naaapseattle Chapter 69 mad at you
Chapter 69 mad at you
"But I'm also sorry to have pissed you off."
A few months passed in a flash. Zhong Xun printed out the draft paper and pasted it on the table. By the time they were about to leave school three days before the college entrance examination, the edge of the paper was already wrinkled.
He touched it vigorously, and couldn't help but reach out and rub it if he didn't do well in the exam or answer the questions.
I was so sad that I cried, and a few teardrops fell down.
He was the last one to leave in the classroom. Before leaving, he raised his SLR and took a few photos.
In the evening, the sunset was as red as fire, as strong as last summer. He included the entire classroom in the shot, and took a separate shot of the two seats in the last row of the classroom.
Then I said goodbye in my heart.
On the day of the college entrance examination, Zhong Xun and Song Yijin were not in the same examination room. He was going to take the No. [-] High School Examination in the city center. He didn't know the teacher who sent him for the examination, so he squatted alone on the side of the street waiting to enter.
The sun was shining brightly, and the cicadas were singing all over the ground. He waited until he became agitated, but someone stretched out his hand and shook it in front of his eyes.
"Fuck... what are you doing here?" Zhong Xun was stunned.
Song Yiling wore very pretentious sunglasses, smiled at him, and said, "My parents are already waiting for Yijin, I don't need to get involved, so I'll just come and wait for you."
Zhong Xun was speechless, with a stinky face, anyway, Song Yiling was willing to wait, and he didn't stop him.
But when he walked to the school gate, he couldn't help but look back. Someone was waving at him, waiting for him to come out. This feeling still made him feel relieved, and his steps became brisk.
The college entrance examination ended faster than he imagined.
He didn't even realize it. After a torrential rain in midsummer, he had already achieved results.
Zhong Xun didn't expect his score to be better than he estimated, although it must be far behind Chu Tingdong's. He scored 416 points in the test, which is still ten points away from the first line, but it is much higher than the second one.
Based on this score, he applied himself to a second media university in Beijing, which was the one that Chu Tingdong wanted him to apply to before.
At that time, he still thought that Chu Tingdong was probably crazy and was dreaming, but now the dream has come true.
Xu Chunhong was also very pleased. After Zhong Xun signed up, when he went to see him at school, Xu Chunhong still touched his head, his usually serious face rarely smiled, and wished him a bright future.
Zhong Xun was still not satisfied, so he suggested to Xu Chunhong, "Teacher, can I change my wish?"
He remembered that in primary school, he was dragged to the men's room and beaten, Xu Chunhong carried him to the hospital, blood was all over his shirt, if he told him that the past would be over, everything would be fine.
He felt that Xu Chunhong was too effective, at least he was really much better now.
"In exchange for what?" Xu Chunhong folded his hands behind his back and frowned again.
Zhong Xun said: "You just wish my lover a happy marriage."
"Uh..." How old do you want dependents? !
Xu Chunhong's mind was full of lawsuits, but he didn't realize that there was a puppy love under his nose, and dared to come to him to ask for blessings openly.
He wanted to grab Zhong Xun's school uniform and question him, but as soon as Zhong Xun finished speaking, he turned around and ran away.
The thin figure of the young man disappeared at the corner of the stairs, and the eyes exposed in the gap between the stairs were beautiful and bright. Xu Chunhong sighed helplessly and amusedly, thinking that the family should be the family.
Zhong Xun left without waiting for school to start.
Not many people sent him off, except for a few old friends and relatives, and no one asked him where he had been. After he packed his things, he dragged his luggage to Beijing alone.
In fact, Song Yijin also wanted to apply for a school in Beijing, but his grades were as bad as ever. Even if he got impatient and started to make amends a few days before the college entrance examination, it was too late.
In the end, he was six points short, and he didn't apply for the chosen major, so he could only go to the city next door to Ningcheng to study engineering cost.
Zhong Xunyuan went to another country, nothing happened, he almost cried with Zhong Xun in his arms until his tears blurred.
"I'm going to fucking school, I'm not going to die," Zhong Xun hated him, Song Yijin hugged his waist and cried at the train station, he was almost strangled to death, "Can't we see you after the holiday?"
Song Yijin was so wronged, he said in his heart that if it were your brother, you wouldn't say that, but he didn't dare to touch this point.
He and Zhong Xun have known each other since they were a few years old, and they haven't been separated for such a long time. Along the way, they exhort and exhort, like a worried father, Zhong Xun almost couldn't help kicking him off the platform.
But no matter how reluctant he was, he wanted to say goodbye, Song Yijin waved at him, Zhong Xun dragged his heavy suitcase and sat down by the window, his eyes suddenly became hot when he turned his head.
He didn't dare to look back, and waved at Song Yijin.
After staying in school for a while, he heard Song Yijin call him and say that Zhong Zhonglin and Wu Yulan had separated. He didn't know if it was a complete divorce this time, but it had nothing to do with him.
He also looked up Chu Tingdong's news on domestic figure skating forums, and learned that his leg injury has been cured, and he is about to start rehabilitation, and may return to participate in competitions at the end of the year.
It's okay, it's all good.
It’s just that he doesn’t know if Chu Tingdong fell in love with others when he was abroad. Zhong Xun still couldn’t figure out where Chu Tingdong fell in love with him. That ass might be pretty damn good, Chu Tingdong loves to hug him so much, maybe it's the way a bully learns to decompress.
At first, Zhong Xun wanted to find out what school Chu Tingdong applied to, but he didn't dare, for fear that it might be different from what he thought.
But later on he didn't need to inquire, the school had already put up banners, Chu Tingdong lived up to everyone's expectations and was number one in his grade, number one in the city, and he applied for the mathematics department of Q University, which was across the street from their school.
Chu Tingdong originally planned this way.
In this way, he and Zhong Xun can stay very close whether they are renting a house or living in a dormitory.
Unexpectedly, there were side effects.
Zhong Xun thought that he didn't want to go to that school anymore, so as not to be entangled by him again.
When Xu Chunhong really sent a message of congratulations in the class, he could not believe it. Holding the mobile phone, he excitedly rolled on the bed, hugged the little orangutan and kissed it vigorously.
Chu Tingdong hadn't been discharged from the hospital yet, so he couldn't come to class for the time being. He wandered outside Q University when he had nothing to do. When the security guards saw him, he frowned. He still didn't meet Chu Tingdong once.
But when they met each other, he was timid instead, he didn't know what to say to Chu Tingdong, so it might as well be like this.
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When the National Day was off, Song Yijin came to Beijing to play with him. Zhong Xun stood and waited at the exit. Several clusters of fireworks were set off on the bridge in the game, but Song Yijin hadn't arrived yet.
He waited irritablely, and Song Yijin finally dragged the suitcase out slowly.
"Fuck," Song Yijin hooked his shoulders and couldn't help but whisper, "I almost lost my way."
In fact, it was the first time Zhong Xun took the high-speed rail by himself, and he didn't know which way the subway was going.
Both he and Song Yijin grew up in tier 38 cities like Ningcheng, and the farthest place they went was the provincial capital.
"Let's go eat first," Zhong Xun pushed his sweaty arm away, "I'll take you to the cafeteria."
Song Yijin was afraid when he heard the word cafeteria. The cafeteria in his university was more than one grade better than that in high school, but after several months, he still couldn't heal the damage he suffered in high school for three years.
Zhong Xun wore a baseball cap, and when he took it off, his messy and slightly curly hair fell out. He didn't cut it much during the college entrance examination, and now it has grown to his neck.
But there is no teacher in the university to take care of this, so he has been too lazy to do it.
He is not as sick as before the college entrance examination, his cheeks are still fair, but bright and beautiful, not only can't hide it in the dark alleys of the old Ningcheng campus, even in this kind of media university.
Song Yijin went to the cafeteria with him, and met several people who struck up a conversation on the way, and what was even more outrageous was that there were men and women.
Zhong Xun lowered his eyelashes, and politely refused.
"Why don't you just change to another one," Song Yijin ordered garlic pork ribs, sat down with him, and said in a low voice, "Even if you don't like girls now, I think the guy just now looks good too." .”
Zhong Xun frowned.
He thought he was a straight man before, but now he reluctantly admits that he is a crooked man, but if he doesn't have sex with Chu Tingdong, why does he like men?
He managed to get into college and accepted that he was gay.
But Chu Tingdong has already broken up with him and doesn't like him anymore.
Zhong Xun snatched away a piece of Song Yijin's spare ribs, and said annoyedly, "You're the only one who has a lot to do."
In fact, Zhong Xun was also busy during the National Day holiday and had no time to play with Song Yijin. After Liao Feng's introduction, he contacted Liao Feng's friend's photography studio here, and went to work part-time to make appointments for people to shoot.
Song Yijin spent two days alone, and then went to Zhong Xun to help him.
Zhong Xun's photography skills are considered to be among the best among the studios in Ningcheng, but when viewed in a larger city, he seems a bit immature. After all, he is only 19 years old, and he has only had appointments for a few years.
However, he is very able to endure hardships. He has learned a lot in just a few months following the regular studio.
This time, it was a few girls from the Department of Mathematics of Q University who approached him for an appointment.
In fact, Zhong Xun didn’t have much equipment to bring. This time, it’s street photography style. It’s not the same thing to go out with him to take travel photos, but one of his roommates followed, and Song Yijin was also there.
He has two assistants inexplicably. At first glance, they seem to be very professional.
"No wonder, you are from Communication University next door." One of the girls couldn't help being surprised.
Zhong Xun only talked a lot with acquaintances, and when making appointments, he was silent as if he had the shadow of another person. His peach eyes were black and clear, and he only raised them occasionally.
Especially Song Yijin, who is such a chatterbox, he speaks less when he is with his roommate.
Anyone who wanted to talk to him stopped.
In the evening when the photo was taken, we first went to have a meal nearby, adjacent to the bar street, but there were more people at night and the lights were bright.
Zhong Xun was wearing a DSLR, and wanted to continue taking pictures of them in front of the bar street, when he raised his hand a little, he was bumped from behind. When he turned his head, someone was pulling the camera bag in Song Yijin's hand.
He was dressed in a suit and leather shoes, and looked like a dog, but smelled of alcohol, and squinted his eyes to look at him.
Zhong Xun frowned slightly, walked over, and said coldly, "Let go."
The man was still staggering, and even tried to fight Song Yijin. Zhong Xun asked him to let go again, but he still didn't let go. Zhong Xun didn't say anything more, grabbed his wrist and twisted it back.
Song Yijin took the opportunity to grab the camera bag away, and Zhong Xun reached out and grabbed the opponent's elbow, grabbed the shoulder and pressed it, and the dislocated joint closed again.
The man was sweating from the two dull pains, but he didn't realize what happened at all.
Zhong Xun only had time to learn such a trick from Chu Tingdong, and this was the first time he had the opportunity to use it, so he was quite happy unexpectedly.
Zhong Xun didn't bother with him anymore, took the camera bag from Song Yijin's hand, discussed with the frightened single owners and his roommate, and decided to change the location to shoot.
"Awesome Brother Xun." Song Yijin whispered excitedly.
Song Yijin still had the gangster spirit brought out by Xiujing Street, and seemed out of place in this environment, but Zhong Xun didn't hide, and let him wrap his arms around his shoulders.
"But you are much calmer than before." Song Yijin couldn't help but sigh.
Just now that person, after drinking a couple of drinks, came up to grab things like crazy, and his eyes were still disgustingly staring at him. In the past, he might have been beaten up by Zhong Xun now.
Zhong Xun was not very calm, but he was told to take care of himself, so he didn't want to suffer unnecessary injuries.
Even if he makes others suffer even more, it cannot be offset.
But Zhong Xun didn't expect that he would only make such a move, and when he returned to the dormitory, several roommates suddenly changed their names to call him Brother Xun, obviously he was the youngest one in the dormitory.
"Uh..." Zhong Xun called and scolded Song Yijin, but he didn't want to care about it anymore, so what about love.
But it's different from high school, now it's more like an ordinary school, he doesn't need to force himself to be someone's boss in order to not be bullied and live a good life.
Zhong Xun rested in the dormitory for a day, and then went to Q University to continue taking pictures. He had wandered around the school gate for a long time before, but this was the first time he really walked in, and it was much older than his school.
He took pictures all day and ate a piece of dry bread at noon.
When work was temporarily over in the evening and we went to eat together on the way, he lowered his head and put the DSLR on his neck, when he heard someone behind him call him in surprise, "Zhong Xun?"
He froze all over, and there was no place to hide when he wanted to escape. He didn't look back, and ran away reflexively.
By the time his legs were so soft that he was forced to stop, he had already run several blocks away, and no one could catch up with him. A few girls who were about to shoot called him and asked him why he ran away suddenly and went to dinner at night Well, he sent back a message apologetically, saying that he would be there right away.
"Do you know that handsome guy just now?" A girl asked him curiously.
"Uh..." Zhong Xun's eyelids twitched slightly, he lowered his head and adjusted the camera parameters, and asked softly, "Is it just one person?"
He was scared away when he heard Seol Hyuk's voice.
"Yes, he was the only one, and he called you several times."
Zhong Xun couldn't tell what he was feeling, and couldn't help lowering his eyelashes, but heaved a sigh of relief.
Zhong Xun's hair was a little longer, and he still wore earrings. In addition, his face was already eye-catching enough. He hadn't had much contact with girls yet, so in the eyes of many people, he appeared to be ambiguous.
Occasionally being teased, he doesn't deny it.
"What do you like exactly?" After the night of filming, they went to the bar to have a drink, and someone couldn't help but ask, it was really a cloud of suitors during this time.
Zhong Xun didn't order wine, he ordered a cup of hot chocolate milk, just like last summer, this time he was not ashamed, so he drank it calmly.
He drank it all, but his eyelids were red, and he looked a little drunk.
What does he like?
"If you want to be good at math, you also need to be good at sports." It would be better if you can skate, Zhong Xun thought to himself, he propped his chin, his beautiful eyelashes became darker under the dim light of the bar, "Taller than me, play The game is very powerful, and I can play his account as I like..."
Feel sorry for him being injured, fight for him, catch a black little gorilla for him, have seen his most embarrassing side, know his poor grades, and tolerate his hysterical bad temper, treat him as a treasure, and say that he will give it to him On his birthday, the person who will accompany him for the rest of his life.
Zhong Xun kept his voice low in the middle of what he said, and when he returned to the dormitory, he woke up after a nap and didn't remember what he said.
But he went to Xue He and the others to find out Chu Tingdong's current address and contact information.
In fact, Chu Tingdong didn't delete him, but he didn't dare to call him. When he saw the familiar number, thinking that he might hear his voice, his fingertips didn't press it, and tears were about to fall.
He took a lot of photos, printed them into postcards, wrote something on the back, sent them to Chu Tingdong once a week, and extended the waiting time for the reply, as if he could deceive himself. It's not that Chu Tingdong ignored him, but he hadn't received it yet .
Sometimes it is the diary of elementary school students. Xu Ji ate a few fried buns at the school gate in the morning, and wrote down whether he added vinegar or not.
Sometimes it was a sour love letter. He took pictures of the cracked ice in winter, and he could vaguely see fish waiting to migrate in spring under the thin ice.
He said that I was like a fish migrating under the ice. When I looked up and saw the glimmer of light refracted by your ice blade, I thought it was early spring. I wanted to swim to the ice and breathe close to you. Would you be willing to hear my voice?
He also sent Chu Tingdong his registration information for participating in the photography exhibition, saying that I finally figured out a name, which is Tingyu under the ice.
Chu Tingdong signed for most of them, some may not have been received, and the courier returned it to Zhong Xun.
But not a single reply.
Zhong Xun was lying on the bed in the dormitory so angry that he kicked his legs, his eyes were red for some reason, and when he turned his head, he was shaking from crying.
He got up and began to write dirty jokes on the back of the postcard. The movement of getting up was so big that his roommates were startled by him, and said, "Brother Xun, you want to review, so let's play games in a quieter voice?"
Zhong Xun faltered, blushing and nodded indiscriminately.
He turned on the lamp, lowered his head and wrote quickly on the postcard, racking his brains but couldn't think of so many, so he copied it from the Internet, the writing was unsightly and juicy, and he wondered whether to take a nude photo and send it.
But it's too cheap to send nude photos to his ex after breaking up. He knows that he is cheap, but he can't be so cheap.
At the end, he felt that it was not annoying enough, and he couldn't think of anything more, so he angrily wrote below:
[Chu Tingdong, I’m going home with another man now, and I’m still lying on his bed, wearing his clothes, and I’ll have sex with him later, by the time you receive this postcard, I’ve done it so many times , you ignore me, are you happy now?Mad at you mad at you mad at you! 】
He finished it annoyed and planned to post it tomorrow.
But I lay down and fell asleep for 5 minutes, but I didn't fall asleep. I felt too disturbed, and felt a little too irritating?
He got up again, staring at the postcard for a moment, pursed his lips and added a line of words at the bottom:
[But I'm also very sad to make you mad. 】
The author says:
Xiao Chu, who is still recovering: Thank you, I am so angry.
Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!