he is a transparent person

The trip of three days and two nights ended in a blink of an eye.

The night before they left, He Ming and Jiang Yao didn't go anywhere, they just stayed in the room and felt satisfied just hugging each other quietly.

This journey made the relationship between the two of them heat up quickly. Jiang Yao is actually a bit of a dependent personality, and he is very reluctant to part with He Ming. He buried his head in He Ming's neck, smelling the other's breath, Looking forward to the sun rising later tomorrow.

He even hoped that the other party could really go home with him, but he also knew that this was unrealistic. After all, He Ming hadn't seen his mother for more than half a year, and it was impossible to let his only relative spend the New Year at home alone.

After twelve o'clock, Jiang Yao couldn't stand it anymore, his eyelids were fighting up and down, but he still murmured, "Don't let me fall asleep..."

He Ming put his palm lightly on his back, pressed against his forehead, and spoke in a low voice.

The soft voice was like a lullaby to sleep, Jiang Yao couldn't resist the drowsiness after all, and fell asleep in He Ming's arms.

He Ming stared down at the delicate sleeping facial features, as if realizing that this person would leave him as long as he let go, his arms slowly tightened, and the other person was held breathless by him, and unconsciously let out a sigh. A low hum of protest.

He clasped the soft body with ten fingers, and then let go of the shackles.

He Ming seems to have the chance to win, but in this relationship, he is more afraid of losing than anyone else.

He knew that Jiang Yao was not alone in his heart, and he was not as magnanimous as he imagined—whether Jiang Yao would run to Xie Zhijin again as long as he was out of sight?

Can the journey not end and let Jiang Yao just look at him for a longer time?

But no matter how much you linger, the morning sun will still come on time the next day.

When Jiang Yao entered the station entrance, he turned his head three times at a step. The young man was standing in the golden sunshine, which was extremely dazzling. But when he thought that He Ming had accepted a few exhibitions in the shopping mall and couldn't go home, his heart was like a messed up paper. , unspeakably uncomfortable.

Jiang Yao was seated by the window, looking at the constantly passing scenery outside the window, he couldn't help recalling his childhood with He Ming.

After becoming good friends with He Ming, Jiang Yao took He Ming home more than once.

At that time, He Ming was a small, white and thin man, wearing his school uniform loosely on his body. He always had a sullen little face, showing a bit of stubbornness.

Jiang Yao vowed to make the little white flower thrive, not only feeding milk and bread to He Ming, but also came up with the idea of ​​taking He Ming home for dinner.

Jiang's father and mother's control over Jiang Yao is very strict. Jiang Yao has to report every friend he makes, but Jiang Yao is introverted and has very few friends. He rarely introduces friends to his parents. , It was the first time he brought a friend back to meet his parents.

He Ming was even more anxious than him, and followed behind him and called uncle and aunt in a low voice.

He Ming is beautiful, with a gentle personality, and because of his family, he is really lovable.

Jiang's father and Jiang's mother expressed regret when they learned of He Ming's experience, and they acquiesced in Jiang Yao's taking people home many times.

Although at that time Jiang Yao always heard his mother say things like "He Ming is so pitiful and his grades are good, you should cherish your life and study hard", but watching He Ming's face become radiant day by day, these words Words that make your ears callous are nothing.

In the second semester of the fourth grade, He's mother finally made up her mind to divorce He's father, and He Ming's always gloomy little face gradually became more smiling.

Jiang Yao was also sincerely happy for He Ming. He was still young at that time, and influenced by the people around him, he felt that a child without a father was very pitiful. On the contrary, it is a great joy.

But what he didn't expect was that He Ming lost his father, and he also lost a friend.

On the day He Ming moved away with his mother, Jiang Yao went to see him off.

He looked at He Ming squeezed into the large and small luggage, and bid farewell to He Ming choked up.

He Ming poked his head out of the back window and asked him with red eyes, "Jiang Yao, will you remember me?"

Jiang Yao nodded vigorously, "I will."

On the night of sending He Ming away, Jiang Yao ate dinner and burst into tears after realizing it.

His only friend was gone, and he was alone again.

Jiang Yao has been depressed for a long time, but life still has to go on. He has to try his best to fulfill the expectations of his parents. Just to maintain the top grades, he has to exhaust a lot of energy.

He never knew that he was not a smart kid in the eyes of his parents.

From childhood to adulthood, the most frequently heard comments from parents are who’s child’s place in the exam and what awards he won. He doesn’t want to disappoint his parents, so he can only work harder, work harder, and work harder.

As time goes by, He Ming, a childhood playmate, is gradually squeezed into a corner by the heavy pressure, leaving only a vague shadow.

It wasn't until meeting He Ming again at University A that those profound memories came alive little by little.

The train is running at high speed, and the scenery outside the window is constantly changing——

Jiang Yao failed to keep his promise when he was a child, but he will never forget He Ming again.

He took out his mobile phone and sent a message to He Ming, three short words, with deep affection, "I miss you."

I really want to take He Ming along.

Taking He Ming home like when I was a child, I gave him all the food I thought was the best, and I was happy just looking at He Ming's smiling face.

"I miss you as well."

Not every sentence in this world I think you can get a response.

But He Ming would never let Jiang Yao sing a one-man show.

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Jiang Yao dragged his suitcase out of the noisy high-speed rail station.

Father Jiang was already waiting for him outside. He put his luggage in the trunk and sat in the passenger seat.

The father and son hadn't seen each other for a few months, and it was his first time to go back home on vacation from college. There were many topics to talk about. Halfway through the conversation, Father Jiang said, "Zhijin originally wanted to come pick you up with me, but he has a high fever. Well, I didn't let him follow."

Jiang Yao's throat suddenly seemed to be stuffed with cotton, and he asked in surprise, "Is Xie Zhijin sick?"

"Yeah," Jiang's father turned the steering wheel, and the car drove into a familiar street, "You two are really weird, you bought all the tickets for Uncle Xie, but you didn't use any of them, Zhijin came back last night , I don’t know what’s going on, I got a fever as soon as I came back, and I just wanted to pick you up, if you hadn’t stopped Aunt Xie, I would be in the car right now.”

Jiang Yao suddenly felt a little restless, and said in a low voice, "Why didn't he come back last night?"

"I don't know about this. There is no discussion or amount for one or two. Let the parents worry about it..."

Jiang Yao didn't listen to Jiang's father much, and slowly clenched his hands on his lap.

During his travels, he basically used He Ming's mobile phone to contact his family. Most of the time, his own mobile phone was in airplane mode, and no one would contact him anyway, except...

Until he got off the car and entered the community, Jiang's father was still struggling with Jiang Yao's self-advised trip. Jiang Yao listened to the training with his head down, and when he looked up, he was caught off guard by Xie Zhijin who was standing at the entrance of the building.

In the winter of more than one month, the north wind raged, Xie Zhijin stood in the cold wind like a handful of snow, his stern face showed a sickly whiteness, and his eyes were dark and dark like a dry well that had been abandoned for many days, but he was seeing him again. If there is flowing water injected into Jiangyao, there will be a momentary vitality, but it is only a blink of an eye, and the ancient well will become dry again.

It's just that we haven't seen each other for a few days, but Xie Zhijin seems to be suffering from an incurable disease, which makes Jiang Yao tremble with fear.

His footsteps stopped, Jiang's father took a few steps, saw him not moving, urged, "What are you doing in a daze, your mother is still waiting for you at home, hurry up," and said to Xie Zhijin, "Don't stand here too Let the air blow and go back quickly."

Xie Zhijin just stared deeply at Jiang Yao.

Jiang Yao clenched the suitcase tightly and walked up slowly. In front of his father, he and Xie Zhijin didn't have much to say, so he said in a hoarse voice, "Let's go."

Xie Zhijin seemed to be touched by our word, and suddenly grabbed Jiang Yao's wrist.

Jiang Yao was so shocked that he went to see Jiang's father, but failed to vape outside, while Xie Zhijin had already pulled him in.

Jiang's father didn't say anything to Xie Zhijin holding Jiang Yao's hand, and he entered the elevator and said, "It's hard for you to come out to pick up Jiang Yao, but you still have to do a good job of keeping warm when you go back. Take illness seriously, but you will suffer when you are old.”

He was obviously hot, but Xie Zhijin's fingers were as cold as ice springs. Jiang Yao was frozen into a layer of small particles, and he still couldn't break free.

The strange thing was that Xie Zhijin, who was always polite, didn't answer Father Jiang's words, but just stared at Jiang Yao blindly. Jiang Yao couldn't bear his heavy gaze, so he stiffened his hair and stopped struggling.

The elevator stopped, Jiang Yao wanted to go out, but Xie Zhijin still refused to let go.

Father Jiang wondered, "What's wrong?"

Xie Zhijin took Jiang Yao's suitcase and handed it to Father Jiang, and finally spoke, his voice seemed to be full of gravel, completely lost his usual clarity, "Uncle, I have a word with Jiang Yao."

Jiang Yao didn't know what Xie Zhijin was going to do, and was afraid that Jiang's father would notice something was wrong, so he hesitated, "Dad, I'll go back soon."

"Don't talk too long, your mother has stewed isinglass chicken soup waiting for you to eat."

The elevator door slowly closed.

Jiang Yao turned his eyes, "You want..."

As soon as he uttered a sound, Xie Zhijin hugged him suddenly without any warning, and he couldn't avoid it in time, and was drawn into a dry and refreshing embrace.

Xie Zhijin hugged him so hard, crossing his arms around his entire back, pressing him down heavily, and fitting them together tightly.

In the ear is Xie Zhijin's rising and falling breathing.

In just a few seconds, Jiang Yao lost all senses, and the elevator dinged and reached the destination floor again.

Thinking that there might be someone outside the elevator, maybe even Xie Zhijin's family, Jiang Yao pushed Xie Zhijin away in horror.

Unexpectedly, hugging Jiang Yao seemed to have exhausted Xie Zhijin's strength, and being pushed by Jiang Yao in such a way, Xie Zhijin bumped into the inner wall of the elevator with a bang, and even knocked his head on the cold inner wall.

Jiang Yao looked at Xie Zhijin's face as white as snow, and then remembered that the other party was a patient with a persistent high fever, and panicked, "I didn't mean it..."

He went to help Xie Zhijin, and as soon as he touched the other's hand, Xie Zhijin quickly grabbed his wrist back, as if using a small amount of spare strength, grabbing him was painful.

Jiang Yao met Xie Zhijin's eyes, the dark pupils were as calm as before the storm, and it was almost conceivable what kind of lightning and thunder was secretly surging inside.

He was a little afraid of such Xie Zhijin, who was too unfamiliar and too aggressive, so he couldn't help taking a step back.

Xie Zhijin pursed his lips and rushed forward to hug Jiang Yao. The two stumbled out of the elevator, but fortunately there was no one else on the floor.

Jiang Yao heard Xie Zhijin's panting voice, "Jiang Yao, don't be afraid of me."

Under the force, there is a little subtle, imperceptible pleading.

Jiang Yao clenched his fists in shock, but after Xie Zhijin said this, he could no longer support his sick body, and suddenly fell on Jiang Yao and lost consciousness.

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