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I like you, serious and cowardly, from the beginning to the end. ——Anonymous

When going out to return to school after the sketching class, Mu Chengfei had to beg for nothing to send Song Yao back to the dormitory, and even shamelessly used the guise of "caring for classmates".

"Young master is back?" Peng Ziwei drooled like a wolf, looking at the souvenirs in Song Yao's hand.

"Haha, they really call you son? It feels like you brought a book boy with you when you went to college." Although Mu Cheng had heard Su Tingjie mention Song Yao's "son" before, and had seen it on school forums, but It was the first time he heard someone say that, and he really couldn't help laughing.

"You are the book boy. Your whole family is a book boy! Have you heard of 'Mr. Shi Wushuang'? You are uneducated! Young master, please avoid dealing with such uneducated people in the future." Peng Ziwei is a big one, with a peculiar voice Vigorous.

"Hahaha, it's okay, you are all educated people, I am illiterate, right?" Mu Cheng looked at the greasy and arrogant Peng Ziwei, laughed until he gasped, feeling in his heart - can't be offended...

Song Yao handed a bag of special products brought back to Peng Ziwei, and put the rest of the portion on Xie Hao and Zhou Ning's table, and asked casually, "Where are Zhou Ning and Xie Hao?"

"Mr. Zhou went to the Internet cafe, and the local tyrant invited two girls to go happy." Peng Ziwei couldn't wait to open the snack bag and ate something, while eating, he muttered: "Thank you, my lord, I'm so sorry for making you spend money. "

Sitting on Xie Hao's chair, Mu Cheng looked at Peng Ziwei's eating without any embarrassment at all, and could only grin.Then he turned back to watch Song Yao tidy up his things slowly and meticulously, seeing that he didn't intend to greet him at all, got up and said "You're busy, I'll go first" and stretched out his hand to open the door.

Song Yao didn't hear the expected sound of the door opening, and wanted to see what Mu Cheng was up to, but he didn't expect to put Mu Cheng's face on his face as soon as he turned around.Mu Cheng put his hands behind his back and looked down at Song Yao's panic when he stepped back. He smiled and took a step towards Song Yao. The little book boy has a delicate relationship."

Song Yao's ears turned red, his eyelashes flickered in a panic, he was stunned for a moment and hurried to organize things to distract his attention, and accidentally tore off a corner of a page in his haste.Of course, Song Yao was caught off guard because of Mu Cheng's sudden closeness, not because of his words, because Song Yao didn't have the heart to study the meaning of his words at all.Then Song Yao raised his head weakly and added: "Thank you for sending me back, I will contact you when I have time."

"Okay, that's what you said." Mu Cheng bent down and picked up the corner of the book that fell on the ground. When he got up, he tilted his head to catch Song Yao's dodging eyes. Looking at Song Yao's shy look, he really couldn't bear to continue teasing He straightened up and smiled, closed the door and left.

"You guys know each other very well?" Song Yao stood motionless until the fat man opened his mouth, and he regained his composure: "Eh, it's not that much, it's average." After speaking, he stared at the closed door and calmed down his breath.

During the process of going downstairs, Mu Cheng was in a very happy mood, because he found that Song Yao's blushing shyness was as good-looking as when he smiled lightly, and even a little...sultry?

The library is a good place. It not only provides a quiet environment for those who want to study, but also provides a good angle for those who secretly peep at their sweethearts. It also provides opportunities for those who wait for the opportunity to show their hearts to like-minded people. .

"Brother Jie? Old Su! Why are you so devoted?" Mu Cheng stretched out his hand and waved in front of Su Tingjie who was concentrating on his work.

"The end of the semester is approaching, and I need to count the borrowing and returning of books. I didn't hear it. Why haven't I seen you here for a long time." Su Tingjie came to his senses, squinting and smiling at Mu Cheng.

Mu Cheng waved his hand: "Hey, don't mention it, the class went out to sketch last week, and it's only been two days since I came back. Are you busy?"

"It's okay. Are you borrowing or returning books today?" Su Tingjie looked back at the register.

Mu Cheng smiled knowingly: "Neither borrow nor return, I'm here today to find someone."

Su Tingjie thought for a moment, then slightly raised the corners of his lips: "Unfortunately, I don't have time to accompany you today."

"Who said I'm here to look for you? Your narcissism needs to be corrected." Seeing Su Tingjie's puzzled face, Mu Cheng leaned towards Su Tingjie with his elbows and said with a smile: "I'm here The person looking for Song Yao, do you know where he is sitting?"

Su Tingjie's smiling face gradually collapsed with the sense of loss in his heart: "This is the borrowing and returning area for books, how would I know where Song Yao is sitting?"

Mu Cheng raised his eyebrows: "Come on, tell me that you will die soon."

"..." The sound of pages turning in the register was very clear in the quiet library hall.

Mu Cheng patted Su Tingjie on the shoulder: "Old Su, are you a buddy? Don't you know that you are here almost every day? Stop playing with me, brother, matchmaking? My happiness is in your hands, I... ..."

"Mu Cheng!" Su Tingjie suddenly raised his voice angrily and interrupted Mu Cheng. After a while, his tense expression relaxed again, and he returned to calm, and continued: "I don't know..."

Mu Cheng was startled in shock at first, not knowing where he had offended him, so he could only shrug his shoulders, then turned and walked upstairs without saying a word.

Su Tingjie looked up at Mu Cheng's lonely back, clenched his teeth, and then said, "Most of the books he borrowed were about history and humanities. You can go to the third floor and look for them..."

Mu Cheng turned around with a smile, made an OK gesture, and went upstairs.

After going around for a while, I finally saw Song Yao who was holding a book and reading silently in the window of the library next to the bamboo grove.Against the background of the bamboo forest in the secluded garden, the gentle and refined Song Yao is dressed in a clean suit. The collar of his white shirt is slightly opened and the cuffs are slightly rolled up. The black trousers make his legs lying flat under the desk look slender. He sits upright and looks elegant. Dust, it looks like a painting.

Mu Cheng looked at Song Yao for a long time through the rows of bookcases. A few particles of dust on the old books were floating up and down under the sunlight seeping in from the window. The gap between the books and the bookcases was just enough for a pair of peeping eyes. .After going back and forth between the orderly bookcases for a few times, Mu Cheng pulled out a collection of poems and walked towards Song Yao.

"Student, is there anyone here?" Mu Cheng walked behind Song Yao and asked softly.

Hearing the sound, Song Yao turned his head and glanced, and replied with a smile: "No." Seeing Mu Cheng carefully move out the stool and sit down, he asked again: "Why do you always like to appear quietly behind others?"

Mu Cheng laughed: "Shouldn't it be normal to control the sound of footsteps in the library? It's not because I'm silent, it's because you are too focused." Said, he put the book and bag lightly on the table, from the bag He took out two bottles of water, handed one to Song Yao, and put the other by his hand.

Song Yao took the water and said thank you with a smile. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of Mu Cheng's book on the table - "Hai Zi Poetry Collection", his heart tightened inexplicably, and his finger on the book he was reading slightly With a movement, the tips of the index finger and middle finger slide along the edge of the book to the cover of the book out of sight, and the embossed title of the book is outlined by the fingertips - "Poetry of Haizi".

Everything seems to be too coincidental, half of the old houses are painted, and the poetry collection of the same author.Boya Ziqi's like-mindedness would not reach this level, would it?Song Yao felt a little fear in his heart, fear of the unknown, fear of this seemingly harmless but unpredictable person.

"We fell in love at first sight, on the high grassland, on the naked grassland, I believe in all of this, I believe we fell in love at first sight." Mu Cheng turned his head to look at the book in Song Yao's hand and read a paragraph, Then he looked at Song Yao excitedly: "Isn't this Haizi's "For You"? Are you also reading "Haizi's Poetry Collection"?"

Song Yao brushed the pages of the book with his hand, and said calmly, "Yes."

Mu Cheng blew the thin dust between the top pages of the collection of poems, opened the cover, looked at the author's profile and sighed: "You also like Haizi? I like him very much, but it's a pity that his talent has passed away. Maybe this poet who longs to fly is doomed. to die on the earth."

"He, writing alone in poverty, monotony and loneliness, dreamed of heaven, but did not find his place in life happily. Death may be a kind of relief for him." Yao's affection for Mu Cheng increased, he never thought that he would talk about Haizi with such a sunny and cheerful boy.

The two looked at each other and smiled.Sparse voices could be faintly heard outside the window, the wind picked up, and a scent of bamboo leaves inadvertently slipped in through the open window, brushed Song Yao's shoulder, and landed on the back of Mu Cheng's hand.

Time lies lazily between the lines, passing from the right hand side to the left hand side as the pages of paper are turned over.The two of them didn't say a word for several hours, but they didn't feel the slightest embarrassment. When it was almost time for dinner, Mu Cheng was still struggling with how to ask Song Yao to have dinner together. Song Yao took a call from his tutor and left first. .Mu Cheng thought to himself, wondering when the next time they would read together like this.

The school says it’s not that big, and there are only a few roads to walk every day; but it’s not that big, but it’s quite big, and there are so many people coming and going every day, but you can’t always meet the one you want to see.If it is said that not seeing each other every day is like three autumns, then the days when Mu Cheng didn't see Song Yao counted as more than ten autumns have passed; he felt that he was more than ten years old, and waiting was indeed the first old age.

At dinner time on Friday, Mu Cheng was eating at a food stall. He happened to meet Peng Ziwei and Zhou Ning. He didn’t see Song Yao, so he asked casually, only to realize that Song Yao was resting in the dormitory, thinking that Song Yao must have not eaten yet. , I bought some food and sent it to Song Yao.

No one answered when I knocked on the door of Song Yao's bedroom.Mu Cheng was still wondering if Song Yao had gone out, so he took out his mobile phone and called Song Yao.It took a long time for the phone to ring...

"Hey, Song Yao, it's me, Mu Cheng, are you in the dormitory? I brought you some food and opened the door." Mu Cheng raised the porridge in his hand to the height of his cheeks to feel the remaining warmth , fortunately, not cold.

"Well... I, I'm not feeling right now... Heh... I don't want to, I don't want to eat... You go back first." Song Yao was breathing heavily, panting continuously, and hung up the phone after speaking.

Mu Cheng's mind went blank for a moment, listening to the ecstatic voice on the other end of the phone, if he said he didn't respond, it must be a lie.Slowly, Mu Cheng felt as if he had been scorched from the face to the body to the feet, similar to "What is Song Yao doing? Why is he panting all the time? How can he only care about his own pleasure..." Such questions have been followed. The warming of the body replaced the questions of "where am I, who am I, where am I from, where am I going..." that flashed in my brain at that moment.

After 100 frames of the brain fill-in screen, Mu Cheng completely exploded. I dare not even think about what serious consequences he will have if this continues, melting at high temperature?Finally he raised his hand and knocked on the door.

"Wait a minute..." However, what Mu Cheng waited for was not just a moment, but a long time.When Mu Cheng became a little impatient, the door opened a crack.

Just as Mu Cheng was about to stretch his feet in, he saw Song Yao bowed his waist and retreated to the side, uttering a vague sentence from his mouth: "Sorry, I made you...keep you waiting for so long."

"It's okay, I didn't wait long. Hehe, I thought you weren't here!" Mu Cheng turned around and went in to lock the door, and put the things on the table before looking up at Song Yao in embarrassment.

I saw that Song Yao was still hunched over, his clothes were loose and loose, he was not as neat and tidy as he usually saw, his hair was a little messy, he was leaning on the wall with one hand, and covering his stomach with the other.

Mu Cheng felt that something was wrong, and it didn't look like he had just had a good time.So he asked "what's the matter" and stretched out his hand to help Song Yao sit down.

Song Yao raised his head slightly, which startled Mu Cheng.His complexion was as pale as paper, and large beads of sweat rolled down his forehead. The tightly wrinkled brows and slightly closed eyes made the whole person very weak.His mouth was lightly opened and he gasped intermittently. He was clearly not cold, but his lips were purple and trembling.

Mu Cheng panicked, and hurried forward to take out a tissue to help Song Yao wipe his face, and asked repeatedly: "Song Yao, what's wrong with you?"

"Stomach hurts, it's an old problem." Song Yao was weak.

"Then take the medicine quickly! Where is the medicine? I'll get it for you." Mu Cheng was at a loss for a moment.

Song Yao has already bent into a shrimp at this time: "I have eaten it, I don't know, I don't know why it is useless..."

Mu Cheng looked distressed, and hurriedly said that he needed to call 120 for first aid, but Song Yao pressed his arm when he took out his mobile phone: "Don't, don't make a big noise, it's okay."

"Then I'll take you to the hospital, just bear with it." He called his classmate who had a car and asked him to pick him up downstairs, and took advantage of the opportunity to pull Song Yao with one hand and was about to put it on his back. But thinking that it would be impossible for Song Yao to be so painful, he bent down and stretched out his hand to grab Song Yao's leg, intending to hug it as a princess.

Song Yao pressed down on Mu Cheng's shoulder. Although he had no strength at all, Mu Cheng still froze for a moment. "I know what you're thinking... Let's help, I can go."

At this point, Mu Cheng could only pick up Song Yao and go downstairs.Originally, it was very difficult for Song Yao to go downstairs like this, and this was the 5th floor, and Mu Cheng couldn't bear the pain after going down a few stairs, so he hugged him with his big hands and went downstairs.

The hospital is not far away, and Mu Cheng's classmate is quick to do things. After Song Yao was sent to the hospital for emergency treatment, there were no major problems.Mu Cheng asked his classmates to go back to school after finishing the hospitalization procedures, and watched Song Yao finish his IV drip. Seeing that Song Yao was still sleeping, he went to buy some food and came back by himself, then sat by the window and looked at the back garden of the hospital. daze.

"Mu Cheng?" Song Yao woke up in the night, he glanced around the small ward, sat up and looked at the crooked figure by the window and asked.

"Are you awake? Are you hungry? I bought something to eat, would you like some?" Mu Cheng breathed a sigh of relief, and strode to Song Yao's bedside.

Song Yao fumbled for his shoes and got out of bed: "Why don't you turn on the light? I want to go to the bathroom first."

"Oh, I'm afraid you won't be able to sleep if the light is too bright." Then he turned and turned on the light, and handed Song Yao the shoes again.

There are two beds in the narrow ward, leaving a little space so cramped that only a medical trolley can pass through. The next bed is an old man. Because he is not used to sleeping in the pale hospital bed, he was picked up by his son not long ago.The bathroom is outside the ward, after a trip, Mu Cheng has already laid out the food.Song Yao ate a little casually, and Mu Cheng wiped out the rest.

One person was lying on a hospital bed.Song Yao looked at the thin layer of small bugs piled up in the lampshade on the ceiling, and spoke first: "Thank you, Mu Cheng."

"Why are you being polite? If someone else is in a situation like yours, they will help you as well." Mu Cheng rested his arms on his pillow and crossed his legs, looking leisurely.

It seems that the pillow is a little old, and the cotton wool is pressed to both ends, making it uncomfortable to lean on. Song Yao adjusted the position of the pillow and said, "I used to have my grandpa guarding me when I had stomach problems. Since I went to college, every time I Stomach problems are caused by yourself. You are different from others, and I always feel that you care about my body more than myself. "

"Really? Why don't I feel this way? Just seeing you hurt like that makes me very worried. Okay, go to sleep, tomorrow weekend, you can sleep a little longer." To be honest, Mu Cheng felt a little bit Tired, not tossing, but nervous for a long time, now relieved, inexplicably sleepy.

The next morning, Mu Cheng got up early to go through the discharge procedures, bought disposable toothpaste and toothbrush, returned to the ward and Song Yao was already up and making the quilt.After Mu Cheng washed his face and brushed his teeth, he sat on the edge of the bed and waited for Song Yao. When he finished packing everything and was ready to go back to school, Mu Cheng stopped him.

"Song Yao, do you know why I'm so nervous about you? Because my heart is always inexplicably flustered when I see you, and boring when I don't see you. I seem to only feel that when I'm with you. It is extraordinarily fulfilling, but it doesn’t dare to show the slightest overstepping…”

"What do you mean?" Song Yao turned his back to Mu Cheng.

"I, I like you..."

"Are you kidding! Both of us are men!" Song Yao turned around in horror and looked at Mu Cheng, questioning him and himself.

"I know, but what happened to the two men? Love and equality, regardless of gender."

"Mu Cheng, I'm not gay." Song Yao lowered his head and responded weakly.

"I know you are not, and neither am I, I just like you."

"..."

"I admit that appearance is a big part of my love at first sight, but I didn't approach you just because you are good-looking. I, I am fascinated by your temperament, the way you smile She is the most beautiful I have ever seen, I like you, your appearance, your poems, your every move as gentle as jade, the fragrance of books that radiate from you, I like..."

"Stop talking!" Song Yao closed his eyes and interrupted Mu Cheng.

"Song Yao, I... I'm sorry, I, it's been a long time, I've had this unspeakable feeling for you for a long time, since Youpin Exhibition, or earlier, much earlier than you knew me, I..."

"I might let you down." Song Yao's indifferent words made Mu Cheng's heart twitch. He lowered his head and stared at Song Yao's shoe tip, thinking about what Song Yao might propose to disappoint himself. all possibilities, like a prisoner awaiting trial.Until Song Yao spoke again: "I have never dated anyone, neither girls nor boys. I am withdrawn and don't like to talk, which is the exact opposite of your sunny and cheerful personality. We may have a lot of friction when we are together, not to mention Two boys have no future together..."

No girlfriend, no boyfriend, I still have a chance.Mu Cheng's eyes suddenly brightened: "I like you, which naturally includes your strengths and weaknesses. I, I am cynical and playful, but I can change it. As for personality, two identical pieces of the puzzle cannot be seamlessly put together, there are only differences. , we can be a perfect fit, we may have friction, and face a lot of pressure because of homosexual love, but this does not mean that we have no future, can we try it? No, I said try it is not the kind of play Mentality, I mean can you give me a chance, I..."

Song Yao saw Mu Cheng's blushing anxiously, and smiled slightly.

Yes, that is the smile!Mu Cheng felt that there was something to be done, so he laughed and played a rascal: "If you really feel uncomfortable, at worst, I will be your girlfriend!"

Song Yao let out a snort of laughter, Mu Cheng seemed to have got the permission, rushed forward and hugged Song Yao, hugging the pale person in his arms tightly with his hands, and asked in a low voice with red eyes: "Did you agree, right? Yes." Don't go back on your word." Song Yao was captured by this sudden embrace, and remained motionless for a long time before raising his stiff arms to caress Mu Cheng's broad back, Mu Cheng felt the response, and hugged Song Yao even tighter. Tight, like a child who won't let go of candy.

The author has something to say:

It was normal for ancient scholars to bring a book boy by their side. The book boy not only helped organize the host’s room, such as clothes, quilts, grooming and other aspects, but also managed the master’s study, including placing books, researching, etc. Mo and others are also responsible for the owner's book purchases. For example, when the owner needs any books, he will go outside to buy them.Physically stronger book boys are similar to martial arts "bodyguards" in martial arts novels, who can protect their masters and stand up when they are violated by the outside world.A book boy with good eloquence can also assist the owner to solve some trivial matters, similar to today's "public relations" role, who can provide solutions to problems and solve them in time after problems arise.The more powerful book boys will also study with their masters, and can even play a role in supervising and guiding some knowledge. They also help carry the required items when rushing for exams, and play with the masters, etc., which is the so-called "accompanying reading". .Of course, there is another small role: to solve physiological needs. In "Jin Ping Mei", Ximen Qing and Shu Tong are messing around in the study.The bookboy "has fragrant tea and sweet-scented osmanthus cakes in his mouth, and the fragrance of incense on his body", very fat and powdery.This is because in ancient times, masculinity was more prevalent.Scholars, on the other hand, have been studying hard for ten years, so they can't be close to women, especially those from rich families, who have strict tutoring. In order to meet their normal physiological needs, they often target the handsome schoolchildren around them.So you understand what Mu Cheng said.