On the second night in the hotel, Le Zhishi and Song Yu took a long bath in the bathtub with beautiful floor-to-ceiling windows.

There was a storm outside the window, but it had a very shining neon light. Le Zhishi leaned against Song Yu's arms and stared out the window, feeling like he was staring at a delicate Christmas glass ball, and the scene inside was very unreal.

Later, Song Yu held his chin from behind, gently asked him to raise his head, and then lowered his head to kiss Le Zhishi's forehead. He felt that it was him who was not real.

They are the ones trapped in the glass ball.

Before going to bed at night, Song Yu sat on the bed and said that he wanted to listen to Le Zhishi's diary. He was just talking, but Le Zhishi actually took out his diary, and more than one.

"Why do you still have to bring these when you run so far?" Song Yu took one of the books he had spread out and opened it to see.

Le Zhishi looked as if he was taken for granted, "I thought you were still working outside. What if you can't sleep again, if you call me, I can read it to you."

Song Yu asked casually: "What if I don't call?"

"Then..." Le Zhishi pursed his lips and pretended to open a page easily, "Then carry it back, it's not heavy."

Within two seconds, Le Zhishi said to himself, "But you should call me, I think." He emphasized in a tone that he didn't know whether to convince himself or Song Yu, "Song Yu, your sleep quality is really poor."

He did not expect that such irrefutable facts would be refuted by Song Yu.

“I’m not having a bad sleep quality.”

"Then let me read my diary every day."

Song Yu lowered his head and pinched Le Zhishi's clean and slender fingertips, "That's because he misses you very much."

Le Zhishi didn't expect that he would suddenly be so straightforward, and somehow he stuttered a little, "Then, you took that melatonin before."

"The same reason." Song Yu said softly.

Perhaps there are still people who don’t know how to face the confusion and suffering of the future. After all, for someone like Song Yu who wishes he can set the plan on time and complete it step by step, confirmation is the most important thing.

An impossible unrequited love would not be so painful. At least [impossible] is already certain. But what he faces is a possible relationship that can pull each other into the abyss.

Le Zhishi kissed Song Yu's side face softly, "I miss you very much, too."

He whispered again, "I'm used to missing you."

I picked a diary that looked silly and read it to Song Yu.

"I met Brother Xiao Yu's classmate at the convenience store today. Actually, I don't have money. I am so poor. My classmates asked me to accompany him to buy spicy strips. Then Brother Xiao Yu's classmate said I was cute and gave me a small bag of Wangzai milk candy. My classmates also gave me half a bag of spicy strips."

While listening, Song Yu looked through another diary in his hand. It was different from what Le Zhishi read. This diary seemed to be written by him in the first year of the first lunar month. His calligraphy became much better and he no longer had a crooked and could see the traces of his growth.

[School starts today, all the classmates in the class are very good. After school, they asked me to drink milk tea, but I was not very happy.]

Le Zhishi continued to recite, "Although I don't have money, fortunately I have an older brother, so I can get a pack of milk candy for free."

Song Yu looked down.

[Why don’t you let me call you brother? I don’t understand, and I don’t want others to know about our relationship. Do you want to be my brother so much?

After school, Jiang Yufan and I were at the entrance of the milk tea shop. We saw my brother buying teaching aids in the bookstore. He saw me, but he left directly. I felt a hole in my heart. I obviously drank a lot of sweet milk tea, but I couldn't feel it. Maybe it all flowed out of the hole.

Not sweet at all, I feel pain and bitter.

Want to go back to elementary school.]

"It's so funny, why did I like to have sex for free since I was a child?" Le Zhishi turned another page, and his thoughts were still on this page. "I remember when I was a child, someone always wanted to give me food, but most of it was not enough. I was so pitiful. God gave me a very good face to cheat food and drink, but took away the skills I could eat at will."

Feeling that Song Yu had not responded, Le Zhishi turned his face and looked up at him, "Are you listening?"

Song Yu nodded and closed the diary in his hand.

"Do you still have to read it? Or just go to bed."

Song Yu touched his face, "Go to sleep. Your voice is still a little hoarse, so I won't read it anymore."

Le Zhishi said yes, then lay down and urged Song Yu to turn off the lights. The wind outside was very loud, a bit exaggerated, as if this gorgeous tall building might be swept away by the wind or collapsed in an instant, and everything was in danger.

The lights in the room darkened one after another, and Song Yu did not go out. He left a warm yellow bedside lamp, lying down face to face with Le Zhishi, silently staring at Le Zhishi's face. He always subconsciously thought about how to avoid risks, but in the end he was willful to pull everything into a situation different from what he imagined.

He wanted to know how to portray Le Zhishi as a victim in front of his parents, and not be punished by them, but he also believed that they were truly in love, not unilaterally deceived, and could be forgiven.

Song Yu could accept any consequences, but he didn't want to bear them.

I don’t want to see Le Zhishi write it down in my diary, [I want to go back to before I am together].

For this reason, Song Yu even began to think about if.

"Lele."

Hearing Song Yu call him, Le Zhishi opened his eyes and moved to Song Yu, with a soft nasal sound in his voice, "Hmm?"

"If I weren't with you."

He didn't even finish the question.

Le Zhishi didn't know what he was going to say later, was it because of other assumptions he had already thought of, or asked directly "What do you want to do?", but these were no different for Le Zhishi.

Le Zhishi doesn't speak.

He rarely doesn't answer Song Yu's questions.

Seeing Le Zhishi's eyes turned red, his eyes avoided him, looked in other directions, and seeing his chest that was undulating due to deep breathing, Song Yu could not continue. He quickly leaned over and hugged Le Zhishi, trapping him in his arms with some force, saying that he was just asking casually and had no other intentions.

But Le Zhishi still didn't say anything. Because of his silence, Song Yu instantly gave up many thoughts in his mind.

"I won't ask such boring questions in the future." Song Yu kissed Le Zhishi's earlobe, and promised him very low and lightly, "It's impossible for us to not be together."

Le Zhishi hugged Song Yu's waist and buried his face in his collarbone.

He can no longer tell the lie that [I will live alone from you].

All night Song Yu had a very repetitive dream, dreaming of the endless black sea. He and Le Zhishi curled up in a shabby boat, snuggling with each other. He liked the future that could be seen at a glance, but was trapped in the sea without direction.

Later, for a while, Le Zhishi, who was held in his arms, suddenly stood up and walked to the side of the boat. Looking forward to the world outside the boat, Song Yu in his dream was a little panicked, but he found that he could not move, so he could only watch Le Zhishi standing by the side of the boat.

Fortunately, Le Zhishi did not jump down in the end. He returned to Song Yu, touched his arm, and hugged him.

The ship did not sail to any island. It was dawn and Song Yu woke up. He found that Le Zhishi was right, and his sleep quality was indeed not very good.

Le Zhishi was still pressed against him, and his fingers were gently placed on Song Yu's arm, breathing evenly and longly, and his curled posture was very similar to what he had in his dreams.

As soon as he woke up, he was a little confused. Song Yu wanted to get up and drink a glass of water, but as soon as he sat up, he felt that his hand was pulled by something. He looked back and raised the hand that was being grabbed, and found a slender black ribbon that was tied to his wrist at some point.

Following the clue, he finds the other end.

Tied Le Zhishi's right hand.

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Typhoon left Guangzhou with them and then parted ways.

These days in Guangzhou are like dreams, which are very good but not real. Back to the familiar school, Le Zhishi thought again, it seems that it is not just Guangzhou.

Every day after being with Song Yu is like a dream.

Le Zhishi fell asleep again on the high-speed rail. When he woke up, he found that he was holding something in his hand. Song Yu pretended not to know anything and let Le Zhishi hold his arm and ask many questions, such as "Is this a gift you gave me to go out?", "When did it be stuffed into my hand?" and so on. Until Song Yu felt that he was a little annoying, he turned his head and kissed his lips, and then admitted.

"This is not actually what I picked up, it was the ore I bought from a local." Song Yu was very honest.

"That doesn't matter. I don't think you can pick up so many precious stones." Le Zhishi touched the ore in his hand, and the cutting surface revealed a very bright dark green. "What kind of stone is this?"

"Tiangyu."

"Tibetan?" Le Zhishi looked up at him, "Tibetan's Tibet?"

"Um."

Le Zhishi thought of other pronunciations of the first character, and suddenly became happy.

"I like this name." Le Zhishi cherished it and held it with both hands and then pressed it on his chest.

"I'm going to hide him."

When he was in Guangzhou, he bought a lot of specialties and wanted to take them back to Lin Rong, but when he went back, he found that he had no time to go home to see her. Le Zhishi was busy rushing for coursework and the mock court that followed, and left almost all his spare time to the art festival.

They got the fabric, and To Xiaoqi's Fu also found a garment processing factory that was willing to cooperate with their students, and then held meetings over and over again, modifying the design, making versions, and then modifying it. Nan Jia spent all his time training models. Le Zhishi occasionally revised the manuscript until he was exhausted, and would run to watch them walk and relax.

"I think it's very suitable for you to go on your own, much more suitable than the silly ones in these basketball teams." Nan Jia teased him, "You don't need to be white."

Le Zhishi stretched his waist and sat cross-legged in front of a large mirror. He looked at his long legs very comfortably, "That won't work. I have to rely on my talent to make a living. And I want to make a lot of money."

"Why do you suddenly want to make a lot of money?" Nan Jia thought he was cute.

"Ah..." Le Zhishi felt that the reason was not very good, so he grabbed his hair, "It was just that he suddenly felt the importance of money."

Nan Jia said a long time, and saw a problem with a person's steps, so he quickly stood up to give guidance.

Le Zhishi looked over and his eyes were circling on several other people who practiced the steps. Finally, he saw a figure that gave him a sense of familiarity. He almost misread it.

But not.

"Sister Nan Jia, this boy," he pointed it to Nan Jia, "Can he give me his contact information?"

"I want him to try my clothes on show."

After coming out of the dance classroom where they practiced, Le Zhishi plunged into his homework and stayed up late in a self-study classroom. When he came out, the corridor was very cold. Suddenly, he missed Song Yu very much. During the week he came back, they were so busy that they could only have dinner together or meet at the basketball court. This sudden social distance made Le Zhishi often dazed, and often thought of the days when he was intimate in Guangzhou.

He stopped in front of a coffee vending machine, and Le Zhishi hesitated to click on the screen, thinking whether he wanted a latte or a macchiato. In the end, he finally made up his mind and chose one. When he lowered his head and was about to take out his phone, there was an extra figure around him.

He raised his head and saw Song Yu reaching out and canceling the option he had already selected on the screen.
To be continued...