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"Guozi."
"What?" Guo Zixiu sat up and looked at the person who had been sitting cross-legged on the bed opposite him for at least half an hour. He rubbed his sleepy eyes and responded to him.
Song Shuyang hooked his finger at him, motioning him to come closer to talk, and then confirmed that the other two roommates were not looking at them, then said sadly: "I have a friend."
Guo Zixiu said sincerely: "Yes, friend."
Song Shuyang emphasized: "This friend is a girl."
"Okay, go ahead."
"It's about this female friend of mine. She has an older sister who she grew up with. Their relationship... was just so-so. But one day, her sister suddenly confessed her love to her and even kissed her."
"Oh, does your friend feel bad?"
Song Shuyang clapped his hands. "That's the weird thing. My friend couldn't accept being kissed, but after being kissed by her sister, she didn't feel that disgusted. Why do you think that is?"
Guo Zixiu rubbed his chin and thought for a moment, then asked him seriously, "Could it be that your friend has always had a crush on her sister?"
"You put... Impossible, my friend not only dislikes her but also kind of hates her."
"Did she say why she hated it?"
"It's probably because her sister is so outstanding. She looks like nothing since she was a child. And her sister is very involved and likes to discipline her."
Guo Zixiu nodded, "I've almost figured it out."
Song Shuyang looked at him with admiration, "Really, Master? Tell me quickly."
"Your brother confessed to you and kissed you, right?"
"Get out!" Song Shuyang fell onto the bed in boredom.
Guo Zixiu said quietly, "Yangyang, you'd better stop struggling. Your brother is so outstanding. He's tall and has long legs. He's also very good-looking. And he's obviously good in that area. I'm so jealous."
Song Shuyang successfully misunderstood the main point and sat up suddenly. "How do you know he's 'good at that'?"
Guo Zixiu nodded at his nose. "His nose is so straight, it must be big! And his waist looks strong. You are so lucky! I am so jealous. If you two sleep together, can you write me a short essay afterward so that I can satisfy my craving?"
The innocent little virgin Song Shuyang couldn't bear to hear such words at all. He covered his ears and said in pain, "Don't say this to me, okay? My ears are going blind. We are pure buddies! Pure!"
Guo Zixiu punched him in anger, "You really don't know how to appreciate the good things you have. If there was a handsome guy like this chasing me, I would have been so drunk with him that I would have forgotten everything in the world."
Song Shuyang scolded him in shame and anger: "Little greedy cat!"
Song Shuyang's mind was in a mess. This was too weird. If he could travel back to any stage of his life in the past 19 years and tell himself that he would have an emotional entanglement with Jin Zhou in the future, he believed that the old him would definitely punch himself and run away screaming.
Although he kept calling Jin Zhou, deep down in his heart he really regarded Jin Zhou as his brother. Suddenly one day Jin Zhou told him that the love he had for him was not just brotherhood, but love. Thinking back on the more than ten years that they had lived together, it was simply terrifying!
He really couldn't develop another kind of relationship with Jin Zhou. The thought of it made him feel awkward.
But he touched his lips and repeatedly tightened and relaxed his right hand. The soft and wet touch was still clearly imprinted on his palm.
He suddenly felt an extra resentment towards the damn Han Zhuqing. If this person had not had ill intentions towards him, Jin Zhou would not have been provoked to confess to him, and they could still openly engage in ambiguous relations under the name of brothers.
In the end, it's still my fault. I took Jin Zhou's matter too seriously and lost my vigilance.
Song Shuyang buried his face in the quilt and forced himself to fall asleep. These things were too complicated and he really couldn't figure it out. He could only take one step at a time.
Song Shuyang almost didn't sleep the whole night. He lay on the bed with the quilt between his legs, feeling like a pancake. Sometimes he felt that the air conditioner was set too low, and sometimes too high. In the second half of the night, he began to feel itchy all over. He sat up and scratched his arms and legs until the bed was shaking. Early in the morning, he carried the quilt downstairs like a madman to dry it in the sun. He thought it must be the mites that disturbed his good sleep.
He bumped into Guo Zixiu, who was on his way to the office early. He yawned and said resentfully, "No matter how much you like your brother, you can't masturbate all night long."
Song Shuyang: "Huh?"
"The bed was shaking all night, and you still got up so early to destroy the evidence. I was so sleepy."
Song Shuyang blushed and didn't know how to explain.
It was a rare opportunity to get up early and not have to go to the morning office. With dark circles under his eyes, he went to the longest-waited-for shengjianbao (Shengjianbao) stand. Finally getting in, he sat down and took a half-hearted bite. The scalding broth burned his tongue, leaving him with a large blister. He had to run to the school hospital for medication. After a long morning of such torment, Song Shuyang finally slept like a baby during his third period class.
This semester's GPA is definitely doomed, he thought breathlessly.
After sleeping for two classes, he regained some energy. At noon, he had lunch with his roommate. He took a few bites and then checked his phone. Two days passed and there was no movement on his phone. He began to suspect that this was a prank played by Jin Zhouxin on him, just to make him upset and unable to eat or sleep.
Just when I was feeling depressed, someone came to me and said, "Yangyang, you should just give in to him~"
The other two roommates: “Who?”
Song Shuyang stood up suddenly and shouted "Impossible!", attracting the attention of the entire cafeteria.
“…” He sat down again timidly.
He was blocked by people on his way home from school in the afternoon.
Who else could it be? Jin Zhou.
Seeing this familiar face, Song Shuyang felt a surge of anger. He tried to push away the wall in front of him, "Who are you? I don't know you, get out!"
Jin Zhou stood as steady as an iron tower, and no matter how hard he pushed, he remained unmoved. "I want to have dinner with you," he said.
"I don't eat dinner with people I don't know."
He dodged Jin Zhou's hard control with a serpentine movement and ran away with the book in his arms.
In the end, her legs were still too short, so she was caught by Jin Zhou, who then did a very old-fashioned hand-bang against the wall.
At this moment, Song Shuyang felt extremely sympathetic towards those female classmates who were blocked in the playground by people confessing their love after evening self-study get out of class.
He said angrily: "What the hell are you doing?"
"You went to see Han Zhuqing that day because Jiang Ying told you he had a connection, right?" Jin Zhou looked into his eyes. "Are you worried that I wouldn't be able to get a business license?"
Song Shuyang learned his lesson this time. He clenched his right fist and put it against his mouth to prevent the harassing kiss that might come at any time. He said in a muffled voice: "You think too much. I just think he is a good person and want to try to get along with him."
Jin Zhou was so angry at his broken mouth that he wanted to laugh, "He was almost old enough to give birth to you, do you have such a strong taste, baby?"
Song Shuyang was so irritated by the deliberately prolonged ending of the word that his body went limp. He leaned against the wall weakly, with only his mouth remaining hard. "Is it not okay for me to like older men? Old men are caring, old men are considerate, and old men are experienced!"
He originally meant to say he was experienced in love, but after saying it, he realized that his words had a certain color, as if he was really hungry and thirsty...
I thought Jin Zhou was going to make a dirty joke, but he actually started preaching seriously: "You should be careful with everyone in the future. There are all kinds of perverts in this world. Forcing someone to do something is the least of your worries. I was afraid that I saw your body parts that night."
It was so strange to say this at this time, Song Shuyang responded uncomfortably: "I know."
Jin Zhou didn't say anything for a long time. Song Shuyang raised his eyes and found that he was looking at him with a gaze full of tenderness.
"Silly boy," he stroked Song Shuyang's earlobe with his fingertips, "Why do you always neglect yourself for the sake of others? Are you satisfied if everyone likes you?"
He thought back to when he was seriously ill. The pain took away his already weak will to live, and he had been struggling with how to beg Song Nian to give up on him.
Song Shuyang may be emotionally slow, but he possesses a keen understanding of the emotions of those around him. One day, he realized something, and so he proactively requested early assignments from his teacher, completing them in his spare time at school before rushing to the hospital. The inpatient department was filled with terminally ill patients, lying in bed awaiting death. Yet, he managed to keep everyone amused by his cute, playful antics, and for a long time, he was the only vibrant presence in the unit.
During his final surgery, Jin Zhou lay on the cold hospital bed, listening to the ticking sounds of various instruments. The pale ceiling gradually darkened, eventually transforming into a pitch-black expanse with no end in sight. He finally felt an unprecedented peace, wanting to close his eyes and never open them again.
But a noisy voice sounded in his ears, sometimes saying Jin Zhou, you are a big idiot, and sometimes saying Brother, please make a hammock for me. He was annoyed and couldn't stand it anymore. He wanted to open his eyes and look at this little bastard again, but he could only hear the suppressed crying.
"Jin Zhou, are you still there?"
"Zizi," he stroked Song Shuyang's soft, downy face inch by inch, "It's all your fault that my brother fell in love with you."
Song Shuyang said with a sad face: "I should have known that I wouldn't be so good-looking. Why does everyone miss me? The key is that it doesn't matter if I am disfigured. Good looks are just my most insignificant advantage."
Jin Zhou was amused by his shamelessness and agreed with him, "Indeed."
"Then if I promise to have dinner with you, can you let me go?"
Jin Zhou smiled and shook his head, "No, you have to eat with me, and I have to kiss you on the mouth."
Song Shuyang wailed, feeling like he couldn't get through the day without being kissed. He muffled his voice and negotiated with him, "How about just a kiss? Consider it my way of giving back to new and old customers by giving them a special discount sample. Of course, even if you try it and think it's good, you can't buy the full version, because there's only a sample."
Jin Zhou suppressed a smile and said, "Okay."
"Also, let's make it clear, you can only try one bite, and there won't be a next time. You can't stick out your tongue either."
"Come here, you have so much to say."
Jin Zhou hugged him close to his chest, moved away the hand that he was blocking tightly, and kissed the corner of his mouth very lightly. Song Shuyang closed his eyes and his eyelashes trembled non-stop, not realizing that it was over.
The familiar smell of the pine forest faded away. He tentatively opened one eye and found that Jin Zhou was already standing at a safe distance. Then he opened the other one with confidence.
It didn't seem as hard to accept as he had imagined, he thought.
"Let's go and eat."
"oh."
Song Shuyang followed stupidly.
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