You have a bamboo horse waiting to be checked

Chapter 115

The sky was getting colder, Ling Yifeng reached into his pocket subconsciously, and actually took out a mask.

He turned over the cuff of the school uniform and saw a small leaf on it. This school uniform should belong to Qi Chongshan.

The man kept silent and put on a mask for himself.

If it wasn't too cumbersome, I would probably have to prepare a scarf for him.

Ling Yifeng took a deep breath, and put Qi Zhongshan's mask back.

He finds it annoying.

Qi Zhongshan's meticulous care of him is not a way for others to discover wild information, and it should not be a reason for others to attack the two of them.

Probably because he was doomed to live in unimaginable gossip all his life. He was born afraid of other people's comments, but he also knew that he could never transfer all the pressure to Qi Zhongshan alone. Even if Qi Zhongshan has always been flattered and downplayed by all interpersonal relationships, he can't allow himself to be so cowardly in this matter.

When Ye Yiming was leading the way, he turned his head and looked at Ling Yifeng several times worriedly, trying to say something to divert his attention, but felt that at this juncture, saying anything seemed too light and weightless.

"Is there anyone in your store?" Ling Yifeng suddenly asked without thinking.

"Yes, otherwise, who will look after the store?" Ye Yiming was a little puzzled, "What's wrong?"

"I think...if your parents are here, wouldn't it be good for me to go," Ling Yifeng said, "This matter will become a big deal sooner or later, when your parents hear about it..."

"Hey, why are you worrying about this?" Ye Yiming said hurriedly, "I've been playing with Qi Zhongshan for so many years, even if my parents think I'm careless in making friends or even suspect my sexual orientation, it's not because of you, it's his fault Just go."

"The more you talk, the more I feel... In fact, from the very beginning, the atmosphere between me and Qi Zhongshan was not right," Ling Yifeng smiled, "cautiously probing, getting closer little by little, protective, possessive desire, and that indescribable but subtle interaction..."

"That's right, the way straight men make friends is to strive to be the other's father," Ye Yiming laughed, "Whoever refuses to accept it will do."

"Didn't Qi Chongshan have a good time with you before?" Ling Yifeng said softly, "I think you all admire him. It may not be a good thing to change because of me."

"Hey, well, you can't put it that way," Ye Yiming thought for a while, "He treats you differently, and he plays well with us, and there is no contradiction. This only shows that he didn't find anything he likes in us before. People, even you, you can't treat other boys like Qi Zhongshan, right? If Qi Zhongshan changed because of you...you don't have an ex-boyfriend, don't you change because of him? ?”

Ling Yifeng froze for a moment, but didn't make a sound.

The two quickly walked to the canteen, greeted Ye Yiming's mother who was watching the shop there, then lifted the curtain on the wall behind the shelf, and sat down in a place in the warehouse.

"You don't have to worry about me," Ling Yifeng said, "You can do your homework, and I'll just swipe my phone."

"Don't read those posts anymore," Ye Yiming said with some anxiety, "Leave them alone."

"Okay," Ling Yifeng leaned on the cardboard box, clicked on Weibo and shook him, "Look at something else."

After Ling Yifeng logged out, he logged on to a Weibo that hadn't been used for a long time.

After being with Qi Zhongshan, the Weibo that watermarked the paintings in the space basically seldom posted his daily life, but Ling Yifeng was a person who habitually wanted to record something, just before Qi Zhongshan They registered a random Weibo with their mobile phone numbers, and without telling anyone, they turned off the address book query function of this Weibo, and set all the Weibo to be visible only to themselves, and all the posts were about him and Qi Zhongshan. matter.

There are chat records from the first day we were together, the screenshot of the voice-to-text transfer, Qi Zhongshan is my boyfriend.

There is the growth diary of that mint plant.

For 100 days, Qi Zhongshan had a double image when he shot the ball.

There are 200 days when the shadows of the two people overlap.

There is a profile of Ling Yifeng sleeping soundly during the summer vacation.

A long string slides down, which is a complete love story.

To be continued.

It stands to reason that today is Qi Zhongshan's 18th birthday, so something should be added. Ling Yifeng just logs into this account habitually.

But he didn't know what to write.

Ye Yiming's cell phone rang at this moment. He turned on the cell phone and looked at it, his face became a little ugly.

"Your family lives here?" He walked over and handed the phone to Ling Yifeng, "The villa area in this community?"

"Yeah, what's the matter?" Ling Yifeng remembered that Ye Yiming was a native of the country, and there were rumors of a "haunted house" in that neighborhood, and suddenly had a bad premonition.

"Xie Hao told me, let me contact Qi Zhongshan earlier to delete this article, which accidentally included a location, and it was your home." Ye Yiming observed his expression, "He said that every piece of Qi Zhongshan Let me tell you that he has seen it many times and asked about many things, but he still can't find out many things, so it can be seen that the person who broke the news may still be more familiar with you."

"I'll tell him when I get back," Ling Haoran's name flashed through Ling Yifeng's mind again, he shook his head trying to get rid of the thought, and picked up the topic just now, "By the way, there are rumors of a haunted house in this neighborhood , do you know what happened? I heard someone committed suicide."

"Ah...yes, that's...someone committed suicide," Ye Yiming's voice suddenly became hesitant. The problem is that Ling Yifeng didn't considerately said that you should stop talking, and he deliberately stopped in the middle of the sentence and was very embarrassed. He could only bite the bullet and continue, "The person who died...was a...male college student. I heard he was dumped. Then...he left a blood letter, which is quite scary. It seems to say that he does not have AIDS, dirty It’s not that he’s someone else’s eyes or something... He also said that people’s hearts are scary and words are scary..."

"Is it the same?" Ling Yifeng asked.

"Really," Ye Yiming was not sure, "Don't think so much, you are different from him."

"What's different?" Ling Yifeng smiled, "Is it because you think Qi Zhongshan won't dump me?"

"That's for sure," Ye Yiming said, "He felt very desperate. He was found out to be gay, and his lover chose to break up to protect himself. Qi Zhongshan is much better than that scum, let's not talk about anything else, he came out to me There was no hesitation at all."

"But we are all the same, so there is no difference." Ling Yifeng lowered his head, looked at his toes and said, "Where is that person's parents?"

"I don't know, it must be heartbroken...I knew that scumbag's parents insisted on this...the deceased had AIDS, and thought he was also mentally ill..." Ye Yiming couldn't continue speaking halfway through, "Those people It's all nonsense, how could it be possible that the same person has AIDS."

"So, people's words are terrible." Ling Yifeng turned off the phone, "If you don't believe me, look at the house where his blood flowed... It's like having a virus, and the entire community has become a 'haunted house'."

He suddenly understood why Ling Yichen told him not to be afraid and didn't tell him the real story of the haunted house.

The author has something to say: Thanks to the little angel [yahoooo] for the landmine × 1~ I am so sleepy that I doubt my life, catch bugs and send red envelopes qwq

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