The opportunity to fall in love with someone is sometimes really just a very small thing.

That year, Jiang Xing moved from City B, where he had lived for ten years, to City S, where he was unfamiliar. From the most precious only son in the family, he became an adopted son with a brother of the same age and a younger brother three years younger. The spotlight turns to a marginalized person who is away from home.

At that time, he was only ten years old.

The undeveloped thin body curled up alone on the top bunk of the bunk bed. Listening to the sound of the sleeping breathing of the two brothers in the lower bunk, he couldn't cry.

He always recalls that when he was very young, he fell to the ground running, or broke his favorite toy, and his mother would say: when you want to cry, just smile and it will be fine.

So from then on, Jiang Xing always smiled.

.Living in a home that was not his own, he was restrained and polite. His adoptive parents treated him well, and they deserved a lot of care and discipline, not to mention half of the inheritance he inherited from his parents.

For this, Jiang Xing has always been grateful. Since I got my first income from programming as an adult, the monthly alimony to my adoptive parents is only a lot more.

It's just that a person's heart never grows in the middle, and there are many times when adoptive parents don't always remember his share.

Most of the things, he has forgotten, or is used to it so he doesn't take it to heart.

The only thing I wanted to forget for a long time, but couldn't forget, was the day of his eleventh birthday.

.For a child who was pampered and raised at that age, "eat when you're hungry," "drink when you're thirsty," and "you can get a gift on your birthday" seem to be common sense.

Even if his parents are no longer around, he still has a little hope, imagining that he is still standing in the middle of the world.

However, when I opened my eyes in the morning, there was no gift by the pillow; the family sat together for dinner without a single birthday wish.

He waited quietly for a day until his adoptive father came home from get off work with two boxes of expensive model cars.

His eyes lit up.

Until the adoptive father smiled and distributed the gift to his two sons, saying that it was a gift from a company colleague.

The elder brother and younger brother were very happy, they took the box and opened it, even forgetting to eat the meal.

.The adoptive mother glanced at him and complained a little about her husband, and the adoptive father also glanced at him, her expression changed from embarrassment to ashamed and apologetic, saying that she took less and would buy another one for him tomorrow.

He listened quietly, then smiled and said, don't buy it, he's fine.

The adoptive parents praised him for being sensible.

He also really became sensible at that moment.

Looking at his adoptive parents' family of four, the eleven-year-old had no choice but to understand one thing—

It's not that things are missing, it's that he has more.

After that day, Jiang Xing no longer celebrated his birthday.

At the beginning of junior high school, Jiang Xing was exposed to computer programming. Most of the time, he was immersed in games. His grades were mediocre, but no one cared.

At the age of fifteen, he was admitted to the best high school in the city.

Boarding, away from home. In the three years, except for the winter and summer vacations, he usually does not go back.

.Every October in the high school, a school celebration performance is held, which is undertaken by the school student union. Not long after he entered school, he saw Xiao Xu, the roommate of the student union, who was almost bald for the performance. However, he did not join any clubs, nor did he sign up for any class committees. He often stayed alone in the dormitory or the corner of the classroom, playing games with his mobile phone, and was happy and leisurely.

In the first year of high school, the school celebration was held on Friday night, followed by the weekend. Many students were eager to go home, and they failed to leave a few students from the student union to clean up afterwards.

Xiao Xu, who was in charge of arranging the shift, was devastated, embarrassedly and cautiously asked Jiang Xing for help, and also offered to help him on duty in the dormitory for a week.

Not a loss. So Jiang Xing agreed.

After the show is over, the finishing work of the Student Union is over. From the performance hall to the student dormitory, Jiang Xing followed behind the student union and walked slowly.

.The school was very quiet at night, and the group of people in front were very noisy, arguing that the show had ended successfully, and the senior promised to drink water to count.

The senior who was surrounded by a group of junior high school seniors had a white baby face, and smiled brightly and looked very bullied. Staying in the high school circle, he was like a fish in water, neither unfamiliar nor unfamiliar. any gaps.

Looking at that person, Jiang Xing suddenly understood the phrase "liked by everyone".

The man was so noisy that he laughed and said yes, and he just picked them up and took everyone into the canteen on campus.

Jiang Xing did not go in.

He doesn't belong to that group, just an extra outsider, and he has no reason to be invited.

He was just stopping by, and there was no need to wait for those people to come out. There were still a few programming problems he wanted to do in the dormitory waiting for him to solve, so he told Xiao Xu to go back first.

.The street lamp fell on the school road, pulling his shadow very long.

Leaving the noisy canteen, the path to the dormitory area became quieter and quieter. As he walked, he gradually heard hurried footsteps behind him.

"Apprentice!"

Jiang Xing frowned slightly, but did not look back.

"Student, wait a minute!"

Jiang Xing stopped, the voice was not far behind him.

He looked back and saw that it was the senior.

The senior was panting, and he seemed to be exhausted in just a few steps. The face that was being illuminated by the street lamp was slightly red, and a pair of obsidian-like eyes shone.

He rolled his eyes and smiled, revealing his neat and white teeth: "This is for you."

Jiang Xing was stunned for a moment, only to see the senior hand over a bottle of orange juice.

.Jiang Xing wanted to say that I don't need it, that it doesn't matter, but as soon as the words came to his lips, he heard the senior say apologetically:

"I'm sorry! I didn't know what you like to drink, so I bought this. Don't you like orange juice?"

Jiang Xing's head was a little stiff, and he subconsciously answered first: "No."

The senior laughed again and put the orange juice into his hand: "That's good, take it. I'll go back and pay them, bye~"

After he finished speaking, he ran away in a hurry.

Jiang Xing's heartbeat seemed to miss a beat.

When he got into the canteen, he realized that he forgot to say "thank you".

The orange juice in his hand glowed golden under the light of the street lights, just like the man's smiling face.

The opportunity to fall in love with someone is sometimes really just a very small thing.

.After that day, whenever Jiang Xing wanted to drink, he would always choose orange juice intentionally or not.

Jiang Xing asked Xiao Xu the name of the senior and said it was Mi Dao.

He threw these two words into the search box and searched, and he came up with a large picture of the rice field scenery soaking up the bright sunshine.

Jiang Xing couldn't help laughing. He somehow felt that this strange name was quite suitable for that person.

Looking at the full screen of rice fields, he saved one.

Soon, he learned that that person was the secretary of the last student union, that that person was in the third grade (4) class, that that person was very popular, that his grades were pretty good, and that he took the test every month. Can touch hundreds of lists.

Gradually, Jiang Xing noticed that person more often in the school.

.He would see that man in the cafeteria smiling and thank the cafeteria auntie, he would see that man jogging bitterly behind the team but still reluctant to stop at the sports field, and he would see that man in the dormitory area. The roommates slapped their shoulders and slapped each other, their smiling faces full of sunshine.

He heard that the person often studied in the library before the evening self-study, and for some reason, he put down the game and passed at that time.

He would sit in the corner where he could just see that person, watch him read, watch him drink water, watch him scratch his ears and cheeks at the math finale, and watch his smug face when he answered the Chinese reading, Watching him put away the chair before leaving, he always carefully moves the heavy chair off the ground...

In the beginning, Jiang Xing might just simply want to meet him again and add a "thank you" to the bottle of orange juice.

.Unexpectedly, the more I see it, the harder it is to say "thank you".

That person graduated soon.

Jiang Xing, a sophomore in high school, stood in front of the red list of outstanding graduates admitted to the university, and looked at the words "S major" following "Mi Dao", and was inexplicably moved.

He changed his avatar, it was the rice field.

Two years later, Jiangxing University was enrolled and entered the S-wide information game programming major, which ranked first in the country.

After a lapse of two years, it used to be a little throbbing, but it seems to have become an understatement under the washing of time.

At one point, he couldn't even tell whether he came here because he majored in programming or because of that senior named "Mi Dao".

Hearing the name "Mi Dao" again was in the invitation of Chen Fangzhi to form a team.

.Jiang Xing is a member of the holographic game programming club. Chen Fangzhi, a junior in the same major, is the vice president and has a good relationship with him. After the announcement of the founding project that year, Chen Fangzhi quickly found him and asked him if he wanted to play games together.

There are many first-year courses in the major of the whole tour. In his spare time, Jiang Xing also does some part-time programs outsourced by the company. The programming level is already higher than that of his peers. For Daiso, it is time-consuming and unpaid, even if you brush your resume. A project that is better than nothing, he didn't really want to take it at first.

Until he heard Chen Fangzhi say that the person in charge of script planning was Mi Dao.

On the day the team met, Jiang Xing felt that his heart was going crazy, his voice was choked in his throat, and he couldn't do anything except smile.

.I used to be a little throbbing, thinking that it could become an understatement under the washing of time, but I didn't want it to be buried deep in the soil like a seed, and at the moment of goodbye, it took root and sprouted, and it suddenly grew wildly, so fast that people were caught off guard.

Jiang Xing suddenly realized that he already liked him so much.

As the project deepens and the more you get in touch, the more similar the person and the person you like will look like.

That person's face shape, eye color, height of the bridge of the nose, the shape of the lips, the depth of the collarbone, the length of the fingers, the tone of voice, the things he likes, the talent of the screenwriter, the optimistic character, and even every look in the eyes, Every smile hanging from the corners of his mouth... everything is in the center of the red heart.

Being assigned to the script of the programming rice section, Jiang Xing only felt that he had never enjoyed the process of programming an idea to realize it.

.He turned down all the programming part-time jobs in his hands. He wished that he could make every word to the extreme, and he wished that all the effects that the person imagined could be presented exactly.

I wish I could give him everything that person wanted.

That person is an outgoing and easy-going person. When his work is over, he will take him to play, take him to the waves, and take him to eat all over the snack street near the school.

Whenever he was pulling his sleeves and watching that person's eyes glowing and introducing delicious food, Jiang Xing only thought that his senior was very cute.

He liked him more and more and couldn't help himself.

Even go online to find out which countries can register same-sex marriages.

Even if that person only likes him a little bit, he can be kind to him for the rest of his life.

.However, he also realized a very cruel reality at that time: that kind of love does not easily happen between two men.

That person was nice to him, but he didn't like him like he liked that person.

That person always said with a smile on his face that he wanted to be the best senior in Xiaoxing's heart.

But Jiang Xing just wanted to tell him that he was already his favorite person.

Jiang Xing never thought about giving up.

Even if it is possible, I can only stay by that person's side like this, watching that person fall in love, get married and have children, until the end of life.

He didn't want to give up.

So he didn't dare to confess, he was extremely afraid of failure, and after being categorically rejected, he would be completely deprived of even the right to be by that person's side.

He couldn't imagine what he would be like back then.

.If he could, he wanted that person to slowly fall in love with him.

Don't be too fast, even if it's ten years or decades, he is willing to wait.

On the day of Daiso's defense, the five members of the team packed a seaside B&B, bought barbecue beer and snacks, and planned to have a party all night to celebrate.

The terrace of the homestay faces the sea, and the full moon shines on the sea.

In the off-season, the surrounding area is not too lively, but it is bustling enough to laugh.

Chen Fangzhi, who was halfway through the barbecue in front, was pulled by Tong Qianqian to take a picture of the seascape. Yao Zexi and Mi Dao were drinking and chatting and eating skewers.

Jiang Xing was in the back, slowly roasting the barbecue.

He doesn't hate such a busy person, because he can see his senior when he looks up...

The only thing that made people uncomfortable was probably the Yao Zexi next to the senior.

.In essence, Jiang Xing had no prejudice against Yao Zexi. Regardless of his sexual orientation, whether his family is rich or not, whether he is frivolous or not, these have nothing to do with Jiang Xing.

There was only one thing that made Jiang Xing feel very annoyed: Yao Zexi had a good relationship with his senior.

Obviously, they are all acquaintances of Da Chuang.

Obviously, he met the senior earlier...

The sizzling charcoal fire made Jiang Xing return to his senses, realizing that these thoughts were actually meaningless.

Jiang Xing had just grilled a few skewers of beef that the seniors loved when Mi Dao came over.

He was holding a can of drinking wine in his hand, and his pale face was slightly red.

Jiang Xing smiled at him and handed the meatballs over, thinking that he would take it away, but he did not expect that he would sit beside him.

He smiled and said, "Xiaoxing, chat with me."

.Jiang Xing was in a good mood and couldn't help laughing. Because he knew that his seniors didn't actually lack chat partners, but he was just afraid that he would be boring to barbecue alone.

Jiang Xing said that he was fine, but Mi Dao gave him a mouthful of beef.

While chewing, he watched Mi Dao continue to bite on the meat on the same skewer, and silently placed a few more skewers of beef on the grill.

The two talked nonchalantly, seemingly using the couple who were taking pictures on the beach as a talk, and the topic turned to emotional relationships.

Mi Dao suddenly asked him: "Xiaoxing, do you have someone you like?"

Jiang Xing froze, his heart skipping a beat.

For a moment, he almost blurted out the confession he had been suppressing for a long time.

He looked at his senior, who was drinking leisurely, that question was just a concern, so he couldn't do that.

.Jiang Xing finally just said, "Yes."

Mi Dao sounded more excited: "Really? Who is it? Isn't it cute?"

Jiang Xing couldn't describe his depressed mood.

He still looked deeply at his senior, and said an incomprehensible confession: "I'm a senior... senior I know from the activities of the high school student union, very cute."

He shouldn't have used the contradictory word "senior".

But obviously, his seniors didn't notice this detail.

His seniors hugged his shoulders cheerfully, and asked him, "Did you go after him?", "Do people like you?" "…

.His senior asked him while drinking alcohol. In the end, everyone was vague and didn't seem to know what he was talking about: "In short, you have to be responsible to others... Be nice to her..."

Jiang Xing reluctantly protected him, moved him farther from the barbecue grill, and took away the cocktail drink that was less than 5 degrees in his hand.

He was still drunk.

Mi Dao grabbed Jiang Xing: "Xiao Xing, you have to be responsible..."

Jiang Xing asked him softly, "What do you think the senior should be responsible for?"

Mi Dao was a little confused when he heard the question, and after thinking about it for a long time, he said, "Yes, there must be an economic foundation. There is a house and a car, and the house needs a big house. I like a big bathtub, and... hiccup... The study can follow suit. Just put the beds together, so that you can sleep when you are sleepy... If you don't understand the car very well, just sit comfortably. . The point is, people have to be handsome, have abs, and have twenty... hiccup..."

After Jiang Xing listened carefully, he picked up the half-drunk Mi Dao and sent it back to the room, and said softly, "Okay."

Everything his senior said, he can do for him.

After the end of the big innovation, Yao Zexi said that he would continue to start a business for the "Leyang Love Song" project, and he was invited to join the team. His seniors were also there, so his answer did not need to be considered at all.

Jiang Xing originally thought that he would have more time to meet with the seniors, but he was wrong.

His seniors were busy with graduation projects and the pre-graduate courses of the Institute. They seldom showed up at conferences, and they no longer asked him for dinner.

He even seemed to be avoiding himself—or maybe he was just thinking too much.