After Rebirth: What Should I Do if My Boyfriend Has a Boyfriend?

When they arrived in the student apartment, the teacher from the Foreign Languages ​​Institute greeted them at the door of the apartment. When I saw Jiang Yiyou, who had black hair and black eyes, and Evan, who had no trouble talking in Chinese, the English teacher in charge of communication realized that he was a bit redundant, so he hurriedly explained the precautions to Su Hang and the other three people, and went to the next door. Japanese and Korean students seek comfort there.

The student apartment is for two people. Jiang Yiyou grew up in China. He has never heard of a dormitory for two people in a college. He is now a real exchange student and enjoys such a treatment.

When the student union members left, Evan left Jiang Yiyou and ran away with the girl with long brown curly hair on the grounds that he wanted to visit the campus. Jiang Yiyou breathed a sigh of relief instead, and left Suhang alone with excuses. After closing the door, he went straight into the mouth and asked: "Do you know him?"

Su Hang is unknown, so, "Who?"

Jiang Yiyou: "Chu Chuan."

"We are roommates." Su Hang showed a surprised expression, "How do you know his name?"

Jiang Yiyou was startled.

After the college entrance examination results came out that year, he went through several people to get Chu Chuan's mobile phone number, and then asked the other party's major on WeChat-computer, one of the most popular majors in A.

I don’t know where the self-confidence comes from, or it’s just the passion of not hitting the south wall and not turning back when he was a teenager. Jiang Yi chose the computer directly without saying a word, and in the column of "Does not accept professional adjustments" Ticked.

Fortunately, afterwards, I probably really hit the Grand Canal, not to mention that I successfully entered the computer department, and was assigned to the same bedroom as Chu Chuan. On the second day with Chu Chuan, Jiang Yi inquired about the office of the teacher who was in charge of the dormitory arrangement in his freshman year, and quietly put a pile of wedding candy on his desk.

In just four years of university, he had never met Su Hang, let alone a familiar relationship with his roommate. Thinking left and right, it really was because he did not pass the A degree, Su Hang replaced him to fill the roommate in Chu Chuan's dormitory.

"Have you forgotten? He and I are high school alumni."

Jiang Yiyou withdrew his thoughts, smiled vigorously, pulled off the bed sheet in his hand and threw it on the back of his chair, gave Suhang a can of Pepsi from the vending machine in the hall downstairs, and opened another can of Coke by himself. The pull ring lightly hit the rim of the Coke can in Suhang's hand.

"Thank you for staying and helping me make the bed. How about making a friend? I invite you to dinner tonight."

But the bed hasn't been made yet.

Su Hang glanced at the man who was sitting on the side of the bed with his legs split and drinking Coke, swallowed that sentence back into his stomach, and shook his head, "You can make friends, but you don't need to eat. This is my job."

"Well then." Jiang Yiyou nodded, and the topic changed abruptly, "Have you brought your campus card?"

"Bring it. Do you want to borrow it? If you are not in a hurry, someone will help you apply for a unified campus card on Monday."

Jiang Yiyou shook his head and laughed again, showing eight neat teeth, "Why don't you ask me to eat your school cafeteria at night?"

There is a canteen in every dormitory area of ​​A University. In all, the best dishes in all the canteens are the third canteen on the international student dormitory. When Su Hang raised his foot to walk into the cafeteria, Jiang Yiyou stopped him, "Which cafeteria do you usually eat?"

Su Hang: "Second Canteen."

Jiang Yiyou: "Then let's go to the second canteen."

Su Hang was silent for two seconds and told the truth: "Chu Chuan rarely eats in the cafeteria."

Jiang Yiyou: "..."

Ten minutes later, the two sat facing each other by the French window in the second canteen.

Jiang Yiyou looked down at the Chinese food on the plate that he hadn't eaten for two full years, but he didn't show any nostalgic expression. He picked up a piece of spicy chicken and threw it into his mouth, chewed it twice, and then showed his intentions generously.

"As you can see, I really wanted to ask you about Chu Chuan for dinner." He frowned in distress. "I think you should have noticed it. My attention to him far exceeds normal boy relationships. Category. I like him."

"So—" He leaned forward slightly, showing a bit of eagerness and desire, "Does he have a girlfriend now?"

"I thought you should know." Su Hang looked at him, "Chu Chuan will not fall in love with girls."

Knowing the roots and knowing the bottom line, it seems to be a good roommate.

Jiang Yiyou took a breath, his Adam’s apple rolled slowly, and hesitating appeared on his face, "Then can you tell me—"

Before I could say the complete words, retreat came to my heart. Jiang Yiyou didn't notice for a while, with his teeth on his tongue. Pain spread from the tip of his tongue, making him look sober. He spoke clearly and asked as usual: "Could you tell me if Chu Chuan is with Chu Jiari now?"

Su Hang nodded, "Yes."

In just two words, it is like going through a long journey through the mountains and ridges, before trekking through the brain medulla, and finally reaching his cerebral cortex. He hummed softly and hid his face in the shadow of the backlight.

After a long time, I murmured to myself: "It's always a acquaintance. Even if Chu Jiari and I competed on an equal footing from the past, it's not kind of kind to fight halfway through the corner."

"...I used to show off in front of him, but now I probably can't stand it anymore, send me here to taste the bitter fruit."

"...The world that has broken away from the original trajectory has nothing to do with my past memories. It can barely be regarded as a parallel world."

"...So, the current Chu Chuan is no longer the original Chu Chuan."

"Think about it, people are watching the sky, it’s better not to do things like prying corners. Maybe I wake up and I’m still lying on our double bed, and it’s Chu Jiari, not me, who daydreams. "As if to convince himself, Jiang Yiyou raised his head, "You think so?"

Su Hang did not understand what he said, but understood the three words "pry the corner" and answered him seriously—

"Yes."

Jiang Yiyou's tone was steady: "I see."

What Su Hang didn't say was that he was nineteen years old this year and he had seen many people in joy, anger, sadness and joy. Junior high school students who fail the final exam will feel like the sky is falling and cry desperately. The college students who broke up in love would sit by the barbecue stall late at night and sneer at their ex.

But he had never seen someone like Jiang Yiyou, who completely separated the sadness on his face from himself. He listened to Jiang Yiyou's words like that, and his disheartened face and steady tone seemed to split into two different people, both sad and nonchalant.

He felt that a twenty-year-old college student should not have such heavy emotions.

For the big treasures of the article: Although the author is also a screenwriter of Hollywood blockbusters, the author only has the writing style of the silly and sweet love essay. I have to wonder if I can finish writing within the essay deadline...