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Song Limian parked the car, and the three people who were squeezed into vacuum-packed beef rushed to get out of the car as if they were being amnesty, and walked quickly to the old classmates who had been standing sparsely for a long time.

Song Limian pulled the handbrake, and Tong Ming picked up his backpack and got out of the car.

Maybe it was because he was afraid of strangers, the closer he was to the crowd, the lower Tong Ming's mood became, and the air pressure was so low that it was a bit stinging.

He hesitated, shoulders away from Song Limian, Song Limian slowed down, waved his hand from a distance, and signaled the others to leave first.

"If you really don't want to, can I bring the tent?" Song Limian asked hesitantly as the shoes rustled on the grass, "Just find an excuse to hide in."

"Forget it." Tong Ming looked like he wanted to accept the suggestion, but felt that it was not appropriate, so he said, "It's too rude."

Song Limian was worried about being too far away from Tong Ming at first, so he said "Okay" along with him.

Since he was a student, Song Limian has been known for his warm heart. At this moment, he is sitting in front of the barbecue grill, trying his best to start grilling for everyone.

Everyone else is familiar with Song Limian, whenever he roasts a bunch of golden meat and raises his arm, immediately there will be a few hands eagerly stretched out, and then they will take it with a smile and thank you.

Song Limian's expression softened, and he couldn't help recalling the days when everyone was looting for a bag of potato chips, and he was filled with emotion for a while.

Not long after, a boy took the initiative to take over his class, Song Limian was not polite, and took away the remaining few skewers.

Sitting on the small bench in the corner, Song Limian silently divided half of it with Tong Ming, and then quickly cleaned up the remaining scorched part.

The food with enough fragrance slipped into the throat, Song Limian wiped the corners of his mouth satiated, and turned to see Tong Ming who seemed to be uneasy about the barbecue bamboo sticks, pulling the meat out with small mouthfuls.

Song Limian stared at him amusedly, realizing for the first time that Tong Ming's idol burden was so serious——

Whenever there is a little bit of oil stain on the corner of his mouth, he will frown unwillingly and stop, and he will not stop until he wipes it clean with paper.

"Pay attention to the image so much?" Song Limian reached out his hand naturally, took his dirty toilet paper and threw it away, and stuffed a new one with his eyesight.

He asked bluntly again: "Is it because there are more girls?"

Tong Ming's arms paused slightly, and his eyes turned to Song Limian. His eyes were beautiful and confused, and he didn't seem to understand Song Limian's meaning.

Song Limian also calmed down his restless mood and stopped talking nonsense. He put his head down and carefully lined up the bamboo sticks that Tong Ming put down, and threw them into a special small trash can.

Seeing that Song Limian didn't intend to continue asking, Tong Ming lowered his eyes and speeded up. After a while, he cleaned up the skewers containing meat, and the rest were leeks, potatoes and lotus root.

Song Limian sighed, like an elder, advised him not to picky eaters.

Tong Ming was reluctant to wish, and the two looked at each other for a moment, and finally buried their heads in silence, and tacitly cleaned up half of the vegetarian dishes.

Maybe it was because the revealing of true feelings before was too touching, not only Song Limian relaxed his tense muscles, but even Tong Ming was willing to let go of some attachments, overcome social phobia for now, and moved the small bench to sit with everyone and listen to people chatting.

He greeted everyone in general, introduced himself as "Song Limian's good friend", and stopped talking.

Most of the time, it was Song Limian who said, and Tong Ming would say a few words when he was mentioned occasionally, even so, the atmosphere seemed warm.

The two of them were facing each other, the traffic light combination was whispering all the time, and they occasionally cast teasing looks that made Tong Ming inexplicably afraid to look at them, making Tong Ming awkwardly feel that he meant to slaughter a lamb.

"Hey, hasn't Bai Yue come yet?" Finally, the person who didn't open the pot appeared and asked in surprise, "Who contacted him last time?"

The flat-headed green hat and the red-clothed artist exchanged glances, then slowly raised their hands and said, "Me."

All the staff looked at him, and the artist shrugged innocently: "After I notified him, he told me that he was coming. God knows what's going on now."

A group of people who are waiting to read the gossip have been unable to be fed by the gossip for a long time, so they look listless.

Song Limian saw everything in his eyes, so he could only pretend that "it has nothing to do with me", and he didn't answer the whole process.

However, when that name came out, he still squinted at Tong Ming slightly nervously.

Sensing that Tong Ming didn't respond, Song Limian felt relieved, feeling like still water.

After speaking more openly, the pressure that Song Limian had accumulated for a long time was still much lighter.

At least, he proved that he can't "flirt at will". As for other emotions, no matter whether Tong Ming has realized it or not, at least Song Limian has a clear conscience.

Aside from some emotions that are so charming that he himself can't understand, the reason why he insisted on Tong Ming coming this time is because he was worried, second, he was reluctant, and third, he wanted to take this opportunity to help Tong Ming expand his social life. lock up.

In the past, Tong Ming was busy paying off debts and didn't have the time to make friends. Later, when he met Song Limian and had a job, he just wandered between cat cafes and rented houses every day.

When the salary arrives on the 21st of every month, he will call Song Limian one-third for the rent and repayment of the arrears, and two-thirds for the small loan company.

The remaining spare time is almost non-existent, and even if it is, it has to be used to catch up on sleep. Therefore, Tong Ming, who knows nothing about electronic products and has no chance to make friends online, if Song Limian is not with him, he would never propose to meet anyone.

Thinking of this, Song Limian couldn't help but feel distressed. Although Tong Ming is cold-tempered, the core is quite interesting, and he should be able to please many people.

He shouldn't live in the quagmire all his life because of his parents' mistakes. Song Limian has always been hard to ignore his light, so he naturally doesn't want others to ignore this light.

Since it is a bright pearl, it should not be covered with dust.

Not long after, Tong Ming asked about the location of the bathroom, nodded at Song Limian and left for the time being.

"Your friend looks really good." Seeing that figure going away, a straight-talking woman turned around and knit a scarf, raising her eyebrows and jokingly, "Song Limian, why didn't you bring it out before? Afraid of being robbed?"

Everyone laughed lightly, Song Limian pinched his brows and told them not to talk nonsense.

"I coaxed him for a long time, and finally brought him here." Song Limian pretended to be fierce, and said in a low voice, "Who is messing around today and ran away in embarrassment, who is responsible for helping me find it."

"Everyone, don't listen to him." The red sweater artist, who never joined the speech, put his mobile phone back and said softly, "If someone really runs away, I don't believe he can hold back. Maybe when the time comes, the sports meeting that year The [-]-meter sprint record has to be refreshed."

"Stop playing." Song Limian sighed, and then he turned his head warningly and squinted at the sportsman who was humming an out-of-tune song, standing on the flat ground and stretching his limbs.

Song Limian stared at the pair of sweatpants that were about to melt into a ball of green grass, and pointedly said: "In terms of endurance, I am definitely not as good as you."

The artist also withdraws his gaze at the same frequency.

He didn't seem to understand the meaning behind Tong Ming's words, so he gracefully rolled up his cuffs according to the golden ratio, bowed his head and said: "Everyone is not good enough at this age, there is nothing you can't bear."

Song Limian, who was inexplicably bombarded by the map, realized at this time that he was not good at eloquence, so he chose to remain silent.

"Just kidding." The artist patted him on the shoulder and encouraged him, "We are still young, and we will grow up very well in the future, so we can spend time with these brainless people."

Song Limian didn't respond, but just stared silently at the artist's hand on his shoulder. He counted three times in his heart, and that hand was really withdrawn.

A burst of anger from the Qingqing Grassland spurted to the back of his head, Song Limian moved a little bit, smiled similarly to the artist, and said "OK" firmly.

Since the embarrassing confession incident that year, almost half of the people in the school knew about Song Limian's sexual orientation.

In that era, the communication network was underdeveloped, and little things could be made a fuss for a long time, let alone such "unprecedented" things.

However, all the students unanimously chose to keep silent about this, Tong Ming pretended nothing happened, and continued to get along with Song Limian as usual.

Song Limian was grateful for their thoughtfulness, and he didn't deliberately hide his sexuality, as if he really didn't care about worldly views.

It is said that homosexuals have radar attraction to each other in order to detect the same kind.

Song Limian's attractiveness is not obvious, and he is the slowest. He can't even tell whether people like the same sex or the opposite sex, so he has to cover up his curiosity several times.

During the time when Song Limian was most famous, whether it was the queue in the school cafeteria or in front of the blackboard where the club put up posters, there would always be a few malicious eyes following him.

But when he looked back, the other party withdrew his gaze again.

Sometimes, occasionally someone will take the initiative, and they will come over confidently and say, Senior, I admire you so much.

Song Limian remembered very clearly that there was also a boy with a warm smile who ran over and said half-jokingly, forget about that shit, why don't you try it with me?

At that time, Song Limian thanked him very earnestly, and then seriously refused, that person put on a half-true disappointment, shrugged his shoulders and said, okay, then I will come back next time.

This is of course a joke.

Half a year later, when the turmoil had almost subsided, Song Limian, who had long been a stranger to Bai Yue, finished his evening self-study. He declined the invitation of his deskmate and walked alone towards the school lake.

The evening wind scrapes the leaves and drums to the eardrums, overflowing with a kind of summer tranquility.

Song Limian walked slowly along the cobblestone road, and after a while, he came across the picture of the boy with his head down, holding hands with another person of the same gender for a walk.

This very natural and beautiful picture lasted until they entered the brightest field, and the two hands reluctantly separated, and changed the back of the hand to the back of the hand.

Song Limian who stood behind did not envy, let alone regret, on the contrary, his whole heart was much gentler, thinking that adolescent love should be like that.

Song Limian heard from many people that this circle is very chaotic, and the emotional entanglement is so complicated that it looks like a story. Song Limian was also uneasy.

But I don't know if he was too lucky, or the person who told him this sentence was too prejudiced, at least the "similar" Song Limian met never brought him any discomfort.

What they gave him was only a few pieces of warmth that did not offend.

If you really want to mention Song Limian's emotional setbacks, it may be that he was flirted with by a straight man and ran away, and he bit back and was forced to come out.

Song Limian withdrew his thoughts.

He tilted his head and stared at Tong Ming who didn't know when he would come back, and who had a solemn expression and straight eyes for some reason.

The second emotional setback should be now, Song Limian licked his palate, thinking with a smile.

Tong Ming didn't understand the endless twists and turns of the people around him.

At this moment, his body leaned forward, all the cells in his body were mobilized, his back was slightly tilted, and he made a posture that was ready to go.

Those black eyes that were emptied from both sides were filled with unprecedented concentration at this moment, and he stared at the woman opposite him without blinking——

Balls of wool at the feet.

Tong Ming has always walked lightly, and his back has always been straight, so that the contrast between his slightly bent body at this moment is too great, and it is easy to give people a rare sense of oppression.

After analyzing Shaoqing, Song Limian later realized the reason for this familiar feeling.

Tong Ming's movements, the stretched lines of his body...

—as if he had seen a wild animal eager to hunt, or a cat trying to catch a chick.