I'm still doing fine

About half a month later, Tang Xiaozheng came out of the cafeteria and was discussing the price of the experimental screw with his senior brother. Suddenly, he had a flash of inspiration and remembered that Chen Chen hadn't contacted him for a long time.

In the corner of the campus less than 700 meters away, Chen Chen, who was in other people's minds, sneezed, rubbed his nose and continued to apply gouache. The dried paint on the canvas was uneven, and occasionally one or two sharp edges protruded , has become a lethal weapon.

Speaking of it, it was a coincidence that Chen Chen was worrying that this campus was useless and had nowhere to hide from Tang Xiaozheng, so he found that Liang Duanyuan had a rare vacation, and no longer ran out day and night, but in The unmanned old computer room in the old teaching building in the south took root.

So Chen Chen, who was lucky enough to be handed a pillow as soon as he fell asleep, grabbed Liang Duanyuan's trousers with a shameless face, and started a two-person game that lasted for half a month.

"Haven't you reconciled with Tang Xiaozheng yet?" Liang Duanyuan stared at the progress of the program on the screen, crossed her fingers on the back of her head, and leaned against the back of the chair for a short rest.

"Ah?" Chen Chen had just taken the brick red paint, his hand was unsteady, and he pulled out an extra tail with one stroke, and argued without confidence, "Ben, there was no quarrel in the first place."

Liang Duanyuan rolled her eyes at him and didn't speak. Within a minute, she heard that Chen Chen couldn't hold back and surrendered, "Oh, I can't tell you about this, it will take a few days... You, you have to Take me in, anyway, this old machine room is not used at all. Otherwise..."

"Otherwise?" Liang Duanyuan got up to take a sip of water, and chuckled lightly with the corner of her mouth curled up.

"Otherwise I'll expose you." Chen Chen suddenly calmed down, pinching the brush as if pinching Liang Duanyuan's little tail, "I don't know what program is running on your computer! You want to drive me away, I'll call the police."

Liang Duanyuan's smile froze, she closed the laptop's screen with one hand, and then approached slowly step by step, "Peeping at my computer?"

"..." The tall figure cast a heavy shadow on the drawing board, Chen Chen panicked, knowing that he was indeed ungrateful and lost his shape, and stammered, "You, you didn't turn off the phone, I'm going to drink water, no Watch carefully, it's really not intentional."

Those round eyes followed Liang Duanyuan closely, seeing him turn a corner and stop in front of the drawing board, he finally heaved a sigh of relief secretly, he knew Liang Duanyuan's temper was soft rather than hard, so he begged softly , "Just let me stay here, I won't tell others, I was just joking with you."

Liang Duanyuan glanced at him, as if acquiescing, then went back and sat down in front of the computer.

The two faced each other with only a drawing board bracket between them. They were quiet for a while, and then Chen Chen, who couldn't hold back his curiosity, suddenly poked his head out again, "Why did you steal someone's QQ account? It's worth it?"

The keyboard was crackling, and no one answered. Chen Chen was making fun of himself. Just as he retracted his head, he heard Liang Duanyuan speak with rare hesitation. He said, "It's not worth money, it's worth a life."

Chen Chen poked his head out again, the two sleepy short hairs dangling, like a vivid question mark, "Whose life?"

This time Liang Duanyuan really didn't answer, and consciously made a saw-mouth gourd.

Chen Chen could only mutter to himself, "It's so convenient, I have to learn a major, why Tang Xiaozheng doesn't have this skill..." Then, as if thinking of something, he stopped talking.

Chen Chen didn't know many things. He didn't know that An Yichi was so scarred that he didn't want to live. He didn't know that Liang Duanyuan wanted to help but had no choice. , The first time to do such an invasion of privacy.

The silence filled the empty room like morning mist. Gradually, only the sound of water from washing pens flickered, and the mouse on the other side made a slight ringing, flipping one page after another on the computer screen. Finally, it stopped. On a chat window with text bubbles nearly filling the screen.

At the top of the window, the gray avatar named "Chen Ling" silently received nearly a thousand text-filled dialogue bubbles, but never responded.

After a quick glance, it is not difficult to find that these one-way conversations are actually detailed diaries one after another.

The only unusual thing is that the diary does not start with the commonly used "a certain month and a certain day", but starts from a certain day a year ago, and accumulates the Arabic numerals starting from 1 every day.

Liang Duanyuan knew that she had found the right one, but soon, a little strangeness that was hard to ignore appeared.

Because all messages are sent one-way, no response is ever received.

At first, he suspected that this was An Yichi's trumpet, which was specially used to write a diary.But the IP address that had no intersection with the tuba made him dispel this idea.

So he tried to find clues from this person's dynamics, but when he clicked on the contact's avatar, he found that this person hadn't even activated the Qzone function, and even the last login time was two years ago, and the page was as clean as a person. A real trumpet.

All the clues are connected end to end, forming a complete circle. For the first time, Liang Duanyuan didn't know where to start. After counting them carefully, she realized that she hadn't used QQ for many years.

It seems that since the day he and his father Liang Chengjun fled the door and left home, he was overwhelmed by the trivial expenses of life, plunged into all kinds of part-time jobs, gave up entertainment-oriented QQ, and wore all kinds of printed clothes. The uniform began to blend into the world of adults.

Liang Duanyuan sat and thought for a while, and finally found a solution from the messy nostalgic thoughts. She took the keyword "Chen Ling" and searched in the chat records.

This step Liang Duanyuan took the right step, he successfully found useful information.

It's just that he didn't expect that the first message that popped up in the search window made his back feel cold and he shivered unconsciously.

"Chen Ling's death day, should you go and see it?"

A gust of wind rose from the far east, slapped the old sliding window hard, and poured the wind and rain into the room.

"Hey, I'll go—" Zhou Yu was the first to walk out of the Internet cafe. Before the other three roommates could come out, he rushed back with his hands on his forehead. Such heavy rain."

An Yichi looked out through the glass door, facing the endless dark clouds, he looked away, with a smile on his face, "It seems that the rain won't stop for a while, how many more rounds will we play? I'll treat you."

"Hey!" Zhou Yu grinned. He was naturally happy when the bad things turned into good ones. While hugging An Yichi, he went back to the booth, while still saying politely, "I'm so sorry, I'll buy the drink."

The other two roommates who followed closely behind each other hooked their shoulders and answered, "The instant noodles are mine."

"Then I'll buy a root sausage. I just bought a skin and I'm poor..."

"This network manager, why can't I turn off the headlights? I'm dazzled..." Zhou Yu returned to his old position, slumped down on the sofa, and stretched out his hand to cushion the back of his neck. The soft touch suddenly relieved the excitement in his head , "Almost forgot, I stayed up all night by myself last night, you guys play first, I'll sleep for a while, and play again, I'm afraid I'll die suddenly."

"Yeah. You sleep." Amidst the noise of starting the game, only An Yichi stopped to look at him, and took the coat from the back of the chair to cover him, and handed it to him while pinching the sleeves, "You take the shade, I'll call you when I'm leaving later."

He was wearing an extremely simple white shirt that day, with a button open at the neckline, exposing his delicate white collarbone. The spotlight on the top of the deck propped up a warm yellow umbrella-shaped beam of light, casting a warm yellow umbrella-like beam on his side face, bringing out the uniqueness that never existed in the past. stunning.

Zhou Yu closed his eyes and turned over. The smell of nicotine on the back of the sofa at the end of his nose made it difficult for him to fall asleep for a while, so he simply let his thoughts wander.

He thought, An Yichi really doesn't know what to say.

Zhou Yu actually doesn't like An Yichi very much, most of the time he does.

He gave people a nickname in private, called SpongeBob SquarePants.

Because An Yichi is indeed like a sponge, always quietly absorbing other people's thoughts, but never talking about his own.

The boys who have just entered university actually don’t have many topics in common. They either talk about anecdotes about the college entrance examination, or mention their favorite football stars. The four of them go out to eat together. Thinking about finding topics, talking about parents, classmates, old friends...

Only An Yichi kept his mouth shut, with a steady and distant smile, from beginning to end.

After one month of school, they knew everyone's preferences, games, anime, movies, and even... women, An Yichi seemed to like everything, but he didn't seem to be interested in anything.

From Zhou Yu's point of view, this is very unpleasant. He thinks that this person is either very deep in the city, or he just refuses to talk to them.

So he suspects neighbors and steals axes, hates a person, and sees that what he does is very unpleasant.

For example, this person is shy like a girl, taking a bath as if he is afraid that someone will see him; for example, this person seems to stay up all night, no matter who wakes up at night, he can always hear the sound of him turning over; The snail girl has become a genius, she is willing to live in the dormitory and clean up, but she is unwilling to go out on time to catch up with the class, and she is anxious when she looks lazy.

No one has ever said that Zhou Yu is more lenient than himself than others, so he doesn't have the consciousness of being too lenient.

Fortunately, in the final analysis, Zhou Yu is a reasonable person, and it is precisely because of this that he is a little entangled.

Zhou Yu was not blind, so he could see that An Yizhi was doing well.

He knew that this girl was more delicate than careless, like three people walking on the street, if one of them squatted down to tie his shoelaces, he would wait patiently in place and not go far; like there were always tissues in his bag And band-aids for people to take at any time; it seems that you can always tell that someone is not happy, so you don't say much gossip and accompany you silently.

He has the habit of being a good boy, always holding an old book, Zhou Yu has never even heard the name of the book; but at the same time, he has some obvious quack air, he is always very generous as if not He cares about money, and treats guests when the time is right, and carries Xuanhemen or Su Yan with him in his backpack, although he has never seen him swallowing clouds...

Zhou Yu squinted his eyes, and took one last look at An Yichi, when a thought suddenly came to him.

This boy who always smiles but is very quiet, probably, no, definitely, has an unknown story of his own.