Broken mirror reunited｜Straight and bent｜Chasing wife crematorium
On the day Guo Zhouci came out as gay, chalk dust stagnated in the air for three seconds.
From then on, there was an additional entertainment activity in the class - pairing him with a man. Until someone pushed Xu Yanche in front of him, Guo Zhouci's knuckles turning white suddenly.
It was Xu Yanche who was an inseparable friend in junior high school.
"Try?" The other party leaned against the door frame and smiled, with the zipper of his school uniform open to his chest, and his collarbones dazzling in the sun. "I haven't tried falling in love with a boy before."
Guo Zhouci looked at that dazzlingly handsome face, his Adam's apple rolled up, and he swallowed the word "go" into a vague "hmm".
The days that followed were like being sprinkled with sugar.
Xu Yanche would climb over the wall to buy strawberry cakes and hide them in his arms while running towards him with sweat on his forehead; he would knock over his opponents on the basketball court and raise his eyebrows in the audience to look cool; he would stuff ice fingers into the pockets of his school uniform and laugh and coax him when he was having fun.
Guo Zhouci sighed at his red ears in the mirror - he seemed to take "playing" seriously.
But that cup of iced Americano at the high-speed rail station finally became the end point.
"Let's break up. Long-distance relationships are boring." Xu Yanche's voice was careless.
Guo Zhouci clenched the cup tightly, his fingertips turning white: "Have you ever liked me?"
The other party took out the lighter and lit the cigarette with a click: "No, just to keep it fresh."
Smoke rings blurred the boy's face, Guo Zhouci turned around and walked into the crowd, never looking back.
We met again on a strange street corner.
Xu Yanche stopped him, his eyes glaring with bloodshot eyes: "Zhou Ci, I miss you."
Guo Zhouci felt sick and took half a step back: "We have nothing to do with each other a long time ago."
He thought this was the end until he bumped into Xu Yanche at the registration office on the day of registration at the university.
The other party was holding a registration form that was exactly the same as his. His eyes were astonishingly bright. He rushed over and grabbed his wrist with such force that it felt like it was embedded in his bones and blood.
"I won't play anymore this time." Xu Yanche's voice was hoarse and he said with the madness of burning the cauldron, "Guo Zhouci, give me another chance."
The sun shines through the camphor leaves and casts gold on the interlocked wrists.
Guo Zhouci looked at the red eyes, and suddenly thought of the boy who was sweating profusely while running with strawberry cake in his pocket.
Small Theater
Xu Yanche (with deep regret): If I had known that I would fall into such a deep trap, I would never have said "the idea was fresh".
Guo Zhouci (sneering): It's too late.
(One night in the dormitory corridor——
Xu Yanche pressed the person against the door panel and kissed him until his legs went weak: now, is it still too late? )
//In the early stage, you are tough and need to be beaten × cold on the outside and hot on the inside, tsundere
//From school uniforms to university, there is sweetness and abuse, HE guarantees the bottom line
//Broken Mirror Reunion｜Straight Break｜Campus｜Wife Chasing Crematorium Warning
Purpose: Write a book that you like
