I'm still doing fine

When An Yichi and Liang Duanyuan went down to the banquet hall, Chen Chen was wiping his face full of water stains and came in from another side door. A few steps behind him was a silent Tang Xiaozheng in his pocket.

At this time, Guan Qifu's meal had come to an end, he took a sip of orange juice and kept his eyes fixed on Chen Chen.

Something has changed.

Although no one spoke, no one made a sound, or even made any special movements, he just had such an intuition.

Chen Chen jumped back to his seat in a few steps, shaking his head like a big dog that has just been washed, wiped his hands on his pants, then grabbed a crab leg from the plate, held it in his mouth and hesitated Wu, "Why are you so slow? You are not active in eating. Fortunately, I haven't waited for your news."

Hiding and stealing away a few drops of crocodile tears, he was that heartless Chen Chen again.

Before he could reply, Tang Xiaozheng sat down beside him, took off a steaming wet towel, frowned in distaste, kicked Chen Chen's chair leg, and roughly grabbed his right hand Wipe it carefully, "There was a lot of trouble in the toilet, and the soap is useless, so it's clean? It's not too dirty..."

If this was normal, Chen Chen would have to be quick with his tongue and say something like "I don't clean up, I don't get sick if I eat it." But at this moment, his eyeballs rolled around, and he endured it. Open your palm obediently to let Tang Xiaozheng feel more at ease.

It was rare for him not to wave his hands to express his irritation, his puffy cheeks stopped, and he forced a weird smile.

At this time, Chen Chen was unreasonable. He saw mountains as mountains and water as water. He knew that his realm was very low. He touched Tang Xiaozheng's hand through a layer of damp and hot cloth, and he didn't care whether it was because of I haven't been able to abandon the habit for many years, and I can only see the facts that are close at hand.

He thought, this person is really a duplicity.

Even if I said with a straight face, "You don't need to change, there will always be people who like your shortcomings as much as your strengths. Instead of changing for me, it's better to try to like others.", I still pretend to be myself in my heart.

Just like many years ago, the little chubby man who cried and frowned and said "I don't want Chen Chen to be my good friend" finally wiped away his tears, but has been with him as a good friend for more than ten years.

Chen Chen had reason to believe that the tall man who said with a stern face today that he would not like him would change his tone one day, and he would hold his hand and go through another many years together in peace.

He thought that Tang Xiaozheng would always be there, a few steps away, in a corner of the huge campus, somewhere that could be summoned with just a phone call, waiting patiently for him. Reconsideration.

So Chen Chen sat down more and more at ease, no longer trembling with trepidation before, condescendingly glanced at the hair on the top of his head,

Bite the crab shell in his mouth.

At that time, Guan Qifu looked at the past with a melancholy expression on his elbow, and he didn't know the sadness between his brows. Si Jianfeng at the same table swept away the elbow ham, drunk crab and shrimp dumplings in front of him. He was so absorbed that he didn't seem to notice at all. Sitting down and watching, I feel that the posture is a little bit of a bravado.

The joys and sorrows of human beings are not connected, but An Yichi touched his heart, clearly feeling a little depressed. At this time, Liang Duanyuan nodded his shoulder, and pointed at the table full of delicacies in the distance, "Let's eat first."

An Yichi stood up numbly following his strength, walked a hundred meters, and slowly recovered, "Sorry, it's me again..."

What he felt sorry for was naturally not the moment when he was in a daze just now.

The two of them were dressed in the cold before, and they opened the door and entered the new room, still a little restrained from each other.

Liang Duanyuan took off her coat and went straight to the balcony, saying that she was going to "lose the smell of cigarettes on her clothes". He closed the French sliding door, and hung the clothes stay on the protrusion of the window frame.

At first, just standing against the wall, An Yizhi felt a lot more at ease, but when he realized it, he had already taken off his coat and sank into the bed.

He leaned his face against the pillow and peeked at Liang Duanyuan's back. At that time, the glass basically turned into a mirror reflecting the light in the room.

In this mirror that only An Yichi could see, the lazy boy on the bed stretched out his arms, stroking his tall and tall silhouette with trembling fingertips.

He was ready to retract his hand at any time, and pressed his fingertips over Liang Duanyuan's head, seeing that the messy short hair was not under any pressure from him, and seeing that the straight and broad shoulders were completely unmoved by his pushing Seeing that the pair of long legs stuck straight into the floor like a spear didn't bend at all due to his attack, he just pursed his mouth when he thought it was interesting.

It was predictable that he would turn around and look back at any time, and immediately the man with a strange face didn't make any unnecessary movements, leaning against the railing for a while, his face turned sideways, and sparks lit up on his lips again.

An Yichi felt safer than ever, and he even had an illusion.

Could it be that as long as you don't open your mouth, the person outside the window will never come in?

Those amber eyes stared at Liang Duanyuan for a long time, until the shadow was dyed with a furry halo, for so long that the outline of the shadow was blurred and almost melted into the vast night, for so long... He closed his eyelids, and fell into the in a dream.

Fortunately, Liang Duanyuan was not in the state of being so rigid and respectful to An Yi holding delusions. When he opened his eyes following the slight movement, the person who was standing outside leaned against the door with his arms propped up, knocking gently on his toes. Hey, I just put on my shoes.

An Yizhi blinked and moved slightly, probably still immersed in his dream, he said something in a crying voice, almost talking to himself, "I was wrong, I listen to advice, don't go."

Liang Duanyuan looked up and was slightly taken aback.

An Yichi was wrapped in two soft quilts, his eyes were blurred, as if he was struggling to reveal a few slender white fingers, stretching out towards him, the white quilt covered his scarred forearm, as if he had always been cared for young master.

Liang Duanyuan felt that she had to get closer. He didn't know that he couldn't help himself, let alone that he was gentle. He squatted beside the bed and responded softly, "I didn't go, I'm waiting for you to wake up."

"Oh, that was a dream." A few strands of Qiancha's hair hung down from his forehead, covering his confused eyes. An Yi held the hand he handed over with his fingertips and sighed, "I dreamed You got rid of me and walked faster and faster, you said, "It's fine if you don't listen to me, I can't keep going around you, I still have my own business", I know what you said is very reasonable, but, But I've been listening very hard...don't rush away...I'm sorry."

Liang Duanyuan listened to the upside-down and jumbled words, stretched out her arms to hold him in her arms, and patted his back lightly. It seemed that he rarely had such patience, "I'm not leaving, I'm waiting for you."

The emotional torrential rain splashed across the face like a gust of wind, and then slowly dissipated like a broken urn leaking rain. An Yichi felt that what followed the sudden panic and the strength to hang himself forcibly.

Laziness and fatigue are like vines growing out of the darkness, wrapping tightly around his ankles again.

He almost forgot when he made the plan to block his friends one by one. He seemed to be used to living alone, used to the moments of spoofing and ingratiating, thinking that he was not good at anything. One bucket, how could it be the first time that he was so open and honest like today, there is a kind of relief after a long drought and rain.

It turns out that I can't lie to myself.

An Yichi faintly felt that something was wrong, he had already broken the rules he had set, and he was holding Liang Duanyuan's hand tightly.

But he couldn't bear to let go.

Liang Duanyuan may have noticed this inexplicable grievance, and said with a smile, "You have listened to my words, I know."

"But..." An Yichi buried his face in the pillow, his voice became husky, "Liang Duanyuan, I'm sick, it's useless for me to listen to you, my body is in too much pain, it doesn't listen to my orders much anymore gone."

This is the first time An Yiji has admitted his situation frankly. He said, "I will not be able to sleep all night long. My ears are full of the noise of heartbeat and blood flow. I feel that I am very irritable. Numb... But late at night, my roommate occasionally coughed, and I was always startled, and there was a sharp ringing in my ears, and my heart seemed to miss a beat... I couldn't control it."

He felt bored, turned his head, and there were conspicuous tear stains on the pillow, "When I wake up, my back always hurts, and I can't eat. I feel stagnant and nausea like acid reflux. You see, even if you just stretch out your hand, you can't hold it steady Stop shaking your wrists."

An Yichi struggled out of Liang Duanyuan's arms, and he stretched out a hand, "Maybe, maybe the darkest time has passed, but my body is broken, how can I still live? What should I do?"

The trembling hand stopped in the air for a long, long time, and lost its strength. Liang Duanyuan held it in his hand, and he found that the upside-down words had never appeared in An Yichi's diary.

The sudden complete trust made him a little at a loss, but the past brought between the lines only made him feel distressed.

"Don't be afraid." He patted the top of An Yizhi's hair and looked closely into his eyes. "If something is broken, as long as it is repaired properly, it will always be repaired."

This time, An Yichi lowered his head and remained silent for a long time, then suddenly looked up at him again, "What if the repaired thing is not as strong as it used to be? Am I going to have to become moody again and again, like a mantis controlled by an iron nematode?" ?”

He still remembered what he said, which made it obvious that Liang Duanyuan forcibly endured it, "Yi Zhi, you forgot, the original body is not very strong, otherwise how could it be so sick?"

"The worst is what it is now, right?" Liang Duanyuan said, "You get out of the worst state, and no matter where you go in the future, you will be getting better. The worst is nothing more than this, you are not afraid of anything .”

An Yichi blinked in a daze, and he rubbed his wrist subconsciously.

Liang Duanyuan pulled off his sleeves to cover him up, patted his lower back through the quilt, and said, "Let's go, let's go eat."

So in the banquet hall, An Yichi walked nonchalantly with a changing expression, as if there was something left to say.

"If I really feel sorry..." He still wanted to say something, but was cut off by Liang Duanyuan, who was walking in front of him and suddenly stopped, turned around and let An Yichi, who was bowing his head, slam his head into it into his arms, "don't be polite to me in the future."