i can't like him

Chapter 50

In just a few minutes, Sheng Xinghe recalled everything he experienced during the years of high jump training.

The first time to touch the pole; the first time to take off; the first time to cross the bar; the first time to win the award; Flowers from fans...

Numerous first-time images formed frames with bright colors, passing through his mind smoothly and clearly like movie shots.

When people are frustrated, they always complain about the inevitable fate, but at the moment when they really decide to give up, they think of the light that they once embraced.

He really didn't know whether to go any further.

He Qinian sat on the edge of the bed, wrapped his back with one hand, and rubbed the back of his head with the other.

Sheng Xinghe's hair was soft and dry, and felt a bit like the hair of a large dog. He leaned over and kissed his forehead: "No brother, the leg injury will always get better."

Sheng Xinghe leaned against He Qinian's chest with his eyes closed, the surrounding was very quiet, he could feel He Qinian's breathing and heartbeat through the thin sportswear.

I don't know how long it has passed, but there are no more tears to fall, but the nose is still sore and the eyes are a little swollen.

He Qinian took out several tissues and pressed them on his eyelids: "You are already very good, so don't think about it."

Sheng Xinghe choked up a little: "I really can't control my own brain, I also want to hope that something good will happen, but the reality is so cruel."

"Don't put all your thoughts on this, it will be very stressful." He Qinian slightly bent his index finger, raised his chin, then held his face with both hands, and wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes .

"I can't help it." Sheng Xinghe blinked, his wet eyelashes looked particularly pitiful, and his voice was more aggrieved than usual.

"If you're really unhappy, then take a break." He Qinian pinched his cheek, "How about doing something you've always wanted to do but don't have time for?"

Things you want to do but never have the time to do.

Looking back now, Sheng Xinghe suddenly realized that he didn't have any other hobbies in the past ten years.

What you eat, use, and think about is closely related to high jumping, and even the ones you pick are high jumpers.

He Qinian waited for a long time without an answer, and offered to propose: "Want to go to the movies? We seem to have a formal date, do you want to go on a date with me?"

Sheng Xinghe nodded, this was indeed something he had always wanted to do but had no time for, but soon, his professional reflex came out again.

"Not now, you're about to compete, wait until you're done competing with us..."

"No more!" He Qinian patted him on the shoulder, "Let's go on a date now!"

"Ah?" Sheng Xinghe was stunned.

"Ah what, let's go! Let's go on a date!" He Qi Niansheng pulled him hard, pulled him off the bed, and then handed over the crutch, "But before the date, we have to go to the cafeteria to have a meal."

"Where are you going on a date?" Sheng Xinghe looked bewildered.

"I'll talk about it later, I'm starving to death!"

He Qinian dragged Sheng Xinghe to the cafeteria to feed him, then greeted Lin Jianzhou and said he would ask for leave.

He Qinian has been actively participating in training since he joined the national team, and he was often the last one to finish work. It was rare for him to ask for leave. Lin Jianzhou was a little surprised: "Why are you going?"

He Qinian wanted to spend more time with Sheng Xinghe, so he lied on the spur of the moment, saying that grandma had left, and his emotions were well brewed, acting as if it was real, and Lin Jianzhou was quite sad for him.

"Then your condolences are changing. Your grandma went to another world to reunite with your grandpa."

He Qinian sniffed: "Well, I think so too."

Sheng Xinghe was dumbfounded, this guy might win an Oscar if he goes to act.

As soon as he walked out of the cafeteria, Sheng Xinghe couldn't help asking: "When did your grandma leave?"

He Qinian: "When I was in elementary school."

"If her old man knows that you use her as a shield to accompany me, will he be angry with me when we meet over there in the future?" Sheng Xinghe asked.

He Qinian: "If she wants to be angry, she is also angry with me."

"Then where should we go on a date?" Sheng Xinghe asked again.

He Qinian was also quite worried about where to go, but he knew that when someone is unhappy, the first step is to take him out of that unhappy place.

Sheng Xinghe can't jump high now, the last thing he can't watch is other people practicing high jump, otherwise he will always think of his own injury.

Repeatedly, the more I think about it, the more depressed I become.

He Qinian took a taxi, but didn't report the destination, but asked the driver to drive slowly and walk around crowded places.

"You have money to burn, don't you?" Sheng Xinghe leaned on the back seat with a calm expression.

He Qinian didn't speak, and quietly took his hand. Sheng Xinghe's hand was just washed, and it was still a little cool.

This is actually the first time they have held hands outside after confirming their relationship, and they are still a little nervous.

Gradually, the coolness turned into warmth.

He Qinian tilted his body, and whispered to Sheng Xinghe's ear, "Are your palms sweating?"

Sheng Xinghe refused to admit it: "You're sweating." He was about to break free, but He Qinian held it tighter.

The bright neon lights on the street shone into the car, and everything in the car flickered.

Sheng Xinghe leaned against He Qinian's arrow very appreciatively, the atmosphere was beautiful and romantic.

However, this rare romance was broken when the number on the stopwatch jumped to 65.

He Qinian's eyes widened, and he exclaimed, "Hey, master, step aside, I only have 60 WeChat accounts left!"

The driver: "Oh, why didn't you say it earlier? It's not easy to park here, all of them are cameras."

"I'm only 60, why don't you go back some more?" He Qinian said while holding the back seat of the car.

The driver growled: "What are you kidding!?"

In the end, the two were thrown down on a strange street.

Sheng Xinghe ate a mouthful of exhaust fumes, leaned on a cane and jumped onto the sidewalk, the cool night wind howling.

"Is this what you call a date?"

"It's natural for the boat to go straight to the bridge."

He Qinian looked around, there were convenience stores, various clothing stores and snack bars. This place was only separated from the noisy downtown area by a residential area, but it was indeed a completely different scene.

It is very quiet here, and the street lamps overhead glow with a warm yellow halo.

There are rattan tables and chairs at the entrance of a handicraft store, and a fat orange cat is curled up on the chair to sleep, and people walk by without opening their eyes.

Sheng Xinghe tried to reach out and touch its forehead, Fat Ju gave a lazy "meow", half-opened his eyes to look at the person, then tilted his head, and rubbed his fingertips in enjoyment.

"It's so obedient." Sheng Xinghe couldn't help scratching its round head.

"You sit down, I'll go buy a bottle of water." He Qinian moved the chair to his side.

Sheng Xinghe held the cane in his hand, and when he looked up, he saw the sky full of stars.

When people are running, they still feel that they can’t catch up with their goals. They always want to create something to improve their self-worth, but when they slow down occasionally, they find that everything around them is still running in an orderly manner.

If there is no one in this world, it will still turn around.

So what exactly are you chasing after?

He Qinian rushed over from across the road, holding two bottles of juice in his hand.

Orange juice and peach juice, Sheng Xinghe chose the former.

He Qinian squeezed the bottle cap in his palm and rubbed it together: "Watch me make a magic trick for you."

Sheng Xinghe stared at his thin fingers while drinking the juice.

After rubbing it a few times, He Qinian suddenly said, "Hey, don't stare too closely, I can't change it."

Sheng Xinghe laughed until his juices spewed out: "What do you call doing magic if you don't stare?"

"Liu Qian needs help." He Qinian raised his hand and pointed to the distance, "Look there!—"

Sheng Xinghe looked in the direction of his finger very cooperatively, without a fart, and when he turned his head, the bottle cap in He Qinian's palm turned into a heart-shaped chocolate.

"Scientific experiments have shown that people feel better when they eat sweets."

Very lame magic, but Sheng Xinghe still smiled.

After that, He Qinian used Huabei to purchase two movie tickets. The newly released suspense action movie has a high score, and the leading actors are both a brother and a sister in Hong Kong.

But these are not the point, the point is that this movie theater has seats for couples.

Sheng Xinghe hadn't been to a movie theater for 800 years. It was the first time he saw this kind of double sofa, and he was a little surprised.

They chose the row at the back, with the wall and the projector behind them.

The atmosphere became romantic again.

"Do movie theaters abuse dogs like this now?"

"Massage is also available." He Qinian said.

Sheng Xinghe was even more surprised: "How?"

He Qinian: "I'll press it manually for you later."

Sheng Xinghe laughed again.

He suddenly realized that there are still many advantages to finding a boyfriend who is much younger than himself.

Because I'm not that mature yet, I won't use a rational way to enlighten or point out something, but use the softest way, centering on him, to make him happy tirelessly.

To use an inappropriate analogy, it is a little milk dog, sticking to his legs and turning around, rubbing it and feeling that the world is still pretty good.

In the darkness, Sheng Xinghe took off his coat and covered He Qinian's head, then got in and kissed his face in the dark.

But because it was too dark, Sheng Xinghe didn't know what part he kissed, anyway, it must not be the lips, because they are not so soft.

He Qinian didn't move, Sheng Xinghe moved up little by little along the part he kissed just now.

This place is softer than before, and it still moves. It should be the eyelids and eyelashes.

The fingers of the two kept holding each other, and Sheng Xinghe kissed down like a dragonfly, until he touched the softest part, he felt that He Qinian must have smiled.

Immediately afterwards, the back was encircled by arms, and the lips and teeth were pushed apart.

He Qinian's kissing skills have improved a lot, he is no longer as eager as before, but is very gentle, hooking the back of his neck with one hand, and embracing him with the other.

They were in a hidden corner, exchanging warm breath amidst the sound of intense explosions.

It was after ten o'clock in the evening when I walked out of the movie theater. It was already completely dark, the traffic on the street was significantly reduced, and the cool wind passed by my ears and was sucked into my lungs.

It's a little cold.

I can't get a taxi on my mobile phone, so I have to go to another lively neighborhood to try.

Sheng Xinghe walked forward slowly on crutches, he missed a step without paying attention, but fortunately He Qinian had sharp eyesight and quick hands, so he quickly stretched out his hand to protect him.

"I'll carry you on my back, it's too dark here to go." He Qinian said.

Sheng Xinghe asked subconsciously: "Can you memorize me?"

He Qinian was startled: "You can carry me, why can't I carry you?"

It is true.

Sheng Xinghe put his hands on his shoulders: "I'm going to dance."

"Don't, don't, don't jump first." He Qinian bent down, hugged his thigh with his backhand and lifted it up vigorously.

"Is it heavy?" Sheng Xinghe asked.

"It's okay," He Qinian turned around and said, "Hold me tighter, it will save me some effort."

"Are you an idiot? Whether it's tight or not, my weight is all on you. How can you save yourself?"

"Why do you always focus on strange places," He Qinian said, "Can you hold me tight, please?"

Sheng Xinghe chuckled and hugged him tightly.

At the beginning, He Qinian's footsteps were quite brisk, but after passing a traffic light, they slowed down significantly, and his breathing became heavier. When Sheng Xinghe touched his head, he felt his hands sweat.

"Let me down, I'll just walk over slowly."

"I can recite it." He Qinian quickened his pace, and he was breathing obviously when he spoke.

It was the first time that Sheng Xinghe completely relaxed his body and lay on a boy's shoulder. Although it was strong, it was real, sticking to He Qinian was like sticking to a steel plate.

"elder brother."

The breeze brought someone's gentle voice, Sheng Xinghe responded, "What's wrong?"

"I'm the one who wants to be with you for the rest of my life. You can tell me what you think. No matter what happens in the future, I will be by your side."

Sheng Xinghe was a little confused, and turned his head to look at him.

He Qinian panted in a low voice, and looked up from time to time: "If the high jump really makes you feel painful, then give up and change to a happier way of life. I will support you in whatever you do. If you can't find something more satisfying than the high jump If you are fascinated, then come back, you have time, and you have the right to choose, don’t be afraid, don’t be discouraged, and don’t feel like a failure.”

"It's already a great thing to be able to stick to something you love for 15 years, not to mention how many people in China can jump the height of 2 meters 29? disagree."

Sheng Xinghe was amused by these warm words: "You really know how to comfort people."

"What I'm talking about is the truth," He Qinian said with a smile, "I think God has set many obstacles for everyone who loves sports, maybe it's the obstacles of family, friendship, love, money, or it may be Physical injuries, I don’t think anyone’s life is smooth, some people stop when they are walking, looking for more possibilities, and some are still willing to stick to their original intentions. You know Gatlin in the United States Bar."

of course I know.

Justin Gatlin, U.S. men's track and field team, Olympic champion, world champion, and two-time IAAF Diamond League award winner.

He Qinian: "He did it in 1982. In 06, he was suspended for four years. After his comeback, he participated in two Olympic Games and three World Championships. He was almost 40 years old and could win the World Championships. But you are only 28. I'm afraid What?"

Sheng Xinghe was stunned.

What he heard finally was not "You are 28 years old", but "You are only 28 years old".

With blood in his chest, Sheng Xinghe's eye sockets were moist again: "It's really lucky to know you."

"Of course." He Qinian chuckled, "Knowing you is also the luckiest thing in my life."