Little Dumb and the Twins

Boom, boom... The night was so quiet that I could hear my own heartbeat.

Jiang Xingchen slept on the lower bunk.Xiao Ya bit his finger, as long as he poked his head slightly sideways, he could see, see the perfect sleeping face of that person.

It should be similar to Jiang Xinghai's sleeping appearance...Xiao Ya recalled the picture of sleeping with Jiang Xinghai in the hidden garden.

The silver-haired Jiang Xinghai, after falling asleep, lost the sharpness and hostility in his eyes, and became as beautiful as his brother.

Wait...why do you want Jiang Xinghai...

Xiao Ya still couldn't help poking his head out, he moved his body quietly, fearing that the bed would creak.

Looking down, Jiang Xingchen was lying quietly, the silver street lamp outside the window and the moonlight merged into one, shining on half of his face, it was quiet and beautiful.

This is the legendary quiet handsome man.

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Xiao Ya would peep at Jiang Xingchen for countless nights afterward. When everything was silent, when he was falling asleep, the little mute carefully guarded the deepest secret in his heart, harboring a secret love that he dared not let others know. .

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Question: Why do you like Jiang Xingchen?

Little mute: Because the same table can do everything, and looks so good-looking, who doesn't like the setting of Mary Sue.

Q: What if he's not omnipotent, but also flawed?Do you still like him?

Little Dumb: ...I might... like him better.

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He sits next to me and listens to each class, I like it.

He likes him for layups on the court.

He who leads the experiment in the laboratory likes it.

He was the student representative who spoke on the national flag stage, and he liked it.

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Dislikes...these likes are no different than anyone else's likes.

in case,

Would I be braver if he was more ordinary?

What could be more courageous?

what to do?

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Xiao Ya likes to think wildly in the dead of night, and that time period may be the most emotional time for a slightly autistic mute.

He often asks himself some questions that he dare not face during the day, but those questions seem to never have answers, and self-analysis will only be stained by the night, and finally turn into illusory sleepiness.