Good day and beautiful scenery

I fell asleep once in the middle, and woke up in the middle of the night.There was only me in the room, and Shen Yan who was sitting on the edge of the bed with her head in her arms.He didn't see me wake up, and I didn't call him, just kept watching until he suddenly raised his head.

"Xiao Jing?" He quickly stood up, turned on the bedside lamp, and came to see me again, "Is there any pain? If it hurts, I'll call the doctor to see it."

I heard what he said, but I didn't want to answer, and I didn't want to make any reaction. I just lay there like a log, watching his face change and change, but I closed my eyes and fell asleep.

In the morning, Allen came over early and whispered a few words to Shen Yan. After Shen Yan left, he sat on the edge of the bed and looked at me with his hands folded, with an expression of watching a show.

"Have you talked?" he asked me.

I asked him funny, "What are you talking about?"

"As far as your idea, what else can it be, of course I don't mind if you want to talk to him about me."

I smiled and didn't speak. After a while, I called Alan. He was arranging flowers in the vase beside my bed. The lilies were so fresh that I could smell a fragrance just by looking at them.

Alan didn't hear it, so I yelled again. He put down his things and came over and asked if I was in pain again. I shook my head and told him that I wanted to go home. Alan's expression was like being struck by lightning, and he was stunned for a long time I haven't recovered.

"Help me Alan, I don't want to stay here." I looked at him flatteringly.

Allen waved his hand and refused in a rough voice: "No, I can help you with anything, but this one is no good, I can't help you mess around."

I knew he would say no, but I really hate lying here and being watched by a bunch of people. I want to go back to my own home, alone. If Alan can help me, I will appreciate him.But in my case, it's normal for him to refuse.

In vain, he said again: "I want to go back to Alan."

Allen stared at me angrily: "It's half-life, don't worry about it, can you, Zhou Jingchen?"

In the afternoon, my mother came over, and Shen Yan was also there. Allen went to the company to report and came. The room was full of people, but no one spoke.I didn't have the energy to care what they thought, so I told Alan about it earlier.

Allen was annoyed when he heard it, and leaned against the window and frowned at me: "I told you not to think about it, I can't help you."

My mother looked at me and then at Alan. I smiled at her, but she moved her mouth, but she didn't ask.

"Mom, I want to go home." I said.

My mother had the same reaction as Alan. She was taken aback for a moment, and then she was busy objecting: "No, how can it be, the doctor said your condition is still unstable..."

"I want to go back."

I felt dizzy when I was in a hurry. I closed my eyes and endured it for a while, but I still couldn't hold it back. I lay down beside the bed and started to vomit. There was nothing in my stomach, and I couldn't vomit anything. I just twitched one after another.

When I calmed down a bit, my mother was already crying badly, but Shen Yan came over and helped her to sit on a chair, and he himself sat down, took my hand, and kissed my fingers one by one, completely If you don't care, everyone in the room may be disgusted by him.

"If you want to go back, then let's go back." Shen Yan looked at me and said flatly.

Alan immediately jumped up, grabbing Shen Yan's collar to pull him up, but Shen Yan sat motionless, only looking at me, Alan cursed angrily: "Shen Yan, you are fucking crazy, he looks like this Tell me how you got out of the hospital!"

Shen Yan didn't even look at him, she stretched out her hand to touch my face, and finally rested on my forehead covered in cold sweat.He could still laugh and said, "Xiaojing, I'll take you back."

I thought I just had to endure another night, but in fact I slept for another three days. Allen watched me wake up, holding my hand and smiling ugly: "If you don't wake up the fuck, I'm going to beat you ass off."

"Alan, can you stop making me laugh?" I gasped.

Allen rubbed his face, his expression finally became normal, and he sighed: "I'm afraid you'll sleep stupid, do you know that?"

"Where's Shen Yan?"

"Who?"

I knew he was pretending to me, so I didn't say anything, just looked at him, he couldn't stare at me, so I had to raise my hands in surrender: "OK, OK, ask the surname Shen, I tell you, I really don't know. "

"Alan!" I turned cold.

"Forget it, I've been bluffed by you. During the few days you fell asleep, that kid surnamed Shen went for a type match. After getting an injection, he woke up and disappeared. I said I don't know, then I really don’t know, I don’t have any friendship with him, do I?”

My heart sank, but I was trembling with anger, clutching the quilt and gasping for breath: "I don't want his matching, Alan, please send me home, I want to go back."

Allen leaned forward and grabbed my hand, and said with restraint, "Zhou Jingchen, what are you in a hurry for? He just wants to match you, and he has to be worthy. But no one else is there, so I guess I should find a place to regret it first. "

regret?But I was sick, and I didn't regret it for anyone.When I said I didn't want Shen Yan to be matched, I was really not angry, I just simply felt that I didn't want their efforts to be in vain in the end.

I remembered that when I met Shen Yan, it wasn't that he inexplicably stopped me to tell me who he was at first, but it was more than a year earlier, when I was in my junior year.

When the freshmen enrolled that year, I was arranged to register at the reception desk.Shen Yan was a freshman in that law department.It stands to reason that we have nothing to do with each other, but when it rained suddenly that day, Shen Yan, wearing a black sports bag, stepped on the water and rushed into the downstairs of our department office from the outside.

I sat behind the registration desk and looked at him with my head propped up. He was about the same size as he is now, and he was wearing a simple light blue sportswear. The five fingers acted as a comb and pulled it even more messily.

Probably because he realized that I was looking at him, he shook his bag, turned his head and smiled at me, and said, "Is this a tradition of S University? I heard that it rains heavily every year when freshmen enter school."

He has a good smile, to be precise, he has a pair of beautiful eyes, not particularly big, but in good shape, when he smiles, the corners of his eyes are slightly raised, his eyes are clear and powerful, like countless stars cast in a pool of deep water , shining brightly.

Because of his eyes, I couldn't help answering, a little bit to tease him: "The rain only started this afternoon."

He was stunned for a moment, then laughed loudly, and said, "That's right, but it's not interesting to report so early. It's not a good time to come here on the last day like me. By the way, are you a freshman too?"

"No." I shook my head and said.

He smiled casually: "Really, but you don't look like a senior."

After Shen Yan turned his head, I sat behind the registration desk, looking at his thin and straight back, a strange feeling flashed in my heart, a little bit of pain and uneasiness.

Someone passed by with an umbrella in the rain, and when they saw Shen Yan, they put the umbrella away and walked up, laughing at Shen Yan through the sound of the rain: "Little Shen Yan, you can't find your way home, your courtyard is over there. "

It turned out that his name was Shen Yan. I leaned on the chair and thought, and saw Shen Yan turned to me and asked, "Can I borrow your pen?"

I unscrewed the cap of the pen and handed it to him. He took out some kind of book from his bag, opened it and wrote a few strokes, then returned the pen to me.His friend left, but Shen Yan still hadn't left, so I asked him if he was waiting for someone.

"I don't wait for anyone." He seemed to be smiling a lot, "The guy just now was from my hometown, a junior, and he was on his way to pick up his junior, so he couldn't take care of taking me there."

I was amused by his teasing, but he suddenly asked me: "You are also a senior, so is there any elementary school girl you fancy this year?"

"School girls are too popular." I said with a smile.

Shen Yan sighed strangely: "I heard that there are few girls in the law school, do I have to be a senior to have a chance? So I said, if you want to fall in love with high school, you should get it done, and when you get to university, the competition will be great. "

I asked him in a strange way: "Are you also afraid?"

"I'm afraid," he smiled smugly, "but I'm even more afraid that too many school girls like me."

We didn't see each other again for a long time afterwards.It's just that the name Shen Yan is very special. After hearing it once, it seems that it can be heard or seen everywhere.

I heard that he was the champion of their class; I heard that he played basketball very well; I heard that he represented the school and won the gold medal in the National Collegiate Debating Competition;

Because I heard so much, Shen Yan seemed to be the most familiar stranger in S University.I know many things about him, including that in order to refuse the pursuit of a certain girl, he even lied that he likes boys.

I actually heard such gossip in the public study room of the school. I knew it was false—because I still remembered what he said the day I entered school—but somehow I felt a sense of relief.

It was time for the first semester of my senior year, because my relationship with my family was not bad, and I was not interested in going home to work after graduation, so I simply made up my mind to go to graduate school, and then strive to stay in S City.

I put all my energy into preparing for the exam. For a while, my nerves were too tense, and I had a headache when I was studying at night. I went to see a doctor. I only said it was a psychological effect. Paying attention to work and rest will naturally improve.

Following the doctor's advice, every time I have a headache, I go to the playground and walk a few laps.I am usually not good at exercising, and I seldom have the opportunity to go to the playground. After going there a few times, I realized that going alone in the evening is simply self-abuse, because there are too many couples who are tired of being together.

In order to avoid embarrassment when I see others, I always bring a basketball with me when I go to the playground.Actually, I'm not very good at fighting. I was forced to train by Zhou Jingwen a few times before, and I can play by myself.

I was alone that day.Originally, I was not in a good condition that day, my stomach was uncomfortable, I didn’t eat much all day, I brought a basketball to the evening and didn’t play, I sat on the edge of the court and rested.I don't know why I fainted afterwards, but I woke up in the hospital affiliated to the school anyway.

The doctor said that I had stomach bleeding, because my blood type was rare, and I had to catch up with the hospital to use blood for an emergency. It was the school's temporary collection of blood that saved my life.I asked the doctor who was the person who donated blood to me, but I was told that the other party had a confidentiality requirement. I had no choice but to give up after asking several times to no avail.

After the postgraduate entrance examination, I stayed in the college as a tutor assistant, and worked with him on projects most of the time, and occasionally taught lower grade students.When I saw Shen Yan again, it was in the class I taught.

In that class, I was talking about the history of modern art, which was not particularly interesting, but there were a lot of people attending the class that day.I was among one or two hundred people, and suddenly saw Shen Yan's star-like eyes.

In the future, I would often see Shen Yan in my classes, but the difference was that sometimes he was alone, but most of the time he was surrounded by different girls, and occasionally boys.

I secretly thought about it, thinking that the reason why he would appear in front of me repeatedly was naturally not because of the credits, nor was it because my lectures were lively and interesting. After all, I have seen people drool while sleeping.I couldn't figure it out, and then I slowly let go of it, and deliberately controlled myself to secretly look for his sight.

On the eve of graduation, I received the first and last love letter of my four years in college.

It's not very romantic to say, because the letter was delivered face to face in the cafeteria.I was eating, and a small girl sat across from me with a blushing face, looking at me with big black eyes.I thought she had no place to sit, so I glanced at her, then lowered my head and concentrated on eating.

"Brother." She said suddenly, her voice sounded tense.

I looked up at her, then looked around, and after making sure she was talking to me, I put down the spoon and asked her, "You called me?"

She blushed even more, her lips moved, but she handed over an envelope first, which was the logo of our college.She held her hands up, but she lowered her eyes and didn't dare to look at me. She murmured: "Brother, I want to..."

I didn't answer the letter, just looked at her in silence.I was wondering if it would be possible for me to know this girl and call her by her name politely so that it wouldn't be too rude to say no.

I thought in vain for a long time, and I really didn't have this girl in my memory, let alone her, there were not many girls I could think of.

"Sorry." I said.Opening my mouth actually felt a little difficult, not because she was a girl, oh, it was indeed because of this, what I actually thought in my heart was that I might never accept a confession from a girl in my life.

"Brother..." The girl blinked her eyes, and the mist that filled the air instantly made me feel guilty, "I have liked you for a long time, but..."

I sat without moving, and she held the envelope stubbornly and remained still, but I couldn't bear the tears she shed more and more, so I said "sorry" and fled.