I'm still doing fine

Liang Duanyuan brushed off the burnt soot, her expression couldn't be seen clearly, and when they had walked almost a mile, she finally asked, "An Yichi, are you awake?"

An Yi held his nose sour, feeling a little inappropriately moved, and he replied, "There's no difference."

People who threaten to commit suicide are easily misunderstood as grandstanding and attention.Most people don't believe it, saying "Why don't you dare to live well if you dare to die?", or "Don't be so selfish, think more about your parents and family." Yuan believed it, and didn't say a word of accusation, which made him feel relieved.

An Yichi squeezed his cuff and secretly wiped the corners of his eyes, a belated question sounded in his ear, "Why do you want to die?"

"The reason..." An Yichi sniffed and lowered his head, as if thinking very seriously, "But why do you want to live?"

"You won't tell me." Liang Duanyuan used declarative sentences.

"Yi Chi." This was the first time he called out his name directly, as if the two were old friends who had known each other for many years, he said, "Have you heard of wireworms?"

An Yichi shook his head, so Liang Duanyuan smiled with a cigarette in his mouth. He bowed slightly and bumped into the dim light cast by the street lamp. The shadow traced the curve of his jaw, with a kind of nonchalant air, "That's a parasite's One, when parasitic in the body of a praying mantis, it can be manipulated to jump into the water and commit suicide. Maybe the praying mantis thinks that suicide is its own will, what do you think?"

An Yichi took a small step back, touched his lower abdomen reflexively, and subconsciously looked a little cute, the corners of Liang Duanyuan's mouth became more curved, messing up his hair, "Don't you want to be sure? It's you who wants to die , or a 'parasite' in the head."

"It's better for you to say that I'm sick." An Yichi's scalp was numb from this description, and his expression was a little painful

"Struggle again, drive the wireworm out before it melts into the flesh, try to grab a little warmth before the body is completely cold..." Liang Duanyuan bent slightly, so that he could look directly into his eyes, Through the amber pupils, he saw the shaking of his eyes, and his hand slid down, all the way down, holding An Yizhe's cold fingertips, very lightly and gently, "Let's go check it out, shall we?"

An Yichi looked down at the overlapping hands, his smile gradually disappeared, the brilliance in his eyes calmed down for a while, he clenched his fists, and left with his hands, he said, "Don't talk to me again, you promised me."

He said this quite neatly, as if he was afraid that if he was delayed by a second, he would really be shaken.

Liang Duanyuan still maintained the posture of holding it empty, and the other hand accumulated soot to the bottom, fluttering sparks scattered all over the ground.

An Yichi walked towards the dormitory building alone, walking two steps faster from time to time, laughing, and in a good mood.He wiped his eyes and said in his heart, you did a good job!

Now that I think about it carefully, there is no one who cares about me.

Come alone, go alone again, make no one happy when alive, and make no one sad when dead.

He swipe carelessly and disappear in the dense forest.

About half a month later, Liang Duanyuan went to Gao Han's office to apply for approval, and heard something along the way. An Yichi's parents sent a statement of illness, saying that he was only prone to depression and did not need to suspend school for treatment.

It was sunset when I walked out of the office, and the bloody setting sun was hanging in the west, pulling the scattered pedestrians in the sky and casting long shadows.

He remembered a text in elementary school - the last war elephant.

Except for him, no one in this world knows that An Yichi is like a war elephant that has lost his fighting spirit, and is walking alone to a distant and mysterious elephant grave.

Chen Chen passed by the basketball court in the northern residential area, and was held back by the battle inside. He leaned on the iron fence and looked inside, like a golden monkey in a zoo yearning for freedom, "That's great... I want to play basketball too, but I don't want to do it." It's a model, it's so annoying!"

Tang Xiaozheng looked at his back across the green belt, took a look at the time, and simply went in and grabbed the man by the back of his neck, "I can't even carry the urinal, what kind of basketball. Hurry up and move away!"

"I'm not good at playing, but I have a theoretical basis." Chen Chen's throat was tightly pulled by him and he staggered, "I've watched every episode of Slam Dunk! Even if you don't play, you can, Be an Anxi coach, right? Don't look down on people..."

"Then go, make a model by yourself tonight, I'm going back to sleep." Tang Xiaozheng let go of his hands and gestured to go back, and then heard the mourning behind him as expected, "Brother! Don't watch it, let's go back Make a model, go fast and leave this place of right and wrong."

The palm close to the forearm was hot and humid, Tang Xiaozheng smiled with the corners of his mouth curled up, and suddenly felt a little uneasy, he stuffed a pvc board into his hand to tell him to let go, "Hurry up, don't get in the way."

"Got it..." Chen Chen muttered, staggering and quickening his pace.

Tang Xiaozheng often felt that he was studying two majors. Not only did he have to study metaphysics such as analog electronics, data structure, and digital logic, but he also had to accompany Chen Chen in general studies when time did not conflict. He worked part-time to deliver food while drawing all night, and came to help when he heard the news when he couldn't finish the model... After helping for so many years, even a layman like him knows some common sense of architectural design.

These odd jobs are often equivalent to Chen Chen's meal, a cup of milk tea, or a "brother".

It sounds like an extremely loss-making business, if his mother Zhang Jishu knew about it, she might scold him again, thinking that he didn't hurry up and get down to business.But in fact, if he really doesn't want to, no one in this world can force him.

But if someone asked him face to face, why did he always follow Chen Chen like a nanny?

Tang Xiaozheng was speechless, looked down at his phone, and ran into the laboratory to avoid the limelight.

Tang Xiaozheng and Chen Chen are inseparable and inseparable. Everyone knows that they have known each other since birth. They have been together for 20 years, and their relationship naturally does not need to be judged by others.

But for Tang Xiaozheng himself, he didn't think so.

The first time Tang Xiaozheng had an impression of Chen Chen in his memory was when he was in kindergarten. At that time, everyone was taking a nap, and the surrounding was very quiet. He was picked up by his aunt to pee, and he pulled up his pants and ran into the door. Little Chen Chen was standing in the corner crying, his forehead was swollen and shiny, and he could smell the aroma of sesame oil when he walked two steps with a gust of wind.

It turned out that he rolled out of the bed while others were not paying attention, and bumped his head on the edge of the bed.Seeing that the teacher was still asleep, she knew that she ran to find someone. The aunt in the kitchen felt distressed and rubbed sesame oil on his forehead, saying, "It doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt, the pain flew away!" before taking him back to the classroom .

Those round eyes were full of tears, Tang Xiaozheng looked down on him very much, he thought, a man, a real man, shouldn't cry casually.

So ready to go back to sleep obediently.

But as he walked, he thought, why are you crying so hard? It really hurts... He went back on his short legs, took his chubby little hand and pulled him onto his bed, "Sleep!" !"

When the bell rang in the afternoon, the first thing the teacher saw after waking up was an empty bed, and he was so frightened that he broke out in a cold sweat. Then he looked intently, and found two little chubby boys cuddling each other not far away, and then he breathed a sigh of relief. calm down.

She and the cook who came in to look at each other looked at each other, and they laughed so hard that they lost their eyes, "Look, we have such a good relationship, and we are still holding hands."

Later, Tang Xiaozheng also wondered why he didn't have any memory of some things after thinking about them, but he just couldn't forget those big round eyes. This is one of the things that can't be explained clearly.

The two little guys who are not as tall as the adults' knees grow up gradually, and the differences are revealed. Chen Chen is a crazy person. He knows how to mess with people since he was a child. He shares his lollipop with the little girl and plays with the little boy. Cars even hold their noses and swallow carrots from other people's dinner plates in order to win favor.

Tang Xiaozheng is much worse in this point. Although he is also cute in a flash, he has a kind of aloofness that disdains to be with these immature children. He always sits alone in the corner with a book in his arms, and silently glances at Chen Chen. , Turned his head away when he didn't get a response, only when Chen Chen occasionally came over to hug him, he had a very rare look of happiness.

But gradually, Chen Chen had more and more friends, and he almost forgot about Tang Xiaozheng.

The little Tang Xiaozheng felt that he had been robbed of something important, and he was so wronged that he cried out of breath by himself. It was the director who pulled out from among a bunch of little monkeys and hugged him, and said with concern, "Why are you so angry?" What? Why are you crying, tell the director’s mother, I can help you!”

Tang Xiaozheng gasped for breath and couldn't speak clearly, apparently he had completely forgotten what a man and man are, he said, "Really, really?"

"Really!" The principal's aunt hugged him and shook and comforted him non-stop, "You tell me, and I can help you."

So Tang Xiaozheng secretly glanced at the bustling crowd, and pouted again. He threw away the drawing book in his hand, wiped his eyes, and said, "I don't want Chen Chen anymore. Go and tell him that I don't want him to be me." good friend!"

On this day, the head of the garden pulled Chen Chen over with great effort, wiped off the hot sweat from his brow, and mediated for the two of them.

Chen Chen blinked at him, stretched out his hand to wipe away the rolling tears, he rushed over to hug Tang Xiaozheng, and kissed Tang Xiaozheng's face, leaving sparkling marks of saliva, he said, "We are good friends, I will always be your best friend! You don't cry."

At that time, Tang Xiaozheng was far inferior to Chen Chen's sharp teeth, wiping wet saliva, and only found comfort in a hug. He remembered a sentence from the director's mother in his undeveloped head. Not forgetting, she said, "Chen Chen is your good friend, he will accompany you, even if he is not by your side, he still remembers you in his heart. Right, Chen Chen?"

Chen Chen nodded hastily, his eyes turned into crescent moons when he smiled, and said, "Yes, I will never forget you, let's pull the hook!"

The two short and fat fingers hooked together, this relationship lasted for many years.