My reunion with you is a belated confession

Even so, Xing Heng didn't move, he just sat in a stable position.It may be because he was on the phone all afternoon, so when his phone rang, he didn't realize how to proceed to the next step, but just stared at the screen quietly, looking at the name on it, It wasn't until it went dark and the WeChat notification sounded that he suddenly realized it.

Opened WeChat, and there was a message from He Mingsheng hanging on the top: [I was delayed due to something today, and my phone ran out of battery, so I didn't have time to pick you up, I'm sorry. 】

I'm sorry - I haven't heard He Mingsheng say these three words to him for a long time.

It's impossible to say that he didn't mind at all, and he didn't answer the call right away, which was a little bit of anger, but it was He Mingsheng's subsequent explanation that calmed him down.

After Xingheng read the message, he didn't immediately reply to He Mingsheng. He also felt that he was losing his temper, as if a little girl deliberately didn't answer her boyfriend's phone call to show her prestige.Thinking of this, Xingheng looked at the time on his phone, planning to call He Mingsheng in 5 minutes.

Well, he always felt that He Mingsheng had been too conniving towards him recently, so much so that he even dared to have a temper with He Mingsheng, and dared to let others hang out for a while.

Xingheng walked to the balcony. Due to the terrain of their dormitory, there was a large open space behind the balcony, so that their dormitory was originally on the second floor, but it looked like they were on the first floor from the balcony.

Looking at the railing, the raindrops are hitting the sweet-scented osmanthus trees outside, and the rain is getting heavier and heavier. Looking down from the high platform, it seems that a huge bead curtain has been hung, and it is misty, as if shrouded in people's hearts. I was a little out of breath, and the occasional raindrops that flew in from the railing hit my skin, which was wet but didn't feel cold at all.

Sit back on the chair again, pick up the phone to unlock it, the page is still stuck on the paragraph He Mingsheng just sent.Xingheng glanced at the time, almost 10 minutes had passed, but for some reason, Xingheng always didn't want to make this call today, but he really wanted to hear He Mingsheng's voice.

During the few days when He Mingsheng went back, the two of them seldom contacted each other by phone, and even on WeChat, they had a very fixed morning and evening every day, so there was nothing else.

He Mingsheng has never been a talkative person, Xingheng would not take the initiative to ask how the matter about He Guoping was resolved, so He Mingsheng would not say anything, as if wishing that there was no such person in this world, how could he take the initiative to talk to him? He said it.

Even if he didn't want to make this call anymore, Xingheng still called. After all, even if he didn't ask He Guoping, he still wanted to care about He Mingsheng.

This time the call was answered quickly, but it was not He Mingsheng's voice.

A noisy voice came from the opposite side: "He Mingsheng, I accidentally answered your call for you, come here quickly." After that, the man said to him on the phone: "He Mingsheng is drying clothes, come here soon It's gone." Then he ignored him.

Immediately afterwards, He Mingsheng answered from the other side. While waiting for He Mingsheng, Xingheng heard a girl's voice from the opposite side.

"Hello?" He Mingsheng's voice was exhausted.The two of them seldom used the word "Hello" as an opening statement. Xingheng's hand unconsciously clenched the phone tightly, and the words of concern were blocked in his throat.

A not-so-good premonition came, and the agitated Xingheng was a little dizzy, but he still tried to maintain a normal tone: "Your phone has been turned off for a whole day today, and you don't know how to borrow a charger?!"

Xingheng's complaints were obvious, with a coquettish tone. To be honest, he rarely did this, because his parents did not give him such a chance, and he would not do this in front of Gao An, but for some reason, facing He Mingsheng, he I always feel that I have some "Xiaojiabiyu" on me.

"I'm sorry, today was really an accident."

"fine."

Xingheng's pause was only because he heard the teasing from the mobile phone: "Yo, no, Lao He, your girlfriends are all around, what little fairy are you talking to!"

He paused slightly, just wanting to get He Mingsheng's words: Don't talk nonsense.

But when I hung up the phone, I didn't wait.To be precise, since he said "it's okay", the two of them have been in a state of not speaking.I don't know if He Mingsheng changed the place, the phone was surprisingly quiet, apart from each other's breathing, nothing else could be heard.

The long silence had to be broken by someone, Xingheng sniffed and tried to maintain a normal tone: "It's fine, it's fine."

"Well, it's alright."

"That's it, you go to bed earlier."

"Okay, so are you."

"Well, then I'll hang up." The trembling voice betrayed the calmness he wanted to show at the moment, but he still insisted on finishing the last sentence, just to paint a slightly different picture of the youth he had been chasing for three years. Humble full stop, don't let yourself look embarrassed.

After hanging up the phone, Xingheng was in a trance for a long time.

Thunder and lightning flashed outside the window, and the strong wind blew past, carrying the unique smell of sea breeze, very fishy, ​​a smell he had never smelled before.

It's not like he hasn't seen heavy rain when he grows up so big, but he rarely sees such heavy rain.The last time I saw such a heavy rain, I was lucky enough to bring He Mingsheng back to the dormitory. Although his mother called him that day to inform him that he was going to divorce his father, he didn't feel much. All his senses were filled with the matter of taking He Mingsheng back to the dormitory. up.

But this time, when he saw such heavy rain again, he was in a foreign land, but he lost He Mingsheng, and he couldn't even say a word to persuade him to stay, because he never owned it, so he couldn't speak.Some words can't be said anymore after the time has passed, just like he wants to care about He Mingsheng, but now he has no legitimate reason and identity.

Xingheng felt that he was really strong, so he accepted this matter so calmly, and then he took a shower, brushed his teeth, washed his face and went to bed as usual, calmly as if the person who just ended his unrequited love was not him.

Things were done in an orderly manner, without any mistakes or omissions, and he didn't even forget something when he entered the bathroom as usual. It was not like him to be perfectly organized.

Lie on the bed, open WeChat, click on He Mingsheng's WeChat chat interface, and then take screenshots of WeChat messages, I can't count how many, and then delete the messages one by one, all of this is done naturally, as if it should have been did.

Just deleting and deleting, I became sad. Everyone said that the illness came like a mountain, and the illness went like a thread, but the bad mood was like an invisible hand strangling my throat.

On the chat interface is the message he sent to He Mingsheng before: [Brother, I want to rent a house outside, so that we can come here earlier after the New Year. Our school has access control. If we play late in the future, we can stay in Rest inside. 】

He still clearly remembers how careful he was when he sent this message. He wanted to invite He Mingsheng to share the rent with him, so that he could live together more openly. If He Mingsheng didn't want to come out, he Just grind until that person is willing to come out, so that it can be the same as in high school.

In fact, his thoughts are clearly visible every time, it's just that the person doesn't want to understand.

If you want to remove the traces of a person's life from his life in a good way, or a person who cares about it, it is probably a pain like peeling cocoons.

Every time I delete a message, Xingheng feels uncomfortable in his heart as if he is holding back his breath.Heartache to the point of being unable to breathe probably means that even thinking of that name makes the atrium tremble violently. Sad emotions accumulate in the heart, which cannot be resolved by itself. The accumulation is like a mountain, and it feels like even turning over can shake it.

I didn't know when the tears fell, and I didn't notice it at all. When I felt it, I realized that my nose was so blocked that I could only breathe through my mouth.

In the silent night, only the sounds of deep breathing and nose washing are left.

He had thought about all kinds of possibilities with He Mingsheng. The fact that He Mingsheng would find a girlfriend had never occurred to him, but when did he abandon this idea?Even he himself didn't know, when he marked He Mingsheng as his own, he firmly believed that that person must belong to him, so he was caught off guard when the change came, and he didn't even ask for proof. Dare hung up the phone in a hurry, just to save his meager face.

The sound of sobbing seemed a little empty and lonely in the dark night. Sometimes he felt that he was so smart and a little funny, and he was obviously sad to death, but just now, a thought even flashed in his mind: Fortunately, the roommates are not here, otherwise, such a person will be lost to death. idea.

People in the middle of the night, their emotions will always be magnified. Xingheng looked at the phone list in the phone's address book. In order to put He Mingsheng first, he remarked A Sheng. This is a secret that only he knows, because He Mingsheng never checked his mobile phone, so he hid this matter very well.Now that I think about it carefully, it's not that he hid it well, it's just that others don't care, so no one sees it, that's all.

Finger repeatedly on the delete button and confirm button, many things do not need to be reminded by others, or he himself understands best, He Mingsheng's phone number has long been familiar to him, and all the details that happened between him and He Mingsheng As if engraved in his mind, his eyesight is clear, so it doesn't matter to him whether he deletes the phone number and chat history.

He was so awkwardly eager to delete everything, but he wanted to treasure this memory for himself like a thief.

He Mingsheng will not appear in his life in the future, but he is always reluctant to let his memories disappear together.So stubborn, I want to keep this person in my heart.