I'm still doing fine

"Don't be afraid." Liang Duanyuan didn't know the reason at all, but she was aware of his rejection, so she took a step back first, and when she didn't get better, she became ruthless and moved closer to An Yizhi's direction, hugging the person and whispering in his ear over and over again. While repeating, "Take a deep breath, it's me, don't be afraid."

There is no gap between them now, separated by a thin layer of swimsuit fabric.

The skin is close to the skin, the exhalation is entangled with the inhalation, through the skeletal muscles and warm blood, the two heartbeats are gradually synchronized, one after another.

An Yichi was like an old short-circuited TV set, being slapped by Liang Duanyuan along the back, he regained his sanity one by one.

The sudden fear was finally dissipated, and disappeared in a panic, like a train roaring away, leaving behind a soft aftertaste.

Finally, there is nothing to be afraid of.

"Fortunately..." He relaxed, his chin rested on Liang Duanyuan's shoulder, and he let out a long breath, "It's you."

Stretching out his hand slowly and carefully, he tentatively wrapped his arms around Liang Duanyuan's neck, and after a while it was firmly attached, feeling unprecedentedly at ease.

"I'm sorry." He pressed his numb fingertips, his expression looked gloomy, with a kind of fatigue that had been tense for a long time and suddenly relaxed, "I really don't want to be so emotional all the time... it can only hurt others, it's useless at all. "

"I have decided to forget, to forget all those bad people and things..."

For a while, he couldn't realize that the inexplicable peace of mind came from Liang Duanyuan's hug, so he smiled slightly, his voice trembling,

"But suddenly being pressed like that, I realized that I still remember that the cigarette butt is really... very hot."

"My roommate thinks I'm not willing to communicate, but I'm not. I really want to say it, but I dare not say it. Because they don't know anything, I have to explain and repeat it from the beginning, which will make me a little humiliated." An Yi Rubbing Liang Duanyuan's shoulders, she moved a little away to look at his face, the amber-like pupils were full of hope, "What about you, do you know?"

"Well, I understand." Liang Duanyuan slammed into those eyes, he responded softly, understood the endless talk, moved his hand from behind to the front, flexed his index finger and scraped An Yizhi's hand Jaw, gently wiped away the dripping water marks on his cheeks, he said, "You are very brave."

An Yichi was taken aback for a moment, he didn't expect Liang Duanyuan to use this word - brave.

Many people said that he was cowardly and withdrawn, talking about it openly and secretly.

They say that the person being bullied has his own problems, otherwise why would he not provoke others, but why would he provoke you?

They say that a person who is being bullied must have a flawed personality, otherwise how can he be as quiet as a background board and not even have a friend?

They said that those who were bullied blamed themselves for being too cowardly. If they stared at the leader and beat them to death, if they were scared once, they would not dare to do it again.

There were so many gossips that An Yizhi gradually began to feel that it was his fault.

He decided to change it, at least, at least put on a posture and try to fight back.

So when someone asked him to borrow living expenses again, An Yichi insisted on not compromising.

He'd never been in a fight, fought back for the first time ever, and it's embarrassing to think about it now, and he's gone to his teacher with a dirty nosebleed.

"Teacher, it's autumn. It's dry and dry. A little nosebleed doesn't count as an injury. Look at me." The one who asked for money poked into the office, and stretched out his hand for some reason with a little scratch, " He even scratched my hand!"

An Yichi was stunned, speechless by the wicked man's first complaint, he was sure that he had never encountered this man's clothes.

But the teacher is willing to listen, and maybe this hot-tempered man doesn't want to care about these trivial matters, so he waved his hands happily to be a peacemaker,

"One slap can't be slapped, both of them are at fault. You apologize to each other, and the matter is over. Men, they get closer and closer, and when they leave the society, there are many grievances like this. There won’t always be a teacher making decisions for you.”

"I'm sorry, I'll be careful next time, and I won't 'hurt' you." The one who asked for money stretched out his hand to him, with glaring malice on the corner of his mouth, and a very long rhetorical question, "What about you?"

An Yichi took root under his feet, and his brain was eroded by the sticky and scorching darkness. He couldn't figure it out, he had done nothing wrong, so why is it his turn to apologize?He refused to apologize.

The male teacher tapped his fingers on the desk. After waiting for a long time, the male teacher finally became impatient. He slapped the table hard and scolded, "I think it's your problem! Why are big men so stingy? We all live together, and fighting and quarrels are inevitable. It's all shake hands and make peace, still not moving?!"

At that time, the only thing An Yichi could do was to persist, bow his head, clench his fists, and remain silent.

The ears are filled with the murmur of breathing like a passing hurricane.

call------

call----

call--

There was a conspicuous black line at the joint between the two tiles in front of the office door. When he stepped on it, someone behind him put his shoulders on his shoulders, and a hot and humid warning sounded in his ears, "At night, wash and wait .”

The hairs on the back of An Yizhi's neck stood on end, and his heart felt numb from the cold.

That night, the clouds were low and thick, covering the sky with a thick layer, not revealing a shred of light.

Five people came to the dormitory, occupying his bed in all directions, looked up at the door, and finally dropped the poker in his hand.

"Hey, when you have the guts, you won't come back!" The man kicked the chair and stood up, pressing his fists, and his knuckles made a crisp sound, "Come on, hurry up, the lights will be turned off if it's later."

The legs of the stool rubbed against the ground, making harsh noises, and the dazzling light of the incandescent lamp overhead flickered.

They pulled An Yichi's school pants, they blocked the foot of An Yichi's bed, they got stuck between An Yichi's legs, and extinguished the cigarette butts in their hands one by one.

An Yichi didn't yell out, clutching the iron rod at the head of the bed, the heels of his legs pierced like hundreds of red-hot needles one after another, he was shaking with pain, but he insisted on enduring it like that, staring at the ceiling in humiliation, from beginning to end.

"Go ahead, you have the guts to take off your pants in front of Old Wu." Before leaving, the man looked at him with a smile, "This time, if you say so, I will admit it."

In front of An Yichi, he blocked the mouth of the burning lighter with his thumb, "It's just that I may have some scars on my body. I just accidentally burned it. It doesn't count as an injury, does it?"

"Oh, there's more." The person who had already left the door suddenly turned back, leaned on the door and twisted his fingers, showing a wild smile, "It feels good, and next time, I don't want to leave you a layer of cloth." How about we try something else?"

He raised his eyebrows and smiled, waved his hand behind his back and walked away, leaving no trace on the callused thumb from playing cards.

The next day, An Yichi took sick leave. Her legs, which were rarely seen, were tender, and the burns were all in one piece. The pain was so painful that it was difficult to walk.

In the following week when he hadn't recovered but couldn't find an excuse to ask for leave, he gritted his teeth and ran for six days of morning exercises. Every time he went back to the dormitory to change a pair of pants, it was like tearing off a new layer of flesh from a wound.

As for the one who asked him for money, everything was as usual, and he probably changed his target to find a good guy, but unexpectedly he gained a few catties.

At that time, An Yichi sat on the chair without crossing his legs, his posture was very obtrusive, but no matter how anyone talked about him, he would go in from one ear to the other and out from the right.

He realized that his struggle was useless.Tit-for-tat can't solve any problems, and no one will suffer for him if he is beaten.

The only way to get rid of bullying is to stop looking lonely.

Such a feeble struggle—is it really possible to jump up and down to climb the word "brave"?

An Yi held doubts, frowned and didn't know how to express it. He opened his mouth, but he didn't say a word after all. He raised his arm to chest height, as if pointing at himself, and then fell down slumped.

"Yes, you are very brave." This powerless hand was falling into Liang Duanyuan's palm. An Yichi looked at him eagerly, thinking that this person might really have some magical mind reading skills, "not assimilated by violence , obediently became one of this group of trash, and was not afraid of pain, and then dragged others to block the knife... It is not brave to struggle and resist and die with them. Yi Zhi, you have done a good job."

"You met one of the very few unreasonable garbage in the crowd. You are not cowardly and incompetent, but just unlucky." At that time, the stars seemed to fall into his eyes, and Liang Duanyuan's naked visit was like a sharp sword. , piercing the stagnant and hot air, splitting An Yizhi's defense that was so thick that he couldn't take it off.

"I'll accompany you to see a doctor when we go back. Let's take a picture, take some medicine, and sleep well." He raised his head slightly to reach An Yi's wet forehead hair, and he could see such a low profile He is actually not used to the action, "Forget everything that is not worth remembering, and tell me if you want to say something, we always have to move forward, right?"

The night wind blew past his back, and the water droplets evaporated one by one, taking away the thin layer of warmth from An Yizhi's body. He shivered, and suddenly wanted Liang Duanyuan to hug him again.

"Yeah." He did exactly that, and opened/opened/both arms at Liang Duanyuan, sniffing his nose with a rare initiative, "Yes, can you hug me, it's cold."

As expected, but also unexpectedly, Liang Duanyuan hugged him, with her arms wrapped around her waist, her cheeks pressed against her ears, but it was far more than what he asked for, and she pulled him into the water. forehead, leaving a kiss-like touch on the temples.

Behind what Liang Duanyuan couldn't see, An Yichi opened his eyes in a daze, feeling that things had developed beyond expectations, his heartbeat stopped for a beat, and then it seemed like it was about to jump out of his throat manically.

He was a little dizzy, looking at the distant mountains, he felt that the sky and the earth were spinning slightly, but he felt happy and excited, bringing out a feint that was hard to ignore.

What's going on here?

Thinking that he probably liked this hug very much, An Yichi was secretly surprised.

Embracing him is a luxury that cannot be met. It has never been easy to go from being frugal to extravagant, and it is difficult to go from extravagant to frugal. He is very pessimistic. Now he returns rationally and shouts in his ear, "Hey, he is gone. What can you do, are you really stupid?"

But now he is full of joy, rationality can't hold back the surge of comfort, he feels his whole body is throbbing, jumping against Liang Duanyuan's skin, jumping around Liang Duanyuan's arms, even sneaking across Liang Duanyuan's chest. Fingertips are also jumping.

Probably tenderness and love are like the spring breeze, bringing a little warmth that has been brewing for a long time, and it is easy for people to relax their vigilance, whether it is for others or for themselves.

"No, there is one sentence you said is wrong." As if separated by a layer of frosted glass, An Yichi heard himself say something stupid, "I'm very lucky..."

"I am very lucky to meet you."

Like a wisp of ghost floating back into the body, after saying this, An Yichi's face flushed suddenly, and before he took a breath, the roots of his ears felt hot.

The voice was leisurely and erratic, wrapped in the fine waves of the microwave, and entangled in the dense mist.

An Yi held his arms tightly, and suddenly felt that the person holding him moved, even a little violently, breaking free from the restraints, his tone was urgent and blunt, "It's time to go back."

The familiar warmth is suddenly gone, and the misty light seems to be dimmed accordingly.

An Yichi stood still and didn't move, as if being drenched by a scoop of cold water with ice and thorns.

Anxiety, nervousness, regret... scrambling to be the first to be mixed in his chest, all of them were stuck in his throat, making him a little out of breath.

What shouldn't be said, he lowered his head, looking at the empty palm, what shouldn't be said.

He was so sad that Liang Duanyuan staggered to his feet, pulled him up into the dressing room, even wrapped him in a clean bath towel, wiped off the water stains on him, and he still didn't know In a trance where I am.

"Yi Chi." An Yichi didn't look up, but Liang Duanyuan should have sighed, "It's time to go back."

His hand on An Yichi's shoulder suddenly slid upwards, past the thin and delicate white collarbone, past the smooth and clean soft jaw, and stopped on the plump and vermilion lips, "I want to say that Auntie is about to I'm here to chase people away, I don't want you to be seen like this..."

When he bowed slightly and approached, An Yichi had just raised his head, with a forced smile, a small gap between his lips, and he probably thought of an excuse to explain his silly words.

When Liang Duanyuan's lips touched the corner of his mouth, An Yichi suddenly closed his mouth and stopped.

He clenched the corner of the towel tightly with his knuckles, and he even forgot to close his eyes.

Liang Duanyuan's lips were warm and soft, rolling along the corners of his lips to the middle bit by bit.

That speed can be called slow, if you want to dodge, you can dodge it.

Breathe... it's hot.

Thinking of this, An Yichi turned his head, and the unfamiliar lips were pressed together.