Two boys are destined not to be together

My name is Zhang Nan. My parents gave me this name without my consent. I'm a boy, and I fell in love with boys without my parents' consent. This was arranged by God, and God also gave him, an elegant young man with long hair, to me. The love between the two of us is considered a true love to me, because I love him and he loves me. Before that, I just had unrequited love for other handsome guys.

Some stories may end cruelly before they begin well. God not only took Gang Leader Qiao away because he liked apples, but also arranged for us to meet at an inappropriate time because he liked watching tragic love stories.

In June of this year, I graduated and left school, but his freshman year was not over yet. On the day I left, we went to a restaurant to have dinner together. He helped me prepare food and I helped him prepare porridge. At first, no one spoke, just chewing the food in their mouths silently. After a while, I deliberately kept my speech slow and said calmly: "When I'm not here, you have to eat on time, especially breakfast. Also, on the way to the study room, be sure not to watch while walking." Mobile phone, be careful of bumping into a handsome guy." He lowered his head after hearing this, his chopsticks lingering at the corner of his mouth and not moving. For a long time, his buried head nodded slightly, but he didn't lift up. All he saw was tears rolling down from his brows like broken pearls, pattering onto the iron plate holding the food. I didn't sit down to comfort him, but continued to chew the steamed buns, but I couldn't swallow them.

After finishing the meal, two hours had passed. Two of the four steamed buns we asked for were still on the plate, watching us quietly. And I really don’t want this meal to end. If nothing else happens, this will be the last meal we two eat together in our lives. However, he said it first, let's go, otherwise we will miss the train. He said with red eyes.

He helped me pull the suitcase with one hand and carried the backpack he gave me on his back. Although I was three years older than him, he often took care of me and usually helped me fetch water. OK, put it downstairs in my dormitory. After leaving the restaurant, the sun was at its hottest outside, and the thick bushes on the roadside were steamed into a large green smoke by the dazzling sunlight. The road from the restaurant to the school gate usually feels very long, but this time it took only a moment.

The bus stop was right in front of our school. I missed one on purpose, hoping to gain more time with him. I stared at his face, and he stared in the direction of the bus, deliberately avoiding my eyes. If it weren't for the crowd, I would have wanted to kiss him. But the bus bound for the train station finally came, and this time I couldn't escape, so I had to get on the bus. The moment I turned around, I couldn't hold back my tears. Through the dirty car window, I saw that he didn't wave, but just stood there blankly, getting smaller and smaller, getting blurry, and finally became It became a black spot, and then the car turned and disappeared. He once said that he would send me away happily and leave me with no regrets. However, the reality is exactly the opposite.

He and I met on a gay social software in April this year. I still clearly remember that he was on the third floor and I was on the second floor. If he sat through the bottom of the building, he could just hit me on the head. The straight-line distance between us was less than 5 meters. When he said he wanted to come down to see me, I was a little excited. When he actually sat down on the seat next to me, my heart was beating hard and I felt that the writing on the book in front of me became blurry and began to float. stand up.

I tilted my head thirty degrees toward his position and peeked sideways. I saw that he was wearing a black stand-up collar sweater on his upper body and black Korean-style casual pants on his lower body. The legs of his trousers were rolled up more than three inches. His slender ankles were exposed, and he was wearing a pair of blue New Byron casual shoes. The shoelaces were not tied and were stuffed directly into the shoes. When I took a closer look at his appearance, I was really surprised. His hair was pitch black, shining brightly under the fluorescent lamp, and his eyelashes were as long as two brushes. He turned his head and smiled at me. His bright black eyes were like a bottomless ocean, and his nose was as white as a peeled Shandong green onion. The plump mouth is like a newly ripe cherry hanging under the nose, so endearing. To be honest, I fell in love with him the first time I saw him. That's what they call love at first sight.

We talked a lot that night. I first apologized to him because I lied to him on the chat software and said that I was a sophomore. When he learned that I was actually a senior, he didn't show any anger on his face. Instead, he called me brother. We all like reading and Dream of Red Mansions, especially the ninth chapter.

They both like to write poems. When we had dinner together the next day, he actually gave me a poem - "Meeting You in Spring". In the poem, he wrote: We should all be grateful to meet each other in this spring; We should all be happy and take away our own hearts. Indeed, my heart was taken away by him and he has not given it back to me yet.

From then on, I would wake him up every morning, and then we would go to have breakfast together, and also eat together at noon and evening. We would go for a walk together after evening study, and we would often sit on the playground. The audience arrived very late. I remember one time it was raining lightly, and the weather in April was suddenly warm and cold. We cuddled together, and the rain wet his hair, which made him look even sexier. I said, look what's behind him. As soon as he turned his head, I immediately put my lips to his cheek, gave him a kiss, and caught him off guard. But he took advantage of the situation and hugged my waist and said, I know this is your little trick, and then immediately kissed my lips. His mouth was so warm and sweet. Then he stuck his tongue into my mouth, and I suddenly realized that you can use your tongue when kissing. Then he kissed my Adam's apple and my entire neck, kissing me so hard that I wanted to laugh.

The rain fell a bit hard, falling into the woods nearby, making a rustling sound. There were only two of us in the entire playground, and the dark night was like a huge curtain, wrapping us inside. Our clothes were a little wet, and the stone steps under our buttocks were even colder, but none of us wanted to stop. In the end, I was really afraid that he would catch a cold, so I took his hand and left the playground, and came back wet. dormitory. The next day I got up and brushed my teeth. My roommate was very sharp. He looked at my neck and laughed non-stop. "Oh, I'm going to choke you. I'm getting strawberries?!" Attractively, everyone in the dormitory stared at my neck. look. I also looked at myself in the mirror, haha, it’s such a big one. Although my face was burning, I was extremely happy in my heart. This was the first time in my life that I was planted with strawberries.

When he saw my strawberries that day, he smiled shyly and said that it was not intentional. I said, it doesn’t matter, I like it. After dinner, we went to climb Shuanglong Mountain behind the school. There was a huge stone halfway up the mountain. The stone was very smooth, as if it had been chipped by Xing Tian with an axe. We were the only two people climbing the mountain that day, and the sun was very gentle. I stood on the edge of the boulder, looking at the cliff below. He suddenly hugged my waist from behind, and I stretched out my arms, imitating Ross's posture in "Titanic". The wind on the mountain was quite strong. I fell against the wind and he held me tightly from behind. If I let go, I would definitely roll down the cliff and be shattered to pieces. But he kept hugging me so tightly and hugging me. How I wish time stopped. But I broke the silence myself, turned around and kissed him on the mouth. He took the opportunity to show off his powerful tongue kissing skills. His tongue stirred bravely in my mouth, which made my heart surge. But this time I wanted to grow strawberries for him, but I didn’t know if it was the wrong way or if I was too impatient, but it never succeeded.

I remember when I was young, I studied Zhu Ziqing's "Hurry", which said, "The sun has feet." I never found out where the sun's feet are, but during the days when I was with him, I finally I discovered that the sun does have feet. Its feet moved quietly and gently behind us, passing over the table where we were eating together, slipping from the fingertips of our holding hands, and flying from the tips of our kissing tongues. . When I wanted it to stop, it ignored me and slipped away from my waist calmly, leaving only the shadow of the long willow tree and the overflowing clouds that were about to disappear in the sky.

He was also aware of the hurried pace of time, but he never talked about it. We both seemed happy every day, but each of us was frightened. Time is something that really does not depend on human consciousness.

The closer I get to graduation, the more anxious I become. In order to relieve this emotion, I suggested to visit the root of Quancheng - Jinan Big Dick Tower, and he happily agreed.

On the way, I asked him, do you know how this building was built? He shook his head. I said, the president of Greenland Center (Quancheng Zhigen is the elegant name for Jinan Greenland Center) told the Secretary of the Jinan Municipal Party Committee that he would build the tallest building in Jinan. The secretary heard his tone and said angrily, "Build a dick." ah. As a result, the roots of Quancheng stood majestically in the center of Jinan. He laughed loudly after hearing this, and almost burst out laughing. Afterwards, he posted the joke and got over 100 likes, which made him very proud. When we arrived at the Root of Quancheng, we found that it was difficult for ordinary people to get up there, so we went to its underground garage.

There was no one in the garage. At this time, I had bad intentions again. When he was not prepared, I pushed him to a safety door. I wanted to kiss him when I came up. As soon as I touched his lips, I heard rustling footsteps. The sound frightened us so much that we ran out immediately, holding hands together.

When I returned to school, there was already a big moon in the sky. I pointed to the moon and said, Do you want it? I'll take it off for you if you want. He said seriously, forget it, there is only one moon, I can't be too selfish. I burst into laughter and he stuck out his tongue. I really wanted him to put his tongue in my mouth.

But since then, we have never kissed seriously again. Because, in the days when I was about to graduate, he didn’t get up early, have meals with me, or go for walks, let alone kiss. Later I found out that he was afraid of seeing me, because every time he saw me, I would persuade him to find another one, but he would be very angry every time, so he just wouldn't see me.

In fact, it may be a mistake for me to fall in love with him, but how can youthful love be perfect? We have been separated for almost half a year now, and we occasionally chat for a while. I didn't ask him if he was still single, because if he answered yes or no, I wouldn't be very happy. When I see him posting a status in the space, although I will receive it as soon as possible, I no longer like and comment immediately, I just watch silently. Sometimes I think, that’s it, that’s fine.

In fact, when he was not paying attention, I was in the stands of the school playground, in the newly built school cafeteria, in the basement of the dark library, in the high-rise roots of the spring city, and in the lotus-filled stands. Daming Lake, every place where we have lived happily has buried something precious. When I am old, wrinkled, poor and sick, I can go back and dig them out, brew a pot of Nanshan sake, and recall the youthful paradise full of comfort and enthusiasm.

In fact, we are destined not to be together, but I don’t regret, call, or cry. Because everything has passed and I am no longer a young boy.