to his cheeks, Wu Yulan hugged him and patted his back gently.

He had already called Wu Yulan Auntie, but he got carried away with the game, his face was red, and he was still too sleepy, so he turned his head and whispered "Mom".

All the discord and collapse have not happened yet, at least in this video tape, if you don't know anything and watch with a cold eye, anyone will think that this must be a family.

"Tell me," Wu Yulan asked Chu Tingdong in a hoarse voice with tears still in her eyes, "is he your brother, what's the difference?"

She also couldn't accept that Chu Tingdong was gay.

But compared to Chu Tingdong's father, or Zhong Zhonglin, what made her more unacceptable was that Zhong Xun was with Chu Tingdong.

Chu Tingdong was the child she gave birth to through the pain of pregnancy, even if she didn't love Zhong Xun enough and was not good enough to him, Zhong Xun grew up in her arms.

How does this make her accept? !

"I won't force you," Wu Yulan said softly and tiredly, "When did mom force you to do something you don't like?"

Chu Tingdong's Adam's apple moved slightly, and he raised his eyes from the video tape.

"I know that Xiao Xun is a good boy and deserves to be liked by you." Wu Yulan's eyes were red, and when she turned her head away, tears rolled down again, "But Chu Tingdong, tell me again."

"Tell me again, you are gay and you are in love with your brother!"

-

Zhong Xun was slightly relieved when he heard that Wu Yulan had gone to the master bedroom, as if she had fallen asleep.

"I was wrong," he lay on Chu Tingdong's shoulder, his eyelids were still a little red, he couldn't help but confess after the fuss, "I know I'm making trouble for no reason again..."

"But why don't you miss me?"

Even if he hadn't met a few couples, he still felt that it was very abnormal for him to be separated across oceans and not see each other for a year or so, and they didn't have any reaction.

Chu Tingdong was no different from usual.

He couldn't help feeling suffocated in his heart, and he didn't know how to vent it, even if Chu Tingdong told him to stay alone and go to the exam.

"Zhong Xun." Chu Tingdong wiped the wet corners of his eyes with his fingertips, forbearance and restraint, he couldn't show any emotion on his face, it poured deeply into his lungs.

He asked in a low voice, "Did I say I was leaving?"

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