To Save the Female Supporting Role As My Duty

Zhao Jiajia's world view was strongly impacted. She didn't know how to get to school, and her mind was full of the word homosexuality.

After struggling to no avail, she decided to talk to Lao Lu during the weekend break.

The third year of high school was very stressful, and she only had half a day off on weekends, so she went directly to the old Lu's house, who just happened to be cleaning up at home today, invited her in and poured her a cup of tea, and then went to the balcony to water the green plants.

"Actually, I'm a little happy. I thought you wouldn't be with us anymore." Lao Lu said.

"Why?" Zhao Jiajia came out with a teacup in hand, "Could it be that someone doesn't associate with you because of this?"

Lao Lu smiled helplessly, saying that no one knew they were **** at all.

None of them are from the local area. Their hometown is very far away. No one around them would accept being gay.

When he said the word love, Zhao Jiajia still had some subtle feelings and asked, "How long have you been together?"

"Fourteen years, we met when we were studying."

"Then you are very happy." Zhao Jiajia took a look at their home, and it was very warm and tidy, no worse than other couples' families.

"Yes, we are very happy, but this world is unfortunate." Lao Lu sighed helplessly.

Zhao Jiajia can vaguely feel the predicament they are facing, but she still can't empathize with it. After all, this matter is a bit beyond cognition.

People will habitually reject different things, call them heterogeneous, and then attack heterogeneous with the greatest hostility.

"But the world is so big, there must be something different to be colorful, isn't it?" Zhao Jiajia asked.

Lao Lu smiled: "I really hope that there will be more and more people who think like you."

Zhao Jiajia doesn't think her ideas are so trendy, she just thinks so from the bottom of her heart, existence is reasonable, if there is only one kind of thing in the world, such as the same kind of food, the same gender, it would be too boring.

Lao Lu cooked her a meal, and the two chatted while eating. Zhao Jiajia asked a few questions about gays from time to time, and Lao Lu answered her patiently.

"How did you confirm that you like each other? Did someone confess first? How did you confirm the relationship?" Zhao Jiajia was very curious.

"This..." Lao Lu smiled, "I forgot the specific details, anyway, we didn't confess our love seriously, we didn't dare to show that we like men at all, we just waited for the reaction. We’ve made it clear.”

"It's amazing." Zhao Jiajia said.

How amazing it is that they can identify each other in their hidden emotions.

After eating, it was almost time to go to school. She picked up her schoolbag, and when she walked to the door, she suddenly turned her head, pursed her lips, and asked, "Old Lu, then...girls will like it." Is it a girl?"

"Yes." Lao Lu said, "If you really like it, you won't care about the other party's gender."

Zhao Jiajia nodded thoughtfully, but Lao Lu put down his glasses worriedly, walked up to her, and asked in a low voice, "Do you... have a girl you like?"

Zhao Jiajia panicked and shook her head immediately. After a while, she frowned again: "I don't know..."

"Jiajia, don't be misled by us, not all good friends are like this." Lao Lu said, "You have to distinguish between friendship and love."

Zhao Jiajia looked up at him, and heard his long sigh: "If possible, I still hope you don't go down this road."

"Why?"

"Because it is very hard, this is not an easy decision. You are still young, and you will understand when you grow up."

It has been a long time since no one told her that you are still young. After she returned to school, she became silent and focused her attention on observation. Whenever someone in the class teased boys and girls, she would raise her head and pay attention.

But she still couldn't tell what love was. In order to attract girls' attention, that boy deliberately hid her homework, and the girls were so anxious that they almost cried.

Is this love?

When get out of class was over, she went to the bathroom with others for the first time, trying to join their conversation, but found that she couldn't get in the conversation at all, and it was hard to experience friendship.

She could hardly tell what these two feelings were, so she could only use homework and exercises to stay awake, and in order to clear her mind, she didn't go home for more than a month, reviewing at school on weekends, Just let the head of the room take a message back when he visits his sister.

The academic pressure in the third year of high school was very tight. When the first snow fell in winter, the school showed kindness and showed a public movie in the auditorium, and the whole senior year could watch it. Of course, if you are willing to stay in the classroom to study, then naturally it will not hinder you.

There are a few people left in the class who are doing their homework non-stop, and a few boys are discussing going to an Internet cafe to relax.

Zhao Jiajia stopped writing, looked at the snow outside, and was not in the mood to do her homework anymore. She walked outside the teaching building, pulled on her cotton-padded jacket hat, walked into the heavy snow, slipped through the back door to the school gate, and walked aimlessly. Unknowingly stopped outside the restaurant.

The restaurant was about to close, and she saw Song Lingshu coming out of the back kitchen with a dessert.

It's been almost two months since I've seen him, but now that she saw him, she suddenly felt a little missing. Just as she was about to walk in, she saw Song Lingshu smilingly putting dessert on a man's table.

It's Wang Yue again!

The two talked and laughed, and the atmosphere was very good. Sitting at the next table was a couple, chatting and laughing in exactly the same way, this scene made them look like a couple.

Zhao Jiajia suddenly thought that the other party was also an adolescent girl. Like the girls in the class, she had developed a heart of admiration for men under the influence of hormones.

Could it be Wang Yue?

Will they fall in love in the future? Will you get married? Will she be left alone?

Just when she was distracted, she heard the sound of someone slapping the glass. Looking up, it was Song Lingshu who was waving at her vigorously.

was found.

The two walked towards the door at the same time, Song Lingshu opened the door, and said in surprise: "Boss, boss, why are you here?!"

"There was a movie at school, and I came back." After Zhao Jiajia explained in a few sentences, he walked in pretending to be casual, and went straight to the table, looking at Wang Yue.

"Are you in your third year of high school now? Keep your grades stable and try to get into a good university." Wang Yue smiled.

"Of course I know that." Zhao Jiajia sat down opposite him and looked straight at him.

Song Lingshu turned around to move a chair, sat between them, and turned to ask Zhao Jiajia: "Boss, boss, are you hungry...are you hungry?"

Zhao Jiajia glanced down at the small cake in front of Wang Yue, picked it up and ate it in one bite: "Yeah."

At this time, Song Lingshu wiped the corners of her mouth with a handkerchief.

Zhao Jiajia was taken aback for a moment and stopped breathing for a short while, even she couldn't tell why.

"It's, it's on your mouth." Song Lingshu laughed.

"Okay, then I won't bother you sisters, go back and rest, the train tomorrow morning." Wang Yue took the briefcase and left.

Zhao Jiajia asked in a low voice, "What is he doing here again?"

Song Lingshu looked around, pulled her upstairs, and after closing the door, carefully covered her mouth and approached her and said, "He's here to deliver, to deliver the money."

It’s okay not to discover some things. Once there are signs, you won’t consciously become sensitive. The warm breath and the close distance made Zhao Jiajia dazed for a moment, and then asked in a trance: “Are there many?”

"Well, there are more than 30,000 to 30,000."

Zhao Jiajia's knees softened.

Song Lingshu reached out to help.

With this help, he hugged her chest.

"..."

"..."

Zhao Jiajia patted her hand away, turned around and went to sit on the bed, staring at her expressionlessly, Song Lingshu quickly apologized, and went to the living room to pour water for her.

As soon as she left, Zhao Jiajia raised her hand and touched the place she touched, but it seemed like a fire was burning in the cold winter.

When they were sleeping at night, the two of them were still huddled together under the blanket. As soon as Song Lingshu hugged her, she was suddenly kicked out of bed.

"??"

Zhao Jiajia immediately sat up, looked at her with disheveled hair, and turned on the light: "Why... why are you hugging me?"

"Aren't you afraid of the cold?" Song Lingshu looked blank, "Isn't it you, what you said... you have to hug her when you sleep, so you can stay warm?"

"Oh..." Zhao Jiajia pulled her up and explained bluntly, "I forgot."

"I, I understand. We haven't slept together for a long time. Some, some are unfamiliar." Song Lingshu patted her pants, thinking it would be better to change into a clean pair. She walked to the closet and opened it. A door, standing on the other side to change long johns.

But, this door is just trying to cover up, Zhao Jiajia can see her two slender legs shaking.

After lying back on the bed again, Song Lingshu asked again: "Then, shall we still hug, hug?"

There was no response for a long time, and just when she was about to fall asleep, she heard Zhao Jiajia faintly say, "Hug."

She hugged her reflexively and fell asleep.

The other party couldn't sleep.

Zhao Jiajia's face was flushed red from steaming under the blanket. It was obviously a habit she had developed, so why is she not used to it now?

The heart seemed to be unbearable, it was beating non-stop, and it was about to pierce through the chest, and the other party heard it.

She stayed up almost all night, finally got up until five o'clock, and then woke up from the bed, and then Song Lingshu woke up rubbing her eyes.

"I'm going to school, you go on sleeping."

Since handing over the bakery to the two apprentices, Song Lingshu almost stopped getting up early to make bread, but went directly to the restaurant, and she planned to find a pastry chef to take over after the next year and become a shopkeeper completely.

"It's dark, it's not bright yet, I'll see you off." Song Lingshu got up, put on his clothes, washed his face, and went downstairs to push the cart.

Zhao Jiajia dawdled a bit, and only went out after tidying up her clothes and hair. When she passed by the table, she glanced at the lipstick in a strange way...

After going downstairs, she looked at Song Lingshu who had stepped on the ground, stepped forward and tied the scarf in her hand around Song Lingshu's neck: "It's so cold to ride a bike."

Song Lingshu noticed the extra color on her mouth at a glance, and didn't say anything.

Puberty, it's normal, maybe there are people I like at school...

"Let's go, let's go."

"Hmm." Zhao Jiajia was sitting in the back seat, with one arm around her waist, and raised her head to look at the twinkling stars in the sky. There were not many street lights. In the alternation of light and dark, she stared at a pair of shadows on the ground in a daze. Leaning gently to the side, the person didn't touch the other's back, but the shadows were already leaning together.

As if she had discovered some secret, she curled her lips into a smile.

After arriving at the school, Zhao Jiajia got off the car and stood beside her, as if she had something to say.

Song Lingshu waited for a while, and seeing that she was still silent, he took out a hundred dollars from his pocket: "Next time, I don't know... When, when will you come back, what do you need... .Buy whatever you want, don’t hurt yourself, don’t treat yourself badly, if you don’t have enough, ask someone to tell you..."

Zhao Jiajia said: "I'll be back next week, and I'll be back every week from now on."

"Really, really? Not busy, busy?"

"Well." Zhao Jiajia said, "I'm not busy anymore, I'll go back and see you, remember to leave me something to eat."

"Okay, okay." Song Lingshu laughed.

"By the way, you were talking in your sleep last night." Zhao Jiajia said.

Song Lingshu was surprised: "I said, what did you say?"

"You called someone's name."

"Is there only one shout?"

"?" Zhao Jiajia frowned, "How many more do you want to call?"

Song Lingshu smiled wistfully: "Then, who am I calling?"

"You called me."

"Then what, what did I say?" Song Lingshu was curious.

"You said you wanted to be my little brother for the rest of your life, and even if you got married, you wouldn't abandon me." After Zhao Jiajia finished speaking, she looked at her intently, observing the changes in her face.

Unexpectedly, Song Lingshu burst into laughter: "You, liar, I didn't say anything at all, I was talking in my sleep."

She is dreaming, and she can't say anything about getting married.

Seeing being exposed, Zhao Jiajia pouted, turned around and walked into the school gate. At the end, he couldn't help turning his head back, looking at the person who was still standing there: "Go back."

"I'll... go after you go in, go in."

"I'll go in after you leave."

"I'll... go after you go in, go in."

"I'll go in after you leave."

"I'll... go after you go in, go in."

"I'll go in after you leave."

Security guard: "Which class, if you don't go in again, I will remember your name."

Zhao Jiajia waved his hand and ran in in a desperate manner.

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