Rebirth: Throwing the Bamboo Horse

Ke Yu saw An Zhentang sleeping soundly, and calculated that he would be back before class.

Ke Yu left An Zhentang in the dormitory for a lunch break, and went back to An Zikang's house to pick up the 72-color watercolor pens that he missed in the morning.

In the morning, a little bird flew into the house, colorful and beautiful.

An Zhentang saw it as soon as he came out of the bathroom, and quickly told Ke Xuan and Lin Xia to close the doors and windows, insisting on catching the bird before giving up.

I was almost late due to such a commotion in the morning, and I left in a hurry, and the watercolor pens on the table were also forgotten in a hurry.

An Zhentang originally planned to take a short nap, but it was getting closer and closer to the hot summer, and people tended to get sleepy.

If Lu Yifan hadn't set the alarm clock, he would have been almost late.

When they arrived at the classroom, Ke Yu was late.

An Zhentang and Ke Xuan are at the same table, so it is convenient for them to talk small things, "Why are you here so late? I didn't see you when I woke up."

I glanced left and right, "I thought you went back to get the watercolor pen, but you didn't, forget it, grab the little fat man's and use it later, although he only has 24 colors, which is pitiful"

Ke Yu nodded, "Yes, yes" and then fell silent.

An Zhentang looked at him strangely, "What's the matter? Are you uncomfortable? Your face is not very good." Then he reached out and touched his forehead.

Ke Yu hurriedly stopped her, but when she touched An Zhentang's slightly cold little hand, Ke Yu became even hotter.

Seeing An Zhentang's worried eyes, Ke Xuan smiled, "I'm fine, I'm just a little hot, I'm in class, don't talk anymore"

An Zhentang frowned slightly at Ke Xuan who was inexplicably awkward.

He opened his mouth and remained silent in the end without asking anything.

The school is going to hold a sports meeting, which is the most suitable season at the turn of spring and summer.

Unexpectedly, Ke Yu actually signed up for the marathon.

Although Ke Yu's physical strength is very good, she has never taken the initiative to participate in such activities as a sports meeting, especially the most time-consuming long-distance running, which is usually forced by the teacher when there is no one else.

After dinner in the evening, both An Zikang and Lin Xia went to the bar, and Lin Xia still worked in An Zikang's bar at night.

Ke Yu buried her head in her homework, and the clock was ticking in the room.

An Zhentang has been sitting in front of the computer and playing for almost three hours, and Ke Xuan has not moved for more than three hours.

Looking through the small mirror next to the computer, An Zhentang lowered his eyes slightly as he stared at the homework book with a pen, but his mind was obviously distracted.

As the social circle expands with age, there are more and more things that are out of control.

And those dark sides that deliberately concealed and concealed, also began to move around and couldn't control themselves.

"Ke Yu" yelled, but the distracted person didn't respond.

An Zhentang watched him silent for a moment, then threw the pillow on the chair towards him.

Ke Yu, who was smashed, turned around as if waking up from a dream, "What's wrong?"

An Zhentang glanced at the time, "It's ten o'clock, take a shower and go to bed, it's getting late"

Ke Xuan saw that it was so late, so she hurriedly went to the bathroom to fill up the water.

An Zhentang sat on the chair in the bathroom, waiting for Ke Xuan to put the water on.

Ke Yu seemed to be very serious about preparing things for the bath, and didn't even look at An Zhentang, "Tangtang, okay, you can take a bath first."

Seeing Ke Xuan walking out without even looking at him, An Zhentang's heart sank slightly.

An Zhentang lay on the bed, waited until Ke Xuan lay down, and automatically turned sideways to sleep in Ke Yuan's arms, "Ke Yuan"

Ke Yu's eyes flickered slightly, and he looked at the ceiling, "Huh?"

"Can't you tell me what's on your mind?"

An Zhentang felt that Ke Xuan's body temperature was heating up unconsciously, and his heart beat faster, but he was just silent.

For a long time, An Zhentang didn't respond for a long time, turned his back to Ke Xuan, his hand holding the quilt turned white.

Because long-distance running such as marathon, if there is no training on weekdays, accidents are easy to happen when you run down suddenly, so those who have registered for the marathon must go to school to exercise in advance.

After the sports meeting, there will be the city basketball game, and the time is very tight, so it has been quite busy recently.

Summer is approaching, and the sky is getting brighter earlier, and there will be a training session at almost seven o'clock, so Ke Yu has to get up at six o'clock.

In the end, Ke Tang moved to live in the school so as not to disturb An Zhentang's sleep.

An Zhentang was unwilling and wanted to go back to school with him, but Ke Yu refused, "Tangtang, it's only two weeks. I'll be back after two weeks. It's troublesome to move things around. And I still wake you up early at school, and the training is so intensive, so I can't take good care of you, you stay here obediently, and we can still meet at school."

An Zhentang looked at Ke Xuan in silence, and nodded slightly after a while, "Okay, I'll live at home."

Then she continued to play with her computer, and Ke Xuan turned around to pack her things.

An Zhentang lowered his head in silence, suddenly smiled lightly, his eyes gradually darkened.

In her previous life, Ke Yu had been by his side all the time, and she never got a response from herself.

Now he is relying on him. Is it because of this that there has been a change.

After being reborn for so many years, I live a relaxed and happy life every day, my whole body is relaxed, and some things are naturally forgotten and healed.

But that doesn't mean it never happened.

Hearing the sound of Ke Xuan packing things, An Zhen Tang's heart throbbed intermittently. He closed his eyes and covered his chest and slowly calmed down his breathing, trying hard to suppress his emotions that were about to lose control.

He didn't want to be paranoid and worry about his gains and losses. Reason kept him calm, but his emotions became more and more out of control.

No matter what the reason was, it was a fact that Ke Yun wanted to separate from him.

An Zhentang ate quietly, sitting and eating with chopsticks.

Quiet homework, no longer noisy.

Take a bath quietly, no longer waiting for Ke Yun to help him take care of everything.

An Zikang and Lin Xia looked at him flustered, this child is not normal, and Ke Yu is not normal either.

Thinking that maybe the two little guys had a conflict, and living together like this every day would not be stumbling, so I didn't pay much attention to it.

An Zhentang didn't sleep with Ke Xuan in his arms, but lay on the side alone.

Ke Xuan was naturally aware of An Zhentang's silence, he almost wanted to hug him several times, but he couldn't bear it.

Seeing the child so quiet, he feels distressed, but before he thinks clearly about his own problems, it's better to separate.

An Zhentang has no sleep all night, he is not a real kid, it is impossible to be truly heartless.

Originally, he was not a person with rough nerves, otherwise he would not have been depressed in his previous life.

Today's sudden change almost caught him off guard and threw him into disarray.

Ke Yu got up quietly, dressed and went out, An Zhentang could hear clearly with her eyes closed.

The soft sound of closing the door hit the heart like a heavy hammer.

An Zikang and Lin Xia were still asleep upstairs, An Zhentang waited for him to leave, sat up and hugged himself.

He's gone, really gone.

To be able to fall asleep by his side like this in the previous life was a dream for Ke Yu, but now he fled in a hurry.

Is it true that all people have such inferiority, that what is not available is the best.

An Zhentang felt himself getting into the sharp point again, that kind of dark oppression hit without warning, making him feel cold from the bottom of his heart, cold to his fingertips.

On the one hand, he told himself that they are still young, Ke Yu is still young, the time has not come yet, so they should not be impulsive.

But he couldn't help but think about what he would do if there was no Ke Xuan, if there was no Ke Yuan in his world.

He knows that he is sick, as long as Ke Yun is by his side, he can laugh, make trouble, pretend to be innocent, as long as Ke Yun is by his side.

But he couldn't accept Ke Yun leaving him, not wanting him, even if it was just a small thought, he couldn't bear it.

But he can only bear it, and can't let others see his pathological possessiveness, otherwise he will really lose Ke Yun.

An Zhentang was sitting in the classroom, and Ke Xuan was beside him, reading a book quietly.

So close, yet so far away.

Seeing that Ke Yu was troubled by something, although he still cared about him, just like usual.

I don't know if my mentality is different, or something is changing.

An Zhentang always felt that there was a layer of membrane between him and Ke Xuan, an invisible and impenetrable membrane.

It turns out that the feeling of pain in the palm of your hand when you see someone is so painful.

But An Zhentang could only suppress himself, he didn't dare to do anything other than suppress himself, for fear that he would be unable to hold back the beginning, and he couldn't bear to lose again.

Lin Xia took the pudding and walked to the child sitting by the pool, "Eat the pudding, it's strawberry flavored."

An Zhentang smiled lightly and shook his head, "It's time to eat."

Lin Xia felt distressed and held An Zhentang in his arms and sat there, "Tangtang, did you quarrel with Ke Yu, or is it because Ke Yu lives in school and no one plays with you, so you're bored? Uncle Lin Xia played with Tangtang Can't you?"

"Okay, let's do puzzles after dinner"

Even though he was still a child under ten years old, Lin Xia felt that his smile was extraordinarily forced and sad.

Turning around and thinking about it, a ten-year-old child understands what sadness is, and secretly sighs that his thoughts are too strange.

Lin Xia rubbed An Zhentang's head, took the pudding and went back to the kitchen to cook.

An Zhentang looked at the burning clouds in the sky. The current Ke Xuan should be training. I don’t know if he feels free now or misses himself.

An Zhentang fell ill, very suddenly. Shortly after falling asleep, he complained of heartache and a low-grade fever.

Lin Xia carried An Zhentang to the hospital overnight, and An Zikang also rushed to the hospital, leaving behind the bar business.

The doctor gave him a needle, and he needs to stay in the hospital for observation, and he will have to do a lot of examinations at dawn.

An Zhentang grabbed An Zikang's hand, telling him not to let Ke Xuan know that he was sick, and to say nothing to let him know.

He didn't want to win Ke Yun's sympathy with a pitiful gesture, so as to bind him by his side.

If there is one, there are two, he doesn't want to tie up Ke Yun only by hurting himself in the end.

Some things are like poppies, they begin but cannot control the end.

An Zikang's thinking was relatively simple, thinking that An Zhentang didn't tell him because he was worried that Ke Xuan's game would go wrong, so he found a reason to hide it from him.

After a lot of examinations were done the next day, An Zhentang could only lie on the bed and pant for breath.

An Zikang didn't even go to the bar, and stayed in the hospital to take care of him.

An Zhentang was drowsy all day long and had no appetite.

The round face was only a few days old, and the thin chin became sharper.

Lin Xia bought a cup of iced coffee, "Zikang, drink some, luckily I found out early, Tangtang will be fine."

An Zikang took the coffee, An Zhentang lay quietly on the bed, the transparent liquid was injected into his body along the long hose and the sharp needle

"When Tangtang was first born, he was very small and ugly, like a little monkey. He was skinny. He lived in the incubator for more than four months before he came out. At that time, the doctor said that the child would take a lot to raise. Xinli, every time Tangtang gets sick, we will be worried."

Lin Xia glanced at the drowsy child, and put his hand lightly on An Zikang's shoulder, "Zikang, let's support him together. Although my income is not as good as yours now, when I graduate, I will definitely work hard to make money. Worry-free food”

An Zikang held Lin Xia in his arms, "Tangtang is the only child in our family, the only one"

He wanted Lin Xia, so he was destined to have no children.

Eldest brother will not want any other women except sister-in-law. After sister-in-law gave birth to An Zhentang, the doctor also told her clearly that it is not impossible to have another child, but it is difficult.

Lin Xia patted him on the back, "I know, Tangtang is the only one, don't scare yourself, Tangtang is fine"

He could know how afraid An Zikang was. Although An Zikang was usually cynical, he really cared about An Zhentang.

The last time An Zhentang got burned, An Zikang was always worried that he would not feel well, so he re-applied the medicine.

With such care, he watched, and could feel that An Zhentang was his only lifeblood.

When An Zhentang was more than one year old, myocarditis occurred suddenly, which was also the root cause of An Zhentang's poor resistance.

During that time, the people who settled down were always worried about such a small child, who suffered from heart failure repeatedly, and his condition fluctuated for more than a year.

Therefore, when An Zhentang got sick, they always worried about the recurrence of myocarditis.

What I was most afraid of happened.

Now An Zhentang sleeps every day except sleeping, as if he doesn't feel hungry, he doesn't want to eat anything.

It's only been a few days, and the small pointed chin is like a melon seed shell.

The round face before was now two circles smaller.

Today's An Zhentang has broken away from the category of cuteness, and is getting closer and closer to the grown-up appearance in her previous life.

It's a pity that the pale little face was lying on the bed weakly, which was so pitiful that it made people feel distressed.