live next door

After eating back, Yong Xiang took a shower,

The two lay on the bed, chatted for a while, and then went to sleep.

The heat of intimacy last night seemed to have been blown away by the cool wind, Yong Xiang was lying on the bed with his eyes closed, those words were all in his mind.

Gay.

Unlucky.

It's disgusting.

How can such a person still have fans.

Pedophile.

Don't look at it, don't be afraid of disgusting yourself.

What are you doing reading his book?Can the three views of the book be correct if people have problems?

Such people should die.

……

Until Meng Xiu fell into a deep sleep, his breathing was even and long.

Yongxiang got up, lit a cigarette, and walked to the window.

There are Weiyang lights outside the window and the sound of vehicles passing by.

The stars hid in the clouds, and the crescent moon disappeared.

The road under the window stretches out into the dark mist, where does it go?

On the last day of the National Day holiday, the two will part ways.For a week, the two lived together as if they were already a family.

When Meng Xiu sent Yong Xiang into the waiting hall of the high-speed rail, he smiled and touched Yong Xiang's head: "After getting on the train, I will take a nap, and I will be there in a while."

"Yeah." Yongxiang pulled the strap of his schoolbag, "I'm going in."

"En." Meng Xiu looked at the people around him, and watched Yong Xiang go in.

Parting is really a strange thing. When we say goodbye, we can never see each other again, and when we don't say goodbye, we can see each other again.It doesn't matter when I can see it, but I worry about it when I can't see it.

After sitting outside the waiting hall for a while, Meng Xiu called Yongxiang's phone 10 minutes after the train Yongxiang was on had left, but no one answered.

Must be asleep.

It took Meng Xiu 10 minutes to type and send a text message. The words were not many, but it seemed that he had exhausted all his strength.

After Yongxiang got off the bus, she stepped out of the platform, turned on her phone, and opened the unread text messages.Then his face turned pale, and he stood bewildered like an abandoned child.

let's break up.

I can feel more shame than happiness because of our relationship.

Some words were written and deleted by Meng Xiu.

such as:

I know why you tell your roommate it's a date and not a boyfriend, why you take such a long shower afterward, you feel ashamed, I know.It's a difficult relationship to talk about, I know.

This week, you have more melancholy than smile, I know.

You resist my kisses, I feel it.

I don't want to upset you and make you sad because of some of my public opinion.

Maybe, I am just an obsession in your growth, and now the obsession is gone, there are, but you want to be responsible.

You don't have to be responsible, there is nothing irresponsible or irresponsible about this matter.You can't say it, so let me say it.

When the flow of people cleared up and there was no one around, Yong Xiang suddenly realized that he was still standing, and the staff scanned him with searching eyes.

Yong Xiang opened the address book, thinking that he can call anyone, just pull him out of this strange atmosphere as soon as possible.

He stubbornly pressed the phone to his ear, and walked forward pretending to be in a hurry.

"Hello? Yongxiang, what's wrong?"

"Hi, I'm back."

"Well, then what?"

"Can you come and pick me up, right here at the high-speed rail station."

"...Well, okay, are you here?"

"Ah."

"Wait for me for a while."

"it is good."

Then Yongxiang stood at the door waiting anxiously, his mind was in chaos.

More shame than happiness?Did Meng Xiu think so too?

"Yongxiang? Here, let's go."

Yong Xiang looked up and saw Mei Lan.

Mei Lan grinned: "Do you not know the way? You even asked someone to pick you up."

"Yeah." Yongxiang answered indiscriminately, and then asked, "Did you disturb your work?"

"No, I'm fine."

"Oh."

Yongxiang was silent, and Mei Lan shrugged and fell silent too.

There are some things that you want to lose when you get them.

There are some things that I want to cover up when they happen.

In the following days, weeks, and even months, Yongxiang kept thinking, what changed, why did they become like this?

Is it only time that changes?

Time also changes people, right?People change over time, right?

Yong Xiang sat in the movie theater, closed his eyes, and the scenes between him and Meng Xiu flashed in his mind.

How persistent and fearless he was before, he would let Meng Xiu wait for him for three years, he would try his best to catch up with Meng Xiu's pace, and move towards the direction Meng Xiu expected.

He is the person who will get along with Meng Xiu on blind dates, and the person who will be unhappy when he meets Meng Xiu's ex-girlfriend. He is the person who will be happy for a long time because of Meng Xiu's little change, because of Meng Xiu's bad attitude. People who will be sad for a few days.

What now?Doing a part-time job during the day, flipping through the bad comments in the comment area at night and rebutting one by one, when did the emotion change from being excited about doing something for Mengxiu at the beginning to being tired day and night.

He feels tired, because every day he has to go to class with a sigh of relief, then make milk tea with a yawn, and sometimes distribute leaflets.At night, I have to worry about flipping through my phone again.

Then, one day he couldn't help but fall asleep, and woke up the next day to find that even if he didn't refute these comments, there was nothing, no change, no waves.

Meng Xiu knew nothing about these.

Yong Xiang would not say it himself.

After feeling tired, Yong Xiang began to reflect on whether his feelings for Meng Xiu were not firm enough.

When Meng Xiu endured the infamy, Yong Xiang suddenly felt that it was all because of him.

If he didn't have many hands at the beginning, and he didn't have such affection at the beginning, Meng Xiu would not have endured these things.

At that time, Yongxiang began to seriously think about the relationship between them.

But when he saw Meng Xiu, he couldn't say anything, and he didn't care about those things anymore.

During the Spring Festival during the winter vacation of the freshman year, my mother said that Meng Xiu had gone on a trip and would not come to eat.

Yong Xiang still remembered that when his mother brought out the fish, she said, "I heard that it was with a woman named Han Ling, or his ex-girlfriend. Although they have a child, they are still a family of three."

Yong Xiang remembers, Meng Xiu said, he likes children.

"Hey, the movie is over." A gentle female voice sounded next to my ear, "Let's go."

Yong Xiang opened his eyes, hummed with a smile, and followed the girl who spoke just now out of the cinema.

"It feels like this is what you look like when you come back from vacation. When it's time to watch a movie, you have to sleep."

Yong Xiang stood still, the girl in front took two steps and then turned around: "What's wrong? Let's go."

"Meilan, I have something to tell you."

"You said."

"You...do you like me?"

Mei Lan blushed and didn't answer.

"We can try it if we like."

Yong Xiang hugged Mei Lan gently.

Everything is in the past, and a new life must begin, isn't it?