My reunion with you is a belated confession

"Next, let's invite our senior freshmen to speak." The host's voice sounded in the gymnasium at the freshman opening ceremony.

A slender boy, wearing a school uniform very neatly, at least on the school uniform that everyone dislikes, he perfectly avoided all the minefields, still good-looking, too attractive.

The boy happily took the host's microphone, sat in the vacant seat on the far right of a row of school leaders, and read the speech as a matter of routine.

"Hi everyone, I'm He Mingsheng from the experimental class of the first year of high school. It's a great honor to have the opportunity to speak on behalf of the freshmen." The audience applauded, He Mingsheng stopped his rhetoric, and glanced at the people in the audience.

He didn't care if someone applauded him or something happened, but one person caught his attention. The boy sitting in the second row of Class [-] and [-] was holding a mobile phone, and his dark blue hair was very conspicuous.The mobile phone in his hand was facing him blatantly, and when he saw his gaze, he was not in a hurry, and even raised his hand to say hello.

The person next to the boy seemed to know him very well, and slapped his leg unceremoniously.

"Gao An, do you want to die?"

Xingheng woke up from his sleep and pinched the center of his brows.He got up and got out of bed and looked at the snow falling again outside the window. He just had a messy dream and looked at his stupid things from the perspective of He Mingsheng.

I don't know if it was telepathy, but Gao An called: "Hey, Brother Xing, where are you?"

"Home." Xingheng spit out a word, his voice was hoarse and uncomfortable, and he realized that his mouth was so dry that his throat hurt.

"What's wrong with you?" Gao An heard that something was wrong with Xing Heng, and asked hastily.

"It's okay. The wind blows too much, and it's a little hot." Xingheng said, "What's the matter with calling?"

In the four years of college, he had not had little contact with Gao An, but he rarely called. As long as Gao An can talk to Xingheng on the phone, there must be something important.

It's not that Gao An didn't call Xingheng during his daily greetings, but this person has clearly said, don't call if you have nothing to do, just send a message. ?

Facts have proved that he was right. After being rejected several times, he finally learned how to behave. Unless there is a major event, he usually sends a message to contact.

"No, I'm just asking you." Gao An said hesitantly.

Xingheng understood, and asked back: "You know everything?" He Mingsheng came back, of course he was not the only one who knew, if it wasn't for the bloody coincidence of the phone call, maybe he didn't know until now.

"Yes, I just saw it in the group. Let's just say, Brother Xing, don't be impulsive about anything!"

Hearing Gao An's emphasis, Xingheng laughed: "What are you thinking, what impulse can I have? I haven't seen you for four years, no matter how deep the root of love is, it's time to pull out."

Gao An felt that something was wrong when he heard this muttered to himself.

"Brother Xing, you know it's been four years, it's time to let go."

"Yeah, it's time to let go, after all, I'm still so young."

After hanging up the phone, Xingheng poured himself a glass of water, but when he wandered to the window again, he saw a figure engraved in his bones.

The community Xingheng lives in is an apartment, and the security is very good, and strangers rarely come in.So why is He Mingsheng here? Is he living here or looking for someone?

Impulsiveness took over his mind, the promise he had just made with Gao An had long since been left behind, he picked up the clothes on the sofa and went out without even having time to change into his slippers.

In fact, he has always had a lot of things he wanted to say to He Mingsheng. He wanted to say: It’s not because he didn’t want to watch it this afternoon. He wanted to say what he wanted to say again all the time. He wanted to tell He Mingsheng that he liked him, and he wanted to ask He Mingsheng for four years. Is it true what I heard on the phone before, and I want to ask He Mingsheng, is it really old and dead from now on?

There are too many things to ask, how can one afternoon be enough, as if he hasn't thought about the beginning, the time for that meal is over.

The elevator opened, Xingheng rushed outside without thinking, and met someone who came in and also entered the elevator, looked up and wanted to say sorry, but got stuck in his throat.Probably because I really have a cold, otherwise why my throat is so uncomfortable, it seems that something is really stuck in my throat and I can't pull it out.

The person in front of him seemed to have never expected to meet Xing Heng here, the man said to the woman beside him: "You are here, go up."

The girl looked at Xingheng and frowned, as if she wanted to say something.Before she opened her mouth, she was forced back by He Mingsheng's eyes. The girl smiled, the evil in her eyes was obvious, and she said to He Mingsheng the moment the elevator door closed: "Mingsheng, it's getting late, come up quickly oh!"

Hearing the girl's words, Xingheng's figure swayed, and the down jacket he was wearing fell to the ground.

It's too late to pick it up, and I don't want to pick it up.At this moment, he really didn't want to see He Mingsheng, thinking of the voice on the phone call he made four years ago, he also called He Mingsheng's name like that.

Hurriedly walking towards another elevator, Xingheng frantically pressed the up button, the fifth floor, soon, soon disappeared.

"Don't press it." He Mingsheng interrupted him, with a bit of disappointment in his tone: "If you really don't want to see me, I'll go, don't run away in such a hurry."

Hearing He Mingsheng's words, Xingheng stopped what he was doing, just stared blankly at the elevator door, and didn't speak.

"Xingheng, don't run away when you see me like this." He Mingsheng said again, hiding all the grievances in his words.

Xingheng didn't understand, he was wronged no matter what, he was rushing to confess, wanted to understand the ins and outs of everything, wanted to ask He Mingsheng if he was really happy without his interruption for these four years?But it turns out that there is no need to confess, and everything is the same as what he thinks and knows.

He Mingsheng had a girlfriend four years ago, and sent the girl home four years later, both before and now remind him that He Mingsheng does not belong to him, and will never belong to him, not because he can get it with love and hard work of.

Xingheng wanted to explain that he didn't, but his throat was so sore that he couldn't make a sound at all, and his head was dizzy. He shivered.

He Mingsheng picked up the clothes on the ground and handed them to Xing Heng. Xing Heng took them, but he didn't even look over.He Mingsheng lowered the hand that was holding the down jacket just now, and said with a hurt expression: "The elevator is here, it's very cold outside, you should go up early and rest."

Xingheng still didn't speak, just shook the hand he was holding.

The elevator door opened, and Xingheng let out a long breath the moment he walked in, and turned around only when the elevator closed to press the floor.He felt that he was really improving. At least tonight, he still had a lot of backbone, and he didn't lose his last bit of dignity.

Seeing his own image reflected in the elevator door, Xing Heng sighed.No matter how well he pretended, as long as it was about He Mingsheng, he would never be able to remain indifferent.

He fell in love with He Mingsheng so quickly that for a while he thought he had some strange disease that he didn't know about.

He likes He Mingsheng, like a tree that has taken root in one place. Although no one takes good care of it, he is already used to the wind, sand and soil moisture here, so he doesn't want to move it any more.He devoted all his energy to liking people on He Mingsheng, knowing that he shouldn't, but he got stuck in it and couldn't extricate himself.

He Mingsheng looked at Xingheng until he closed the elevator door and didn't look at him again when he panicked. He was even more flustered than that night four years ago. He instinctively wanted to catch up, but was caught by Xingheng's back the moment the elevator door closed. The back wakes up the gods.

All the questions he wanted to ask were blocked, just like the phone call he dialed four years ago, the person inside said: He Mingsheng, you can't treat me like this just because I like you, I just like you, since you don't need , then I don’t like it in the future.

So what did he think when he heard this sentence at that time?

Do you want to respond that I like you too, or do you feel like waiting?

Of course, wait, he is not ready for anything yet.But he still couldn't help but replied in his heart: I like you too, you who held up the camera at the opening ceremony were like a ray of light seeping in the darkness.