i am not black

What will happen if he meets him again, whether he will still be in such a mess, abandoned by everyone, and live like a ghost, this is the worst assumption in Mu Ling's mind.

There is no evening self-study after class on Saturday, and school ends much earlier than usual. Many students choose to use the rare time to invite a few friends to play. Mu Ling has never had this idea. For him, the only advantage of leaving school early is that he can go back Go to bed early.

He lazily picked up his schoolbag and looked around with dejected eyes. After the Yanqing incident last time, his classmates talked a lot less about him. In his seat, there were girls all around him, laughing from time to time, then he glanced at Mu Ling secretly, and the girls next to him followed his gaze, and they all understood, and whispered about Mu Ling. They said Mu Ling's name loudly first, and then they lowered their voices and added some ugly words after his name.

Mu Ling didn't take it seriously, but felt a little ridiculous. Would he still be afraid of those gossips?

He walked out of the classroom and walked around every corner. There were always surprises around the corner on TV, but there was no reality, probably.

Mu Ling walked out of the school gate and turned to the left. A figure leaned gracefully against the wall, with his hands in his trouser pockets. He was not wearing a school uniform, but a black T-shirt. The man looked at the passing crowd and searched for what he wanted. back.

"Prisoner Technique." Mu Ling recognized it.

"I've been waiting for you for a long time." Prisoner's back was already sweating against the wall, and he had indeed waited for a long time, from the time he wanted to see him until he actually appeared in front of him.

"I'll take you to a place." Prison Shu came over and took Mu Ling's hand. His palm was sweaty and sticky, but Mu Ling didn't hate it but was a little nostalgic.

They walked all the way north and went to the square, which was very lively, with crowded people, merchants selling things, and those roller skating people slipping around in the square.

"Can you rollerblade?" Kunshu took Mu Ling to the place where the roller skates were rented.

"will not."

"Okay, I'll teach you."

Prison Shu picked out a pair of black roller skates, and Mu Ling picked out a pair of gray ones.

"How to wear it?" Mu Ling held the shoes in a daze.

Prisoner smiled lightly, lowered his body and knelt down to help Mu Ling put on his shoes, "Okay." After a few seconds, Prisoner stood up, "I'll drag you away."

Prisoner stretched out his hand, his palm was very thick, as long as he grasped it, he would be protected.

Mu Ling took his hand, and before he got up, he pulled hard, and Mu Ling slid forward and fell into the arms of the prisoner. Mu Ling was not as tall as the prisoner, and his head was stuck on the On the prisoner's chest, the sound of the heartbeat is very clear, the prisoner's chest is wide and firm, the head rests hard on it, and there is a little sweat smell, these are not what Mu Ling likes, but when they are on the prisoner's body, It's as if there is magic power to make Mu Ling intoxicated.

Prison Shu looked at Mu Ling in his arms, lowered his head, and leaned into his ear, "Do you like me?"

Do you like me? There was a loud noise in Mu Ling's head, and then he stepped back nervously, but the shoes under his feet made him unable to maintain his balance, and he fell to the ground.

The pain made him close his eyes subconsciously. He didn't know what he would see when he opened them again. He raised his head leisurely and saw the smirking face of the prisoner and a boy standing behind him. , he was looking at Mu Ling, he saw every move of Mu Ling just now, his eyes were very unfriendly at the moment, he pulled out a disdainful smile, left the place, mixed into the crowd and slowly became the background, will not to be hunted down.

"What are you looking at?" Prison Shu asked, looking behind him, there was a chaotic crowd behind him, and no one was more eye-catching.

"It's nothing."

"Stay with me, don't be distracted all the time." Prisoner lowered his body to pull Muling, rolled his eyes around his sockets, put one arm directly under Muling's bent legs, and supported him with the other arm At the waist, Mu Ling felt his body hang, and the whole person was hugged by the prisoner, "What are you doing?" Mu Ling was startled, and struggled slightly in the prisoner's arms.

"Answer that you like me." Prisoner's very seductive voice sounded above Mu Ling, the air became scorching hot, the sound of music in the distance stopped, and Kongming lanterns flew by in the sky, Mu Ling's round lips were tightly closed, and he did not want to speak the meaning of.

"Answer." Prison Shu repeated again, this time he put his lips next to Mu Ling's ear, and the intimate words made Mu Ling lose his mind for a while.

"I like you." These three words came out of Mu Ling's mouth, and after he finished speaking, he put his hands in front of his lips in disbelief, his pupils dilated at that time, and he saw the smiling face of Zhuang Shu.

Prisoner slowly lowered his head, kissed Mu Ling's forehead lightly, and then shifted the field to the corner of his lips. At this time, Mu Ling's body was pulled away vigorously, and his body was suspended in the air, surrounded by a familiar smell. He greedily put his head close to the source of the smell, and his head was close to a warm embrace, which is different from the strength of the prison technique, but a kind of extreme gentleness.

He remembered this smell, it was Ye Fei, the one who abandoned him.

Mu Ling didn't look up, afraid to see Ye Fei's monstrous face.

"Xiao Mu, look up." Ye Fei's voice came from above, it was very gentle, but Mu Ling couldn't resist it.

He raised his head, Ye Fei's brows were raised, and he looked silly in his eyes, "Ye Fei." Mu Ling called his name softly.

"It's me." He replied in a firm tone.

On the side, there was a strong hostility on the brows of Prisoner Shu. Just now when Mu Ling was snatched from his arms, he had already swung his fist, but when he heard the other party called Mu Ling Xiaomu, he stopped, and he realized that the two people relationship is unusual.

"Mu Ling." Prison Shu's anger was all reflected in his tone.

"Xiao Mu, I don't want to miss you anymore." Ye Fei didn't care about Prison Shu's words at all, and said to Mu Ling with his head down.

Mu Ling felt the anger in the prisoner's tone, "Put me down."

Ye Fei smiled softly and put Mu Ling down from his arms.

The three of them just faced each other without speaking, and there was a loud "boom", and fireworks bloomed in the sky.

Mu Ling looked up, his face was brilliantly illuminated, but the other two didn't look up, their expressions were gloomy, and they didn't give in to each other.

Ye Fei took Mu Ling's hand, "Follow me."

Mu Ling felt warm in his palm, and turned to look at Ye Fei. Ye Fei moved closer to him, his brows became clear, and the tear moles at the corners of his eyes stood out under the flickering fireworks. Memories of the past surged up. The most beautiful memories are all related to him.

Prison Shu took Mu Ling's hand. He saw Mu Ling's eyes and knew that he couldn't keep Mu Ling anymore, so he held on tightly.

"Follow me." Ye Fei pulled Mu Ling to his side, and Mu Ling took his hand out of his hand, and went to change his shoes.

Prisoner was stunned for a moment, his eyes were glazed over, and he felt unspeakable pain in his heart. He stood still and watched the two slowly go away.

Prison Shu sneered in a low voice, picked up the phone, "Shi Huan."

There were many empty wine bottles in the room, and the prisoner fell drunk on the bed.

"Boss, I can't drink anymore." Shi Huan said respectfully from the side.

He wanted to snatch the wine bottle from the prisoner's hand, but as soon as he approached, Shi Huan was pulled down by the prisoner, the prisoner rolled over and pressed down, close to Shi Huan's chest, and fell into a deep sleep.

Shi Huan didn't resist, it's always been like this, he used alcohol to numb himself, he touched his forehead, it was very warm and sweaty.

"Mu Ling." Prisoner whispered softly.

Is it that boy from last time?Do you really care about him that much?

Shi Huan thought in his mind.

The wind blows very lightly at night, and there are no waves on the river. Ye Fei looked at the distant scenery, but did he still leave?

Mu Ling followed Ye Fei for a while, and suddenly turned around and ran back. He looked around for the figure of Prisoner, but it was already too late, and Prisoner was not where he was.

The calm surface of the river aroused Ye Fei's thoughts, he thought of the past, that Mu Ling who never resisted himself, now actually left him for others.

He took out a cigarette, lit it with a lighter, diffused the smoke, and took a deep breath, "Is it really late?" He threw the cigarette into the river, coughed a few times, he didn't know how to smoke, But he always carries a pack of cigarettes with him. When he smokes, his lungs feel uncomfortable, but he likes the smell of smoke, and he likes to calm his mood with a more tingling feeling when he is sad.

He looked at the people coming and going, most of them were in pairs, he took out his mobile phone and clicked on a video.

In the video, Mu Ling embraced him. Mu Ling was very shy and didn't hug him tightly. After a while, he let go of his arms around his waist. , Mu Ling didn't struggle, and made a small sound. After about a minute, the screen went black, and he saw his tearful face.

It was this video that made them break up, but now only this video records their love.

He shook his head to calm himself down, and walked back home. His home is a villa by the river. It is very gorgeous, a place that others dream of. On the sofa, my body was very heavy, and I fell asleep after a while.

Mu Ling walked home in despair, thinking that Zhuang Shu must be angry, whether he would never see him again, the evening wind made him tremble, he wrapped his clothes tightly, and saw that the light in his house was still on, Mother is waiting for her to go back.

He walked through the stairwell, where there was a voice-activated light. He used to call his name loudly, but now he calls Prisoner’s name. Every time he calls his name, the world will become very bright. The stairwell is small, and there is a faint echo.

At the door of the house, he pushed the door open and entered, and his mother embraced himself, "You didn't come back so late, I thought something happened to you." The mother said with some sobs.

"I'm sorry, I won't do it in the future." He said guiltily. His mother was not as tall as him, and hugged him with her head only reaching his chest. He looked at his mother and cried too.