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The day suddenly became hot and stuffy, making people feel irritable unconsciously.

But Yang Siyuan's family suddenly calmed down.

After several days of endless quarreling, there were two or three days of cold war, and then Chen Limei and Yang Jianxin returned to normal life as if they had lost their memory.

Yang Siyuan wasn't sure if there was some misunderstanding among them before, because he didn't hear anything.

It's just that this kind of situation is not once or twice. If you have to guess and ask thoroughly every time, the family may never be peaceful.Moreover, he has also become numb.

He didn't know which day he was in his teenage years, but he understood that some things should always be vague.

Normal Yang Jianxin and Chen Limei look like model enlightened parents.

Yang Jianxin commutes to and from get off work in a regular manner, with a kind smile on his face, and his words are gentle.Chen Limei is usually a cheerful and kind mother.

Yang Siyuan just regarded himself as a muddled dream, and continued to learn how to be their excellent son.

This method works very well and can make their family look happy and happy.

Yang Siyuan has been doing this for more than ten years and has never made a mistake.

But experience told him that this time is the best time to talk to them about serious matters that he would not normally have the opportunity to talk about, so he planned for a few days, and finally settled on a rhetoric to persuade them to let him enter the Academy of Fine Arts.

But Li Yu'an still went back and forth to work as usual, and Yang Siyuan didn't ask, so he didn't mention anything about his family.

It's just that Yang Siyuan went to the fried noodle shop a lot less recently, most of the time it was Chen Miao waiting for Li Yu'an to get off work.

Li Yu'an already knew what Chen Miao would do, but he didn't know how to deal with it.

In a daze, he seemed to be dragged forward by Chen Miao, but he didn't know what was ahead.

On a day when the high temperature hit, Chen Miao waited for Li Yu'an with her chin in her mouth and a straw in her mouth.

Seeing the boy who replaced the "Little Rabbit" approaching, Chen Miao waved and asked, "Get off work?"

Li Yu'an nodded and answered.

"Let's go." Chen Miao smiled sweetly at him.

No boy could escape Chen Miao's smile.It's just that Li Yu'an seldom looked directly at her. Chen Miao's eyes were too warm and clean. How could he allow him to look directly at her with such eyes?

The two walked side by side in the shade, shoulder to shoulder and very close to each other. While walking, Chen Miao turned her head to see if there was a taxi available.

The place is too remote, there are few cars, the two of us can only walk slowly and wait.

"Don't take the car." When Chen Miao stretched her neck to look, Li Yu'an suddenly said.

"Ah? What's the matter?" Chen Miao turned her head when she heard the words, then stared at the blemishes on his forehead that had disappeared a lot, and said, "Why haven't you fully healed yet? It's been days."

She subconsciously reached out to touch it, Li Yuan was startled, and immediately turned her head away.Chen Miao didn't feel embarrassed, she smiled softly and turned her hands away.

Li Yu'an remembered how Chen Miao was angry and sad when she first saw the bag on his head, and asked him what happened with red eyes.It was the first time he encountered such a situation, and now he still had lingering fears and dared not answer.

"You can just walk, you don't need to spend any more money." Li Yu'an avoided the question and explained dully.

His mouth is stupid, he can't express, and the words he speaks just change their taste.He originally meant that he didn't want Chen Miao to spend any more money on him. These days, as long as Chen Miao came to the store to wait for him, the two of them would definitely take a taxi back home, and Chen Miao had to pay both of them for the taxi fare. I can't beat her.

Chen Miao had already figured out his careful thinking.She leaned her head slightly to look at him with raised eyebrows, and teased: "But it's too hot, girls are afraid of the sun."

She was looking at Li Yu'an in a daze for fun, and was just teasing him, but Li Yu'an stopped when he heard it.

"Then...don't go, just here, just wait here. But I will pay the fare, otherwise I won't take the ride." He turned around and took two steps back, leaving some shade for Chen Miao.

Chen Miao couldn't help but laugh, and while looking at Li Yu'an with a dazed face, she walked over and stood beside him.

When Li Yu'an said to wait here, he really stood there obediently, not moving.

Chen Miao secretly looked up at him.

The weather was too hot, and he had been busy all afternoon. There were beads of sweat hanging on the ends of his hair, and his face was also sweating slightly.He was probably in a daze, without blinking, just looking straight ahead.Chen Miao remembered that when he was not busy, he seemed to be like this all the time, as if he had lost his soul, and it seemed that he had never had a soul.

It's a pretty face, but why can't you smile?Chen Miao thought.

Then the matter about his parents crashed into Chen Miao's brain again, her heart sank suddenly, she silently lowered her head.

If it were me, I wouldn't laugh either.she thought again.

"The car is here." She was in a daze when she heard Li Yu'an say.

Chen Miao has been trying her best to forget about that incident, and chatted with Li Yu'an every day as if she was whitewashing the peace.But the impact of that incident was too great after all, just a flash of her mind today could make her remember it verbatim, as if she had been lingering.

For the first time, Chen Miao finally agreed to let Li Yu'an pay the fare.

Same as the previous few days, Chen Miao went home after Li Yu'an went downstairs to Yang Siyuan and got off.

Li Yu'an was puzzled at first, he always thought that Chen Miao was going to Yang Siyuan's house too.When he finally opened his mouth to ask, Chen Miao just smiled slyly and said: "When their family quarreled, it would be a disaster if someone else went. I sent you here because I was chasing you." After finishing speaking, Chen Miao walked away. Go, leaving Li Yuan with a headache.

It was almost 01:30, Li Yuan looked down at his watch, and quickened his pace upstairs.

He knocked on the door, but didn't hear the familiar "come".

Not at home?

He tapped a few more times, a little more forcefully.

After waiting for a while, no one came. He thought that maybe Yang Siyuan had something to do and didn't have time to tell him, so he planned to send him a text message and return.

Before taking out the phone, the door opened with a "squeak".

He looked up and was suddenly stunned.

That was Yang Siyuan, but not Yang Siyuan.

Short black hair, dark brown pupils, light lips - this is Yang Siyuan.

Frizzy hairstyle, drooping eyes, downturned corners of the mouth - this is not Yang Siyuan.

He wasn't even properly dressed, a T-shirt stuck in his trousers, a belt hanging loose, and flip flops on.

Decadent, powerless, heavy, fragile...

"You..." Li Yu'an walked in and couldn't help asking.

However, Yang Siyuan interrupted him directly: "If you don't like it, just come in."

Hearing this, Li Yu'an frowned, he didn't understand what it meant, but he knew something must have happened to Yang Siyuan.

Yang Siyuan moved in front of him like a walking corpse, and Li Yuan followed him slowly with his heart hanging.

After so many years, he himself didn't know that he still had such nervous moments.

As soon as he entered the door, Yang Siyuan collapsed on the bed and curled up.

Li Yu'an, on the other hand, stopped at the door and didn't dare to take a step in. His brows were furrowed even tighter, and his forehead ached again due to the pulling.

Where is he going?There is simply nowhere to go.

On the ground, on the table, and even on the bed, there were scattered pieces of paper.

Some slightly larger pieces of paper are all crumpled, as if they were torn apart with all their strength.

He suddenly thought of something and looked up at the wardrobe.

There are no more layers of paintings tied on the wardrobe door, only small holes are left on it, arranged in a disorderly manner, mocking the person on the opposite bed like barking their teeth and claws.

"Step on it. Just step on it." He heard Yang Siyuan's weak voice.

He still squatted down, dialed with his hands, and cleared a small path.

He walked up and down the path carefully with his head down, sat on the edge of the bed, turned his back to Yang Siyuan, and did not speak.

"Li Yuan." Yang Siyuan called him as usual.

Hearing this joking address, Li Yu'an breathed a sigh of relief, and responded with a tilted head.

"Can I skip class today?" Yang Siyuan said.

Li Yu'an lowered his head and paused, then said, "Okay. Then I..."

Before he finished speaking, Yang Siyuan said: "Don't go back. Don't go back. Can you sit here for a while?"

The voice had a pleading tone.

Li Yuan turned around and looked at him.

With his legs bent and his arms covering his face, Li Yuan seemed to see himself curled up on the bed like this.

"Okay." After finishing speaking, he realized that Yang Siyuan had a bruise on his arm.

He wanted to ask, but dared not, so he just sat silently.

The air conditioner was humming a bit, and it was noisy in the room where the smell of needles could be heard.

The sun outside the window moved slowly, and the light on the ground became longer and longer. Through the light source, Li Yu'an saw a small piece of paper that was somewhat familiar.

He turned his head to look at Yang Siyuan, but there was no movement, so he bent down to pick it up and looked at it.

It was a small kiosk.

He thought for a moment, then got up and looked at the wall opposite the desk—it was the picture of the park stuck there.

The picture that Yang Siyuan and Li Yu'an both like.

Suddenly, his heart felt a little empty, as if he had lost something, but he couldn't find it.

He knelt down and rummaged through it softly, and slowly gathered more than a dozen pieces of paper in his hand.

"Li Yuan." When he was looking for it, Yang Siyuan called him suddenly.

He was taken aback, and he turned his hands away as if he had a guilty conscience and responded.

He stood and waited for a long time before he heard Yang Siyuan say again: "Did it scare you?"

He wanted to say no, but Yang Siyuan didn't give him a chance to speak.

He heard Yang Siyuan take a deep breath, as if gathering some energy when he was exhausted.

"I... told my dad about going to the Academy of Fine Arts today. He... is in a good mood today. You know, they haven't quarreled recently. I just thought... It's time... Then Well, I was very, very special, and really discussed with him calmly. And then..."

He stopped, then turned around slowly, his eyes were exposed through his messy hair, there were no red eyes, no tears, but Li Yu'an's heart sank when he saw it.

"I just woke up," he continued.

Li Yu'an, who had never been able to read other people's minds, understood Yang Siyuan's incoherent words at this time.

It turned out that his study of art was a dream, but now, he was woken up.

Li Yuan pursed his lips, not knowing what to say.

Yang Siyuan didn't seem to want any response, he still kept that posture after speaking, shrinking stiffly.

The two looked at each other for a long time before Li Yu'an said, "You hurt your arm, do you have any medicine at home?"

Yang Siyuan looked at him quietly. With such lifeless eyes, how could Li Yuan believe that this was the Yang Siyuan he knew?

Li Yu'an could imagine that normally, Yang Siyuan would take the opportunity to tease him, or grin his teeth, or just thank him with a warm smile.In any case, it will not be what it is now, like a petrified shell.

Yang Siyuan looked at him for a long time, and then replied in a low voice: "What about you? What happened to your arm?"

The voice was weak and cold.

Li Yu'an was startled, and his left arm moved unconsciously.

He deliberately left the scar on his upper arm, deliberately covered it with his sleeves, deliberately concealed all this to at least look normal, but he didn't expect that Yang Siyuan had already seen through it.

He actually had a hint of despair, gritted his teeth and remained silent.

"I'm sorry." Yang Siyuan closed his eyes and whispered, "I'm sorry. The potion is in the small cabinet in my parents' bedroom."

The light did not shine on the bed, let alone Yang Siyuan.

Li Yu'an stood there for a while, his thoughts turned back and forth, and finally he gave in with a silent sigh.

He tightly held the piece of paper in his hand to prevent Yang Siyuan from seeing it, and took the opportunity to stuff it into his pocket.

After searching for a long time, he finally got two bottles of decent medicine and came back, only to find that Yang Siyuan had his eyes closed, breathing peacefully, as if he had fallen asleep.

"Yang Siyuan?" He called softly.

But Yang Siyuan did not respond.

He didn't call him anymore, just squatted down and daubed the bruise on his arm with a cotton swab.

The potion was very cold, Yang Siyuan shook occasionally, Li Yu'an hurriedly stopped, and continued after he stopped moving.

The injury he saw just now was on Yang Siyuan's right arm before he turned around.But now his right arm was being pressed, and he only smeared a small piece of medicine on his left arm.

He wanted to turn him over and apply medicine to his right arm, but he couldn't bear to wake him up.

Once a person who has always been sunny collapses, it will be particularly distressing.

Yang Siyuan fell into a deep sleep, while Li Yuan sat by the bed and watched over him.

He didn't know why Yang Siyuan was asleep and he was still guarding here. He couldn't think of a reason, but similarly, he couldn't think of a reason to leave Yang Siyuan alone.

As if wanting to escape the daytime, Yang Siyuan slept the whole afternoon, and only woke up groggyly after six o'clock.

When he opened his eyes, Li Yuan was no longer there.

The room was cleaned up, but the wardrobe door looked a bit ugly.

The door was pushed open, and Yang Jianxin walked in.

His expression was the same as usual, not vicious, but slightly serious.He stood in front of the bed, looked down at Yang Siyuan and said, "I'll let your teacher go first."

Yang Siyuan propped himself up and sat up, and replied in a muffled voice.

The sun was fading, and evening was announced.

He looked out the window and murmured, "I'm so hungry."

Yang Jianxin said, "I bought some food and came back, wash your face and come out to eat."

He was still looking out of the window, and there was a beautiful bird parked on the opposite balcony, which looked like it had colorful feathers.

"Ah."

In the dim hut, a desk lamp was shining warmly.

Li Yu'an didn't need to go to the restaurant to help out during dinner time this day. He returned home after Yang Jianxin returned.

There was a thin sheet of white paper on the table, with some scraps of paper scattered on it.

He fought hard, but there was still a rocky beach in the middle missing.

Carefully sticking the piece of paper on the white paper with tape, he closed his eyes and frowned and said to himself: "What am I doing..."

Speaking of it, this behavior is indeed somewhat unreasonable and naive.

He held up the glued painting and looked at it carefully under the desk lamp, his eyes resting on the waves on the water.In the end, he still didn't throw it away, and put it in a thick magazine.