A single tree does not make a forest

A new guest came next to him, and Akai was forced to get busy before he was overwhelmed by surprise. The strange three people here just stood and sat twice, as if they were confronting each other.

Lin Song saw that Yang Xu wanted to leave, but now he was too lazy to move. He sat next to him and listened to the two chatting one after another. It was nothing more than Yang Xu's work and tomorrow's weather. Most of them were just asking questions. form of answer.

He couldn't help but wonder, if the two had been together for seven years, their familiarity was too low, right?However, it is not ruled out that because they are too familiar, there is no other topic to talk about.

Maybe Yang Xu was waiting for Song Beiqi to come home from get off work, so what's the matter with being frozen here?

Thinking of this, Lin Song suddenly became restless, Song Beiqi saw his subtle movements calmly, and looked at Yang Xu: "It's getting late, I might sleep in the shop tonight, you go back, wait later It's not easy to go."

Yang Xu wanted to say something, but seeing that Lin Song next to him didn't say anything, she nodded slightly, told "Pay attention to your body", said "goodbye" to Lin Song, turned and left.

Lin Song smiled lightly, already [-]% drunk, and ordered another glass of wine.

The last words were not spoken, Lin Song, who was getting more and more promising, got drunk first.

He was very calm when he was drunk, lying on the bar counter as if he was going to sleep, Song Beiqi looked at Akai: "Get locked up early today, I will send him back first, thank you for your hard work."

Akai nodded in a daze, thinking that the other guests were drunk and didn't see you sending them off one by one.He shook his head and murmured, "My lord's world is really complicated."

A girl ordering wine next to her laughed, "You think you're still young."

Song Beiqi helped Lin Song go out, stopped a taxi by the side of the road, and wanted to ask Lin Song which area of ​​the provincial university his dormitory was in, but saw that he was unconscious, struggled for a while, and reported to himself direction of home.

He didn't notice the raised lips of the man in his arms in the night, nor did he notice Qi Qiran's eyes behind him.

Stumbling and helping Lin Song home, Song Beiqi felt that his body was covered with sweat, so he took off his thin long-sleeved shirt, revealing his broad shoulders and narrow waist.

Lin Song opened his eyes leisurely at this moment: "It looks better if you don't wear it."

Song Beiqi was taken aback. Although he was no longer as shy as he was when he was a teenager, he still couldn't help thinking of the scene of the two of them on the sofa that day, so he went into the room and put on a T-shirt.

When he came out, Lin Song was already sitting on the sofa, looking at him with a burning look in his eyes: "Song Beiqi, tell me, what happened seven years ago? Why did you leave?"

Song Beiqi looked at him, his heart fluctuated several times, and finally returned to calm: "Nothing happened, but my mother and the others decided to move temporarily, and I didn't have time to tell you."

Lin Song was dumbfounded, and laughed mockingly for a while.

——It turns out that it's not just a question whether you want to ask it, but others don't want to answer it if you ask it yourself.

He then smiled: "Do you still like me?"

There was silence outside the window, neither the sound of traffic nor the scream of Jin Lingzi could be heard.

Song Beiqi pursed his lips and answered after a while: "I think you should find a good girl..."

"Why didn't you say it should be?" Lin Song tilted his head to look at him.

"Lin Song..."

There is no more to say, the smile on Lin Song's face gradually disappeared, and he said word by word: "Then please don't appear in front of me again in the future. I am easy to be sentimental, so I misunderstand that you still like me, which makes me distracted every day. Not sure, please don't appear in front of my eyes again, never again."

"Lin Song, you're drunk."

Lin Song looked at Song Beiqi, and suspected that he was indeed drunk. Otherwise, how could he remember that this person had a hard time facing him a while ago, or how could he see emotions similar to sadness in his eyes now? ?

He forced a smile: "Yeah, I'm drunk, don't bother."

He stumbled to his feet, and the people behind him followed him without speaking.

The wind picked up at night, Lin Song passed by the overpass, and the car lights below flew past one by one.There was a voice in Lin Song's mind that kept saying: What are these people busy with?Why didn't it stop in the middle of the night?Where are you going in such a hurry?

He walked slowly, and when the wind blew, his mind became clearer, and he knew that the people behind him were still following him, so he ignored him and just walked his own way.

After leaving like this, it was already two o'clock in the morning when we arrived downstairs in the dormitory.Lin Song searched for the card for a long time, but found that he forgot to bring it, so he waited at the gate of the park.

He turned around and leaned against the wall, and Song Beiqi was standing across the road. The two of them just stared at each other, not knowing what the other was thinking, or not thinking about anything, until there was a beep beside him.

Lin Song followed the students who swiped their cards and entered the door.

He didn't look back at Song Beiqi.

Woke up the next day with a splitting headache, and there was only one roommate left, still asleep.There is still half a month before the school's prescribed time to move out, but I don't rush to pack my things.

Lin Song sat on the bed and thought for a while, picked up his mobile phone and booked a ticket back to Luohua in the afternoon.

It was already night when he returned to Luohua, he called Song Wanqin in the car, and when he came back, a table of delicious dishes had already been prepared.

Song Wanqin seemed in a good mood, opened a bottle of wine rarely, poured a glass for herself, and also poured a glass for Lin Song.

Lin Song knew what she meant, wishing himself a happy birthday and a happy graduation.

As soon as the mother and son clinked glasses, Lin Song drank it down in one gulp, and Song Wanqin put down the glass: "You are 26 years old, you can't be called a brat anymore."

"Where is it?" Lin Song laughed, "No matter how old you are, you're still your brat."

Song Wanqin smiled: "When will you bring the girl home and show me?"

Lin Song said poorly: "How can a girl like me want to follow me? No house, no car, just a crappy job that hasn't started yet."

"Song Er, tell your mother, do you have someone you like in your heart, so you have never been in love?"

"Mom, tell Song Er, do you have someone you like in your heart, and that's why you never get married?" Lin Song said poorly, seeing Song Wanqin reaching out to knock him on the head, he quickly picked up a chopstick for her, and smiled, "You How do you know I've never been in love?"

The expression on Song Wanqin's face was a bit strange: "You are my son, how can I not know?"

Lin Song giggled twice: "I'm not stable now, it's too early to talk about it, don't make up my mind to give me a blind date or something, I'm afraid I will scare others by being impolite. Don't talk about it, let's eat and eat."

Song Wanqin sighed, but Lin Song pretended not to hear.

The next day Song Wanqin went to work, Lin Song was at home by herself, wanted to go out to buy groceries and found that there was no change in her wallet, so she went to Song Wanqin's room to search.

He remembered that Song Wanqin's change had always been kept in the drawer beside the bed. When he went to pull the drawer, he found it was locked.Lin Song didn't think about it. Song Wanqin never locked the drawers before, probably because she felt safe at home. She was never on guard against Lin Song, because she knew he would never tamper with her things.

But now that she lives alone, she must be more or less on guard, although most of the precautions are just a little psychological comfort for herself.

Lin Song wanted to call directly to ask where the key was, but then he remembered something, turned his hand to feel under the pillow, found a small key, and opened the drawer with a click.

There was no change in the drawer, but it was full of old newspapers and magazines and a few books.He wanted to push the drawer back, but the big words on the cover of a book caught his attention—"Homosexual Psychology".

Shocked, Lin Song pulled down the entire drawer, and found that it was full of things related to homosexuality, and there were even things that had long been proven unscientific, about psychological correction of homosexuality.

He piled those things aside one by one, and finally saw a stack of old photos with yellowed edges at the bottom of the drawer.

The two people in that photo are very familiar.Two of them could be seen to have been rubbed. He looked at the photos carefully and didn't move for a long time.

I don't know what kind of psychology Song Wanqin has kept these things.

Lin Song knelt on the ground, thinking of Song Beiqi's attitude during this time, and thinking of his leaving without warning, he suddenly understood.

He put those things back as they were, and sent Song Wanqin a text message on the pretext of dealing with graduation matters, before leaving.

Get out of the car and go straight to the "forest".

He didn't see Song Beiqi when he entered the door, so Akai told him that Song Beiqi answered the phone and left in a hurry.Lin Song's voice trembled: "Tell me his phone number, hurry up!"

Akai was very surprised. The relationship between these two people seemed so unusual. Didn't they even have a phone call?He froze in place, Lin Song grabbed his sleeve and squeezed out two words between his teeth: "Hurry up!"

Akai had no choice but to take out his mobile phone and look through the address book.Every time he reported a number, Lin Song's face turned pale, and when the last number was displayed on the phone interface, Lin Song's eyes suddenly turned red, and he turned and left.

This number has obviously been called countless times, and the sweet mechanical female voice told him countless times that it is an empty number.

Lin Song was almost terrified. He called the phone, and just after it rang twice, the other person picked it up, but no one spoke.

The two were silent on the phone.

Lin Song suppressed the tremor in his voice, and shouted: "Song Beiqi."

"Lin Song."

"Where are you?"

The other end of the phone was silent again, Lin Song smiled suddenly: "Are you going to tell me? If not, I'll tell my mother that Song Beiqi is back, and I want to go with him."

There was another long silence, Lin Song waited anxiously, and finally heard a sentence: "Provincial Hospital."

It had been an hour since Lin Song arrived at the Provincial Hospital. The operating room was full of people. He glanced around and saw Song Beiqi who was in a daze at the far end of the bench.

After adjusting his breathing, he walked over and squatted in front of him. Song Beiqi lowered his head, looked at him with red eyes, and then smiled: "You're here."

Lin Song grabbed his fingers on his knees: "I'm here."