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, is better than a relative, even his mother probably won't be better than you.It's just that Lin Ming knew that it wasn't his own father who treated him like this, so he should feel better psychologically. "

Lin Qiao has always been thankful that she and Lin Ming have no blood relationship.That's why he dared to have extra charming thoughts when the child grew up.When he is depressed, he will think that he is sure that the child will not leave him by relying on his years of taking care of the child, and he can stay with the child without saying I love you.But if a child once had a warm family, would he still be reluctant to give up this insignificant match after being warmed like a fireplace?Is their past easily drifting away like floating clouds, is he also a wisp that is about to drift away, or drifting away in each other's lives.

They are already walking away.With Lin Qiao, Lin Ming has never been a kite pulled by a string, he is a bird, the sky is his, the clouds are his, and his wings are plump, so he can spread his wings to explore the distant future.As for him, he is just his little nostalgia. He grew up in this nest, but he still has a higher and farther sky.He will not stay forever, one day, the grown-up bird will fly away, and the roof tiles that left his footprints are still roof tiles, with weeds growing and cold wind blowing

He pulled out the chair and sat down beside Lin Ming.There are thick books on his desk, and a stack of test papers is spread out in front of him, on which numbers and symbols are densely written.When Lin Ming came home, he always lay down in front of the desk, burying his head in his hands and holding a pen, doing his homework all afternoon without stopping.But he never forgot to prepare dinner, and Lin Qiao was able to eat fresh meals when he got home.

"What are you writing again?"

Lin Ming smiled and said, "Physics is almost finished."

Lin Ming laughed, his eyes slightly bent, and his pupils suddenly shone like hidden stars.He wants to kiss the stars, but he doesn't know if the stars are willing.

How could this be Lin Changxi's child?

He lowered his head and saw the knuckles and pen calluses on the boy's right hand, and felt that they were as beautiful as jade.The boy's legs were well-proportioned and slender, the skin was taut, and there was strength inside.He wanted to touch it all, but then the two of them probably wouldn't be able to talk peacefully here anymore.

He didn't intend to tell Lin Ming about his parents.Out of personal affection, he didn't want Lin Ming to know that he still had family members he could rely on in this world, even though one of those two people still abandoned him, and the other never showed up at all; out of objectivity, he couldn't let these sudden news disturb him Go to Lin Ming's study.

"Don't think too much about the future, just tell me if you need anything."

After the exam, Lin Ming was half drunk at the party.

When Lin Qiao saw the person, he saw that the child's face was flushed, and his hair was messed up after a night of crazy play.This time, no girl followed him. He stood alone at the door with a bright smile on his face. When he opened the door, he leaned over to hug him, buried his head in the socket of his shoulder, and suddenly kissed him on the cheek. .

He was probably drunk too, and the tips of his ears and neck were red.

"Brother, I will..."

It was like whispering, but in the end Lin Ming laughed, and sprayed his warm breath with a little alcohol on his neck.He really wanted to bite the red marks on the child's cheeks, which looked so bright and soft under the yellowish light in the room.He hugged the child hard, attaching his cold arms to his hot ones.Lin Ming wasn't very drunk after all, he just felt waves of heat rushing through his heart, his mind was stiff and numb, and his breathing was stuffy.But he is very happy, he is very happy after the exam, he is very happy when he returns home, and he is still very happy to see Lin Qiao.Those entangled and sad things flew away like a gust of wind, and he was happy that he would not have to work hard to take care of Lin Qiao. Rather than saying that he yearned for independence, he wanted to say he wanted to grow up.

Lin Qiao patted his back with his hand, and then hugged him tightly.

He poured some boiled water for Lin Ming, watching the child's eyes clear up little by little.But he didn't come back after Qingming. Lin Ming took off his coat, wiped his face and hands, and fell on the bed. The soft mattress was like a soft cloud, supporting him to sleep.

Naturally, Lin Ming would not forget that kiss.

It was his initiative, but he was used to the intimacy when he was a child, so he easily found a reason to push it away.What he cares about is Lin Qiao's, Lin Qiao's hug to him.He still remembered the feeling, warmth, intimacy, Lin Qiao hugged him very hard, and pressed his fingers tightly on his back.There's nothing wrong with it, nothing strange about it, he told himself, Lin Qiao was just too happy, and he was just too excited.

Chapter 23

Lin Ming's score was enough to get into the school of his choice, but he didn't seem particularly happy, just like every time he entered a higher school.

In July, the sun outside is already stinging hot.Lin Ming stayed at home most of the time, and sometimes went out with his classmates.But Lin Qiao was always deliberately ignoring his whereabouts. He didn't seem to care, and he didn't control him. He just hoped that Lin Ming could stay longer.

"Lin Qiao, why are you still at home at this hour..."

Lin Ming pushed the door open and entered.

He was still holding the handle, the door was opened a crack wide enough for one person, and the wind in the corridor rushed in like a flock of ominous crows.Lin Ming stood there in a daze, seeing Lin Qiao standing by the table arranging the photos, with a full of tenderness on his face.His tenderness was like running water, flowing through the corners of his eyes and brows, overflowing, and froze into an embarrassed smile at the corner of his mouth after seeing him.

The photos fell to the ground with a whimper, spread out like shredded paper, every one, every one, was Lin Ming smiling or making a fuss.Is he looking at his photos, recalling those fragments of the past?Lin Qiao looked like a petrified stone statue, and suddenly squatted down to pick up the photos on the ground.His hair covered his face in front of his face, and his outstretched hands tremblingly wiped the ground.The photos sucked to the ground, and he picked it up several times before he could pick up one.

Lin Ming didn't know when he had squatted down.

He already knew the existence of these photos. On a sunny afternoon, when he looked through the certificates in the drawer, he saw these treasured and preserved things.

He picked up one, on which he held up his clothes with an unhappy expression on his face: "This one was taken before my high school New Year's Day performance." He lowered his head and saw him smiling brightly facing the camera in another photo, the sunshine Pouring: "When was this filmed?"

He said quietly, "You took so many pictures of me."

Lin Qiao just lowered his head: "Don't ask." His face was pale, and there was no vivid color in his eyes.He has never been more like a silent puppet than he is now, unwilling to speak, unwilling to reveal a little expression, the smile just now seems to have been annihilated by a huge external force, leaving only a stiff face that refuses to express .

You stop asking, the answer won't be what you want to hear.Lin Ming thought.But he still fixed his eyes on the man in front of him. He remembered the night when he left City A to go to other places, when Lin Qiao came back drunk, a drunk person left a light kiss on his lips.There are also inadvertent actions during the New Year's Eve.

Lin Ming looked deeply at the photos on the floor in the room: "You like me." He said with certainty.

He wants to find out the truth, whether he likes it or not, he doesn't want this invisible barrier between the two of them, every time they meet it is like a hidden bomb, because they are afraid of exploding, they avoid it far away.

He wanted an answer.

The words are like spring water, maybe they were buried deep in my heart for a long time: "You took my picture because you like me; you haven't had a girlfriend yet because you like me; you It's because he likes me, so..." So he always makes some very intimate moves towards me.

"But why do you like me! We are already relatives!"

"No." There was nothing in Lin Qiao's eyes, "I don't like you, and I adopted you because you are young."

His words were like a piece of tape, blocking all Lin Ming's words.But he still asked, "Then why haven't you had another girlfriend for so many years?"

"I, I don't like..."

"Don't you like women?"

"I'm just tired, and I don't want to date any more for the time being."

"Brother, I want to hear the truth, so tell me!"

"Yes, I don't like it. I like men." Lin Qiao looked into his eyes.

"But you had a girlfriend before!"

He wanted to say: "No! You're not!" But he already knew faintly that he clearly liked him.These words were too hurtful, and he knew they were words he would never say to Lin Qiao.

He saw Lin Qiao staring into his eyes, and said calmly: "Ke Xue? Do you know why I broke up with her! Didn't I really like her? Didn't you see it? When I was with her Don't you know how much you put your mind on her when you were here?"

Lin Qiao's words finally pierced the cover between the two. He stood up and said, "Why do you insist on me telling you about some things before you give up! Do I have to tell you word by word that I am gay? I like my brother, are you willing to be satisfied, do you understand! I said I will miss you, are you happy with taking your photo to masturbate?"

Lin Ming watched him say those words that he would never have imagined as if venting, and suddenly everything stuck in his chest.He remembered what Lin Qiao had treated him all these years, like a friend, like a relative, and he gave everything he wanted when he was young.He is hysterical now, telling him loudly that he likes it, not a day or two