I'm still doing fine

It took one hour and 8 minutes on the intercity high-speed rail with an average speed of 210 kilometers per hour.

Si Jian was the only member who didn't buy tickets in advance. He walked to the rear compartment alone with a backpack on his back. The other five people lived in the same room, three people in a row, and two people in pairs. Chen Chen happened to be stuck between Guan Qifu and Tang Xiaozheng. .

Xu took a nap earlier to replenish his energy, Chen Chen didn't feel sleepy at all, but he was usually dizzy from everything, and he couldn't look at his phone even after a short journey, so he simply looked left and right for a while.

Guan Qifu had already sunk his head into the back of the chair with his earphones on, his chest rose and fell gently, apparently fast asleep. Tang Xiaozheng leaned against the window and stared at the phone screen, frowning in thought, struggling with the densely packed text on it.

He was bored and wanted to find someone to pass the time. He retracted his head, hesitated, and stretched out his leg to touch Tang Xiaozheng's knee, "Why didn't you ask Si Jian to come with you last night? Didn't I give you two tickets?"

"I don't know him well enough to go out to play together." Tang Xiaozheng pressed his phone to lock the screen, and looked at him from the back of the chair, "It's you, we only met once, why did you remember it for so long? "

This seemed to suggest that the villain would file a complaint first. Chen Chen was taken aback for a moment, and then felt a little annoyed. Is it certain that he dared not ask?But when the words came to his lips, he murmured again, not knowing whether to say or not.

Tang Xiaozheng looked away from his hesitating face, glanced at the stacked seats in the front row, and cast into the distance leisurely, the corners of his lips curled up deliberately teasing, "Once you memorize words, you will forget, but memorizing trivial matters is not easy." Very durable."

"I'm that—" The provocative method was still effective, Chen Chen was anxious, and the words that he had kept for a long time rolled out one after another like beads, "I thought Si Jian belonged to you, boyfriend... that has something to do with you relationship, I must know, right?"

Chen Chen's voice became lower and lower, gradually approaching a whisper, "I saw that night, you guys were kissing at the veranda..."

The notification sound of the train arriving at the station happened to be heard, and the low voice was covered up so that no one else could hear it. Tang Xiaozheng sighed and squinted at the lower right corner.

"No," he said, "I don't have a boyfriend."

"But—" Chen Chen frowned, raised his fingertips on the armrest of the seat, unconsciously searched, and shifted his attention to more important things, "Then you probably like men, right?"

After a long time, Tang Xiaozheng broke the silence. He hummed lightly and asked, "Do you feel sick?"

"No." Chen Chen shook his head very quickly, without any hesitation, he got the answer, but what was he asking for?

Before his dazed thoughts could be put into words, Tang Xiaozheng suddenly turned around, patted him on the forehead, and smiled with rare gentleness, "Don't think about it, after all, you are Chen Chen, you won't be disgusted to you."

"Go to sleep." Tang Xiaozheng withdrew his hand, the smile on his face dissipated very quickly, he turned his head so that Chen Chen could not see his expression, "Wake up and go to the place."

Outside the window, the shadows of the trees and mountains are stretched into mottled color blocks, and occasionally the overlooking scenery of the city gallops past.

Chen Chen lowered his head in a huff, playing with his phone, pressing the screen to turn it on, and then pressing it to turn off the lock screen.

Tang Xiaozheng liked men, but he said he would not involve Chen Chen.

Chen Chen is also a man, why can't he?

He was a little confused, a little panicked, a little inexplicably uncomfortable, and a little bit of a trance, he thought, even if Chen Chen and boyfriend are antonyms, what does it matter?

Anyway, Tang Xiaozheng will always be his brother. When he is busy with classes, he walks quickly somewhere on campus, and when he is free, he comes to his dormitory to wake him up. Sometimes he watches a movie together, sometimes he begs to play a ball game, and sometimes he fights bills. Eat a big meal... It's like a shadow following the body, Tang Xiaozheng will disappear for a while at night, and he is inseparable from him during the day.

This person is like a ghost living in Aladdin's magic lamp. As long as he is in trouble, he will always appear, tidy up everything, and slowly return to the lamp.

Tang Xiaozheng is right there, and Tang Xiaozheng won't go far.

Perhaps in invisible places, Tang Xiaozheng will really hold other people's hands, smile softly at others, bow close to others' lips, and hold an umbrella to protect strange figures on rainy nights... But these are not the same. would infringe upon one's own interests.

Why is he so uncomfortable?

Chen Chen lowered his head, looked at the hand that was close at hand, and felt a soft sound in his heart.

For the first time in his life, he thought, not so sure, 'I...couldn't be, like him? '

Across the aisle, An Yichi, who was by the window, squinted his eyes, letting the scorching sunlight fall straight into his pupils. The slight sting made him uncomfortable at first, but later he found pleasure in it.

When the train enters the tunnel from the mountains, when the window is dark, there is a floating mottled green in front of my eyes, and the light spots of different shapes gather together, like crooked villains attacking each other.

He was so engrossed in watching that he didn't realize that he had also become a spectacle in the eyes of others.

Liang Duanyuan was not so blatant at first, she took a magazine full of advertisements from her net pocket and flipped through it casually, and occasionally raised her eyes to look out the window to catch a glimpse of An Yizhi's back.

I don't know when I realized that there was no distraction in front of me, so I went to cover it up and looked at it generously. At this time, I was caught off guard and saw my reflection in the glass window, and couldn't help but clicked my tongue, feeling that it was really obstructive.

Just as he was about to look away, he saw that the long tunnel had just finished, and An Yizhi suddenly closed his eyes, as if he had been seriously injured by the sudden light.

Liang Duanyuan stuffed the magazine back into the net pocket, and stretched out her hand to block An Yichi's eyes.

Many times, he found that whenever An Yichi felt uncomfortable, he would close his eyes and freeze without saying a word, as if someone had acupuncture points, he would rather endure it silently than ask for help.

Those who are not careful can't find it, and those who are caring are very distressed.

"Come on." Liang Duanyuan pulled him up, "Change places with me."

"That position is a bit sunburnt." An Yichi opened his eyes belatedly. He had already escaped from the poisonous circle under the sun. Seeing that everyone's eyes were green, "I don't want to sleep, let me sit."

Liang Duanyuan curled her mouth and shook her head, stretched out her hand and pulled down the curtain on the edge of the window, "No more sun, you can sit at ease."

An Yichi hesitated and turned his head to look. The aunt in the back seat by the window hugged her grandson and was amazed, "Hey, look at this car, it's really high-end, and the curtains are hidden inside, so I won't let it dry out now. Be good, stinky bastard. Let's sleep!"

It turned out that the beauty of the scenery outside the window was fake. I was afraid that the children would cry, so I blocked the light by myself so that my grandson could sleep more comfortably.

"I thought she was going to bask in the sun." An Yichi was angry and funny, "I would have drawn the curtains earlier if I knew."

Under the light brown bangs, those eyes that often look loose smile into crescent moons, rarely sparkling bright sparks. His skin is very fair, set off by the light pupils and hair color, it seems that after coloring, he looks amazing again. I wiped it with an eraser, and through the skin under the temples, I could vaguely see the blue and purple blood vessels.

But his lips are very red, and a slight smile can add color, like a snowy plum in the cold spring, with unmodified surprise.

It was only at this time that Liang Duanyuan realized for the first time that An Yi Chisheng was so good-looking. He didn't even think about it, so he stretched out his hand to brush away the excessively long forehead hair in front of his eyes. It seemed a little ostentatious.

Fingertips touched the cheeks, An Yizhi looked straight at Liang Duanyuan, he couldn't understand the look behind the dark focus, but his heartbeat suddenly lost a beat, the corners of his lips lost traction, overflowing A small voice of doubt, "Hmm...?"

Liang Duanyuan's thoughts were interrupted by this sound, his fingertips trembled slightly, and he quickly retracted, his eyes fluttered down, and he waited for a circle before turning back, abruptly changing the subject, so that he was a little confused, he Say, "Try to change it later."

Liang Duanyuan's ears were still flushed, but fortunately An Yichi himself was also flustered and didn't notice. He heard another "Huh?", this time there was no ignorance, only doubts.

"Afraid to trouble others, I have to wrong myself a lot of times." Liang Duanyuan's psychological quality is still very good, and he regained his soul in a few breaths, and even dared to turn his head to look at An Yichi again. He said, "Do you feel wronged?" ?”

"Oh, you read my diary, and almost forgot." An Yichi suddenly lowered his eyes, staring at the piece of fabric on his knees, and even lost the last bit of smile.

wronged.

An Yichi would also feel wronged.

Although he is that kind of person, he is afraid to trouble others, so he never cares about things that he can bear with himself.

When the new textbooks were distributed at the beginning of school, the girl at the same table got a book with a damaged cover. She exchanged it with An Yichi and asked him to go to the class representative to ask for a new one. An Yichi smiled, " Forget it, the book will always be broken, it doesn't matter."

When answering questions in the final exam, the domineering boy in the back seat scratched his head and couldn’t write. He sneakily kicked An Yizhi’s stool and asked him to pass over his answer sheet. The teacher was furious, “Is it enough to study alone? You hurt your classmate like that?"

When the chemistry experiment was divided into groups, there were a total of 43 people in the class, and only he was left behind in two or two groups. An Yichi flipped through the textbook and thought that one person would do, so he sat down at the table without running. The teacher frowned, "Are you a Wood, why don't you find teammates and wait for me to team up with you?"

When I finally returned home during the Chinese New Year, An Jimin was probably instigated by Shang Xiaoyun, holding the New Year’s gift box and handing it to him. An Yichi opened it and saw a pair of sneakers. After trying them on, he found that they were half a size too small. An Jimin was not happy. Even caring waved his hand, "No need to change, his previous shoes were too big and his feet were enlarged, this size is suitable!"

For so many times, An Yichi was silent, bowed his head, closed his eyes, and clenched his fists. He didn't dare to trouble others.

So no one knew that he was trying to straighten the wrinkled textbook covers late at night, that bullying on campus was sometimes a kind of isolation, that he would be beaten or even face the wet sheets late at night if he didn't give an answer, and that he took off his shoes , An Yi's thumb was squeezed and bruised.

I can't let the girl suffer, so forget it, I can't spoil my father's interest, so forget it, I can't cause trouble for my aunt, so forget it, it's only three years after all, just bear with being bullied...

An Yi became a kettle, sitting on the fire every day to suffer, but happily whistling and spitting bubbles happily.

Is he really that good at acting?Is it really no different from heartfelt happiness to force a smile as if nothing happened?

It seems to be tacit understanding, and it seems that no one knows.