I'm still doing fine

Thinking about it now, even An Yizhi himself can't remember many things clearly. This is like a post-traumatic stress syndrome, which can make people deliberately forget the humiliation of the past and preserve their tense and fragile mind.

However, during the many sleepless nights when he was disturbed by his own heartbeat, breathing, and even the sound of blood flowing in his veins, those broken images would still rush into his mind, causing An Yizhi to toss and turn, struggling to break out in a cold sweat that could soak the sheets.

The calves in school uniforms that cover each other like a jungle, the faces of various faces with unpredictable expressions like masks, and the complex eyes that are cold and gloomy like blades... have become a kind of acquired conditioned reflex.

An Yichi is like a monkey in a cage who is frightened by electric shocks. Even if the people outside turn off the power, he no longer dares to stretch out his hand unsuspectingly. The brightly lit campus roads also seem to be walking alone in a dark alley in the middle of the night, cowered by the ghosts and monsters hiding in the shadows.

The lingering shadow wrapped around his legs again.

The running team of national defense students chanting slogans passed by him, and the sticky flirting couples followed closely behind, and the night runners gradually moved away with chaotic footsteps and intermittent panting...

Time stood still beside An Yichi alone. He looked down at his feet, but his eyes were closed tightly, and he only tucked his clenched hands into his cuffs, shaking like a chaff sieve in busy farming.

...After a while...

He no longer cares about it, and he can't control the sight and prying of passers-by. He only knows that the uncontrollable trembling will definitely be healed after this period of time. Calculating soberly, this is the 498th day I endured.

But it was different from the usual day, when An Yizhi's fingertips were still tingling and tingling, one of the footsteps passing by his ears suddenly stopped, and stopped right next to him.

The next moment, a familiar voice murmured to himself from a very close distance, "You look really bad."

An Yichi opened his eyes, his vision was still blurry, and he only had time to see Liang Duanyuan pinching his cuff, and his still clenched fist was wrapped in the material, like a bun with thin skin and big stuffing.

Liang Duanyuan looked down at him, faced with the obvious astonishment, said nothing, and pulled An Yizhi staggeringly forward with all her strength.

A man's spitting is also a nail. He still remembers that he promised that the next time he meets An Yichi, he will not talk to him like a stranger.

So Liang Duanyuan's kindness seemed a little overbearing. If it happened in a place like a train station, it might make people think it was a criminal offense. If the two of them have any problems, they are so angry that they find a corner where there is no one to solve it.

An Yichi struggled silently, but as expected, he couldn't break free. Instead, he pressed his hands closer through the cuffs. The warmth penetrated through the layers of fabric, and even his cold knuckles were dyed with heat.

It feels subtle.

Even his parents never cared too much when he made a mistake. In An Jimin's words, "Since nothing we do is useless, and you have to get through it by yourself in the end, then don't do useless work." .”

He also seems to be used to solving it alone, overcoming the palpitations of his heartbeat stalling through endurance again and again.

But suddenly someone just stayed with him without saying a word, and the furry warmth around him made him feel a lot better.

Xu Shi noticed the difficulty of catching up with him, and when he walked into the side road that was inaccessible, Liang Duanyuan slowed down and gradually walked side by side with him.

"I..." An Yi shook his invisible hand, his voice was still hoarse, "I'm fine, thank you."

Then Liang Duanyuan stopped suddenly, turned to look at him, let go, and opened her mouth, but she didn't make a sound, sighed, patted his shoulder, turned and wanted to leave.

"Senior, wait!" An Yichi coughed, and reached out to grab his elbow.

"Even if it's a stranger, it's normal to do a favor." Liang Duanyuan didn't look back this time, "I don't need to say thank you, it's just a trivial matter."

But unexpectedly, what An Yichi wanted to say this time was not what he thought. The people behind him seemed to be stunned when they heard the words, and with a chuckle, he said, "Then, let me ask something else."

Liang Duanyuan turned around, and under the small umbrella cast by the street lamp, a tall figure was reflected in An Yizhi's shallow pupils.

"You..." An Yichi pursed his lips, "Is it you who logged into my QQ?"

Liang Duanyuan's confidence in sitting upright suddenly dissipated for a moment, and he was in a rare panic. He groped his body with his hands, but finally couldn't find the pocket, so he simply fell on his face and touched the bridge of his nose.

"In the morning, I received a computer login notification on my mobile phone. I guessed it too." An Yichi knew the answer now, and explained to him with a smile. Look, no. There are very few people who can still think of me, and after thinking about it, you are probably the only one left."

"Yeah." Liang Duanyuan withdrew her hand after a long time, feeling that she might be blushing because of embarrassment. While thanking that the light was not bright enough at night, she walked back a few steps and bowed slightly, sincerely apologizing, "I'm sorry."

"Then, if I want you to stay away from me..." An Yichi looked at him, "Do you still want to peek at my things?"

Liang Duanyuan didn't expect him to ask such a question, she just paused, then nodded honestly.

This time, Chang An Yichi scratched his head helplessly. It was the first time in his limited life that he encountered such a difficult opponent. After thinking for a while, he made a decision. It was clearly the occasion for him to be justified, but the words he uttered were almost pleading. Said, "In addition to playing games, I have a headache with computers, and I don't know how to guard against you... Anyway, don't look at it, I don't want you to go away, don't look at it."

Liang Duanyuan frowned, as if struggling to make a choice, then nodded and agreed, and said goodbye to An Yichi standing still, "Sorry, I won't watch it again, I promise."

An Yichi smiled, shook his head and said "it's okay", then turned around and walked slowly along the side road to the dormitory.

The warmth on the skin left Liang Duanyuan as the heat source, and it gradually became cold. He rubbed it unconsciously, and put his hands back into his pockets, as if holding on to the care that would eventually dissipate in vain.

At that time, his compromise was actually not that difficult, because he was very confident in his rare stubbornness, and believed that Liang Duanyuan's one or two words would hardly change his mind.

There is a saying that the King of Hades can't persuade ghosts who are courting death.People, there are many ways to want to die.

Maybe Liang Duanyuan really has the aura of a big brother, like the temperament of "all conspiracies and tricks should be handed over to his subordinates, and he is a magnanimous facade", so An Yichi didn't think much about it.

He also didn't know that if Liang Duanyuan wanted to, he could actually leave no traces without being discovered by him. He didn't know that this person had read the traces on QQ thoroughly from morning to night, and he didn't know the end of his retreat every step of the way. It was what this person had envisioned.

If one piece is wrong, the direction of the chess game will not be as predictable as before.

Chen Chen came late with a bunch of scraps of painting tools, didn't understand why Liang Duanyuan walked away well, why didn't he help him all of a sudden, piled all the things in his arms, and ran away in a few steps The figure said, "Quick, quick! Duan Yuan, come and help me, the drawing board is about to fall!"

"Yeah." Liang Duanyuan raised her foot to support her, parted from his arms, and walked in the opposite direction, he said, "Go back."

"Huh?" Chen Chen squinted his eyes and looked ahead, racking his brains to remember who the familiar figure was, "That's An Yichi, right... He was empty-handed and didn't take anything. Why did you run over there? Follow to the North District, just torment me?"

Liang Duanyuan was striding ahead without answering, when Chen Chen suddenly stopped talking, and less than a minute later, he stammered a question, "You, you don't like men too, do you?"

……also……

Liang Duanyuan stopped, and glanced at the awkward Chen Chen, as if she knew what was wrong with him and Tang Xiaozheng, but the point was not here at this time, so she just shook her head and waited for him to catch up. "You do not understand."

The evening breeze in September, with the aroma of barbecue and beer, accompanied by the coolness of the coming autumn, blows over the ginkgo biloba hanging in the corner of the sky, dyeing the fan-shaped leaflets with a bit of depression.

Liang Duanyuan seldom said such ambiguous words. In fact, most of the time he was concise and reticent. He was good at solving all problems with yes or no. He hesitated now. It's really hard for him to explain.

Liang Duanyuan has never liked anyone in his life, he can't tell what kind of mood he should feel for this mysterious and unfamiliar emotion, but he considers himself a conscientious person.

The difference between never knowing and pretending not to know is probably just conscience.

If An Yichi had never mentioned those words to him, then with his pride, he might have forgotten this indifferent bastard immediately, but An Yichi had told him, carefully, with a smile of relief, inadvertently It was like a weak and subtle call for help, which made him different from the people who lived with An Yichi every day but never knew it.

He bears the responsibility, and he must not ignore death.

Although Liang Duanyuan often disappears and cannot be found, and she is not sociable and does not seem to participate in club or class activities, but anyone can say that Liang Duanyuan is definitely a person who can take responsibility.

The freshman was elected as the class monitor without knowing it, and he can become a living body without any notification. He worked hard all night to make a PPT for civilized class elections, even though no one knew afterwards that it was his credit; intercollegiate basketball competition college If there is a shortage of people, if he is selected, he will be able to turn down the part-time job and prepare carefully. He will lead his teammates to practice and cooperate. He will be invincible in the three-step layup on the court by more than 200 points; the counselor Gao Han wants him to be the head teacher of the freshmen, and he will be able to work hard. Doing a good job in management, answering students' questions and guiding the skills of taking courses and taking grades is naturally not all because of the monthly subsidy of [-] yuan.

Being responsible is a very rare character, and Liang Duanyuan was not born with it.