I'm still doing fine

"Hmm." The corners of Liang Duanyuan's mouth curled up slightly, and he finally smiled. He watched An Yizhi drink the steaming milk one gulp at a time, and his Adam's apple rolled away, leaving a white mark on his lips, "The front desk is off work, The aunt on duty can't find sugar, is she still used to drinking it?"

An Yichi raised his head and drank the last sip, he was taken aback for a moment, thinking that he didn't show any hesitation, how could Liang Duanyuan know this little habit of his.

The glass knocked against the slate, and there was a crisp sound, and he suddenly smiled and said, "I have a photographic memory, my memory is really good."

He once mentioned in his diary, just such a small sentence, mixed in the miscellaneous daily life, and he almost forgot after a long time, "Drinking it while it is hot is not so fishy, ​​I am used to it."

"En." Liang Duanyuan tapped her lips to signal him, "That's good."

An Yichi blinked, stuck out his tongue and licked it around, resembling the baby face of the Fuji family, who was deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, then raised the back of his hand and wiped it clean.

The water vapor was dragged by this action and smeared around the lips, and climbed to the ends of the hair one after another, fainting to the forehead. Inadvertently, even the tips of the eyelashes were wet and appeared distinct, as if the proper eyeliner had been drawn on them, making the eyebrows and eyes more clear distinct.

After all, at the age of green onions, Bai Shengsheng's face was steamed with a pink tenderness like water, which really deserves to be called "beautiful and delicious".

For no reason, Liang Duanyuan made a swallowing motion with her throat rolling, as if her stomach was empty and she was a little hungry.

The small noise was hidden under the clear lingering of the water, and An Yichi didn't hear it, but only disturbed Liang Duanyuan's own confusion. He turned his gaze calmly, and looked up at the roof hanging high in the sky.

The criss-cross beams and ridge purlins pull the field of vision deeper and deeper, and the sound of water in the ear gradually becomes hollow.

The silence probably made the people around him a little uneasy. Just by glancing around, Liang Duanyuan noticed An Yichi's tense movements - he had to say something.

He had studied architecture for a year, and sometimes he would flip through the textbooks by himself when he was free. According to the "History of Foreign Architecture", the Roman Baths were the center of the city, responsible for socializing and entertaining the citizens, and flourished for a while.

He looked at it, but he didn't understand it, but now there was silence around him, only he and An Yichi were immersed in the same pool of hot water, and when the soaked bones were a little bit crisp, he suddenly felt blessed in his heart, the same as the old man thousands of years ago of primates have a consensus - the bathroom is really good for chatting.

Just like a strong wind can't scratch the coat of a pedestrian, but the sun can easily achieve the goal, Liang Duanyuan feels that the warmth seems to have invaded the heart, and in the comfort and comfort, one by one, the barriers of the past have been peeled off, making him feel , even if you say something that you haven't figured out yet, it probably doesn't matter.

Liang Duanyuan withdrew her gaze and put her elbow on the bank of the pool, in a gesture of long talk, "In the first few days of school, I picked up 39 new students."

"Ah... You picked up the whole class." An Yichi secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and smiled at him, "It was very hot those few days, thank you for your hard work."

"I..." Liang Duanyuan hesitated for a moment, because she still couldn't find the reason, "I seem to only remember your name."

An Yichi was taken aback for a moment, and suddenly he didn't know how to answer the conversation. Maybe Liang Duanyuan only saw his reflection in his eyes, which made him a little flustered.

The originally steady heartbeat seemed to be bewitched by an unknown person, and it suddenly made him dizzy.

What do you mean?

"You are very similar to me." Liang Duanyuan reached out to pluck a drop of water from his forehead hair, still looking at him, "I came alone, without family members behind, there are very few students like this, um, it should be It's only you, and I have to help you."

Oh... An Yichi rubbed his nose, thinking that it was lucky he didn't ask aloud, so as not to appear affectionate, and then remembered the 300 yuan he had stuffed out, and consciously shrunk down a little, letting the water slowly cover his mouth.

"You gave me money, I'm a little angry." As if amused by his guilty conscience, Liang Duanyuan smiled, "I want to say that I don't want your stuff, but I don't have the confidence. I just drank it. You have half a bottle of mineral water, there is really no guarantee that you can vomit beautifully on the spot."

"Cough——" An Yichi choked, and before he could struggle, he was lifted up by Liang Duanyuan. The nose and corners of his eyes were red, and he seemed a little uncomfortable, but he couldn't help laughing, "You, next time you tell a joke, can you tell me?" Do you want to say hello?"

"It's not a joke." Liang Duanyuan had no choice but to pat him on the back, "It's the truth."

"Just walking out of the dormitory, thinking that I was more stubborn than you in my freshman year, and I didn't show any affection to my seniors, and was even more straightforward than you. Suddenly, I felt that I had no position. And asking for trouble will end badly. For the first week, I slept on the bed with a quilt on, and it was very uncomfortable to sleep. I thought it was a good thing you wouldn’t be like this..."

He scratched his head, and his hair became more and more violent when wet with water, "I'm not so angry anymore, I wanted to take some time to visit you, but something happened, so I was busy and forgot."

"Look at me?" An Yichi looked over and repeated, "I don't know you well, and I don't treat you well. Why do you still want to come and see me?"

Liang Duanyuan didn't seem to have thought about this issue either, so she fell silent for a long time.

It was so long that An Yichi regretted it, and felt that he shouldn't ask such a question, so he was a little cold, and was about to explain, when he heard a little noise in his ear, Liang Duanyuan said seriously, "Sometimes I met someone in the shopping street. You, feel a little worried..."

"You look lonely."

Her complexion is very fair, her pupils are very light, she speaks with a smile, and has two asymmetrical dimples... very beautiful.

An Yichi was easy to distinguish in his eyes, but Liang Duanyuan couldn't explain the reason, thinking that his walking posture was a bit special.

No jumping, no stepping, no turning around and suddenly accelerating, the shoulders are always straight, the chin is closed, and the ground is not far ahead.

He seemed to grow steadily and quietly in the crowd. He saw the junior smiling and talking, seeing the junior stand up from the ground, seeing the junior running two steps to catch up with his companions who were walking...but he had never seen the junior The younger brother patted someone's shoulder, bumped someone's elbow, even if he smiled happily, he looked a little stiff.

Liang Duanyuan is familiar with this kind of posture, that kind of secretly angry, as if she doesn't need others, and...is not needed by others, that is herself wandering alone in the yard a long, long time ago.

An Yichi's mind went blank for a moment, like a muffled drum beating in his chest, he was so shocked that he couldn't speak, but he wanted to express, the words blurted out, as if forced out, " I don't……"

This is a bit futile, a bit deceptive.

His hand hidden under the water's surface unconsciously clenched into a fist, not too big, and didn't even make the slightest ripple on the water's surface, but Liang Duanyuan saw it.

He stretched out his hand and wrapped it around that one. For the first time, there was no hindrance, and he clenched skin to skin, "Are you afraid of being alone..."

He seemed to be asking An Yichi, and he seemed to be asking someone else through him.

It was an impulse, even though Liang Duanyuan knew very well that men probably shouldn't communicate with each other in such a posture.

He is very self-aware, knowing that he does not have the ability to heal injuries and diseases like a doctor, and he is not eager for success, so he immediately accommodated in a soft tone, "Well, I said nonsense."

An Yichi raised his head to look at him, a little surprised, avoided his eyes for a while, then lowered his head again, he stared at the back of the hand that almost completely wrapped him, with the corners of his lips slightly hooked, he didn't dare to move freely, and seemed to be slowing down took a breath.

The misty heat evaporated the sharp stars all over the sky, and time passed across the night sky, suddenly taking away a large section of silent blank space.

Liang Duanyuan looked around after a long time, but couldn't find the clock, so she stretched out her hand and grabbed Yi Zhi's wrist, and he was a little concerned about the rough feel of her fingers.

He pulled that arm up to his eyes, and touched the soft brown scab on the top, "It's almost there, let's go back."

An Yichi heard the sound of falling into the water, and then a large shadow fell in front of his eyes. Liang Duanyuan stood up, approached him again, and stood in front of him.

He stretched out his palm inward towards An Yichi, which was a standard handshake gesture, "Come."

An Yichi nodded, stretched out his hand to grab it for strength, and supported the bottom of the pool to stand up. He was about to stand upright, but the next moment his foot slipped, and he was pulled by gravity and suddenly lay flat and wanted to slide into the water.

In the blink of an eye, Liang Duanyuan stretched out his arms to grab his head, only in time to protect his head, and smashed both of them down again.

Without the skill of pressing the water splash, the gravity of the two pushed away the huge ripples.

With an exclamation, the dust settled, and the water in the pool gradually subsided.

"Well——" Liang Duanyuan heard a dull moan through the barrier of the water, and got up while supporting the bottom of the pool. With the other hand, she pushed An Yichi to sit up a step, so that his head finally When I surfaced, I was able to catch my breath smoothly.

"Did you hit your head?" In fact, his knee hurt, and he was afraid that An Yichi would be crushed, so he fell on his knees, and it was hard to think about it.

But he didn't care about that anymore, because he didn't wait for a reply when he asked.

He looked down and saw that the bloodless face was even more expressionless, only a few meandering water marks slid down the end of his eyes, as if he was crying.

Really, An Yichi's face was pale, and when he realized that his knees were stuck, it was the moment someone was standing there, and suddenly lost all his strength.

A tidal wave of fear flooded his thoughts, as if heavy, smelly waterweeds were entangled with his limbs, and he froze motionless.

Sound, light, and even warmth, the senses disappeared one by one. The warm spring water cooled the body from the toes to the top of the head.

It was only at this moment that Liang Duanyuan realized that their postures were not good. He happened to be kneeling on An Yi's chest, and even the slightest movement seemed to be aggressive. With a slight bow, he could see through the clear brown water. There are sporadic circular scars on the inner thighs.

Those more hidden scars that An Yizhi probably never exposed to others.

Liang Duanyuan stopped talking, he paused, embraced An Yichi, hugged him tightly, and patted his hands behind his back.

And An Yichi didn't respond at all, his mind was blank when the nightmare recurred.

An Yichi was never afraid of falling. He had already learned how to pat the dirt and stand up properly when he was very young. He knew that no one was waiting behind him, so he simply didn't cry.

But he was afraid of this aggressive posture.

He can force himself to forget deliberately, but he can't control his body's muscle memory.

He is shaking.