The other party tried to persuade him to go: "Come on, my friend from the piano department asked Lin Zhiyi, the one who's so lonely and popular with so many girls! He's here, why don't you come?"
The refusal that Han Xu was about to say was suppressed in his throat.
"Okay, send me the address." He said coolly.
After hanging up the phone, Han Xu jumped up from the sofa, rushed into the cloakroom, rummaged through a pile of clothes, tried them on, took photos and sent them to three friends for them to choose.
Xue Du: [Either is fine.]
Guan Gaojun: [The second or seventh set is more suitable for your temperament.]
Wei Jun: [You can’t look at what you like, you have to look at what the girl likes, understand?]
Han Xu thought it made sense.
He thought carefully about Lin Zhiyi's preferences.
In my impression, Lin Zhiyi always wears a clean white T-shirt or shirt, and in winter he only wears a sweatshirt and a light-colored down jacket.
On the day of the party, in the afternoon.
Han Xu drove to pick up a friend. As soon as the friend got in the car, he couldn't help laughing: "What's wrong with you? Going for a campus style today? Are you looking for a good girl to date?"
Han Xu looked down at his white shirt and preppy vest, then touched his neck uncomfortably: "You think too much."
"OKOK, I think too much~" my friend laughed and looked out.
The party was held in a villa rented by a friend. When they arrived, almost everyone was there. Han Xu greeted the host and anxiously looked around for someone he hadn't seen for a long time.
Lin Zhiyi sat in the corner, but he was not alone because there were two girls around him.
He walked closer while drinking the wine his friend offered him.
After getting closer, Han Xu heard clearly what they were talking about.
In fact, it was similar to what he thought. The two girls had a good impression of Lin Zhiyi and were asking him about his ideal type.
Lin Zhiyi only drank a little fruit wine, and a clear voice came over: "I like the type... someone who is more passionate."
The girl was instantly excited: "Really? Do you think I'm enthusiastic?"
Another girl suddenly approached and interrupted, "She's a newbie. I'm much more experienced. Would you consider me?"
Lin Zhiyi obviously didn't expect that they would suddenly recommend themselves. Leng Bai's ears lit up and he was about to refuse when a voice he hadn't heard for a long time rang out above his head.
"Since you're both so enthusiastic, why don't you just get together as a couple?"
Han Xu took two bottles of ice beer and threw them into the arms of the two girls, making them scream with joy.
The girl was angry: "Someone come! Catch him! You can't let him out until he's drunk today!"
“Here it comes!”
The people watching the fun pushed Han Xu into the group of people who were playing finger-guessing games and drinking without saying a word. As soon as Han Xu entered, he was caught.
He hadn't attended a party for a long time, so he was naturally caught and forced to drink. After drinking the different colored drinks, his whole face turned red.
I made an excuse to hide in the study on the second floor and only then had time to catch my breath.
He squatted down against the wall and just as he breathed a sigh of relief, a pair of clean and familiar canvas shoes came into his sight.
Lin Zhiyi asked: "Are you feeling uncomfortable? Do you want me to help you?"
Their eyes met, Han Xu pursed his lips tightly, and after several seconds, he sighed dejectedly.
"Don't say that to me." Han Xu lowered his eyes and whispered, "I might misunderstand."
"What misunderstanding?" Lin Zhiyi half-knelt in front of him, their eyes level.
"You ask even though you already know the answer." Han Xu's voice was muffled.
Unable to bear the stare, Han Xu turned his face away, thinking of those girls, his tone full of self-abandonment: "You don't like me, so it's none of your business if I drink too much. You don't like me, so it's none of your business if I die from drinking. Anyway, you don't like me, you don't like me, so leave me alone... You don't like me!"
It was a long paragraph, and I don’t know how many times I said “you don’t like me”.
Lin Zhiyi saw the other party's injuries clearly.
In the spring evening, the leaves were rustling in the wind.
The warm orange sunlight fell at my feet, casting long shadows.
The eyes he tried hard to hide were red, contrary to his dream.
But it still makes people unable to stop their heartbeat.
Lin Zhiyi leaned forward, supporting himself with one hand at his side and lifting his chin with the other.
Their eyes met.
Lin Zhiyi's voice was soft but firm:
"I don't dislike you."
"Han Xu, I like you very much."
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