Chapter 3

Cheng Yan hesitated for a while, but still raised his face, made eye contact with him, and said covertly, "I just saw him."

Zhao Yibai didn't make such a big movement as he imagined, he just snorted and said indifferently, "Then what?"

Cheng Yan shook his head. He was thinking too much. Who is Zhao Yibai? What can I hide from him? Cheng Yan said frankly, "I saw it, and there was nothing."

He didn't mention what Song Yu was doing at the time.

Zhao Yibai laughed, laughing at him for not arguing: "I don't doubt that the two of you can have anything, it's long overdue."

Cheng Yan rolled his eyes at him and said twice, "What do you mean by that?"

Zhao Yibai: "You don't know what I mean?"

Cheng Yan pursed his lips and said nothing to refute.

There was a sound of footsteps and conversations behind him. After the get out of class was over, a large number of students entered here. Cheng Yan's position was facing the door. He could see the old faces coming in, hooking their shoulders and whispering to each other. Of course, didn't know more. Big, no matter how wide his circle is, he won't be able to network all the people.

Zhao Yibai consciously lowered his voice, listened to the noisy single voice behind him, and said to Cheng Yan, "You haven't given up yet?"

Cheng Yan was looking at the few people who had just come in. The class next door, they knew each other, and were raising their hands to say hello. Seeing that they were about to come and sit with him, Cheng Yan didn't hear the question: "What?"

Zhao Yibai wanted to repeat it, but someone came next to him, and his words were overwhelmed.

When he came up, he put his arms around his neck, and Kang Wei said, "You two are very happy, and you even call for wine."

Cheng Yan handed him the cup: "Come here?"

Kang Wei said, "Don't you fall seriously? Can you drink it?"

Cheng Yan said: "Small problem."

Kang Wei smiled, took it, pulled out the chair and sat down beside them, raised his hand and said to the boys who were talking to the boss, "Here."

Several boys waved their hands to indicate that they understood. They walked over in twos and threes and sat down in front of this table. The space was not that big. Some of them sat against the armrest of Cheng Yan's chair, and their hands naturally inserted into Cheng Yan's hair. In Si Li, Cheng Yan's thick hair was so smooth that it felt soft and slippery. The boy said, "Did you win?"

Cheng Yan irritably shook off the man's hand, and said bluntly, "What kind of hobby do you have, you have the same virtue as Zhao Yibai, and let it go." He hated others touching his head the most.

"Sit in there." Someone fiddled with him.

Cheng Yan stood up, jumped a few steps to the chair inside, and sat side by side with Zhao Yibai.

Today, I might have to ask about the game, and I can't escape. Kang Wei babbled and learned his tongue when he came up: "I heard that it was blown up, right?"

Cheng Yan and Zhao Yibai looked at each other.

Kang Wei sympathized with the two of them: "I told you to stop working with the second class. Isn't it fun to find it yourself?"

"Your class doesn't do anything, and we don't fight. Let them talk about it all day long. How many faces can you lose?"

"Fight, and then what? Isn't it still a loss, the doomed ending, what's the point."

"The nature is different. Losing and not daring to fight are not the same thing." Cheng Yan refused to give in.

Kang Wei shook his head helplessly.

"Hey, that's not right, it's not interesting to win at a level." Cheng Yan stubbornly said.

"There is such a huge disparity in strength. Gao Ming is playing the school team. What do you have in your class? The height levels are not on the same line. What do you expect to play?"

Cheng Yan stopped: "It's not too speculative."

Another boy laughed: "Okay, the game that won or lost is over, and it's not ashamed, and I didn't get shaved."

This is true.

After looking around, Kang Wei asked, "You can't get together just after the end? Why is it just the two of you, Qu Tao Zihao?"

Zhao Yibai said, "Qu Tao is home, Zhang Zihao, you have to ask Li Xiaoxiao."

"I'll go," Kang Wei couldn't help it. "Are you still chasing him? You're really patient. What are you waiting for if you don't want to change him? Licking your face and chasing him?"

Almost no one knows about Li Xiaoxiao and Zhang Zihao. They hang out all day long, and they know who they are. Zhang Zihao's pursuit of Li Xiaoxiao is almost a legend. Eighty pages of stories about a ruffian and a goddess that can't be written. At their age, it's normal to fail to make a confession at one time. It's a brain bubble to spend a month or two chasing the same person repeatedly and failing to let go.

"Fortunately he's not here, otherwise we'll see if he can spray you to death." Cheng Yan said the truth.

A few people gathered around and told the story of Zhang Zihao and Li Xiaoxiao.

After the game was over, everyone went back to their respective houses. Cheng Yan and Zhao Yibai were on the same road. When there were too many people, it was easy to forget the time. The chatting time was too long, and they were the last group of people to leave.

It was getting dark at this time, and only Zhao Yibai and Cheng Yan were left on the sidewalk. Although they didn't drink too much wine, it was easier to arouse the deeply buried hypocrisy in this situation.

"It's an idiot who spends a month or two chasing the same person," Zhao Yibai lit a cigarette, covering his hands to cover the wind, until the end of the cigarette ignited a spark, he took a sharp puff, took the cigarette, turned it in his hand, and squinted Looking at Cheng Yan beside him: "You are an idiot."

Cheng Yan put his hands in his jacket pockets, and the dimples on his cheeks were very cute.

Zhao Yibai played with his cigarette and said, "Tell me about it, I didn't have time to say it."

The wind on the street was too cold, the sidewalk was too clean, and there were occasional sounds of wind rushing by from the driveway next to it. No one stopped, no matter how fast or slow, smooth or rough, they were always on their own path. move forward firmly on the road.

Cheng Yan touched the bushes beside him. The leaves of the green plants were icy cold. Occasionally, a drop of water was wiped on his fingertips. His voice was soft, "What did you say?"

Zhao Yibai said frankly, "What are you talking about?"

Cheng Yan pulled out a green leaf and cut it open with his fingernails. The torn leaf in his hand was rubbed in disbelief. He clearly said, "There's nothing to say."

Zhao Yibai said rudely: "I don't look at the surname Song on the runway. I don't dare to pretend to be a man if I fall and I don't dare to pretend to be a man. I bumped into him with Guan Di and nothing happened? ?"

Cheng Yan turned around and looked at Zhao Yibai with squinting eyes. He didn't think Guan Di would tell the story. The two stopped together. Without fear, Cheng Yan paused and said, "I know everything, what else should I say?"

"I know it's not the same thing to explain to yourself."

Cheng Yan was speechless.

On the track... As for why he was distracted during the race, stepped on the obvious can, and fell so badly that he didn't dare to scream out, pretending to be a man, every piece of it. Because of Song Yu.

Cheng Yan knew that he was back, but he didn't know when he came back.

In his impression, he only remembered when Song Yu left, how long he had been away, how he clearly rejected him before leaving, and his unsightly face... The rest are no longer Cheng Yan's. information that can be controlled.

After he left, Cheng Yan didn't inquire about him again, so he didn't know anything. He thought that he might not meet in the future. After meeting, he would occasionally nod his head and say something, not a grade, not a circle, no At a level, there will never be so many intersections, but after thinking about it, never thought that it would be so embarrassing to meet again.

He and his friends stood outside the track, chatting, joking, and smiling charmingly. The occasional glance that was cast on the track was not on him. Cheng Yan thought that Song Yu might not have seen him, or Even if he saw it and pretended not to see it, Song Yu could be calm in the face of him, but it was different when he faced Song Yu, because he was the first to be embarrassed, and he was destined to be embarrassed forever in front of him.

The one who confessed and the one who was confessed were the ants and the ancestors.

I thought of the scene of seeing each other countless times, but I didn't expect it to be so abrupt, but it was excusable. Why did he ask Song Yu to tell him the return date? He who has already given the answer clearly has done nothing wrong, and the person who is wishful thinking and shameless is only Cheng Yan himself.

Cheng Yan was holding his trousers pocket, and the sprain suddenly stopped hurting. He stood up straight and looked at the dimly lit street in front of him. The shade of the tree was eerie and unpopular. Listen to what?"

What is he hiding from Zhao Yibai?

People who know everything.

A man with a large pair of pants.

The man who holds all his dark history.

Zhao Yibai glanced at him and looked forward with him, as if the answer was standing in front of him, he said, "What are you going to do?"

Cheng Yan opened up the conversation himself: "With Song Yu?"

Zhao Yibai gave a low "um".

Cheng Yan asked: "Is there any result in continuing to chase?"

Zhao Yibai looked at him.

Cheng Yan looked at him: "Is there?"

Zhao Yibai said, "Twenty percent chance."

"That's not."

Zhao Yibai listened quietly without interrupting him.

"Since I already know the answer, what am I going to do? Disgusting him, or disgusting myself?" Cheng Yan's face was surprisingly calm, he was just speaking frankly about this matter, and there was no negative emotion, "He is not Li Smile, I'm not Zhang Zihao either, and being obsessed with something is not something that should happen to us."

The branches and leaves above the head rustled, the rustling wind lifted the crumbling branches, the dead vines could not withstand the huge pressure, fell down, got caught in the dust, drifted with the current or turned into ashes, it will be its irresistible fate.

"Then..." Zhao Yibai slowed down and asked, "Do you regret having a showdown with him?"

This question is really good, it pierces his heart, he thinks of that night, the reaction given by Song Yu, Cheng Yan is embarrassed to recall.

Because everything is so ridiculous.

He always thought that Song Yu should like him a lot. Before everything was revealed, their relationship was obviously so good.

"I can't answer," Cheng Yan lowered his head, his eyelashes blocked the lost look in his eyes, "He didn't give me a chance to say it at all."

Word by word, the clear wind couldn't hide it, Ye couldn't stop it, and it was aggressive and rolled into Zhao Yibai's ears, causing him to smile helplessly.

"Shut up," the breeze gently brushed his delicate eyebrows, Cheng Yan's voice was low but not low, with no regrets, no unwillingness, perhaps just hiding a little regret, "If this is a letdown Neither side is happy."

He was born with the wrong gender, he can't like him, and he can't show his liking generously. His liking should be hidden for a lifetime, but how can he endure it? How to hide?

If only could hold back that night.

It's fine if you don't drink.

If only didn't kiss him.

He won't receive rejection, receive indifference, and won't watch him turn around and leave, not knowing when he will return.

Now he is back, with the expectations of so many people, with the hearts of many girls, and with the appearance that he will never be able to climb high.

Song Yu is good, but it won't be his.