After I became A Piao, I found out that my best friend had a crush on me

Ying Ze was probably very tired.

He lit a cigarette.The smoke billowed up, and then scattered in the room little by little.Leaning back against the edge of the dining table, the dim light fell on Ying Ze.

His hair was thin and soft, and his handsome face was hidden in the smoke for a moment, and could be clearly displayed in front of Meng Yue for a moment.

Lips are like two petals, but without water for too long, they will wither.

Hold the cigarette like this, take a puff, and spit it out.The tip of her tender red tongue lightly licked her dry lips.

"Huh" breathed a sigh of relief, and it was like a sigh.Ying Ze still held the cigarette tail between his fingers, a little dazed.He stared blankly at the scene in front of him, saw the coffee table and sofa in the living room, and also saw a window further in.Floor-to-ceiling windows, with thick curtains rolled aside, you can see the misty night.The weather was very bad, it was foggy at first glance, and the neon lights outside were dizzy.

Unknowingly, the smoke burns to the end.Ying Ze is wearing a shirt, which looks plain at first glance, but it is actually custom-made and properly cut, which just outlines his wide shoulders and narrow waist.It's just that at this moment, wearing it on Ying Ze's body feels a little empty.

It was only after his fingers were burnt that they sting a little that Ying Ze came back to his senses and snuffed out the cigarette.

He made himself a cup of tea and took it to the study.

After watching the whole process, Meng Yue knew that Ying Ze probably brought the work home again.If it was a normal time, Meng Yue would probably go into the house with Ying Ze to see what was bothering him and whether he needed to make suggestions.Even if he doesn't need it, he is very familiar with Jiacheng's business and can always help.Two people doing things can make Yingze go to bed earlier.

But at this moment, Meng Yue's mind was in a mess.He turned his head and looked at the room just now, his heart was "pounding".

Meng Yue felt that he had glimpsed a corner of Pandora's Box.All the struggles and hesitations right now, in the final analysis, are all about one problem:

— Shall I go in and have a look?

Take a step back for now and pretend you don't see anything.He can stay here until tomorrow morning, or simply go to the night market that day, so that he can eat and drink enough, and have a good conversation.He will not mention what he has seen with Ying Ze, as long as Ying Ze is willing, the things in the room will be secrets forever.Or all of this shouldn't have happened, Meng Yue shouldn't have come here at night, he shouldn't have stayed in front of the door hesitating whether to take a step forward, he shouldn't have happened to see Ying Ze open the door, and thus see through his friend's secrets buried for years.

Undoubtedly, Ying Ze didn't want Meng Yue to know.

So all of this should be buried in the ground.

They are great friends.In the past, I spent four years together as classmates, and then worked side by side for the next two years.They had a very close time, but as Meng Yue thought before, at the end of the reunion, he already planned to leave Jiacheng.In the future, the two will still be friends and will help each other when they need each other.Even one day, when Meng Yue gets married, he will send invitations to Ying Ze, inviting Ying Ze to be his best man.

He will do it.

This is undoubtedly a very cruel move.But not sending it out is even more cruel.

Meng Yue thought so.

Then, he tore up all these "possibles", stepped forward, and stepped into the room that Ying Ze had kept secret for hundreds of days.

With a "click", the light in the room was turned on.

This may have been renovated from another original room.Meng Yue saw a bed inside, ninety centimeters wide, placed there alone, with bedding spread on it.

What reassured Meng Yue was that the bed was neat and not messy.He only saw a little depression on the side, as if someone had been sitting there for a long time.

So Meng Yue also sat up.

In front of him was the wall with huge photos on it, with some odds and ends on both sides.The room is bare, with a bass in the corner, a few trinkets on a shelf hanging on the wall, and nothing else.

Meng Yue looked around, and finally, his eyes stayed on the photo in front of him.

He thought about it carefully, and couldn't remember when this was shot, and why it was just a profile.The self on the wall smiled a little, with gentle eyes, as if he was staring at someone.

But that doesn't mean the person being watched is special.As long as he is not an enemy, Meng Yue has always had a good attitude.

He had to look at other things in the background, to jog his memory a bit.

I was sweating on my forehead, and there was a large area of ​​red and green in the background...the green field, the red plastic track.

He is running.

Talk to people while running.It was a summer photo. Meng Yue was only wearing a vest, his skin was a little tanned, and he could see the compact and smooth arm muscles.But the photo is only placed at the waist, and the wooden floor is below.

Meng Yue thought: Oh, it was then.

There are girls chasing themselves.

This is not surprising.Meng Yue has been popular since he was a child, and he is used to it.

Even so, Meng Yue never promised other people's confession.In high school, the boy at the back table asked him why, and Meng Yue said that if he didn't like it, don't delay him.When I went to university, when someone asked, Meng Yue also said, I'm sorry I really didn't feel it.

This is the truth.He grew up in a good family, and he learned the love between his parents by his ears and eyes. He was in love with each other and grew up with his son, and he was tolerant and accompanied by a little bit of bickering.

The only problem is, it's a little too good.

Meng Yue will take care of others and appreciate every thought, that's all.

The relationship between his parents traced a vague outline in his heart.Whenever someone said he liked him, he would look at the other person, try to fit himself into the other person's figure, and then fit into that silhouette.

It just never fit.

At this moment, Meng Yue remembered that he was practicing 12-point running at that time.It's not a temporary cramming, because I'm on the treadmill in the gym on weekdays, and I want to adapt to the environment in advance when I want to get sideways.

He ran very easily, and then someone came to bring him water and said thank you Meng Yue for helping recommend professional books.This reason is very appropriate, and it is only a bottle of water, so it seems strange to refuse.So Meng Yue took it, unscrewed it, drank it, and said thank you.

The girl who delivered the water followed him for two laps.During the period, my cheeks were flushed, I don't know if it was because of running or something else.When he returned to the dormitory, Meng Yue found out the girl's WeChat and gave her a red envelope of two yuan for mineral water.

Said: Thank you, I was thirsty at the time, so you brought water over.

It was a silent refusal.

Time pulls back to the present.Meng Yue thought: But when was this photo taken?

Looking at the angle, it should be the stands.

Could it be that Ying Ze was in the stands at that time?

Seeing myself running with a girl, misunderstood?

Or there is no misunderstanding, just simply think this expression is good?

Gee.

this kid.

Meng Yue returned to the previous posture.Prop your elbows on your legs, rest your chin, and look at the rest of the room.His eyes stayed on the bass in the corner for a moment, but this time he recalled it effortlessly.

Sophomore year, school song competition.The head of the literary department of the college was in their class, with a frowning face, saying that there were not enough people in the college.Meng Yue was curious, and asked: "This is still going to be headed."

The Minister of Literature and Art said: "I don't force it, just look good." He looked at Meng Yue, his eyes lit up, "Brother, can you sing?"

Meng Yue: "..."

Meng Yue was able to play freely, and he didn't refuse. He said he could play the bass and sing a few words, but he didn't have an instrument in his hand.

The head of the art department patted his chest and promised that he would borrow it for him.If it doesn't work, just rent it, and go to the ministry to pay the bill - it's a matter of honor for the courtyard, as it should be.

Meng Yue gratuitously agreed.Thinking about it now, when I got the bass, I was still surprised, and felt that it felt very good in the hand.Looking at the LOGO above, although I don’t recognize which series it is, the brand value is not cheap.

He didn't deliberately check it, but he cherished it more when he used it.Later, he sang on stage and was well received all the way.Although I haven't opened my voice seriously for several years, since I liked it before, I practiced hard and have a good foundation.And good-looking, just standing on the stage is very attractive.In the end, he became the third-ranked singer in the school that year.

When he returned the bass, he curiously asked the Minister of Arts and Culture where he borrowed it from.

Meng Yue wants to get to know the other party, right when he sees his dream in the other party.

But the Minister of Arts and Culture told him that the other party provided it anonymously and refused to drop the horse.

Meng Yue nodded regretfully.He never thought about whether this was another peach blossom debt.

I don't know if I have considered this aspect.I just feel that since the other party is unwilling to show their cards, I respect it.

Looking at it now, that anonymous person might be Ying Ze.

Ying Ze also learned musical instruments.Jiacheng is a leader in the industry. It was founded in the generation of Ying Ze's grandfather. By the time Ying Ze's father was born, the Ying family was already wealthy.Ying Ze can be said to be the young master of the family, who was raised strictly.He can play the piano, and used Steinway for practice when he was a child. He flew abroad during the holidays and took lessons from famous masters for a month.

Doesn't fit bass at all.

But all musical instruments have something in common, they will be the same, and others can be simpler.

Meng Yue thought: I don't know if he has played this one before.

When playing, will you think of me?

Turning his gaze, he saw something else on the shelf.A few pens, a cartoon fan, and an advertisement printed on the back.It was probably stuffed into his hand when he was walking somewhere, and Meng Yue took it to class.It was a hot summer day, and Ying Ze and I slapped each other twice.What should have been discarded directly, unexpectedly was brought back by Ying Ze and put here.

Finally, Meng Yue's eyes returned to the bed beside him.

He remembered.

The bedding on the bed was from the year I graduated, so I couldn't clean it up, so I simply threw it away and stayed in the dormitory.

He even brought Ying Ze back and stayed in a secret room at home.It was clean and tidy at the moment, with the fragrance of laundry detergent and the smell of sunshine.

Meng Yue suddenly felt that the air in the room was hot and dry.He walked out quickly, not forgetting to turn off the lights.

He entered Ying Ze's study.

Ying Ze was indeed at work.Standing behind him, Meng Yue looked at the table setting with strange eyes for the first time.A few photos, put in a photo frame, are photos of him and Ying Ze.There is also a plan.

Meng Yue's eyelids trembled, thinking that he once told Ying Ze that he had come up with a project to teach children in mountain villages to understand music, fulfilling his childhood dream.

At this moment, Ying Ze picked up the teacup and took a sip.The cup is very delicate, elegant and generous, the tea leaves are scattered on it, and the tea water is like amber.

Meng Yue didn't listen, for fear of leaking the news.

Then, Ying Ze picked up a photo frame and looked at it for a while.

Meng Yue's heart beats for this.

He held his breath, not wanting his friend to notice his presence.He just woke up from a dream and was forced to face the clear answer.

He thought: So Ying Ze likes me so much.

The author has something to say: point questions!

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