waste heat

Cheng Yan hesitated for a moment, but still raised his face, met his eyes, and said as if to cover up: "I just saw him."

Zhao Yibai didn't make such a big noise as expected, he just let out an oh and said indifferently, "And then?"

Cheng Yan shook his head, he thought too much, who is Zhao Yibai, what can he hide from him, Cheng Yan said frankly: "I saw it, nothing."

He didn't mention what Song Yu was doing at that time.

Zhao Yibai laughed, laughing at his self-indulgence: "I didn't doubt that the two of you could have anything, it should have been there long ago."

Cheng Yan gave him a white look, and heyed twice: "What do you mean by that?"

Zhao Yibai: "You don't know what I mean?"

Cheng Yan pursed his lips and had no words to refute.

There was a sound of footsteps and conversations behind him. Class was over, and a large number of students came here. Cheng Yan's position was facing the door, and he could see old faces coming in with their shoulders crossed and their backs whispering. No matter how wide his circle is, he can't reach everyone.

Zhao Yibai consciously lowered his voice, listened to the noisy single voice behind him, and said to Cheng Yan: "You haven't given up yet?"

Cheng Yan was looking at the few people who just came in. They also knew the people in the next class, and they were raising their hands to say hello. Seeing that they were about to come and sit with him, Cheng Yan couldn't hear clearly and asked, "What?"

Zhao Yibai wanted to repeat it, but someone came next to him, and his words were drowned out.

When he came up, he hugged his neck, Kang Wei said: "You two are very happy, and you still want to drink."

Cheng Yan handed him the cup: "Come?"

Kang Wei said: "Is it serious if you don't fall? Can you drink?"

Cheng Yan said: "Small problem."

Kang Wei smiled, took it over, pulled out a chair and sat down beside them, raised his hand and said to the boys who were talking to the boss, "Here."

A few boys waved their hands, expressing their understanding. They walked over in twos and threes and sat down in front of this table. The space was not that big. In Sili, Cheng Yan's thick hair was so smooth that it felt soft and slippery. The boy said, "Did you win?"

Cheng Yan shook off the man's hand irritably, and said bluntly: "What are your hobbies, you have the same virtue as Zhao Yibai, take it away." He hated others touching his head the most.

"Sit inside." One person teased him.

Cheng Yan stood up and hopped a few steps to the chair inside, and sat side by side with Zhao Yibai, so that he would have to move when there were too many people.

Today, I might have to ask about the ball game, and I can’t escape. Kang Wei came up and babbled: "I heard that I was blown up, right?"

Cheng Yan and Zhao Yibai looked at each other.

Kang Wei sympathized with the two of them: "I told you not to work with the second class, isn't it because you can't find it yourself?"

"Your class doesn't work, and we don't fight. Let them talk about it all day long. How much face do you have to lose?"

"Fight, and then? Don't you still lose? What's the meaning of the doomed ending?"

"The nature is different. Losing a fight is not the same thing as not daring to fight." Cheng Yan refused to budge.

Kang Wei shook his head helplessly: "If you ask me, I won't fight. It's so boring to fight if it's not at the same level."

"Hey, that's wrong. It's not interesting to win at the same level." Cheng Yan said stubbornly.

"There's such a huge disparity in strength. If Gao Ming plays the school team, what do you have in your class? Height and level are not in the same line. What do you expect to play?"

Cheng Yan stopped: "It's not speculative."

The other boy laughed: "Okay, the game won or lost is over, it's not a shame, and the head was not shaved."

This is true.

After looking around, Kang Wei asked, "Can't get together just after the end? Why are there just you two, Qu Taozihao?"

Zhao Yibai said: "Qu Tao is home, Zhang Zihao, you have to ask Li Xiaoxiao."

"I'll go," Kang Wei couldn't help it: "Are you still chasing him? You're really patient, why don't you wait for another person if you've made it clear that you're not interested in him? Is it interesting to chase after him by licking his face?"

Almost no one knows about Li Xiaoxiao and Zhang Zihao's affair. They are a group of people who hang out together all day long, and they know everyone's bottom line clearly. Zhang Zihao's pursuit of Li Xiaoxiao is almost becoming a legend, p.180 There are endless stories about ruffians and goddesses. At their age, it is normal for them to fail in a confession. It is foolish to spend a month or two chasing the same person after repeated failures and not letting go.

"It's a good thing he's not here, otherwise let's see if he can spray you to death." Cheng Yan told the truth.

Several people gathered together and told the story of Zhang Zihao and Li Xiaoxiao.

After the game was over, they went back to their homes. Cheng Yan and Zhao Yibai were on the same road. When there were too many people, it was easy to forget the time. The chat time was too long, and they were the last group to leave.

At this time, it was dark, and only Zhao Yibai and Cheng Yan were left on the sidewalk. Although they didn't drink too much wine, it was easier to arouse the deep-seated hypocrisy in this situation.

"It's an idiot who spends a month or two chasing the same person," Zhao Yibai lit a cigarette, covering his hands to shield himself from the wind, until the end of the cigarette lit up with sparks, he took a sharp puff, took down the cigarette, turned it in his hand, and squinted Looking at Cheng Yan beside him: "You are an idiot."

Cheng Yan had his hands in his coat pockets, and the dimples on his cheeks were very cute.

Zhao Yibai played with a cigarette and said, "Tell me, I didn't have time to say it."

The wind on the street is too cold, the sidewalks are too clean, and occasionally there is the sound of speeding wind from the driveway next to it, and no one stops. Forge ahead firmly on the road.

Cheng Yan touched the bushes at hand. The leaves of the green plants were icy and cool. Occasionally, a drop of water was stained and moistened on his fingertips. His voice was soft: "What are you talking about?"

Zhao Yibai said bluntly, "What are you talking about?"

Cheng Yan pulled out a green leaf and cut it open with his fingernails. The torn leaf in his hand was rubbed badly. He said clearly: "There is nothing to say."

Zhao Yibai said bluntly: "On the runway, you don't look at the soles of your feet, look at the surname Song, and you don't dare to pretend to be a man if you fall down, and nothing happened when you bumped into him with Guan Di? There is nothing to say about this incident. ?”

Cheng Yan turned his head and looked at Zhao Yibai with squinted eyes. Unexpectedly, Guan Di would tell the story, and the two stopped together. Without fear, Cheng Yan paused and said, "I know everything, what else should I say?"

"I know it's not the same thing as telling yourself."

Cheng Yan was speechless.

On the track...As for why he was able to get distracted during the race, stepping on the obvious canned bottle, and falling himself so badly, he didn't dare to scream like a ghost, pretending to be a man, everything, everything Because of Song Yu.

Cheng Yan knew that he was back, but he didn't know when he came back.

In his memory, he only remembered when Song Yu left, how long he had been away, how he clearly rejected him before leaving, and his ugly face... The rest were no longer what Cheng Yan wanted information under control.

After he left, Cheng Yan didn't inquire about him any more, so he didn't know anything. He thought that he might not meet again in the future, and occasionally nodded and said something when we met in the future. It's not a grade, not a circle, no At one level, there will never be so many intersections, but after thinking about it, I never thought that it would be so embarrassing to meet again.

He and his friends were standing outside the track, chatting, joking, smiling charmingly, and the eyes that occasionally cast their eyes on the track were not on him. Cheng Yan thought that Song Yu might not have seen him, or Even if he saw it and pretended not to see it, Song Yu could calmly face him, but it was different when he faced Song Yu, because he was the one who was embarrassed first, and he was destined to be embarrassed forever in front of him.

The one who confesses and the one who is confessed, one is an ant, and the other is an ancestor.

I have thought of the scene of seeing each other countless times, but I didn't expect it to be so abrupt, but it is understandable, why did he ask Song Yu to tell him the return date?He who has already clearly given the answer has done nothing wrong, Cheng Yan himself is the only one who wishful thinking and shameless.

Cheng Yan fiddled with his trouser pocket, the sprained area suddenly stopped hurting, he stood up straight, looked at the dark street ahead, under the shade of the trees was eerie, and there was no vitality at all, his voice was hearty, just like his temper, "Do you want to Listen to what?"

What is he hiding from Zhao Yibai?

A person who knows everything.

A pair of pants to wear big people.

The one who holds all his dark history.

Zhao Yibai glanced at him, and looked forward with him, as if there was an answer standing in front of him, he said, "What are you going to do?"

Cheng Yan broke the words by himself: "With Song Yu?"

Zhao Yibai gave a low "hmm".

Cheng Yan asked: "Is there any result if you continue to chase?"

Zhao Yibai looked at him.

Cheng Yan looked at him: "Is there?"

Zhao Yibai said: "20.00% probability."

"That is no."

Zhao Yibai listened quietly without interrupting him.

"Since we all know the answer, what am I going to do? Disgusting him, or myself?" Cheng Yan's face was surprisingly calm, and he was just talking about the matter frankly, without any negative emotions, "He's not Li Smile, I'm not Zhang Zihao, obsessed with obsession, it's not something that should happen to us."

The branches and leaves above the head rustled, the rustling wind lifted the crumbling branches, and the withered vines couldn't withstand the huge pressure, so they fell down, got involved in the dust, drifted with the current or turned into ashes, it would be its irresistible fate.

"Then..." Zhao Yibai slowed down and asked, "Have you ever regretted having a showdown with him?"

This is a really good question, and it hits his heart. When he thought of that night and Song Yu's reaction, Cheng Yan was ashamed to recall it.

Because everything is so ridiculous.

He always thought that Song Yu should like him quite a lot. Before everything was revealed, their relationship was obviously so good.

"I can't answer." Cheng Yan lowered his head, his eyelashes covered the lost expression in his eyes, "He...has never given me a chance to say it."

Word by word, the clear wind couldn't hide it, the leaves couldn't stop it, and it rolled into Zhao Yibai's ear with menacing force, causing him to smile helplessly.

"Shut up," Cheng Yan's voice was low but not low as the breeze brushed over his delicate eyebrows. There was no pity or resentment, maybe he just hid a little regret, "If this is something that makes you Neither side is happy."

He was born with the wrong gender, he can't like him, and he can't express his liking generously. His liking should be hidden for a lifetime, but how can he bear it?How to hide?

If only I held back that night.

It would be fine if there was no alcohol.

If only he hadn't kissed him.

You won't receive rejection or indifference, and you won't watch him turn and leave without knowing the return date.

Now he is back, with the expectations of so many people, the hearts of many girls, and an appearance that he will never be able to reach.

Song Yu is fine, but it won't be his.