To rely on others is to promise each other

It's not that Pei Shanqing repented and didn't want to pick it up, but was temporarily notified that he had to make up a class in the evening. If he made a big detour to pick up Jiang Yubai home, he might be late for class.

Pei Shanqing, who had just finished class, was flooded with notification messages, and he was agitated after he hadn't slept well, and mechanically replied one by one like a programmed robot: "Okay, received." Of course, it included Jiang Yubai's "polite" news.

Jiang Yubai took a deep breath, and threw the phone into the corner of the table hole as if venting his anger. The shell hit the metal inner wall and made a sound.

Jiang Yubai glanced at the unaware teacher in front of him, put on his usual gentle smile, and apologized to his deskmate in the same whisper.

The exercises between classes took a long time. Jiang Yubai hid in the classroom with the excuse of a cold and did not go out. After drinking the hot water in the thermos slowly, he got up and went to the bathroom on the other side of the corridor.

It's just that before he opened the door and went in, the bad words in the tone reached his ears earlier - "How can you go out and talk nonsense? We just want to make friends with you, who bullied you?"

This kind of drama is not uncommon in the school. Jiang Yubai stood at the door, and the sunlight from the window at the end illuminated half of Jiang Yubai's face, and the fine hairs on his face could almost be seen clearly.

He listened for a while, and finally chose to go in. The moment the door opened, the people in the corner were silent, and they breathed a sigh of relief when they saw Qing Jiang Yubai's appearance.

The tall man at the head burst out laughing, and said teasingly, "Yo, I thought it was the dean, but it turned out to be our weak student bully."

Jiang Yubai vaguely remembered that they were in the class next door, and they were often arrested for skipping classes. In his opinion, being arrested for this reason was really ignorant.

Jiang Yubai lowered his eyes and remained silent, ignoring the help-seeking gaze from the man surrounded by him, and went straight to the farthest compartment from them, opened the door and entered.

The people outside seemed to have found a new joy, so they stood at the door and talked to him relentlessly: "Xueba, I heard that you have a cold, what's the matter?"

Jiang Yubai fastened his trouser belt slowly with his slender fingers, and replied amidst the sound of pumping water from the water tank, "It rained a little."

Jiang Yubai didn't come back from abroad until he was in junior high school. This kind of experience that others can't envy, may bring envy or jealousy.He knew that when he asked for leave not long ago, the news of his parents' death had spread throughout the school, and those who usually disliked him would naturally not let go of any opportunity to embarrass him.

But Jiang Yubai stubbornly thought that this would not give him a different chance?

The moment Jiang Yubai opened the door, he reached out and grabbed the mop placed by the wall, lifted it upwards, and firmly held it against the oncoming bucket. Wet trousers.

Jiang Yubai glanced around at the people present, and raised his voice to ask, "What is this for?"

The four who made the attack burst into laughter and said hypocritically, "I'm sorry, I saw something dirty on the door just now, and I wanted to splash water to get rid of it, but you just came out."

Jiang Yubai ignored him, threw away the mop and went straight to the sink, and turned on the tap to wash his hands.

It's a pity that the sound of splashing water did not cover up the words of others, and it took root in Jiang Yubai's ears: "Tch, my parents are still living under the fence after they die. Who are you looking for?"

Jiang Yubai turned his head and looked at the classmate who spoke rudely for a moment, then grabbed the mop pole with his hand back, made a sharp turn, and hit him directly on the knee, and the iron bucket fell to the ground with a clang.

"Stupid."

Jiang Yubai cursed, kicked one of the accomplices who rushed forward, and quickly bent his elbows to block the punching fists, firmly gaining the upper hand with his extraordinary close combat skills.

The faces of the people on the opposite side were stained, and the most serious nosebleed could not be stopped. They huddled together in embarrassment, and said to Jiang Yubai who was approaching every step of the way: "The exercise between classes is about to end, you Let’s find the director again.”

Jiang Yu straightened his sleeves without changing his face, and asked, "Oh? Do you think he would believe that a weak, unarmed and good student can fight four with one, and beat you idle bastards?"

Their eyes were focused on the neglected original bullying protagonist, and Jiang Yubai looked at him no exception: "Student Cheng Guo? I remember correctly, right?"

Cheng Guo nodded hastily, raised four fingers and swore together: "I testify that classmate Jiang Yubai didn't do anything, they accidentally knocked on them themselves."

Jiang Yubai hummed in satisfaction, raised the dirty and smelly end of the mop and scratched the faces of the four of them, and said extremely kind words: "We are friends, right?"

The four of them nodded their heads like chickens pecking at rice, squatted on the ground leaning against the wall, and raised their hands above their heads, indicating that they had no intention of resisting.

There were noisy voices in the corridor, and Jiang Yubai estimated that it was time to leave the scene, and Cheng Guo, who shrank in the corner, waved: "Let's go."

In the following physical education class, Jiang Yubai sat in the stands wrapped in a coat, took the soda handed over by Cheng Guo, stroked the water mist on the bottle with his fingertips, and casually handed out the words: "Do they often bully you?"

"Well, it's just asking for money, and I'll beat and scold a few more by the way." Cheng Guo sat beside him, pushed the mirror frame on the bridge of his nose, and said, "Thank you just now, I thought you didn't remember who I am, and didn't Thinking of you..." Then I can fight.

Jiang Yubai looked back in disbelief and asked, "Aren't we classmates?"

"But you look like the type who doesn't listen to things outside the window and only reads sage books." Cheng Guo pointed to him, and then pointed to himself, "It's not the same kind of person as me."

"Oh? Then what kind are you?" Jiang Yubai asked casually, raised his head and took a sip of soda, the cold liquid passed through his throat, relieving a lot of pain.

"The grades are in the middle and lower reaches, and the social interaction is not good. The teacher's eyes are small and transparent, and the parents' eyes are useless." Cheng Guo analyzed himself, and laughed at himself as he spoke, "I even went back and told my parents that I was abused by others." If you are bullied, you will be picked on."

"So? What would a normal parent do?" Jiang Yubai became interested and continued to ask.

"Well... I think I will at least care about the pain of the injured area first, right?" Cheng Guo said, "Be kinder, and I will help you apply the bruises on your body again, to reassure you that everything will be fine."

Jiang Yubai was silent thoughtfully, while Cheng Guo gently rolled up his sleeves and showed him the scars on his arms, "Look, my parents won't ask, although I'm sorry to say so Their nurturing grace, but I still feel that maybe they don’t love me at all.”

Jiang Yubai glanced at those bruised and purple marks, and asked a strange question: "Is your arm injured only?"

Cheng Guo was stunned for a moment, and said, "There are also backs, it depends on how they attack."

Jiang Yubai suddenly realized, slapped his forehead, stood up and walked towards the teaching building, Cheng Guo called him behind him, and got his vague concern: "No one else will give you medicine, go buy a bottle yourself."

Cheng Guo squinted his eyes under the dazzling sunlight, looking at Jiang Yubai's back, he always felt that he seemed to be quite happy after the fight...

When Pei Shanqing came home at night, he happened to see Jiang Yubai packing up the takeaway boxes on the dining table, and took a glance at the receipt on it, "Will you be full with just one porridge?"

"The throat hurts, and I can't eat anything else." Jiang Yubai smiled and said, "Have you had dinner, brother?"

Pei Shanqing took off his coat and put it on the back of the sofa, and replied: "I ate some in the cafeteria with my friends. It was too oily and salty, so I might as well go home and cook."

Sometimes Jiang Yubai is not the type to chat very well, silently throws the takeaway box into the trash can in the kitchen, and when he comes out, Pei Shanqing stuffs a glass of water in his hand.

"Drink plenty of water when you have a cold, and wait half an hour before taking medicine." Pei Shanqing said, turned around and approached the tea table to pour himself a cup, and sat on the sofa to drink water.

Jiang Yubai drank enough water today, but he still sipped the warm water obediently, staring at Pei Shanqing, watching the curvature of his neck when he raised his head to drink water, and the Adam's apple sliding up and down when he swallowed.

"What about the materials you bought for me?" Jiang Yubai asked.

Pei Shanqing remembered what he said for the sake of clichés, and suddenly choked on the water and coughed, took the paper from Jiang Yubai, wiped off the water stains overflowing from his lips, and said with a sneer: "You are not biased, just Don't waste my pocket money?"

Jiang Yubai lowered his head in frustration, and Pei Shanqing was annoyed at his indiscretion, and added: "Your grades are so good, if you have this money, it's better to save it for you to buy other things."

Jiang Yubai's mood fluctuated on the vertical axis following Pei Shanqing's words, drawing a messy curve with an unknown trend, and it was like a heart rate chart with many changes.

"Really? What to buy?" Jiang Yubai gained a lot of wisdom from the pitfalls, and chose to take the initiative this time, "Actually, anything is fine, it doesn't need to be expensive."

Pei Shanqing felt a little indescribably happy about the ups and downs in his mood because of his own words, and after thinking for a few seconds, he said: "You will know when the nearest festival comes."

Jiang Yubai was in a good mood, and followed him step by step into the bedroom. Pei Shanqing asked him again, "Have you finished your homework?"

"It's finished." Jiang Yubai pursed his lips, watching him take a change of clothes and go to the bathroom to take a shower, took the opportunity to open the cabinet to find the bedding, and made the floor bedding thoughtfully.

Pei Shanqing brushed his hair and walked into the room after a while. The sporadic drops of water on his neck reflected the luster. Jiang Yubai sat on the floor and smiled at him and said, "Brother, I'll sleep on the floor tonight."

Only then did Pei Shanqing remember that he forgot to call the property manager to repair the windows. He thought that Jiang Yubai had a cold and would easily get a fever when he slept on the floor, but he couldn't help him, so he had to add a thicker quilt for him.

Jiang Yubai lay flat, pulled the quilt over the tip of his nose, only showing a pair of wandering eyes, and whispered to him, "Good night, brother."

Pei Shanqing leaned his body and looked at him, there was a moment of trance in those ignorant and innocent eyes, and then his fingertips touched the switch embedded in the wall, calming his beating heart in the falling darkness.

Pei Shanqing didn't sleep soundly, maybe it was Ji Xiao's words that quietly planted a seed, which grew up in the dark, firmly restraining his mind, no matter how far away he was.

He was half out of the blank dream, turned over and tried to hypnotize himself to continue to sleep, but heard a loud noise, as if something fell to the ground.

Pei Shanqing sat up in shock, and saw Jiang Yubai's panicked figure through the moonlight through the gap in the curtains. He was half bent, holding the culprit who made the sound, a nanmu ornament placed at the corner of the table.

"Brother, I'm sorry, I woke you up."

Jiang Yubai's voice was a little soft, mixed with some imperceptible sobs, Pei Shanqing caught that point keenly, and blinked to look at his expression.

Jiang Yubai also found that Pei Shanqing was staring at him, looked back blankly, slowly closed and opened his eyes, and the cycle repeated.

The tears in the eye sockets overflowed with the blinking action, and the water shone under the eyelids, and the teardrops ran across the cheeks, like the traces left by a comet passing through the night sky, which was hard to ignore.

Pei Shanqing's eyes followed the tears to his slightly parted lips, swallowed unconsciously, and asked with difficulty: "What's wrong with you? Is there something wrong?"

Jiang Yubai put the ornament back in place, his eyelashes fluttered like flexible butterfly wings, and whispered, "I... I had a nightmare, I remembered to take the paper, and accidentally touched the ornament, I'm sorry."

His tears flowed down like a tumbling river, and Pei Shanqing's line of defense was the last embankment, which completely collapsed under the surging tide.

Pei Shanqing sat in front of him, grabbed Jiang Yubai's wrist and tugged towards him, making him stand between his legs, then reached out to wipe the tears on his face, and said helplessly.

"You still love to cry so much, Jiang Yubai."

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