your boyfriend

In front of the residential building where Qin Jin lives, there is a maple tree that looks old at first glance. Now it is the season when the red maples are all over the ground. When the wind blows, it will scatter around. A fiery red leaf fell on the window sill along the autumn wind. Qin Jin stopped at his hand.

A magnetic male voice came from the earphones, singing a song familiar to students of this age.

The book in my hand turned another page, and it was written - there is no sun in my sky, it is always dark, but it is not dark, because something replaces the sun, although it is not as bright as the sun, but it is already dark to me. Enough, with this light, I can regard the night as day, I have never had the sun, so I am not afraid of losing it. (Note 1)

The afterglow of the setting sun shone into the window sill, and his clean and slender fingertips were covered with a thin layer of golden light, which was shiny and translucent.

Zhou Yulan was washing and washing in the kitchen, adding a human atmosphere to the empty two-bedroom room. Qin Jin did not close the door tightly. Smell the rich aroma of the stew.

It stands to reason that this is a peaceful and peaceful afternoon——

"Dididi——!" The whistle of the motorcycle passed over the window eaves, and together with Lin Junjie's magnetic voice, entered Qin Jin's ears.Hearing this voice, he subconsciously frowned.

"Qin—Jin—!!" Meng Qin raised his head and shouted towards the window sill of Qin Jin's study.

The fingertips holding the book trembled slightly, and the next moment, the volume of the earphones was turned up, so that the music filled the ears.

Can't hear, can't hear, can't hear, Qin Jin read silently.He didn't promise Meng Qinshi to go to any performance, nor was he interested in watching a group of non-mainstream teenagers shaking their heads in the sun on a hot day.

thump—

The small white thing fell on the desk accurately. Qin Jin glanced at the big white rabbit on the blue and white wrapping paper out of the corner of his eye, and flicked it with his fingertips. The big white rabbit toffee rolled into the pen holder side.

Do not eat, what sugar to eat before dinner.

thump—

Another one landed firmly on the book in Qin Jin's hand.Qin Jin was about to stretch out his hand to flick it away, and then dropped a dozen or so one after another, rolling all over the table with a crackling sound.

That must be a whole pack.

Qin Jin finally couldn't take it anymore, he took off the earphones, and the inspector looked out from the window sill.Meng Qinshi was leaning on the side of the motorcycle, his long legs against the sky were slightly bent, holding the helmet in one hand, the setting sun sprinkled fragments on his shoulders, his dark eyes were full of smiles, and when the corners of his mouth were raised, he showed a smile. A row of white and straight teeth.

Qin Jin suddenly thought of a sentence in the book he just read, but he couldn't remember the original sentence for a while.

Meng Qinshi waved at him: "Here it is!"

"If you don't want to go, go by yourself!" Qin Jin's voice was cold.

"Don't, let's go together." Meng Qin had a candy in his mouth, and his voice was still vague.

Qin Jin replied: "No!"

Snapped--

The window was closed tightly, blocking Meng Qinshi's voice trying to persuade him a few more words.

He doesn't like excitement, and the ten years of living alone has made him at a loss for noise. If it weren't for Meng Qinshi who was always dangling in front of him, he might have lived a quieter life.

It was as quiet as a pool of stagnant water, calm and calm.

The Gu family has almost never visited him, except for his mother, but he will definitely be turned away by him; as for his nominal father, it is even more impossible to visit him, for his father, he is a shame.

The only person who came to see him was his cousin Gu Zhiyun, who brought him a cold and cruel news-his mother committed suicide by taking sleeping pills.

"Zhihang, don't blame the second uncle, this kind of thing..." Gu Zhiyun showed extreme restraint. As the son of a leading wealthy family in Nanchuan, his cultivation and knowledge are quite good.

"En." Qin Jin responded and interrupted him without hesitation: "My name is Qin Jin."

The door of the study room was opened, and Meng Qinshi rushed into the room in a hurry, and sat cross-legged on the swivel chair next to him. He was wearing this black short-sleeved T-shirt with big graffiti on it, and his short hair was pressed by the helmet. It's a little slumped, and the tip of the hair is still slightly raised.

Qin Jin glanced at him: "Why?"

"I'm not going either." Meng Qin rested his chin on the desk and raised his eyelids to look at Qin Jin.

"Oh." Qin Jin responded indifferently, and when he saw the expression on Meng Qin's face from the corner of his eye - he was quite aggrieved.

He ignored him and continued to flip through the book in his hand pretending not to see it. This man has always been good at acting, and it was a mistake for Oscar not to award him a statuette.After a while, Zhang Yulan called for dinner at the door.

"Did you eat?" Qin Jin asked him.

Meng Qinshi shook his head. He originally planned to take Qin Jin to the show, and after the end, he would have something to eat for a drive. It was a model specimen of a young couple's date, although he was the only one who thought it was a date.

Qin Jin closed the book: "Let's go, let's eat together."

Meng Qinshi sat motionless on the spot, raised his head with his hands on his knees, and looked at Qin Jin's cold and clear eyes, which contained Xingchen's grievances written in enlarged and bold, as well as a little bit of hope.

"Do you want to eat?" Qin Jin asked him.

Meng Qinshi didn't move, and sighed sadly: "I won't eat, I'm in a bad mood."

"Okay." Qin Jin didn't bother him, turned around and left the room.Quickly walked through the living room, walked to the dining room, and casually said as loudly as possible: "Aunt Lan, do you have sweet and sour pork today? And stewed beef with potatoes?"

It was rare for Zhang Yulan to hear Qin Jin speak so loudly, she was a little taken aback for a moment, she wiped her hands with a tissue and nodded with a smile: "Well, it just so happens that Qin Jin is here, you can eat together!"

Gollum—

Hungry in the study, Meng Qinshi let out a stomach growl. He casually peeled a toffee and stuffed it into his mouth, trying to imagine that it was a piece of sweet and sour pork tenderloin.

Then, there was no movement outside.Meng Qinshi quietly touched the door, put his ear against the crack of the door, trying to find a sound from the outer room where needles could be heard, but he heard nothing.

So he went back to the house dejectedly.

Qin Jin's study room is very monotonous, with nothing but books.Meng Qinshi casually picked up the book that Qin Jin closed just now and flipped through a few pages, but the smell of the food was so tempting and he was so hungry that he couldn't read a word.

There was a thick notebook sandwiched between several books on the desk, and it fell on the desk as the book was pulled out.From a moral point of view, Meng Qinshi should not peek at this small notebook that looks like a private diary. He struggled for a long time, putting his hands on the cover of the notebook and taking it away again.

Torn back and forth between voyeuristic immorality and me just taking a look—

"Meng Qinshi."

"Ouch!" Qin Jin's voice suddenly came from behind, which made him tremble in fright, and almost swallowed the whole toffee in his mouth, he turned his head to look at Qin Jin, and asked cautiously: "What...what's wrong? "

"You..." Qin Jin's face was a little unnatural, he paused for a rare moment, and then asked, "You want to go so much?"

"Where are you going?" Meng Qinshi was still immersed in the guilt of being caught peeking at the diary, and couldn't react for a while.

Qin Jin raised his eyebrows: "Performance."

Only then did Meng Qinshi come back to his senses, raised the corners of his lips, and said with a smile: "The main reason is that I want to take you there."

This man, as long as he smiles, his eyes glow.

Qin Jin cleared his throat, put his arms around his chest, and said coldly: "Go to eat, I will go with you after eating."

"Okay, okay! Wait for me for 2 minutes!"

Meng Qinshi immediately jumped up and went out like a whirlwind, passing in front of Qin Jin, bringing with him the fragrance of laundry detergent.Looking at his back, Qin Jin suddenly recalled the sentence in that book——

In the long darkness, you are my only light.

After half an hour, Qin Jin regretted it, he shouldn't be soft-hearted!

The hot and dry air was filled with all kinds of complicated smells. Qin Jin was almost overwhelmed by the bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang in his ears and the frantic shouts of the people around him. He sat in the front row with a blank face, looking indifferently Looking at the punk teenagers on the stage who looked like epileptics.

Jiang Shen sprayed a disposable red hair, which made his face extraordinarily fair. If you look carefully, you can find a very dazzling diamond earring on his left ear. His voice is bright, and when he sings, he is very Infectious, especially this kind of music with a strong sense of rhythm.

The lower body is still the familiar ripped jeans, but there are a few strings of rattling silver chains hanging on the waist, which looks the same as Bai Xiaoyu's "Christmas tree" - of course his legs are thinner and longer, and the shape of his legs is also different. nice.

At the end of the song, there was a frenzy in the audience, and the girl on Qin Jin's right, with big waves and smoky makeup, screamed like crazy, shouting Wen Che's name desperately, while Wen Che on the stage He also received her signal and blinked at him.

Meng Qinshi smacked his mouth and leaned into Qin Jin's ear and whispered, "Wen Che's vision is really not that good..."

"You have a good eye?" Qin Jin asked him back.

Meng Qinshi raised his brows: "Of course I'm fine! I'm the one with the best eyes in the world, otherwise why would I fall in love with you?"

Qin Jin was about to say something, but suddenly got up when he saw Meng Qinshi, bent down and made a shush gesture at him, and whispered in his ear, "Sit here and don't move."

Afterwards, Meng Qinshi turned over neatly and stepped directly from the first row of the auditorium onto the temporary stage. Jiang Shen exclaimed, and Wen Che played a drum improvisation for him, which instantly brought him atmosphere.

"I have a song that I have been preparing for a long time. I wonder if everyone can give me a chance to sing it to someone present." Meng Qinshi's voice was low and slow, and his eyes were fixed on Qin Jin as he spoke. With a deep smile: "After all, it was hard to trick people here."

There were whistles and cheers from the audience, and several teenagers on the stage also had playful smiles.

When the four eyes met, Qin Jin felt his heart skip a beat, and the wet night wind blew against his face, making the tips of his ears red.The music sounded slowly on the stage. Meng Qinshi held the microphone in his hand and stood in the center of the stage where everyone was watching. The light hit his face, handsome and sharp.

It looks like a Japanese cartoon——

"Holding a small bottle in hand to store ordinary days, passers-by who are familiar with the big and small things in life, seeing each other's various emotions in the reflection, clasping fingers, the initial cover-up, the shadows floating into the distance..." (Note 2)

Qin Jin played this song on a loop for the whole summer. One afternoon after the high school entrance examination, Meng Qinshi bowed his head to apologize to Qin Jin, holding the chicken soup his mother made himself.

"Xiao Jin...it's all my fault." At that time, Meng Qin looked like a child who did something wrong, looking down at Qin Jin's leg in plaster, his face full of guilt.

Qin Jin hummed, and seeing his dejected look, most of his anger subsided: "What are you doing here?"

"I...I'll bring you chicken soup!" Meng Qinshi raised the thermos bucket in his hand, and smiled at the person.

"Oh."

Meng Qinshi opened the lid, and the aroma of the slow-simmering chicken soup came over his face. He scooped up a spoonful of chicken soup and carefully brought it to Qin Jin's mouth: "Come on, do you have a taste?"

"Tsk! It's hot!" As soon as the spoon touched the corner of his lips, Qin Jin shrank back.

"Oh oh oh! I'll show you off!" Meng Qinshi quickly retracted.

Qin Jin glanced at him: "Don't blow the drool in."

"The wind blows, the flowers bloom and the sunset hastily, time will unravel my confusion. The wish I made has spread out the Milky Way on the horizon, waiting for you who are wandering to hold my hand." Meng Qinshi's voice was low and deep Gentle, slowly flowing with the melody, it makes people's hearts soften.

Qin Jin stared at him on the stage without moving, as if returning to that bright afternoon.

Two people, one headphone cable, one song on loop.

"Wow! This boy is so handsome!"

"Yeah, the singing is really good!"

"Is he Jiang Shen's friend? I don't know if he has a girlfriend."

"You stupid, didn't you hear what he said? Sing it for someone!"

"Sure enough, every good boy in the world has a partner!"

The voices of a few girls' discussions penetrated into Qin Jin's ears, like giving him the freshest wind in this scorching night, blowing over his heart, inexplicably calming those irritability and impatience.

"Qin Jin—!!" Meng Qinshi suddenly shouted at the end.

As soon as Qin Jin raised his head, he bumped into his shining eyes.

"Look, is there a little star in my eyes?"