A single tree does not make a forest

He took the ticket in a daze, but he didn't see Song Beiqi buying his own.Sure enough, he was taking advantage of others, and he couldn't do anything if he didn't want to talk to him. Lin Song said in a low voice, "Go back and pay you back."

Song Beiqi nodded and did not expose him.The two of them don't have any contact information, maybe they won't meet again after returning to the provincial capital, and they won't even pay back the money.

Lin Song wanted to ask "Yang Xu", but the words lingered in his chest for a long time and turned into: "What are you doing here?"

Song Beiqi raised his eyebrows, almost matching the boy in the blue and white school uniform in his memory, Lin Song was startled, and heard him say: "Wait for the bus."

Seeing that he didn't seem to care, Song Beiqi explained: "Yang Xu still has something to do, I planned to leave today."

Lin Song nodded, and the two tacitly pretended that they were just friends who hadn't seen each other for many years, and also pretended that the fact that you tasted my blood and I tasted your tears the night before did not exist.

The nine o'clock bus arrived at the stop. Lin Song turned around and waved to Song Beiqi out of politeness, and stepped on the bus. Who knew that Song Beiqi followed behind.

Lin Song curled his lips, found his own seat and sat down. Over there, Lin Song was already sitting next to him, separated by the aisle.

Lin Song took a deep breath without showing any trace, sat staring at the advertisement behind the seat in front of him, pretending that the person next to him didn't exist, and didn't know how to survive the next five hours.

While wandering, a male voice suddenly sounded next to him: "Hello, can I change seats with you?"

Lin Song turned around and saw a young couple holding hands. The boy was looking at him with a smile, pointing to the seat number above Lin Song's head, and then to Song Beiqi's: "We bought the seats and sat together. But it doesn't seem to be on the side."

The world was suddenly silent. After a while, Song Beiqi stood up and said, "I'll change with you."

The boy quickly thanked him, and Song Beiqi carried his bag and stood next to Lin Song.

He had changed from his previous attire to a hoodie, jeans, and sneakers, giving him a schoolboy look.

Lin Song was forced to be helpless, put his long legs on the aisle, let him in and sat next to him, leaning against the window.

After two days of commuting back and forth in the car and not sleeping well for a long time, Lin Song was almost at his limit.

As soon as the car started, he grabbed the armrest of the seat next to him until his knuckles turned blue and white, his face was bloodless, but he was still calm, as if unconscious.

A hand next to him reached out to grab his left hand, Lin Song was startled and wanted to break free, but the strength of that hand was too great, and if he continued to struggle, the people around him would probably be amazed.

He frowned, and with anger in his eyes, he glanced at Song Beiqi.Song Beiqi seemed not aware of his emotions, and said softly, "Hukou."

He smoothly placed the thumb of his left hand between Lin Song's thumb and index finger, and pressed hard on a place far away from the knuckle: "If you feel dizzy, press the tiger's mouth, it will be better."

Lin Song did not pull his hand out of the blue, and just let him move. The boredom and dizziness in his heart seemed to be slowly receding, and his body relaxed.

The sense of distress gradually came to his head, so he closed his eyes.

When he woke up again, Lin Song found that the curtain beside Song Beiqi had been drawn, his head rested on his shoulder, the two hands were holding each other, and Song Beiqi put him on his lap. Struggling movements.

Lin Song was stunned, a little dazed, as if there was no gap between them these years, and Song Beiqi still liked him as much as he did when he was 16 years old.

Is it an illusion?

But what is Yang Xu?What is the disappearance of nearly seven years?

He thought, after all, he was mentally weak, greedy for the warmth of this moment.

It seemed to be raining outside. In the dark, Lin Song, who had never had any literary talent, suddenly remembered a poem that he had learned in high school back then. Li Yu, the empress of the Southern Tang Dynasty, sighed after the prosperity and decline of the times: "In the dream I don't know that I am a guest, and I am greedy for joy all day long."

Reluctant.

Pretending it was a dream, Lin Song closed his eyes.

When he woke up again, it was almost time to stop, Lin Song put his hands on his lap, and leaned his head on the seat upright.Song Beiqi turned his head to look out the window, turned his head after a while and saw him woke up, and smiled quietly: "It's raining."

Lin Song nodded, and Song Beiqi laughed again: "I didn't bring an umbrella."

Lin Song lowered his head and wanted to say "I didn't bring it either", but he saw his umbrella in the small bag next to his schoolbag, and he saw it at a glance.

He thought about it, he didn't have any face to save, and was about to blurt out "what's none of my business", when Song Beiqi said, "I caught a cold last night, can you give me a treat?"

As soon as the words were finished, the car stopped slowly and the door opened. Lin Song didn't answer him, but still waited at the door.Song Beiqi raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and got under his umbrella.

After leaving the station, Lin Song asked, "Where are you going?"

Song Beiqi paused: "I live not far from here."

Lin Song nodded, held up his umbrella and walked in the direction he pointed.Two big boys huddled under an umbrella, and they inevitably got very close, even so, half of their shoulders were still wet.

After walking for about a quarter of an hour, Lin Song asked blankly, "Not far?"

Song Beiqi smiled vaguely: "It's just ahead."

After walking for another quarter of an hour, the gate of the community appeared in front of him. Lin Song stopped. Song Beiqi watched him not moving. Lin Song nodded his chin: "Go in."

"There is still some way to go in." Song Beiqi said, and coughed twice after speaking.

Lin Song frowned, followed him in again, and finally arrived at the door of the apartment building. Seeing that he was not moving again, Song Beiqi pursed his lips and looked straight at him.

"I have to go back too." Lin Song said and was about to leave.

The person behind grabbed his wrist, and he turned to stare at him with a frown. Song Beiqi let go of his hand: "The rain is getting heavier and heavier. It seems that it may not stop today. Your clothes are also wet. Come on first." Let me sit here."

Lin Song hesitated for a moment, and Song Beiqi smiled: "I won't do anything to you."

Lin Song stood under the eaves with him, closed his umbrella and looked back at the gloomy sky, Song Beiqi was waiting for him in front.He hesitated for a moment, thinking he was just hiding from the rain, and followed him into the elevator.

Thirteenth floor.

There were only two people in the elevator, each occupying a corner in silence, the water dripped on the umbrella, and the elevator dinged, almost scaring Lin Song.

The room was very clean, no decoration, very few things, it looked like it hadn't been lived in for a long time.A very large box was piled up in the corner by the entrance, with its mouth open.When Lin Song passed by, he glanced at it, and it was full of books.

"It's not long since I moved here, and I haven't had time to tidy up my things." Song Beiqi handed him a glass of water.

Lin Song took it over and thanked him in a low voice, and found that it was a one-bedroom apartment. The living room was separated from the door by a bookshelf, and the other side was used as a dining room with a small table.

"Aren't you going to live with Yang Xu?" Lin Song looked around.

"Why do you want to live with her?" Song Beiqi blurted out, paused and said, "I like to have my own space."

Lin Song took off his wet coat and put on the short-sleeved T-shirt inside. Song Beiqi glanced at it, reached out and adjusted the air conditioner to 27 degrees, and then went to the room to change into a short-sleeved T-shirt.

"Are you hungry? There's only noodles at home. Wait a minute." Song Beiqi walked towards the kitchen as he spoke. Lin Song wanted to refuse, but he still didn't say anything while holding the cup in his hand.

When did you come back?What are you doing back here?Why did you leave that year?Did anything happen before or after you left?Are you staying in the provincial capital from now on?Do you still remember what happened back then?

Lin Song felt that he had countless questions stuck in his heart, but he couldn't ask any of them.

There is no position to ask anymore.

After a while, Song Beiqi came out with two bowls of noodles, put them on the table and greeted him.Lin Song walked over and sat down, and he pushed a bowl in front of him: "The seasoning is according to your previous taste, I don't know if it still suits your appetite now."

Lin Song smiled: "Thank you. I won't choose."

After finishing eating in silence, Lin Song felt that he hadn't eaten decent food for a long time. Satisfaction and dissatisfaction surged up at the same time. He reached out for the bowl: "Let me wash it."

Song Beiqi nodded obediently: "Okay."

The atmosphere is weird.

It was raining harder and harder outside, and the two sat on both ends of the sofa, each silent.

There was a TV series buzzing on the TV, and Lin Song didn't want to watch it, but just stared at the screen, not knowing what was going on.Even if the person next to him is one meter away from him, the sense of presence is still strong enough to make people restless.

"Borrow your bathroom." Lin Song got up, wanting to wash his face to suppress the impatience in his heart.

Song Beiqi pointed in the direction of the bathroom, Lin Song nodded, and passed by him, but he didn't know whether it was because he didn't have time to retract his feet or he accidentally kicked the corner of the table.

In short, Lin Song stumbled in the next second, and just happened to fall into Song Beiqi's arms.

The four eyes met for a moment, and the breathing gradually became disordered. The two people seemed to be suddenly engulfed by the heat in the air. At the same time, they were bewitched by unknown emotions and became entangled with each other.

Even if it was the first intimate contact, it was not like this moment, wishing to swallow the other party, melt it, and take it as its own.

unstoppable.

Song Beiqi turned over and tore off Lin Song's clothes, including his own, at the same time Lin Song couldn't help wrapping his arms around his waist.

Just when they were inseparable, Song Beiqi's cell phone rang.

The two of them stopped immediately. Lin Song thought deeply for a moment, then pushed Song Beiqi away, grabbed the T-shirt and put it on, picked up his coat by the sofa, and picked up his schoolbag on the seat in the separated dining room.

Turn around and run away.

The caller ID was an unfamiliar number, Song Beiqi stared blankly at it vibrating on the desktop, and refused to answer it.The phone rang like that for the fourth time, before Song Beiqi picked it up. Just after saying "Hello", he said, "Is this Ms. Zhou Xiaoman's family?"

Song Beiqi said "yes", and the other end said: "This is Ren'ai Hospital, please come over as soon as possible, the patient committed suicide by cutting his wrist."