Gu Mengping took out his phone and checked the time, then said hurriedly, "It's still not too late. I'll go upstairs and change into a short-sleeved shirt and put my umbrella away. Are you guys coming back?"

Ruan Mian was about to nod when he heard Bo Yan speak before him: "I won't change, I'm fine, not hot."

Ruan Mian paused, then moved his mouth and changed his mind, saying, "Then I...I won't change it either, I'm fine too!"

Gu Mengping glanced at the two of them, revealing a mysterious smile that was meaningful and seemed to see through everything, and finally said, "Okay, I'll help you take the umbrella up."

Ruan Mian subconsciously looked at Bo Yan first, and when he saw him handing the black umbrella to Gu Mengping, he also handed over the umbrella in his hand.

Gu Mengping quickly went upstairs with four umbrellas. Ruan Mian and the other two were waiting for him downstairs.

Ruan Mian wanted to make up for the bloodbath caused by a "weather forecast", not the embarrassment caused by... He stood there for two seconds in a state of anxiety, and suddenly turned his head, looked at the backpack slung over Bo Yan's shoulder, and said, "Bo Yan, is your bag heavy? Let me help you carry it!"

Bo Yan: “?”

Zhang Tao: “?”

"My bag is heavy, my bag is heavy," Zhang Tao reacted first, took off his backpack and was about to throw it into Ruan Mian's hands, "Xiao Ruan, roommates love each other, you can't be so blatant in favor of Xiao Bo!"

Ruan Mian: “!”

How can Zhang Tao, a straight man, say something so gay?!

Before Ruan Mian could figure out how to be a water-carrying master who didn't have to carry Zhang Tao's bag, he saw a hand with distinct bones and slender fingers suddenly appear in front of him.

The hand moved slightly and pushed Zhang Tao's backpack back, "Carry it yourself, don't order him around."

After saying this, Bo Yan no longer looked at Zhang Tao, but turned his head to look at Ruan Mian, curled his thin lips, and then reached out to hook the backpack strap on Ruan Mian's shoulders.

Bo Yan's action was so sudden that Ruan Mian was stunned for a moment. When he came to his senses, his backpack was already on Bo Yan's shoulders.

Ruan Mian was getting anxious now. He failed to show his “concern” and was instead shown concern by Bo Yan. How could this be possible? !

"I…"

Ruan Mian hurriedly reached out to take his backpack back, but just as he started, Bo Yan dodged him and said in a natural tone, "I'll carry it. I also want to show some favoritism to you."

Ruan Mian fell silent in an instant, his whole body was burned like a little fire dragon that could spit fire when it opened its mouth.

Bo Yan, he he he, does he know what he is saying? Does he know that I have bad intentions towards him now?

Zhang Tao's eyes narrowed into slits. He looked blankly at Ruan Mian and Bo Yan who were loving each other, then rolled himself into a ball.

Just... just very weak, pitiful and helpless!

So when Gu Mengping came down, Zhang Tao immediately rushed over and hooked his shoulders, "Pingping, hurry up, let's love each other too!"

Gu Mengping glanced at the two backpacks on Bo Yan's back and roughly knew what had happened. He laughed and pushed Zhang Tao's fat arm half-jokingly, "Even if we love each other, I won't give you a backpack."

Zhang Tao: “…”

The tough guy feels wronged!

The four of them quickened their pace and rushed to the teaching building. As soon as they entered the classroom, the bell rang.

They arrived late and only the first two rows of seats were empty.

Bo Yan was walking in front of Ruan Mian and was about to sit in the second row by the window. Ruan Mian glanced over there and suddenly reached out and quickly pulled Bo Yan's T-shirt, whispering, "I...I'll sit inside."

Bo Yan paused, didn't ask "why", just said "OK", and moved aside to make room for Ruan Mian.

Ruan Mian hurriedly sat inside.

After Bo Yan sat down, the teacher began to lecture.

Their teacher is a well-known professional nightmare. He is very strict and extremely fond of calling on people to answer questions in class.

But Bo Yan seemed fearless. He tilted his head slightly and stared at Ruan Mian.

Ruan Mian noticed Bo Yan's gaze, and his ears felt hot. He swallowed the "What are you looking at" that was about to come out of his mouth, and replaced it with a gentler: "What...what's wrong?"

"Why do you suddenly want to sit inside?" Bo Yan asked in a low voice, "Aren't you bothered by the sun?"

At this time, the morning sunlight shone through the window glass and hit Ruan Mian's face.

His grandmother's gray hair was illuminated by a beautiful halo, and the tiny hairs on her profile were clearly visible, making her whole person look very soft.

Ruan Mian wanted to say, "How can a cool guy be afraid of the sun?" But after a pause, he finally said what he really thought, "Of course... of course I hate the sun, otherwise why would I let you sit outside?"

The logic of this sentence may seem strange at first glance, but if you think about it for a second, it is not difficult to understand what Ruan Mian means.

"So," Bo Yan raised the corner of his lips, "you let me sit outside because you were afraid of getting exposed to the sun?"

Ruan Mian's ears turned even redder when his thoughts were exposed so bluntly. He didn't say anything, which was considered as his agreement.

"Ruan Mian," Bo Yan lowered his eyes, his Adam's apple rolled, and he said with a smile, "Actually, there is something called a curtain."

Ruan Mian: “…”

Damn!

Why is he being stupid again!

The curtains are drawn so no one will be exposed to the sun!

Ruan Mian suddenly felt like a deflated ball, with her head hanging down, not knowing whether she should get up and draw the curtains.

"Just kidding," Bo Yan chuckled again, and suddenly stretched out his hand, using his excellent arm span to reach the curtain, and pulled it over, saying naturally, "I know you can't bear to let me be exposed to the sun, and I can't bear to do that either."

Ruan Mian was stunned. He couldn't help but raise his head and stare at Bo Yan.

For a moment, Ruan Mian's heart beat very fast. He felt that he had discovered something. Bo Yan, could it be that Bo Yan was also...

"Bo Yan!" The teacher's full-throated voice suddenly rang out from the podium, "The one who just pulled the curtains, right? I noticed you since the beginning of class, and my eyes never left your deskmate! What's wrong? Does your deskmate have any knowledge on his face?"

The whole class's attention was immediately focused on the teacher because of his words, or more precisely, because of the name in this sentence.

Ruan Mian felt shy and embarrassed, but at the same time, he felt an indescribable sweetness in his heart. He immediately lowered his head even lower, but the corners of his mouth could not help but curl up slightly.

But looking at Bo Yan, who was called out, his expression did not change at all. He replied calmly, "Sorry, teacher."

Seeing his good attitude, the teacher calmed down a bit, but still couldn't help nagging him again: "Then tell me, why are you staring at your deskmate? Is there any knowledge on his face?"

As if he didn't expect to be asked again, Bo Yan sneered. He paused for a moment, raised the corners of his lips, and then whispered, "He has no knowledge, but he has a bright face."

When he said this, even the teacher was stunned for a moment, and the whole class was silent for a moment.

But after a brief silence, the deliberately suppressed screams of groundhogs began to sound one after another.

Of course, Ruan Mian was the most stunned and wanted to scream the most.

At first glance, Bo Yan's words sounded like a statement of fact. After all, the sun was shining on Ruan Mian's head just now, and there was indeed a glow on his face.

But Ruan Mian clearly felt that the tone of Bo Yan's words was a little different from his usual coldness, as if the "light" he mentioned did not only refer to sunlight.

However, if he had to say what it meant, Ruan Mian couldn't think of it for a moment.

It was the teacher who reacted first. He did not delve into the question of "what was on my deskmate's face?" but reached out and tapped the projection screen. "Bo Yan, how do you translate this?"

Ruan Mian also subconsciously raised his eyes to look at the big screen, and found that the English sentence on the screen was -

All things  e to those who wait.

Bo Yan only took a glance and answered without hesitation: "God will not let down those who work hard."

The moment these words came out of his mouth, Bo Yan's heart suddenly skipped a beat.

He subconsciously tilted his head again and met Ruan Mian's gaze. Bo Yan touched his back teeth with the tip of his tongue and suddenly smiled.

God will not let down those who work hard. Bo Yan was wondering, will he, a "hard-working person", finally be blessed by God?

After lunch, Bo Yan went to the smoking table to smoke as usual. Usually at this time, Ruan Mian would go to the classroom with Zhang Tao and Gu Mengping first.

But today, he didn't really want Bo Yan to smoke alone.

Ruan Mian wanted to confirm Bo Yan's sexual orientation.

After hesitating for a second, Ruan Mian threw the backpack to Zhang Tao, "Zhang Pang, save me a seat, thank you!"

After saying this, he turned around and followed Bo Yan's footsteps, walking with him all the way to the smoking terrace.

Seeing Ruan Mian following him, Bo Yan was slightly stunned, "Do you have something to say to me?"

Ruan Mian nodded, then shook his head, and finally just said: "I... I just came up here to get some fresh air!"

Bo Yan stared at him for two seconds and didn't ask any more questions. Instead, he took out a cigarette from the cigarette box and put it to his lips. But just as he was about to light it, Ruan Mian suddenly reached out and snatched the lighter from his hand.

"I..." Ruan Mian lowered his eyes and didn't look at Bo Yan. He held the lighter tightly in his hand. He whispered, "I'll light a cigarette for you."

After he finished speaking, Ruan Mian tilted his head slightly, pressed the lighter, and the flame approached the cigarette in Bo Yan's mouth.

But Bo Yan did not let the flame really touch the cigarette, because he suddenly raised his hand and held Ruan Mian's hand that was lighting the cigarette for him.

"Ruan Mian," Bo Yan took the cigarette from his lips with his other hand and casually held it between his fingertips. His eyebrows lowered, but his tone was unusually serious. "Do you know what it means to light a cigarette for someone else?"

Ruan Mian's fingers trembled and the lighter almost slipped out of his hand.

He pursed his lips and didn't answer.

"Lighting a cigarette for others," Bo Yan lowered his eyes, looked at Ruan Mian's lightly trembling eyelashes, and said word by word, "It means submission."

Ruan Mian's movements froze, and even his entire body began to stiffen.

He had never pursued anyone before and really didn't know how to pursue someone. He just knew that he wanted to care about Bo Yan and be nice to Bo Yan based on his instinct.

But it seems that every time I care about someone, I either end up making things worse or I’m trying too hard.

So, has Bo Yan discovered it now?

Did you find yourself liking him?

But I haven’t figured out Bo Yan’s sexual orientation yet, and I haven’t dressed in women’s clothes for him to see…

Ruan Mian's head was a mess, and in a daze, he felt his hand loosen suddenly, and the lighter was pulled out by Bo Yan. Bo Yan's low and cold voice sounded in his ears, "Ruan Mian, remember this, no one is worthy of you lighting a cigarette for him, not even me."

Ruan Mian suddenly came to his senses. His hands were faster than his brain and he snatched the lighter from Bo Yan's hand again. He flicked his thumb twice before lighting it. Then, without hesitation, he put the flame to the cigarette butt near Bo Yan's mouth.

For the first time in eighteen years, Ruan Mian lit a cigarette for Bo Yan.

He was originally shorter than Bo Yan, and the firelight reflected on his profile, revealing a look of sincerity and piety.

Ruan Mian knew that he could no longer hide.

The moment this action is made, it can no longer be hidden.

Bo Yan said that lighting a cigarette for others means surrender. Bo Yan also said that no one is worthy of him lighting a cigarette, including himself.

But the next second, Ruan Mian answered him with practical actions——

You can, you are worthy, I surrender to you.

The cigarette was lit, and Bo Yan held it to his lips, but for a moment he forgot to inhale.

He seemed to have suddenly turned into a sculpture. In the flickering fire and slight smoke, his narrow eyes stared straight at Ruan Mian, without blinking, and met Ruan Mian's gaze.

The air seemed to be still at this moment, and every second seemed to be a slow-motion shot, stretched to infinity.

I don't know how long we stared at each other, maybe a very long time, or maybe just two seconds.

Ruan Mian came back to his senses first. He hastily avoided her sight, gave up any temptation, mustered up his courage, and spoke softly: "Bo Yan, do you... do you like boys?"

The moment he spoke, Ruan Mian realized that his voice was trembling, probably because of nervousness.

Bo Yan did not answer. He just stared at Ruan Mian's red ears for two seconds. Then he suddenly took out the cigarette from his mouth and put it out. He then took out a napkin from his pocket and wrapped it carefully.

Ruan Mian was stunned for a moment, not understanding what Bo Yan meant. But before he could ask, Bo Yan's hands suddenly grabbed his waist.

Bo Yan didn't give him any room to react. He simply grabbed his waist, picked him up and put him on the steps in the corner.

The two people's perspectives suddenly switched, and now Ruan Mian needed to lower his head and talk to Bo Yan.

Bo Yan wrapped the cigarette and put it in his pocket, then took out another one and held it between his fingers. He looked up at Ruan Mian, his eyes were heavy, and his voice was filled with a hint of hoarseness, "Ruan Mian, can you light another cigarette for me?"

Ruan Mian vaguely sensed Bo Yan's intention.

He watched Bo Yan put a new cigarette to his lips, curled his fingers, and pressed the lighter again.

But this time, the flame no longer needs to deal with cigarette butts.

Because of the cigarette butt, he came up.

Bo Yan raised his head and, with great piety, moved the cigarette at his lips close to the lighter in Ruan Mian's hand.

Finally it was lit, Bo Yan took a deep breath, he tilted his head to blow out a smoke ring, then turned back and met Ruan Mian's eyes without dodging.

His voice was extremely low and slow, as if he was praying to his own god, and he whispered out his thoughts that he had hidden for a long time and finally saw the light of day at this moment -

"Ruan Mian, it's time for me to surrender to you. I like you and have liked you for a long time."

The author has something to say: Finally!!! [Old mother screams]

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