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Fortunately, Tong Ming did not pursue Song Limian's lame lies.

He quickly handed the album back to Song Limian, and Song Limian reached out to take it. The touch of his fingertips caused a series of tremors that pierced into the bone marrow.

Song Limian lowered his head to flip through the photo album, suddenly lost all strength, and didn't have much interest in digging out the red-background photo that he had thought about tearing up countless times, but was always relented.

At this moment, under Tong Ming's not-so-eager but bright gaze, Song Limian bit the bullet and turned back page by page.

He turned very slowly, his numb fingertips had poor touch, and he couldn't handle it well. He had to stroke the corners of each page before he could continue to turn. His eyes were glued to the reflective waterproof slip pocket, and his mind was endlessly entangled with other things.

He has always had a meek personality, and he can hardly even say harsh words to his friends, let alone make rough gestures like throwing his hands away to his friends.

He didn't have much courage to look up Tong Ming's expression, the other party's tone and the dumb atmosphere around him had already judged his mistake just now.

Song Limian should apologize quickly and try his best to repent, but Tong Ming didn't seem to want to hear such dry words that make up for it.

Perhaps he should justify his actions, but Tong Ming easily saw through his lies and protested silently.

However, how can the truth be spoken?

Should I tell Tong Ming that I am looking for photos for the people I liked when I was young?

Although this love had disappeared in the absurd accident that year, but he still couldn't help but keep this memory.

Or should I tell Tong Ming that his body is one step ahead of his mind, that he is the first to embark on the road of no return, and that his crotch will be hot with just a cold touch?

Song Limian couldn't speak, so he chose to remain silent until his fiery and agitated body calmed down in the silent low pressure.

He understands that untimely silence will only breed more misunderstandings, but unfortunately he is really incompetent, and the only way to escape is feasible in front of him.

Without the whim of expecting to find the photo at first, only the rustling sound of flipping through the paper remained in the dull air. Song Limian felt uncomfortable and felt quite boring, but he had to keep flipping through.

The photo album contains too many colorful memories, including wedding photos of parents with extremely low pixels, family photos of the old man with a straight face, and group photos of graduation from elementary school to university...

He stayed on every page for a second, and the time was exactly the same, as if he was a young man who was keen to miss the past.

Tong Ming was standing not far away, half bent and staring at him, breathing so shallowly that Song Limian couldn't hear clearly even with his ears up, let alone catch it with his skin.

Song Limian buried his head low, his neck was sore, he didn't dare to turn his head, his blood was frozen by the increasingly cold and embarrassing atmosphere.

Something has to be said.

Flipping to the last few pages of the photo album, the red-background photo in memory did not appear, Song Limian was not depressed, and went back in a daze to look again.

still none.

Strangely, Song Limian breathed a sigh of relief because of this.

Originally, he also didn't want to take out the unique and treasured "old classmate" photo in front of Tong Ming.

"I can't find it." Song Limian closed the album and said.

Small dust fluttered up and fell suddenly, as if those long-gone pasts, the anxiety and depression caused by the class reunion were instantly relieved.

Song Limian plucked up the courage to tilt his head, and looked at Tong Ming with a flat expression. The other party's skin was whiter than not long ago, and he was in an unhealthy state that had lost all color. Tong Ming's eyes were silent, empty without much emotion.

For some reason, Song Limian's mouth and nose seemed to be covered with a wet towel, and the dull pain in his heart was not too strong, but the feeling of being out of breath was much worse than before attending the class reunion, and his internal organs were desperate for breathing.

Sensing the hesitation of the people around him, Tong Ming waited for a while, stood up and patted the dust, leaned against the locker as if squatting numb, and asked with lowered eyes, "Then what should I do?"

"Forget it," Song Limian dodged his eyes, slowly put down the cuffs that had been rolled up for a long time, stained with a little dirt, and delicately smoothed out the folds. After a long time, he deliberately emphasized, "Anyway, it's nothing important."

Tong Ming was still as polite as usual.

In Song Limian's memory, Tong Ming was very good at acting like a baby with others in a polite and restrained way, and occasionally played tricks around the bush, just to find someone to accompany him.

But the current Tong Ming is very polite and simple.

He thanked Song Limian, saying that he would not bother him with such trivial matters in the future, and that he should have learned to search for small life tutorials on the Internet.

Before Song Limian had time to chew and get flustered, Tong Ming took out the ziplock bag from his pocket, put Song Limian's dazed palm on it, and told him that he forgot to take the photos, and wished him a happy camping by the way.

Except when they first met each other, Tong Ming would either ask Song Limian for help, or Song Limian would ask him a question and he would answer. If no one took the initiative to open the chatter, Tong Ming could even keep silent for several hours.

But now he talks a lot.

From the storage room to the porch, the path was not long, and the four feet deliberately narrowed the pace, and still couldn't step on a few black and white floor tiles. Tong Ming talked about one topic after another, most of them were trivial matters without priority.

After all, his life is so boring.

Apart from going to work at a cat cafe, he has no other outdoor activities. His social circle is so narrow that even a dead house is looked down upon. Tong Ming is not even good at surfing the Internet. Song Limian is the only one on the WeChat list since he registered.

Tong Ming didn't give Song Limian a chance to see if there was any chance, and read all the way to the porch.

The great powerlessness forced Song Limian to remain silent. He whispered "En" in a low voice, put one arm on the shoe cabinet, and after changing the shoes, he put one of the couple slippers that Tong Ming bought at some time in it.

There was a mirror next to it, and Song Limian began to check his clothes.

The shoelaces were neatly tied, and a very symmetrical bow was tied, and the coat was buttoned to the top, matching his serious expression at the moment, it seemed quite abstinent.

The neckline was stroked and stroked by the slender fingertips, and he tidied it up very well. Even the fluffy hairstyle that he usually deliberately grabs was also taken care of by him, until there was no trace of wrinkles on his body, Song Limian stopped doing it like an obsessive-compulsive disorder upper body behavior.

Finally, through the glass mirror, he glanced at Tong Ming who was standing upright with his head down.

Perhaps because of being in the comfort zone, Tong Ming seldom stood so straight at home. Song Limian once laughed that he was born with soft bones, and he had to lean on something to prevent him from falling down.

"Just like a cat." Song Limian commented at the time.

At that time, Tong Ming was rarely aggrieved, and argued for himself: "Is it useful to stand so straight at home? The evolutionary goal of human beings is not the flagpole."

It was the first time Song Limian met someone who found such a fresh and refined reason to be lazy, so he said in a persuasive tone, "This is the same as when you serve coffee at work, you only have temperament when you stand upright."

"...Doesn't it look good when I'm crooked?" Tong Ming frowned hesitantly, and his figure swayed, as if he was convinced.

Song Limian should have taken the opportunity to give an affirmative answer, but facing Tong Ming's exquisite eyebrows and eyes, his throat was suddenly choked up, and finally he could only blurt out a sentence: "It looks better when you stand upright."

Song Limian withdrew from his memories and noticed that the person behind the mirror was wearing thin pajamas, which was much more disciplined than when he opened the door at the beginning.

The intensity of the canister light in the hallway was low, half of the opponent's collarbone was hidden under the neckline, and only the moist texture of the skin was exposed on the upper body. The legs in shorts stood upright, drawing a few straight and tight muscle lines.

Song Limian stared at Tong Ming's body for a while as if avoiding it, and finally moved to the other party's expression, and as expected, he saw the indifference and alienation that the other party did not hide much.

The apex of the heart seemed to have been gouged out in an instant, and the sporadic itching caused by the exquisite body of the other party disappeared in an instant, and the sense of urgency lingered in the heart for a long time, but Song Limian still couldn't think of an appropriate countermeasure.

He is used to forcing himself to make decisions that please everyone.

However, at the moment, he can't even sacrifice himself, just to make Tong Ming happy, because he is not sure what kind of obedient Tong Ming wants to listen to.

"I'm leaving, I'll take the kitchen garbage down for you." Song Limian turned around and said dryly.

"Thank you." Tong Ming pulled the corner of his lips just right, and naturally took half a step forward, Song Limian was forced to retreat outside the door.

Tong Ming gripped the doorknob tightly, as if he was eager to see off the guests. The voice-activated light outside the door was on, with a higher wattage than the downlight. In comparison, Tong Ming standing inside the door seemed to be in darkness.

Song Limian, who was standing in the light, was upset instead. The strong light above his head separated him and Tong Ming into light and dark places, and the gap between the doors was gradually shrinking.

Tong Ming's expression didn't change much, but Song Limian saw a sigh on his face.

The palpitations came unexpectedly and within reason.

It wasn't the first time he had tasted this kind of bitterness, but every time the feeling of weightlessness that grabbed his heart appeared, it would be burned into a memory that he wanted to forget crazily.

On his birthday night when it rained heavily several years ago, he lost his parents, the era of innocence was completely over, and he lost his childish and weak power ever since.

Less than a year ago, he bid farewell to the kitten he had raised for many days forever. In the empty room, there was no more coquettish and rolling figure, and there was no shallow warm breathing by the pillow, and he regained the state of being alone.

Then there is now.

The sense of crisis drove him to mobilize his dry throat and make a rapid and thoughtless sound.

"There is still fish left in the refrigerator. Don't move around. If you want to eat next time, I'll come..." Song Limian slammed an arm in, preventing the iron door from closing before the gap closed.

"—No need." Tong Ming raised his brows and interrupted him a little impatiently.

He had no choice but to open the door again, looked at Song Limian's arm with a colder expression, and flatly refused: "I'm tired of eating meat. I plan to change to a vegetarian diet for a while, so you don't have to come."

Tong Ming's emotional sarcastic remarks made Song Limian's muscles relax a lot, and his heart suddenly fell back to its original position.

——He was worried that Tong Ming would put on a polite manner of rejecting others from thousands of miles away from now on.

Fortunately, there are also temper tantrums.

The position near Song Limian's elbow was pinched by the door, and he gradually felt a faint pain, but his expression was gentle and relaxed, and he didn't care about rubbing the sore spot.

Ignoring Tong Ming's impatience, Song Limian said to himself: "The camping is arranged for the next small long vacation. Let's have a barbecue first, and camp in the open space at night."

"Don't you want to know me?" Song Limian paused, then said softly, "You go with me, and I'll tell you."

Tong Ming's eyes flickered, and he seemed to be shaken.

Song Limian smiled at him friendly, and the two fell into a silence that lasted for 3 minutes.

After a long time, Tong Ming calmly said, "Forget it."

"There are many mosquitoes in the wild, I don't like it." He straightened his slightly crooked glasses, ignoring Song Limian's hopeful gaze, and said slowly.