Sharing the Dorm with the Enemy from Previous Life

Fang Li lowered his head, tears kept falling silently. Fu Songhua became more and more frightened, and most of the courage he had just lost suddenly disappeared: "Fang Li, don't you think what I said is strange? But I'm not crazy or perverted."

"I, I didn't..."

Fu Songhua gritted his teeth: "I'm just so uncomfortable, if I don't say it, I'll suffocate to death, no. I'll suffocate until it explodes!"

Fang Li stretched out his hand and wiped his tears: "When... when did you start thinking like this?"

Fu Songhua was stunned for a moment, then thought for a while: "Just, just recently."

Fang Li raised his head and looked at him with complex eyes, is it the nearest? So he likes pretty girls, right?

"Fu Songhua, thank you." He gathered up his courage and said with difficulty, "But...but this is not right. You, don't say such things again, and I will just pretend that there is nothing. hear."

Fu Songhua stood there blankly, the light in his eyes slowly dissipating: "Ah... this is not right."

Seeing Fang Li with his head down and not wanting to look at him anymore, he was embarrassed and frustrated.

Yeah, is he crazy?

He clearly knew that Fang Li and Ruan Qingmu were just good friends, but he couldn't control his ugly mentality, so he went to "chaotic" guessing and jealousy.

When he and Fang Li were good friends before, they used to be so close and uneasy, he screwed everything up by himself.

I don't know when it started, he started to have those secret and different emotions in his heart, and his eyes would chase the delicate back.

When Fang Li laughed, his whole heart seemed to jump with joy; when Fang Li was lonely and silent, his whole body would also be restless.

But this is not right.

Although Fang Li is weak and well-behaved, although he will not reject him sharply and fiercely, it is only because he is kind.

What is the difference between him and those who bully him by blocking the door inexplicably like this?

As disgusting as those people are, he is just as bad.

"Fang Li, I'm sorry." He glanced at the door of Fang Li's house blankly, "It's cold, then you go back early."

Fang Li slowly turned around and walked to the dark door step by step. When he reached the door, he turned around and waved to Fu Songhua from a distance: "...Goodbye. "

The voice is nasal.

Fu Songhua stood on the side of the road in a daze, watching his figure disappear into the darkness, motionless.

In the doorway, Fang Li leaned on his side and leaned against the old corridor wall behind him, sobbing silently.

I don't know how long it took, Fu Songhua finally lowered his head, turned and walked towards the door of the song and dance troupe. As he walked, he probably didn't see the road clearly, or at all, when he stumbled under his feet and tripped over something.

He was in a trance and fell to the ground. He didn't stand up, leaned against the tree trunk behind him, squatted down silently, and hugged his head. …

The wind whimpered all around, and the cold winter moon in the sky was also terrifying. He held his head and squatted in the cold wind for a long time, until he heard a rush of footsteps and ran towards this side come.

Just as he raised his head, Fang Li's thin body was already rushing towards him.

In the cold wind, he burst into tears, shook his hands, and gathered up his courage to grab Fu Songhua's shoulder.

"Fu Songhua, look at me, look at me and say - do you like girls or boys?" He asked every word, trembling.

Fang Li used all his strength, cried and asked again: "I am a boy, but I seem to like being a girl, I am such a freak. But what do you like, in the end? what is it?"

The cold wind blows, the tears that just fell seem to have dried up, and new tears fall: "You used to like girls all these years ago, right?"

He cried out of breath and shook Fu Songhua's shoulders: "You like beautiful and gentle girls, there are many, many in the school... Please see clearly, I am just like you , I, I'm a boy!"

Fu Songhua's shoulders were shaken several times by him, and finally he had some reaction.

He stood up slowly. Because I squatted for too long, my legs were a little numb and I stumbled a bit.

Fang Li bit his lip, tears falling, and he hurriedly reached out to hold him.

Fu Songhua moved his legs and feet, and finally stood firm.

He stared at Fang Li's face, stared at his red and swollen eyes, stared at his desperate sad expression, and said nothing. After a long time, he reached out his hand, gently cupped Fang Li's face, and clumsily wiped the tears that seemed to flow endlessly.

"I don't like boys or girls." He answered seriously and solemnly, as if he was doing the most important question in the final exam.

, then I like girls."

…

Ruan Qingmu was sitting in a taxi, holding her mobile phone fidgetingly, opened WeChat and checked, but there was no movement.

After a minute, it is still blank.

Go to QQ, but there is no news. On the contrary, the class group was as lively as ever, Bai Jing was making some strange bets in it, and Huang Ya was showing off the new mobile phone his parents just bought for him.

There is a private message box, and Tang Tiantian sent him a few photos of today: "I took it casually, I will send you and Fang Li a copy as a souvenir."

Ruan Qingmu opened it and looked at it, her eyes suddenly widened.

What is this? Fang Li raised his head and smiled at him, and he looked back sideways! The squad leader is crazy, isn't he afraid that he will suffocate to death if he doesn't grab it "chaotically"?

He suddenly remembered what Fang Li had just said on Weibo, and hurriedly went up and searched around using Hanfu and ancient style as keywords, and he really found it.

Glancing at the top post of that pseudo-girl big v, and then looking at a lot of comments with screenshots below, he almost spat out blood.

The hot comment with the picture that ranks first in the likes, what is that!

Fang Li had just changed into a new dress at the time, and the pink peach-colored jacket skirt was a little high, so he bent down and helped him tie it again, but This picture is taken, no matter how you look at it, Fang Li is full of shyness, and he is taking care of him carefully and tenderly.

…

He opened one by one, and the more he looked, the more he could not sit still.

It doesn't matter if Fu Songhua sees these pictures, who cares what he thinks, but Qin Yuan also saw it?

No wonder I haven't said a word yet.

He gritted his teeth and reopened WeChat, wanting to take the initiative to post a message, but as soon as he opened Qin Yuan's avatar, a bright red picture appeared.

? ? ? A transfer of ten thousand yuan?

He stared at the transfer message and typed a few words: "What?"

Qin Yuan replied with only one word: "Accept."

Ruan Qingmu: "No."

Qin Yuan stopped talking.

Ruan Qingmu: "...I'm not short of money! I'm just going to try it out, don't think too much, so many people are practicing in society, right? Let me get in touch with society."

Qin Yuan was silent for a long time, just when Ruan Qingmu was so anxious, he replied lightly: "Do you need to hide it from me?"

Ruan Qingmu is gone.

I'm so careful, how can I be coaxed like an awkward little girl?

"Fu Songhua showed you Weibo? Don't listen to him, he is super boring." So much gossip."

Qin Yuan: "What Weibo?"

Ruan Qingmu: ? ?

What did he not see? ?

"Nothing!" He replied quickly, "By the way, I'm going to tell you something shocking, I just sent Fang Li home. Guess who I met at the door?"

Qin Yuan did not reply to him. After a long time, he answered lightly, "I found Weibo."

Ruan Qingmu: “(￣△￣;)…”

It seems that I have really wronged Mr. Fu.

"Can't you guess it? The answer is revealed, hahaha I met Fu Songhua!" He pulled the topic aside, "He came to pick up Fangli and yelled at me, you said he owed Don't you owe a beating? Forget it, for the sake of how long he waited in the cold weather, I don't care about him—"

"He doesn't deserve a beating. You deserve a beating." Qin Yuan replied coldly.

Ruan Qingmu: "...Are you going to beat me up?"

Qin Yuan did not let him go, and asked every word: "Is what you just said true? This is your personal matter, I can only give advice, right? ?"

"Hey, Qin Shaoxia, there's no way to chat!"

"Okay, let's talk."

Ruan Qingmu was stunned to see these ruthless words, suddenly a little annoyed.

Isn’t it just going to work with Fang Li? It's not a rendezvous, and it's not doing a bad thing. What about the ambiguous pictures captured? Does this person really think it's serious?

…

Qin Yuan sat in front of his desk and opened the test booklet.

The minute hand of the small clock on the table moved silently, and the time pointed to late night.

He threw down the pen irritably and looked at the scribbled exam questions in front of him.

His eyes fell on the phone on the side, he finally gritted his teeth and reached out to take it.

Whether it is QQ, WeChat, or short messages, they are all blank, cold and stubborn.

Qin Yuan stared blankly at the 10,000 yuan red envelope that no one received. The anger and jealousy of the whole afternoon finally dissipated, and his reason slowly returned.

If his own family was poor, if Ruan Qingmu did the same thing to him, would he just accept the money?

No, he never will.

So what position does he have to rush to transfer such a huge sum of money to Ruan Qingmu? …

But what should he do? What happened to Ruan Qingmu that made him need to go out like this to make money?

Are you missing a lot of money? Could it be Xiao Zhuang, or something happened to his family?

For a while, he was anxious and "chaotic" in his heart, and boundless regrets welled up.

He reopened the live room and clicked on the playback function.

Swipe the progress bar casually, in the camera, Ruan Qingmu stood there lazily, expressionless, when she accidentally raised her head, her eyes were sharp and bright, and soon turned away.

Qin Yuan stared blankly at the familiar and unfamiliar boy in ancient costume in the picture. For some reason, he felt a strange and uncomfortable feeling.

There is no clear reason for this pain, it just came on suddenly, it started when I saw the live broadcast in the afternoon, and it continues to this day, making him restless and 'disturbed', and his mood is gloomy.

Are you worried? definitely is.

And, if something really happened, that guy would bite his mouth and would never ask for help, right?

Just thinking about this, he felt a pain in his heart for no reason, as if he had been hit hard in the chest by something.

You won't ask for help even if you die? ...It's just a little everyday thing, why is there such a mind-blowing association?

He suddenly grabbed the phone and dialed directly.

…turned off!

Ruan Qingmu sat in the small room, tossed her phone angrily, and pressed the power button repeatedly.

It's useless to restart now, isn't this a delay?

Wait for a few days and it will be New Year's Eve soon. There is always a thousand dollars in New Year's money, so I have to hurry up and get a new mobile phone.

Why don't you just be cheeky and ask Mu Wanli for an advance? No, there is no reason to advance the New Year's money.

So what? What are you going to do these days, and how are you going to spend tonight?

For a moment, he was suddenly very depressed.

In this broken world, everything needs money, I really wish I would take a knife and rob a few robbers on the street!

The little mute washed his feet outside, yawned, and entered the door obediently.

As soon as he came in, he was stunned. Seeing Ruan Qingmu's extremely sad expression, he hurriedly ran over, hugged Ruan Qingmu's thigh, and shook his eyes.

Ruan Qingmu stared at him blankly, and wordlessly 'touched' and 'touched' the top of his head.

"Xiao Zhuang, am I wrong?" He said in a low voice, "The big brother you don't like, the Lunar New Year's Eve is his birthday. Although he is not here for the New Year, I want to give it to you A birthday present for him and surprise him when he comes back."

The little mute raised his head and stared at him blankly, his **** eyes full of daze.

"I want to make him happy, and I want to see the unexpected expression on his face when he receives the gift. But it would be silly and stupid to make him unhappy in advance because of this." Ruan Qingmu's eyes turned slightly red, and she felt uncomfortable, "He's alone there, and his family looks like a ghost. He must be very lonely, right? I'm still angry with him."

He suddenly stood up and quickly opened the door.

Mu Wanli was already asleep outside, and the house was dark. He tiptoed out of the house, looked around, and ran to the alley.

In the middle of the night, all the small shops were closed, except for a 24-hour convenience store on the street outside.

He rushed to the door of the store in one breath and took out ten yuan from his pocket: "Boss, can you lend me a phone and call me? Just a few minutes!"

There was no one in the store, the owner was dozing off, and was startled by his voice.

Looking up and seeing Ruan Qingmu, she also vaguely recognized that this was a child from a nearby house. The boss handed over the phone vaguely: "Okay, okay, no money. Why does this child only wear this?"

He hurriedly dialed the number he knew by heart.

The phone got through, he didn't wait for Qin Yuan to speak, he lowered his voice and said directly: "Qin Yuan, if I am short of money in the future, I will tell you, if you give it to me, I will take it."

He had a fever on his face, gritted his teeth and said, "But this time, I want to earn money to buy things for you."

Qin Yuan was over there, being "fascinated" and "fascinated" tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep, and was instantly awakened by the call in the middle of the night. His heart was beating wildly, and listening to this series of words, he was completely blinded.

"What...thing?" he asked in a hoarse voice.

Ruan Qingmu embarrassedly motioned the boss to hand over a pack of tissues, wiped the frozen snot, and summoned up her courage: "I want to know, come back early, I will give it to you with my own hands!  … "