Help! My hunky roommate is begging me to touch his abs!

The sun at the driving school was scorching, so scorching it felt like it would melt your skin.

Zhao Yuheng was wearing a black short-sleeved shirt; the pure cotton material was absorbent but not breathable.

Sweat soaked through his clothes, clinging tightly to his back and outlining smooth yet powerful muscle lines.

His bronze skin was burning hot from the sun, even turning a frightening red.

He stood next to the truck, looking up at it; the front of the truck was frighteningly tall.

He had to climb three iron steps, which were scorching hot from the sun, making his palms numb.

Climbing up and down, repeating this dozens of times a day.

The trouser legs were covered in specks of mud and black engine oil that couldn't be washed off.

The coach had a very loud voice, like a broken gong.

He never expected his usually mild-mannered coach to be so fierce, spitting as he yelled: "You turned the steering wheel too early! Are you blind?!"

"Press the clutch all the way down! What are you dawdling for!"

"You think you can fly without even releasing the handbrake? Get down here right now!"

Zhao Yuheng wanted to retort, but considering his own situation, he remained silent.

He just clenched his teeth, his lower lip turning white from being bitten so hard.

She silently told herself, "What's a little hardship? Once I pay off the debt, I can go back to him," and practiced over and over again.

The steering wheel of the truck was much heavier than I had imagined.

His hands were clenched tightly, his knuckles turning bluish-white from the force.

The veins on his forehead throbbed, and the sweat and oil on the steering wheel had rubbed a thin callus into his palms.

The wounds from clutching the amulet fragments throbbed faintly, overlapping with the original wounds.

When practicing reversing into a parking space, he has to tilt his body, twist his neck at an awkward angle, and stare at the rearview mirror for half an hour at a time.

Sweat streamed down his forehead, dripping into his eyes, making them sting and redden, and almost bringing tears to his eyes.

He simply raised his hand, wiped it haphazardly with the back of his hand, and continued practicing.

There's nowhere to rest at noon.

The driving school's lounge was packed with people, and the smell of smoke and sweat mixed together, making it unpleasant to smell.

He squatted in the shade of a tree in the corner of the training field, munching on a cold bread he had brought from home.

Those were leftovers from the supermarket at night; they were dry and tough, and swallowing one made my throat hurt.

He swallowed the mineral water and suddenly remembered the roasted chestnuts that Jin Bao'er had brought back for him when she went shopping with Hou Hu Xiaowen.

The warm, peeled fruit was stuffed into his mouth, its sweetness capable of melting away all his troubles.

The other students were all complaining, complaining that the sun was too strong, complaining that the instructor was too fierce, and complaining that driving practice was too hard.

Some people secretly slipped cigarettes to the coach, while others called their families to bring iced drinks.

Zhao Yuheng remained silent.

He simply sat in the shade of a tree, watching the trucks in the distance, his eyes heavy, as if weighed down by a thousand-pound stone.

His phone vibrated in his pocket. It was a message from his mother, asking if he had eaten and how his driving practice was going.

He stared at the screen for a long time, his fingertip hovering over it, before finally replying with only two words: "It's nothing."

My finger paused for a moment, then I clicked on the boss's recording.

The driving school's loudspeaker was playing an old song that he and Jinbao used to play on repeat in their dorm.

The singing, mixed with Jin Bao'er's tearful voice, soft and sweet, drifted into my ears: "I really like you so much..."

He listened for a few seconds, his Adam's apple bobbing violently, and then he put the phone back in his pocket.

Her eyes were still a little red, but she forced the tears back.

He can't cry, he can't cry.

He is the pillar of the family.

……

It has been exactly one month since I broke up with Zhao Yuheng.

During this month, Jin Bao'er didn't dare to look through the chat history or touch the things he gave her.

They would even deliberately take a longer route when passing by the street they often walked on.

But some promises, like a fine needle, are buried deep in the heart.

No matter how much time has passed, even the slightest movement can still make one's eyes sting with tears.

Zhao Yuheng once held him, his chin resting on the top of his head.

Her voice was low and earnest as she said that she would definitely take him to the amusement park when she had time.

He then laughed and punched him in the chest, calling him a hooligan.

But I secretly memorized it countless times in my heart.

I even secretly checked the tickets online several times.

She fantasized about wearing the clothes he gave her and holding his hand tightly when that day came.

You should be at the highest point, telling him everything you like.

He just didn't expect that the people would leave before he even got to ride the Ferris wheel.

The weather was perfect that day; the sun was dazzlingly bright, and the sky was a cloudless blue—the ideal day to go to the amusement park.

Jin Bao'er bought a ticket as if possessed and walked into the place filled with laughter and joy.

The surrounding area was full of couples, children playing, and families holding hands.

Laughter, screams, and music filled the air; it was as lively as a handful of scalding hot candy.

But none of this excitement benefited him.

He walked alone in the crowd like an outsider, his hands in his pockets, his fingertips icy cold.

He would pause subconsciously before each project, and the image of Zhao Yuheng would automatically appear in his mind.

He would laugh and take him to ride a roller coaster, and he would complain that it was childish but still accompany him to play claw machines.

She would hold him tightly in her arms when he was scared.

The images were so clear, as if they had actually happened.

I can smell his familiar scent and feel the warmth of his palms as soon as I close my eyes.

But when I opened my eyes, I found myself all alone.

A gust of wind blew, and only the hem of her clothes swayed gently.

He slowly walked towards the Ferris wheel, step by step.

The line was long, mostly couples snuggling together, chatting and laughing softly, with girls leaning on boys' shoulders and their eyes full of tenderness.

Jin Bao'er kept her head down, trying her best not to look.

But my gaze still drifted uncontrollably over there, and my heart sank little by little until it ached.

When it was his turn, the staff member politely asked, "Just one person?"

He gave a soft "hmm," his voice so soft it was almost inaudible.

Once inside the cabin, the door slowly closed, shutting out the outside noise and instantly making the space quiet.

It was so quiet I could hear my own heartbeat, heavy and lonely, one beat at a time.

As the Ferris wheel slowly rose higher, the ground receded further and further away, the crowds became tiny dots, and the entire city unfolded before our eyes.

The sunlight streamed through the glass, its warmth almost blinding, yet it couldn't penetrate the icy chill in his chest.

When it reached the top, the wind gently swayed the cabin.

Jin Bao'er's eyes suddenly reddened.

This is the place Zhao Yuheng said he would kiss him until he cried.

The moment that was once promised and anticipated is now only left for him alone.

Sitting in the empty cabin, gazing at the same sky, I felt utterly disappointed.

He reached out and gently placed his hand on the cold glass, as if touching someone who was far away.

A sudden tingling sensation in my nose, and tears fell without warning.

No one cried loudly, just quietly and continuously shedding tears, drop by drop, which landed on the back of their hands, burning painfully.

He thought of Zhao Yuheng.

I miss his voice...

I long for his embrace...

I imagine the smile in his eyes when he said, "I'll kiss you until you cry"...

He was clearly domineering, yet he indulged her in every way.

Longing surged like a tide, completely engulfing him at that moment.

The most painful thing isn't arguing or breaking up, but that you still remember all the promises and come to the place you agreed to meet with a sliver of hope.

But the person who said they would stay with you may never appear again.

The Ferris wheel slowly descended, like his heart sinking little by little.

From the top to the ground, it only took a few minutes, but it felt like an entire summer that once belonged to him had passed.

As she stepped out of the cabin, the sunlight was still bright and the noise was still deafening. Jin Bao'er wiped her face and hid her tears.

Come alone and leave alone.

The person who promised to ride the Ferris wheel with him and kiss him until he cried at the highest point ultimately broke their promise.

He, on the other hand, could only carry with him an unfulfilled promise and an overflowing longing, and walk alone through this journey that should have been for two.

A gentle breeze blew by, carrying a slight chill.

He whispered to himself:

I've been here.

But you're not here.

……

A month later, Jin Bao'er had returned to her normal life.

I attend classes, work part-time, and go to the library every day, and write novels at night.

A year ago, he was alone; a year later, he can still be alone.

No one can't live without someone else, and he can too.

He wanted to prove to Zhao Yuheng that he could live a very good life even without Zhao Yuheng.

She might still think about him occasionally, but when she does, Jin Bao'er will quickly get busy with her things, and once she's busy enough, she won't think about him anymore.

It may take a long time to forget him, but Jin Bao'er believes he will definitely be able to let go.

Only occasionally, when writing a novel, I would subconsciously add the character "珩" to the protagonist's name on the keyboard.

My fingertip paused for a moment when I was about to press the space bar to delete.

When I go to the supermarket to buy water, I still stop in front of the Wahaha shelf.

I grabbed a bottle as I went.

I haven't been able to change it for a long time.

Later, when Liu Feng learned that the two had broken up, he still wanted to "pick up a bargain".

As a result, Jin Bao'er barely paid any attention to him.

She doesn't reply when I send her photos of my body.

No matter how well-developed those abs are, in Jinbao'er's eyes...

It also lacks the warmth and humanity of Zhao Yuheng.

In the end, Liu Feng could only leave dejectedly.

And surprisingly, the eldest brother and Hu Xiaowen ended up together.

This was something Jin Bao'er never expected.

Because the eldest brother and Xiaowen are in the same club.

As the end of the semester approached, the eldest student needed a credit, so he went to a club. Coincidentally, Hu Xiaowen had become a junior president in that club.

When Xiaowen saw that it was Jinbao'er's roommate, he agreed without saying anything and even told him that he didn't have to do anything and would get extra points directly.

The eldest brother is a straight man who used to beg and plead to get into clubs, but he never expected to be able to get credits for free.

Thinking back to how he had once called someone's voice effeminate, he felt even more guilty, so he would either treat them to dinner or to a movie.

As they spent more time together, he discovered that Xiaowen was quite an interesting person; nothing seemed like a big deal to him.

One second they're cursing and swearing, the next they're thinking about what delicious food to eat.

Being with him, I will never be sad or upset.

Moreover, he knows exactly which restaurants in northern Beijing have good food and which are newly opened. If you follow him, you'll never make a bad choice.

Who wouldn't love a short story like this?

As their relationship grew closer, he realized that he, like Zhao Yuheng, wanted to get closer to him.

When walking, I would put my arm around his shoulder. When exercising, I would always try to get close to him and help him.

Especially when Xiaowen is lying down doing barbell exercises, he likes to stand next to Xiaowen's head and help him hold it up.

When Hu Xiaowen got up, she accidentally brushed against his arm.

His ears turned bright red instantly, and he almost lost his balance on the barbell.

Whenever this happens, Xiaowen would blush and close her eyes to begin.

……

Later, whenever he had physical contact with Xiaowen, he would always have a physiological reaction.

He gradually realized that he had become gay, gay to the point of being unable to be gay any more.

After figuring it out, he launched a fierce pursuit without waiting for Xiaowen to refuse.

The eldest brother's face turned red, and after a long while, he managed to stammer out, "If you stay with me, I'll share all the good food with you from now on."

So when he confessed his feelings for the first time, Xiaowen accepted.

This matter was kept secret for a long time; even the people in their dormitory didn't know.

It wasn't until Jin Bao'er returned from the library that day and saw the two kissing at the dormitory entrance that she discovered their relationship.

Three meals a day!

Jin Bao'er sat on the ladder by the door with her arms crossed, looking at the two people standing there with their hands behind their backs, looking shy.

"I only ate two meals from you last time, and now you're asking for three? That's outrageous!"

Hu Xiaowen said.

"How dare you say that? We just confirmed our relationship a second ago, and the next second I told you."

"And you? How long have you two been lying to me?"

Jin Bao'er was furious when she thought of this, and glared angrily at Hu Xiaowen.

Seeing this, Hu Xiaowen also fell silent and stopped talking, looking like he was in the wrong.

"Alright, Jinbao'er, don't be angry. I'll treat you to a meal. Not just three meals, I'll treat you to ten."

The eldest brother stepped forward and pulled Hu Xiaowen into his arms.

Hu Xiaowen panicked and tried to dodge, but the eldest brother pulled him even tighter into his arms.

She added confidently, "I'll tell you sooner or later anyway," with an air of magnanimity.

Jin Bao'er: "..."

what! ! !

Help! So this is what it feels like to be bombarded with PDA.

It's so offensive! So offensive! So offensive!

He turned his head and looked up at the sky above.

The sun was slowly sinking, dyeing the sky a deep orange-red, exactly the same as the sunset I saw when I waited for Zhao Yuheng on the playground that day.