I still want to pretend after falling off the horse

The footsteps outside the door gradually went away, Yang Yixin sat up from the bed, and touched his mouth absently.

The first thought that came to his mind was: Shang Yuan likes me.

But he immediately dismissed the thought.The last time he had this idea, Shang Yuan slapped him in the face with his actions, and the two had a big fight and broke up unhappy.This time he didn't dare to jump to conclusions.

But how to explain this kiss?Is Shang Yuan such a casual person?Does he kiss anyone casually?

Yang Yixin was full of doubts, and suddenly found that he didn't know much about Shang Yuan.In case Shang Yuan has rich experience in love, this is just to test whether he has feelings for men; or he is gay himself, and he will not refuse anyone who is good-looking.It's all possible.

Yang Yixin was in a state of confusion, and combined with Shang Yuan's attitude during this time, it was absolutely impossible to like him, so if he explained it from any other angle, he was taken advantage of in vain.

He was in an extremely complicated mood, and fell into a ball on the bed, secretly thinking: If he didn't like it, then Shang Yuan would be a scumbag.

The consequence of drinking too much alcohol is a splitting headache the next day.Yang Yixin still had to get up early to go to class. When he woke up, it was still dark, and he was in a state of semi-stretch.

In the morning Liu Ziyi greeted him and joked, "You can drink a lot, you drank a lot yesterday."

Yang Yixin gave this malicious woman a smirk, remembered what she said, and deliberately asked: "How are Chen Wei and Yuan Jiangxue? I sacrificed my life for benevolence, so my hard work will not go to waste, right?"

Liu Ziyi shrugged, pretending to be ignorant and said, "I don't know, it might be. They left first yesterday, and I didn't ask."

Yang Yixin smiled without saying a word, and put this woman on the blacklist that he must never associate with.

When he was returning to work, he went in through the back door and saw Shang Yuan at a glance, holding a colorful magazine and flipping through it casually.

Yang Yixin stopped in the back and gave himself enough mental support, thinking that he secretly kissed him last night, so he will be a little closer today no matter what.So he strode up to Shang Yuan, looked down at the cover of the magazine in his hand, and said, "Designer Weekly, are you still interested in this?"

Taking Shangyuan's hobbies as an entry point, there is no better topic than this.However, Shang Yuan raised his eyes and glanced at him for a moment, turned the page without saying a word and continued to read, ignoring him at all.

This reaction confused Yang Yixin, he pressed Shang Yuan's book in desperation, and asked, "Why are you ignoring me?"

Shang Yuan was expressionless: "What's the matter?"

"I..." Yang Yixin was stuck.He originally wanted to ask him what happened last night and what the kiss meant, but he restrained his impulse for a moment.

If Shang Yuan denied it flatly, wouldn't he become his own mess again?And it was humiliating.

Yang Yixin will not do things that risk the death of the society.

So the words in his mouth turned around and became: "I don't know a question, and I want to ask you for advice."

"Me neither." Shang Yuan said without thinking.

"You will definitely, math problems, you have always got full marks in math." Yang Yixin took out the book as he said.

Shang Yuan shouted into the classroom: "Xu Mao!"

"Hey! What's the matter?" A boy turned his head.

"Someone is asking you a question!" Shang Yuan pointed to the side.

Xu Mao was the representative of the mathematics class. Yang Yixin collected his homework for him. He was very helpful and immediately came over and said, "What question? Feel free to ask. I promise to explain in more detail than the reference answer."

Yang Yixin paused the hand holding the book, spread the book reluctantly, and casually pointed to a question.

It is indeed detailed, but the words are ugly, and the 5 and 8 are not clearly written, and Yang Yixin's eyes are about to go blind.

Not long after Chen Wei came in, Yang Yixin saw him sitting down, and said to Xu Mao: "I understand the rest, no need to talk, thank you."

Then he patted Chen Wei on the shoulder and asked, "Are you okay?"

Chen Wei turned his head with a calm expression, not the mournful face Yang Yixin had imagined.

He said, "I'm fine, what's wrong?"

Yang Yixin said, "What did you say to Yuan Jiangxue yesterday?"

Chen Wei smiled a little embarrassedly, and said to him quietly: "I confessed, but she hasn't agreed yet. She said she wanted to be friends with me first,"

Yang Yixin frowned, "Did you agree or refuse?"

"Ah."

"What do you mean?"

Chen Wei: "It's good, it's good to be friends now."

"You are really..." Yang hesitated to speak.

Chen Wei touched the top of his head with a smile, and it was hard to hide a trace of loneliness in his eyes.Yang Yixin didn't say anything more.

Likes are not easily changed, and this feeling will not disappear overnight.But Yang Yixin would not stop him, and would not say that Yuan Jiangxue used him as a backup, even if he said it, he might not believe it.Besides, liking is wishful thinking.

However, this incident became a small pimple in Yang Yixin's heart. He cared more about the feelings of Chen Wei, a fool, than he imagined, especially when the cloudy weather turned sunny in Chen Wei's two days, and Yuan Jiangxue's name frequently appeared in his mouth. , it seemed that he was coaxed by that woman, Yang Yixin really wanted him to wake up.

Until this evening, Yuan Jiangxue waited for Liu Ziyi to leave when the competition class was over.Yang Yixin didn't expect Liu Ziyi to be so jealous of her, and the two could still maintain the illusion of sisterly love, and even maintain a good relationship.

Yuan Jiangxue also saw Yang Yixin, and she turned her head to say hello.

Yang Yixin froze for a moment, he saw Yuan Jiangxue wearing a gray scarf, exactly the same as the one he was wearing.

Liu Ziyi was more sensitive about men and women, so she noticed it at a glance, and said, "Hey, why do you have the same scarf?"

Yuan Jiangxue pinched a part of the scarf and covered her face downwards, revealing half of her beautiful face. The deep eyes of the mixed race were half-curved with a smile, "Coincidentally, a friend gave it to me."

Liu Ziyi asked again: "Boyfriend?"

"Ordinary friends." Yuan Jiangxue patted her coyly, with a sweet smile.

The two girls walked forward noisyly. Yang Yixin stood there and looked at Yuan Jiangxue's back. After a long time, he took off his scarf and stuffed it into his schoolbag.

The exact same gray scarf was the same style that Yang Hong bought for him and Shang Yuan, and he delivered it to Shang Yuan himself, but Shang Yuan had never worn it.

Yang Yixin was wearing a jacket with a low collar, the cold wind poured in from his collar, his limbs were chilling, and it seemed that there was not even a trace of heat in the clothes.

He felt as if he had poured down a bottle of ice water on a cold day for nine days. He felt uncomfortable physically and even more uncomfortable in his heart.

Yuan Jiangxue has the ability to catch a bunch of spare tires, so naturally he also has the ability to get Shang Yuan's attention.He and Shang Yuan were not together at any time except in class, and he didn't even know when Shang Yuan came into contact with Yuan Jiangxue.It was as if Shang Yuan had completely escaped from his cognition and escaped to other circles of friends, but he knew nothing about it.

He suddenly realized that he was losing Shang Yuan.

Fear suddenly seized his mind, and he never thought he would be so afraid of it.

It is possible for Shang Yuan to be with Yuan Jiangxue.

Yang Yixin was sitting downstairs in the community, staring blankly at the empty road in front of him. When the security guard came to ask if he needed help, he shook his head.

There is light snow in the sky again, and it always snows in winter in Wenyang. It is only when the snow is not cold that it turns into snow. It seems that when some things happen, people don’t feel it. When they think about it afterwards, the feelings will become clear and intense.

The feeling of Shang Yuan secretly kissing him that day is still engraved in his mind, he thought, it's not that he doesn't reject it, maybe he likes it very much.Because I like it, it is so painful now.

He took out the scarf from his schoolbag and silently held it in his hand. The snowflakes fell on the scarf and didn't melt immediately, turning into a crystal white spot.

He lowered his head, buried his face in the scarf, and curled up motionless.

After an unknown amount of time, the balcony of the upstairs family turned on lights. A person opened the window and looked down, and saw a figure sitting by the faint street light.Shang Yuan glanced at his watch, it was twelve o'clock, and he still hadn't come home.

The snow fell more and more heavily, and it almost turned into heavy snow. Yang Yixin's shoulders were covered with white, but he remained motionless, as if he had become an unconscious sculpture.

Shang Yuan frowned, and was about to go downstairs, but saw Yang Yixin standing up slowly, because his body was too cold and his movements were stiff and slow, holding a gray mass in his arms, he walked to the trash can and settled down. In half a minute, the ball of gray was thrown in.

Five minutes later, there was a sound of opening the door. Shang Yuan turned his head and saw Yang Yixin coming in from the entrance, his face was red with cold, and his eyes were also red.

"You haven't slept yet?" Yang Yixin squeezed out a pale smile when he saw him.

Looking at his expression, Shang Yuan couldn't help trembling his fingertips, and slowly retracted his fingers into his palms to make a fist. He had to keep a distance from Yang Yixin, but seeing Yang Yixin like this at this moment, he still couldn't help it. Asked, "Why are you back so late?"

"Going to eat supper." Yang Yixin took off his schoolbag and carried it into his arms, bowed his head and said, "Then I'll go up first." Then he went upstairs.

Shang Yuan looked at his back, and suddenly found that his exposed neck was red from the cold, where is the scarf?

He looked out the window downstairs again, where Yang Yixin was sitting just now.The thing that was thrown was a scarf?

Shang Yuan was worried about this, and he stayed until after three o'clock in the middle of the night, and the sanitation truck in the community collected garbage at four o'clock in the morning. He couldn't help wrapping up a coat, and hurried downstairs in slippers. There was already a layer of snow on the ground. , He walked in the snow with one deep foot and one shallow foot, and the snow seeped into his slippers, it was very cold, but he remained indifferent, until he found the trash can where Yang Yixin threw things, reached in and picked up the lump of things.

Sure enough, it was a scarf.

Shang Yuan let out a sigh of relief, shook the scarf, and walked back with it.

The next day, Yang Yixin caught a cold and his nose was very stuffy. He took some cold medicine to relieve the symptoms, and held a cup in his hand. Whenever someone passed by him, he would always pour him a cup of boiled water, so the boiled water in his cup would be never broke.These well-meaning people include representatives of several good friends, as well as good Chinese classmates who are full of sympathy.After a few months, he has become a favorite of the class.

In the eyes of all the classmates, he is just a good baby who can't lift his hands or shoulders, is weak and sick, and is easy to be bullied.

Good-looking, cute with a smile, polite and helpful, who doesn't like this kind of good-looking baby?

Perhaps because of his illness, Yang Yixin became very quiet. He who is usually keen on socializing suddenly withdrew to his small position. Every day, besides brushing up questions, he was immersed in memorizing books.

Shang Yuan was keenly aware that Yang Yixin was forcing himself to study hard, and his state was very similar to the state after he failed the six hundred exams last month.Last time it was anxiety, but this time it was not just anxiety, but a deeper emotion that closed him up.