Idol's Repayment

17 Confession

"Yang Qin."

Yang Qin hurriedly got up from the ground, cleared his throat, tried his best to let his vocal cords make a normal sound, and replied, "I am here."

"Oh, I see you've been in for so long... Are you all right?"

"It's okay, it'll be fine soon, you, you go to sleep." Yang Qin turned on the faucet, scooped up a handful of water and washed his face carelessly, raised his head, and looked at himself carefully in the mirror.There shouldn't be any difference, right?He grinned at the mirror for a long time, afraid of hitting his stiff muscles twice.After doing this, he took a deep breath, unscrewed the lock and opened the door, only to hear Zheng Tongmu calling him again.

Zheng Tongmu said: "Yang Qin, I like you."

Maintaining the movement of opening the door, Yang Qin just paused, then raised his head to meet Tong Mu's gaze.He came out of the bright bathroom, against the light, his entire face was almost hidden in the shadow, and his expression could not be seen clearly.He walked up to Tongmu, and said softly as if he was afraid of waking up something: "Thank you...I'm sorry." Then he crossed Tongmu, got back into the warm blanket, and wrapped himself tightly.

"Good night." The last words came from the darkness of the living room, followed by a suffocating silence.

"Good night." Zheng Tongmu walked into the bathroom, locked the door behind his back, sat down on the toilet, and covered his face.

When Yang Qin woke up, the sky was bright and Tongmu had already left.

He sat up in a daze, and when his consciousness came back, the memories of last night rushed to him.What's amazing is that he didn't suffer from insomnia afterwards, on the contrary, he slept very well, had no dreams all night, and didn't even know when Tongmu left.Any other ideas?It seems not.

For the next three days, Tongmu didn't come home again, but instead posted a Moments on WeChat, saying that he had discovered the joy of dancing these days, and that when his physical strength was exhausted, his brain felt empty. What? Worry and sorrow are gone.When he saw this, Yang Qin had just finished the last stroke of the wall painting, his legs softened, and he was lying on the living room floor looking at his phone.Rubbing his fingers on the screen, he clicked on the like button, and then turned it off again.I don't know if he has a place in Tongmu's troubles and sorrows; I don't know if the thought of taking a place is his own arrogance.

He took out the key Zheng Tongmu gave him and put it on the cabinet in the entrance.

After returning to his kennel and squatting at home for a few days, Zhang Yige contacted him suddenly.

"Your complexion...is not very good." Zhang Yige stood by the car door, watching Yang Qin come out of the corridor, his brows tightened with every step he took.Yang Qin waved his hand to indicate that he was fine, and got into the car.What can he do? In the past few days, he eats when he wakes up, sleeps when he is full, and when he really can't fall asleep, he turns on the TV and stares blankly.Zhang Yige saw his posture of shutting up, opened his mouth, but finally said nothing.

All the way silent.Yang Qin was in a daze all the time, Zhang Yige looked at the road and the lights at him, and didn't know what topic to talk about.Finally parked in the garage under the hotel, Yang Qin suddenly said: "Speaking of which, is it not good for me to come here like this?"

Is it too late to ask now?

Yang Qin followed Zhang Yige to the banquet hall on the 3rd floor. In the hall, there were already a lot of people coming.Standing at the door and looking around, Zhang Yige found the target very easily, and pointed it to Yang Qin: "The one in the white shirt and the colorful scarf, do you see that, it is Yang Xiaocao you are looking for."

Yang Qin nodded and touched it by himself.

Only when they met each other face to face did Yang Qin realize why the boy god of many classmates was still the focus of everyone at the class reunion more than ten years later.It would be a pity not to be a star, Yang Qin thought to himself, Mr. Xiaocao exudes a smell similar to Zheng Tongmu, not aggressive, but breathtaking.Damn, is Zhang Yige blind? His temperament is not even a little bit similar to his own. He is a person from two worlds.

It should be Zhang Yige who said hello in advance, and Mr. Xiaocao was not too surprised.He just frowned with some doubts, looked up at the sky and thought for a while, and answered Yang Qin's question: "I still remember giving the guitar, it was me, because that classmate was so miserable and impressed me deeply, I heard The girls in the club said that he lost his eyesight due to illness, and was abandoned by his parents. He took a break from school for more than a year before he finally got the chance to have surgery. Anyway, I have a lot of old guitars at home, so if I don’t give him away, I just throw them away. Why don't I just do a good deed. But I don't know that classmate at all, I don't remember the name, and I don't have any contact information. What class is it, what class is it? I can't remember, maybe he came by himself , hey, let me ask for you."

He stretched out his hand and stopped a passing girl behind him in a gentlemanly manner. The girl raised her head to meet his gaze, her face flushed red.The school grass smiled softly, and asked: "You are in class three, right? Is there a boy named Guan in your class who lost his eyesight and took a leave of absence for more than a year before transferring to your class?"

"Yes, yes."

"Is he here today?"

"No, there are not many people in our class."

"Then do you have his contact information?"

The girl shook her head.

The school grass spread her hands towards Yang Qin and said, "It's from class three, but he didn't come. Maybe you can ask the other people in class three who have his contact information."

After thanking the school grass, Yang Qin didn't go to look for the students in Class [-] anymore, he left the hotel alone after leaving a message for Zhang Yige.

what happened?Surname Guan?Isn't it Zheng?

Although it may be another person, but... Maybe Zheng Tongmu is actually a stage name, and his real surname is Guan?Do you want to ask Yang Jin again, their little girl's gossip skills are particularly terrifying, don't find out in the end that this is already an open secret, only he is stupid and doesn't know.

So fascinated.

He clicked on WeChat, wanting to send a message to Yang Jin.Below the chat list is Xiaoyi's name, and the last message was five days ago.How about asking Paulownia directly? ...But is it inappropriate to ask him such a private question abruptly, not to mention they are now...then we should either change the subject, or just say hello as if nothing happened?He hasn't heard from him for a few days. Is it because he is too busy with rehearsals, or he feels that he needs to calm down, or Tongmu has already deleted him?Yang Qin didn't realize that his thoughts had strayed thousands of miles, he suddenly regretted it, and left the key at Tongmu's house directly when he left. Isn't this approach a bit too decisive.

Of course he likes Zheng Tongmu.He said to himself, but I haven't figured it out yet.Why it was him, he couldn't figure it out, and he couldn't seem to accept it with peace of mind.He was just an ugly stone floating in the cold space. The sun on that stage radiated light and heat to thousands of fans. He was captured and became a small and distant one in a thousandth of the galaxy, and he was also content in that corner. Shimmer and warmth.He never had extravagant expectations. The sun quietly coming to his side was already an unparalleled miracle. The [-]% sincerity stuffed that night was too sudden, too hot and too dazzling. He couldn't breathe, couldn't think, and couldn't even close his eyes.

After all, WeChat was not sent out.

When returning home with heavy steps, Yang Qinshun opened the mailbox downstairs to get the bill, and found an ordinary letter from Fujian among a bunch of leaflets and advertisements.

Looking at the postmark on the envelope, it has been more than a week since it arrived, and there is no signature in the lower right corner, only the sending address.Yang Qin took the letter in his hand and checked it over and over again. After thinking for a long time, he confirmed that he didn't know anyone who lived in xxx village in Fujian.

Wait a minute...Fujian?Zheng Tongmu just went to Fujian to participate in a variety show half a month ago. According to him, it was the kind of reminiscing bitterness and sweetness in the valley.Could it be that this letter...was sent to him by Zheng Tongmu?He stared blankly at the things he took out of the envelope - a piece of letter paper and a folded card. After a long time, he took a deep breath, moved his fingers, and took the card in his hand.

The corner of the card is a little yellowed, but there is no crease or watermark on it. The tablet is clean, and it looks like it has been carefully stored for a long time.When it was opened, a dried flower was sandwiched between the pure white pages. The flowers and leaves had been dehydrated and shriveled like a layer of gauze, which seemed to be broken when touched, but the bright red color did not fade in the slightest.It is a red rose.

Yang Qin slumped down in the chair.After leaving Tongmu's house, all his floating thoughts seemed to be connected to that person, and he had already wrapped him into a cocoon.He couldn't leave, and couldn't struggle, as if he was paralyzed, Zheng Tongmu's face was as clear as yesterday when he leaned over him under the moonlight.His hands were shaking, and he failed to open the letter paper that had been meticulously folded in three stacks according to the standard style after lifting it three times.

There are only a few lines of words on the letter paper:

"I thought this trip

I can forget your beautiful eyes

can cut

traces of affection

and the sorrow that cannot be blown away by the autumn wind

who ever thought

Mountains and rivers remain

love is still

your figure

Just behind and then to the front"

It's a love poem, a love poem copied to him, with his name written on the head, and the word Xiao Yi written on the signature.

Yang Qin's heart seemed to grow like a weed in an instant, and with the beating of the heart, the blood gurgled up his throat and auricles, itching and numb, making him unable to make a sound , no sound can be heard.

He slowly stretched out his fingers to caress the letter paper and stroked it.If you look carefully, you can still see deep and shallow traces of strokes on the letter paper. It seems that other content was written on this paper, but it was torn off in the end.He identified it carefully, and a premonition of unknown origin rose out of nowhere in his mind.

"I love you", he only recognized so much, because those three words were written many, many times.

He couldn't tell what he was feeling, "Ah—" he yelled to the sky, and threw himself into the sofa to cover his head.He tried his best to concentrate and told himself to go to bed quickly, but his consciousness kept slipping away from his fingertips, rising up, converging into that love poem, converging into "I love you", before his eyes, fingertips, and ears, drown out all his senses.

The author has something to say:

Poetry is Wang Guozhen.