Thousands of silence

The sound of summer insects came from outside the window, and the girl sitting in front of the bedroom window was immersed in a set of test papers, the title of which was the fourth simulation.Sitting behind her is a middle-aged woman, wearing thick myopia glasses, wearing flesh-colored stockings and black sandals, her long curly hair makes her eyes very bright, she is fanning the wind with a book while staring at the bed .

The woman is a tutor hired by Ren Ran to supervise Zhuang Xiaoque's study every day, and the college entrance examination will be in three days.

The person lying on the bed had gauze wrapped around his head, his face was pale, his eyes were slightly closed, and his white fingers were shaking slightly outside the quilt, as if he was waking up.

Half a month ago, he had just had his last brain surgery. The doctor said that he would wake up in a few days, but he still couldn't fully recover.As early as two or three years ago, he had already experienced symptoms of depression, often anxious, delusional that he was terminally ill, and suspicious of people and things around him...

Zhuang Xiaoque must watch over him until he wakes up, and he doesn't even leave the hospital for exam review.

"Teacher, I'm done."

Zhuang Xiaoque's words brought back the eyes of the teacher who was lingering on the bed. She walked to the table with her arms folded, picked up the test paper and looked at it, and the corners of her mouth twitched when she saw the ancient poems filling in the blanks.

"Su Zi is stunned, sitting upright and asking the guest..." She showed a headache expression, gritted her teeth and shouted in surprise: "Who am I or Xu Gongmei?"

Zhuang Xiaoque looked bewildered and spread his hands.

The teacher is even more helpless.

"Let me ask you." The teacher suddenly became serious, and asked solemnly, "What is the title of the article 'Wu Shi and Xu Gongmei'?"

Zhuang Xiaoque thought for a while, then shook his head.

"Zou Ji satirizes the King of Qi and accepts advice!"

"Oh, I remember."

"Is this Zou Ji related to Su Shi?" The teacher raised his voice and asked in a sarcastic tone.

"No!" Zhuang Xiaoque said calmly, "One is for horse racing, and the other is for writing poetry."

"...Tian Ji is the one who races the horses!" The teacher yelled this sentence almost roaringly, stuffed the test paper into the bag and said, "Okay, that's it for today, you, fill in the blanks and copy the ancient poems I summarized for you at night, tomorrow examine."

Zhuang Xiaoque didn't resist too much, just curled his lips, and then watched the teacher leave the ward. Before leaving, the teacher raised his eyebrows and warned her: "If you can't get 400 points in this set of test papers, you will have to do it in a few days." Don't try to sleep!"

After speaking, she strode away.

Although she couldn't get into Fan Ziqian's university with a score of 400, Zhuang Xiaoque had already tried her best, and her total score had been hovering around 300 before.

And at this moment, Xi Nian spent a class time under Leng Qiaochen's contemptuous gaze. Whenever he mentioned the postgraduate entrance examination or graduation these days, he would give Xi Nian a hard look. It looked like nothing had anything to do with him, and Leng Qiaochen became angry when he saw it.

Once again, Xi Nian quietly followed Leng Qiaochen back home, completely unaware of Brother Jiao Tan who followed them all the way.

Oh, forgot to mention, it's night.

Brother Coke's black clothes and skin melted into the deep darkness together. He held his withdrawal procedures in his hand and wanted to tell Xi Nian himself.

Seeing Xi Nian and Leng Qiaochen walk into the stairwell, Liu Cenjin didn't follow. He stood under their bedroom, watching the window suddenly turned on, and a fresh white appeared beside the window. He opened the window. The window, but was quickly closed by another person, who was shirtless, put his arm around Xi Nian's waist from behind, and kissed his neck.

Seeing this scene, Liu Cenjin's heart was cold. He opened his mouth and tried to breathe, but found a colder and heavier wind pouring into his chest.He is not jealous, not disappointed, not sad, but heartbroken.

Xi Nian's beautiful face appeared in front of the window with a haggard sense of happiness, and his hand was pressed against the glass, so pale and bloodless.He was completely lost in the man's arms, like a mindless creature whose life had only one purpose.

Liu Cenjin's brow furrowed into a pimple, and the thing in his hand was pinched until it rattled.

You live only for love.

He turns and walks away.

I am only for you.He said silently in his heart.

Xi Nian's forehead was stuck to the cold glass, and the bangs still hurt.Looking up, he saw the back of a person leaving, the tall and solid body of that person looked extremely desolate under the yellow halo of the street lamp.Xi Nian's heart was suddenly stabbed by something, he quickly turned around, wrapped his arms around Leng Qiaochen's waist, and buried his head in his arms.

"What's wrong with you?" Leng Qiaochen asked.

Xi Nian raised his head, his eyes were a little red, his face was full of guilt and uneasiness, that person's overpaying made him accumulate too much pressure.At this moment, he really wanted to disappear from here with the man in front of him.

"Will you take me away after graduation?" Xi Nian asked.

"Where?"

"Anywhere." His voice was soft and sad. "I'm tired," he said.

"Xi Nian." Leng Qiaochen's eyes also became sad, and his glasses showed Xi Nian's frowning, which was so beautiful.He lightly touched the face with his fingers: "I'm tired too."

After a long time, Xi Nian let go of the man's hand and said, "Liu Cenjin dropped out of school, I heard from his class."

Leng Qiaochen immediately put away the sadness on his face, and returned to his expressionless face: "Oh, that's the best."

Xi Nian sighed, his eyes turned sad.

"Don't look at me like that, it's disgusting." Leng Qiaochen said.

After hearing this, Xi Nian gave a haggard smile, "Well, the eyes of a bitch are disgusting."

"Do you still have self-esteem?" Leng Qiaochen asked coldly.

"I don't care if I have self-esteem or not, you care too much." Xi Nian said harshly, "Teacher Leng."

"Don't call me that." Leng Qiaochen said, his hands began to tremble, his voice was no longer calm and cold, and he was about to lose control again.

Xi Nian sneered and said with wide eyes, "You want to hit me again, don't you?"

Leng Qiaochen tried his best to control the irritability in his heart, and said with a terrifying sneer, "I want to fuck you."

After hearing this, Xi Nian's face turned ugly, and he lowered his eyes, looking at his feet, "Beast." He cursed faintly.

"That's right, I'm a beast." Leng Qiaochen moved closer to Xi Nian, raised his chin with his hands, straightened his face amidst his constant resistance, looked into his eyes, and said contemptuously: " Xi Nian, weren’t you a straight man before? How could you accept a man? You said, your cheap looks on the bed are all fake? When you said you loved me, did you feel very disgusting in your heart? "

Xi Nian's head kept breaking free from the control of his hands, his lips were trembling, and tears were about to burst out, these words hurt his heart so much.

"Why didn't you speak?"

Xi Nian shook his head, choked up and said, "Why did you let him drop out?"

"Why did you delete my stuff?"

Xi Nian froze for a moment, and understood what he was referring to. A few days ago, he saw a half-written material stored in Leng Qiaochen's computer, which was Liu Cenjin's professional dismissal notice.He secretly deleted the material.

"Didn't you rewrite it again?" Xi Nian said coldly.

"I let him drop out of school, which is good for you."

"It's you who benefit the most, right?"

Leng Qiaochen didn't speak anymore, these days, he has lost patience with Xi Nian, they get along in a weird way, hugging each other one second, but can speak ill at each other naturally the next second.

They sometimes want to stab each other with a knife, but they can still love each other too much.

Leng Qiaochen stretched out his long and slender arms, pulled the curtains shut, and leaned against Xi Nian's ear. His hot breath hit Xi Nian's ear, and he heard a voice that was so deep that it seemed to come from the depths of hell.

"You're mine now," he said.

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