Can't hide

As soon as he entered the door, Jiang Sui could smell the sour smell of old vinegar, and seeing the untouched box of dumplings and dipping plates on the table, he asked Duan Zhuo, "Have you not eaten your lunch yet?"

Duan Zhuo shook his head: "I have no appetite."

Jiang Sui entered the room and closed the door behind his back: "You haven't eaten since yesterday, have you?"

Duan Zhuo didn't deny it, Jiang Sui turned his head in surprise, Duan Zhuo lowered his head, he couldn't see his expression clearly.

"You don't want to die? Does your stomach hurt?"

After being told, Duan Zhuo felt a faint pain in his stomach. It started when he was called to a meeting in the morning. At that time, he thought it was caused by Qi and blood blockage, but it turned out that he was hungry.

"It seems a little bit, but it's okay."

"Come here." Jiang Sui beckoned to him and pulled the desk chair away.

Duan Zhuo hung his head and walked over without saying a word.

Jiang Sui opened the lid and took a look. The dumplings were completely cold. Fortunately, there was a student pot in the room, which was usually used by Duanzhuo to cook supper. He boiled some hot water to heat the dumplings before taking them out. , put it back in the box.

"Eat something while it's hot."

Duan Zhuo's eyebrows finally lifted up, red blood streaks like crazily growing vines entrenched in his eyes, making people's heart ache.

Jiang Sui held his face and rubbed it a few times: "How much shall I feed you?"

"Yeah." Duan Zhuo pulled the corner of his mouth a little, wrapped around Jiang Sui's waist, and buried his face in his stomach, "Did you see the trending search?"

"Well," Jiang Sui blew on the dumplings, pinched Duan Zhuo's chin, and forced him to raise his head to catch the dumplings, "Those people on the Internet don't know you, and don't know your past, that's why they said that, You don't have to take their words seriously."

Duan Zhuo swallowed the dumplings: "I understand the truth..."

Jiang Suishun smoothed the hair on the back of his head, and continued: "I just feel wronged."

Duan Zhuo didn't say anything else, he ate the dumplings silently, swallowed them, and didn't make any movement from the beginning to the end, the room was as quiet as a desert in the night.

Those harsh and hurtful words appeared in Jiang Sui's mind again. The person hiding behind the screen thoughtfully waved the scepter in his hand, leading groups of obedient people to take up arms and hurt the most innocent souls on moral grounds.

But in the final analysis, you can't say that they did wrong, because they all thought they saw the truth and stood on the side of the truth.

What makes Jiang Sui feel uncomfortable is that such misunderstood and hurt things have been happening all the time, and it will not stop in the future.

Jiang Sui pinched Duan Zhuo's soft earlobe, "But you have to know, this has never been your problem, you can't be discouraged by these remarks, the trending searches will drop, and they will soon be attracted by another topic. After a few months they won't even remember your name."

After a moment of silence, Duan Zhuo said, "But I have no chance."

"Huh?" Jiang Sui didn't quite understand, "What do you mean?"

"The leader talked to me, asked me about my dad, and then told me to go back and take care of the matter. The game will have to wait for their notice..." Duan Zhuo raised his head and said, "I can see it from their eyes. I felt that they didn't fully believe what I said, and even suspected that I knew that my dad took drugs and covered him up."

Jiang Sui was stunned, something collapsed in his world.

"Is there such a thing? Have you explained it clearly to them?"

"It's useless to say everything that can be said, but I can also understand their difficulties. Just like you said, they, like netizens, have never really contacted me and don't understand me. From their point of view ——" Duan Zhuo sighed, "Reducing the damage to the image of the national team is the most important thing, even if it is only possible, they will cut off this possibility. If it were me, it would be difficult for me to rely on a few words Just trust the son of a drug dealer."

Although Duan Zhuo's words were heart-wrenching, they gave Jiang Sui a lot of inspiration. Because he had no real contact and understanding, he didn't believe it. What if everyone saw Duan Zhuo's real past?If there is someone who can prove that everything Duan Zhuo said is true?

Jiang Sui put down his chopsticks, held Duan Zhuo's face in his hands, and kissed him hard: "You wait here for me, don't go anywhere, don't do anything, and don't contact your father."

Duan Zhuo didn't understand, so he grabbed his clothes and said, "Where are you going?"

Jiang Sui already has a rough plan, but he is not sure if this plan will be successful. He is worried about disappointing Duan Zhuo, so he dare not speak too much.

"I'll go back and contact a few friends to see if there is a solution."

Without waiting for Duan Zhuo to ask for details, Jiang Sui swished downstairs, and when he ran downstairs, he heard Duan Zhuo calling him.

He raised his head and poked his head out of the window: "Catch it!"

The light brown scarf fell from upstairs and landed precisely in Jiang Sui's hands. He laughed and shouted backwards: "Wait for my news!"

After taking a taxi back to the Winter Sports Management Center, Jiang Sui went straight to the bedroom on the third floor and turned on the computer.Time was tight and the task was heavy, and he couldn't finish it alone, so he asked Cheng Ziyao to come to the room together.

When Cheng Ziyao heard the news that Duan Zhuo was going to be sent off by the team, he was also very surprised, and spit all over the place: "Just because his father was in prison before, so he can't compete? This is too outrageous. What's the matter, he's swimming Is the team still able to deal drugs? These netizens are really idle, it's none of their business, just spout."

"Now is not the time to complain about netizens. We will have to rely on them to come back." Jiang Sui asked, "Are you still in touch with my senior sister? Ask her if she can help write a clarification press release. Send the material to her."

"Yes," Cheng Ziyao asked with doubts, "About what?"

Jiang Sui suppressed his intense emotions, and said in a deep voice, "How did Duan Zhuo get here in the past ten years?"

Cheng Ziyao tilted his head and asked, "How did you get here?"

Jiang Sui opened the charity's website and said, "I raised it."

When he uttered this sentence, he didn't have much pride, he just felt lucky, because he made a rash decision when he was a child, he and Duan Zhuo planted the seeds of fate, and participated in different stages of Duan Zhuo's growth.

He knew Duan Zhuo, who was 17 years old, and Duan Zhuo, who was seven years old.

Duan Zhuo once described in his thank you email to Mr. J that you were the light that illuminated my gloomy childhood.

Now what he wants to tell Duan Zhuo is that this beam of light has not been extinguished, as long as he needs it, it will definitely appear.

Cheng Ziyao was stunned when he saw the information copied by Jiang Sui. He couldn't close his mouth for a long time. He turned his neck and looked at Jiang Sui: "So, the sister you mentioned at that time was not the real sister, but Duan Zhuo ah?"

"Ah."

"Then you still lied to me that my sister has feelings for you and is playing with me?"

Jiang Sui used two things at once, and blurted out: "Who lied to you."

After a while, I realized what I said, and found that Cheng Ziyao stopped talking, and just stared at him, his pupils widened, as if he had doubts about his words.

Although it was out of date and without any preparations, Jiang Sui confessed straightforwardly.

"I'm dating him."

After Cheng Ziyao listened, his eyes were dull, as if he was seriously digesting the news. After a while, he raised his breath and asked in a very incomprehensible tone: "Is it true?"

"Would you like me to kiss him for you?"

"..." Cheng Ziyao laughed cheaply, "Is it okay?"

Jiang Sui's face was not thin, and he said calmly: "I understand, I will invite you next time."

Cheng Ziyao is like an aunt sitting at the gate of the community enjoying the cool air. She gossips to the extreme, asking about everything from the time and place of the relationship to the progress to the number of kisses, and Jiang Sui also answered them one by one.

Cheng Ziyao pursed his lips, hesitant to speak, Jiang Sui had a premonition that the next question must be related to sexual activities, so he rushed to answer, "It hasn't progressed to that point yet."

"Ah..." Cheng Ziyao suppressed his curiosity, "Sure enough, there is an old saying that is true. Among friends, the ugly ones usually fall in love before the good-looking ones."

Jiang Sui rolled his eyes, ignored him, and continued to search through WeChat chat records. There were a lot of evidence, but there were some ambiguous dialogues interspersed in it. He could only endure the pain and delete it—he knew that after he deleted it, he would I can't find this information anymore, because Duan Zhuo's mobile phone has a small memory, and the cache will be cleared every once in a while.

For the remaining useful information, Jiang Sui collages them into a growth chart.

The content in it is enough to prove that Duan Zhuo has a zero-tolerance attitude towards drug addicts. Giving money to Duan Zhihong is purely out of a son's trust in his father, and it is a responsibility.

Jiang Sui thought for a while, and the person who can prove Duan Zhuo's innocence is Wang Ye, after all, he helped manage the renting of the house.

The information was trivial, and it was quite troublesome to find out all of them. The lights in the room were always on. In the early hours of the morning, the coach knocked on the door and asked why he hadn't rested yet. Jiang Sui and the others were startled and quickly turned off the lights.

Cheng Ziyao was already sleepy, laying on the bed and flashing Jiang Sui, and asked, "Does Brother Zhuo know your other identity?"

"Of course not."

"Why didn't you tell him?"

why not?

This question has different answers at different stages. At first, he just wanted to tease Duan Zhuo. He thought it would be more interesting to chat with dual identities, so that he could see Duan Zhuo's unknown side.

Later, when I talked about love with Duan Zhuo, I felt that there was no need to let him know about it.

He hopes that the love between himself and Duan Zhuo is equal, and he doesn't need Duan Zhuo to treat him with the same attitude as he treats his savior.If he makes Duan Zhuo unhappy one day, he hopes that Duan Zhuo can tell him in time, bravely and sincerely, instead of choosing to bear it silently because of the 9 yuan, this kindness.

What he gave was a hope, not a bondage, and Duan Zhuo never owed him anything.

Cheng Ziyao clicked his tongue twice: "I'm afraid you are not the reincarnation of the good fortune boy?"

"I was discovered by you," Jiang Sui said with a smile, "Start enshrining me next year."

At three o'clock in the morning, Cheng Ziyao was so sleepy that he curled up on Jiang Sui's bed and fell asleep. The sound of snoring hovered in the room, and Jiang Sui yawned several times in a row.

Since arriving in Beijing, his biological clock has always been very regular, and he has never stayed up all night, and now his head is a mess like a mess.

Just when he was about to squat on the table for a while, Cheng Ziyao's cell phone vibrated suddenly.

Cheng Ziyao quickly opened his eyes and opened them as if they were powered on.

"Here we come! Senior sister has finished writing!" He said, forwarding the document to Jiang Sui, "Thousand words and one hundred yuan, she said to treat her to dinner when you go back after the competition."

"What's the problem?" Jiang Sui said with a smile.

As expected of a journalism major, the senior sister hits the nail on the head with her first paragraph, accusing some netizens of blindly following the trend and not being able to think.

When it came to the part about Duan Zhuo's life, the senior sister changed to a very gentle tone, with every word and admonition, even Cheng Ziyao, who has weak empathy, was moved.

"Should we send it out now?" Cheng Ziyao asked.

"No," Jiang Sui said, "not yet."

The next day happened to be a rest day, Jiang Sui took a taxi to the swimming center early, and wanted to explain the situation to Duan Zhuo's head coach, but was told that Coach He was having a meeting for the training mission, so he had to wait at the door of the office.

The corridor was open, without heating, and without glass to block it. The old north wind was blowing down his neck, and he shivered from the cold, wrapping his down jacket tightly.

I don't know why these middle-aged people talked so much. He stood at the door and waited for almost two hours before the meeting ended.

The man in the gray suit came out first, followed by many others. Jiang Sui was taken aback. He thought it was the team leader and coaches having a small meeting, but he didn't expect the director and secretary of the sports bureau to be there. .

"Are you that... hiss..." The director with thick eyebrows and big eyes looked at Jiang Sui and thought for a while, "That short track speed skater, right?"

Jiang Suiyixi: "Do you remember me?"

"Have you ever fallen before? You hurt your waist, right?"

"Ah..." I didn't expect to be remembered by the leader in this way, Jiang Sui scratched his head, "I fell, it happened several years ago."

The director looked him up and down: "How are you doing now?"

"It's almost better, otherwise I wouldn't be able to come to Beijing for training."

The director smiled slightly: "If you don't stay in your own base, what are you doing here?"

After Jiang Sui explained the reason, Director Wang pushed the office door open again: "Come in and tell, your nose is red from the cold."

The window of the office is also facing a track and field field. The sun has softened the overnight snow, leaving puddles of irregular water marks on the runway.

Duan Zhuo's figure appeared on the runway.

Although he is not sure whether he can go to Qinghai and represent the Chinese team, his body has adapted and is used to the daily high-intensity training, which made him feel as uncomfortable as if he hadn’t eaten.

He ran up and followed the last of the team, with his head slightly lowered, looking at the wet ground.

Jiang Sui stood by the window, looked away from the playground, looked at the director and said, "I don't think anyone in this world understands Duan Zhuo better than me."