My reunion with you is a belated confession

When Xingheng woke up again, the room was surprisingly quiet and completely dark.

His throat was so dry that he felt pain when he pulled the corners of his mouth. It took him a while to recover. He was woken up by urination, and he got up to go to the toilet.But as soon as he moved, he felt that the quilt was being pressed down.But he couldn't hold his urine anymore, Xingheng moved his body, trying to get out of the bed from the other side.

It may be because he moved too much and woke up the person next to the bed.

In the darkness, he couldn't see the expression on He Mingsheng's face, so when He Mingsheng spoke, he still couldn't help being stunned.

"Want to get up?" The same gentle voice as before made Xingheng a little dazed.

Xingheng nodded, and after nodding, he remembered that the room was so dark that he couldn't see anything, so he made a sound, endured the pain and said, "Yeah."

His voice was always broken like a gong, which was extremely unpleasant, especially against the backdrop of He Mingsheng's voice, it was simply a sharp contrast between heaven and earth.

But it's ugly as hell, Xingheng still asked casually against this voice: "What time is it?"

"It's past eight o'clock."

Just as Xingheng was about to get out of bed, he suddenly stopped, full of doubts.

After eight o'clock?Why is it past eight o'clock, could it be that time has flown back?Or was he dreaming?How could it be after eight o'clock? Didn't he wake up in the middle of the night?Could it be that it is past eight o'clock in the morning?But it doesn't look like the sky outside!

There were so many questions that he really didn't know which one to ask, and besides, his throat was so sore that it felt like it was going to smoke.

"Am I dreaming?" Finally he picked out a question that he thought was the most likely, and turned on a light.

Because he doesn't like lights, all the lights in the house except one in the living room are relatively bright, and only one is relatively bright, but he doesn't use it very much at ordinary times. Warm yellow, but dim light.

When these words were said, Xingheng saw the figure of He Mingsheng not far away through the light and paused, then chuckled.

Then, in his somewhat confused expression, He Mingsheng said in his usual voice, "Are you stupid for being so cold?"

"No." Xingheng acted confidently, without the quarrelsome attitude he had before: "I didn't dream, why is it eight o'clock now?"

It may be that Xing Heng's doubtful tone and broken voice sounded a little joyful, but this time He Mingsheng smiled brightly in a very blunt voice, and then said patiently: "You have been lying down all day, since yesterday From night to now."

???

Xing Heng was puzzled, so how could he lie down for so long?

"So, I haven't gotten up to go to the toilet since yesterday?" Xing Heng raised his voice and said.

"En." He Mingsheng's voice carried a smile that hadn't been suppressed just now.

The desire to urinate does not wait for anyone, Xingheng flushes directly to the toilet.

After using the toilet, Xingheng stood by the sink, looked at himself in the mirror under the dim light, and suddenly woke up.

In fact, if He Mingsheng wasn't by his side today, he might not even be able to turn on the lights. He usually has a mobile phone in his hand to solve all the things that he can't do in the dark.

When he woke up, he unconsciously laughed at himself in his heart.

For four years, he seemed to have exhausted all his strength just to quit the three words "He Mingsheng", but He Mingsheng only spent a few hours, and he made him forget what year it is.When he just woke up, Wei Wei felt that something was wrong, but because He Mingsheng was by his side, he forgot the gap of those four years.

Xingheng washed his face and tidied up, so as not to make himself look like a fool, tidied up his emotions before leaving the bathroom.

Coming out of the bathroom, Xing Heng sat in the living room in a daze, under the warm yellow light, the shadow hit his face, making it hard to see his true emotions.Uncertain emotions surged into my heart, making me panic, and the refreshing feeling of nicotine inhaled into my lungs made me miss it.

Holding the cigarette in his hand, the hand that lit the fire paused, and he raised his voice towards the bedroom and said, "I want to smoke a cigarette, do you mind?"

He Mingsheng heard the sound, sat on the short seat on Xingheng's left side, and said, "I don't mind."

Xingheng didn't speak, and quietly lit a cigarette.

After smoking a cigarette, Xingheng didn't speak, and neither did He Mingsheng.

After smoking several cigarettes in a row, when Xingheng was about to finish the last one, the cigarette that was put into his mouth was cut off.Xing Heng didn't say anything, and he didn't light his cigarette again, he just sat there quietly, and when the cigarette was lit, He Mingsheng finished it along with it.

There was only one cigarette butt left before He Mingsheng said, "When did you learn it?"

Xingheng understood the words without any foreshadowing, and shook his head: "I forgot."

This is true, he can’t remember when he learned to smoke, but he just remembered that he was in a daze for a while, and when he woke up again, he was almost in a state of never leaving the cigarette, and he often saw Gao An in the past six months , Every time he met, he was caught talking, or as long as he sent a message to remind him, he restrained himself a little.

"Xingheng, are you really—"

"You should go back."

Xingheng interrupted He Mingsheng, he didn't know what was behind He Mingsheng's "very", but no matter what it was, he didn't want to hear it.Whether it's love or hate, he can't answer He Mingsheng's question.

It is true that there is no hatred, indeed there is no, but there is grievance.But he was afraid that He Mingsheng was asking about love, and he couldn't answer this question.

It's not impossible to say no, but at least that's his persistence seven years ago until now. He couldn't do it so easily to give others the answer, and he couldn't bear to scribble a picture of the feelings he had treasured up by himself. period.

After all, he didn't let go of it from the bottom of his heart, so he didn't want even this little bit of cherished love to be said to have disappeared.

He Mingsheng's words were stuck in his throat. It took a long time for him to nod his head and stand up. When he walked to the door, he paused, turned his back to the person sitting in the living room and said: "I asked Gao An to come and accompany you, and I will come to see you tomorrow night .”

Regarding He Mingsheng's detailed arrangement, Xingheng didn't say yes or no, but when he opened the door, he said: "Don't come here again."

After saying these words, Xing Heng was stunned, and He Mingsheng paused for a long time with his hand on the doorknob before making any movement, his face was turned away from him, buried in the shadows, he couldn't see any emotions, and he didn't say anything to Xing Heng. What to respond to.

Different scenes, different times, but the same sentence, and it was still just the two of them.At that time it was only because of a dream, but now it was because of a clear understanding that this person, no matter what, would never belong to him in the future.

"Click", the sound of locking the door awakened Xingheng Feiyuan's thoughts.

Probably won't come again, five years ago that person said he wouldn't come again, and he was obedient and he really didn't come again.Xingheng walked to the window and looked at the direction in which He Mingsheng left.

There were thin snowflakes in the sky again, Xingheng opened the window and stretched out his hand, some of the cold snowflakes melted on his hand, the coolness could not be more obvious to remind this reality.

He Mingsheng's back looked lonely in the night, as if this person had changed back to the person no one wanted to approach seven years ago. He had no friends around him, and the old man who cared about him had long since returned to the earth, and no one was there anymore. accompany.

In the past, just because others talked about He Mingsheng behind his back, he couldn't bear to argue with others.The person he likes, he can't accept even half a word of bad words from others.After talking about the person, but when he turned around, he bumped into a seemingly indifferent person.He was embarrassed, but the man invited him to leave school together.

He didn't forget that because of a little red flower, that person went to help others with their homework.He clearly agreed that he would spend a small red flower every time he saw him, but he lost the qualification to paint that hand four years ago.

It wasn't until He Mingsheng walked out of the gate that he came back to his senses and told himself: What are you thinking, hasn't he already found his destination for the rest of his life four years ago?

His heart ached a little, he knew that the words "don't come again" were just for himself, how could he not want He Mingsheng to appear in front of him again.

This "game" between the two of them, he had completely lost from the very beginning.