I'm still doing fine

The miscellaneous footsteps stopped abruptly, leaving only the noisy current sound from the security intercom still ringing

Cheng Jingqiao from the Civil Engineering Institute just said "Damn..." He just vomited halfway, came back to his senses, said "I'll go to your counselor.", and ran away in a hurry again

The little nurse pinched the alcohol wipe that was supposed to cool down, and after a moment of stunned, she turned to wipe his arm and clean the wound.

……

Before the doctor's straightforward questioning began, Liang Duanyuan heard an inaudible sigh. Only then did he finally understand why An Yichi refused to let go.

More eye-catching than the white skin that never sees light, is the dense and hideous scars... cut by knives

On the jade-like delicate skin, there are many linear dents that can only be seen clearly at a certain angle, and occasionally overlap with brown scabs that can be seen at a glance, or fresh cracks with dried blood, which have been covered with sweat. Washing the bloody imprints that meander into coils... It is easy to distinguish, some scars are old, and some are newly added

At first he felt that this scene was a bit sudden, but after a few breaths he denied the statement, it was not completely flawless, but An Yichi's tone made people think he was joking

A few days ago, when Xiao Bailong was going to the dormitory area, Chen Chen looked around and had nothing to say, so he asked An Yichi casually, "Why are you wearing long sleeves?"

An Yichi said, "I'm afraid of the sun."

"It's almost 40°. Heatstroke is more dangerous than sunburn. Are you afraid of dying from the sun?"

Chen Chen pulled the collar of his short-sleeved shirt to breathe. When Liang Duanyuan looked over, An Yichi was turning his head to avoid the oncoming hot wind. Say, "How do you know?"

Chen Chen shook his head, and started to talk about the definition of "true warrior". At that time, no one cared about it.

Liang Duanyuan came back to her senses, her eyes passed through the gap between the figures, and suddenly she dared not move

An Yichi cried

Quiet without any extra sound, a tear fell from the corner of the bright red eye, all the way along the sideburns, through the ear, and finally disappeared in the light brown hair

Weng Zhang's nostrils caused a few rapid sobs, An Yizhi's lips were trembling, and the indentation made by the teeth on his lower lip became deeper and deeper, and the original color of the skin could hardly be seen. He closed his eyes, tightly, self-deceivingly suppressed

He felt that the time was extremely long, and if the surrounding vision had any substance, he hoped that nothing had happened. When he opened his eyes, he was standing neatly in the military training team without moving away.

Liang Duanyuan had never seen such a clear humiliation on anyone's face, and his rare empathy ability suddenly flourished at this moment, as if the person who was lying on the ground and was watched and discussed wantonly became himself, the kind The shame of having a hidden secret revealed is no better than walking down the street naked

So he approached, half-kneeling beside An Yichi, blocking the sight of more and more onlookers, and said before the doctor could chase them away, "The counselor is on his way here, and I'm his homeroom teacher."

The security guard finally remembered his duty, and walked to disperse the crowd, "Don't look, don't look, the vending machine is at the stairs, and the toilet is at the end of this road, don't block it here!"

The doctor fixed his glasses and looked at him, nodding his head in tacit agreement. Although he didn't expect to see blood in the emergency of heatstroke, he still bandaged the wound carefully and thoughtfully. After everything was done, he let him put on a blouse to cover An Yizhi The bare forearm is the basketball uniform that Liang Duanyuan always left behind in the lounge

"In your situation, don't go back to training in the future. If your physical fitness is so poor, you have to fight hard... It's impossible not to take heat stroke as a serious matter, and it will be fatal." The doctor squeezed an alcohol cotton pad and wiped An Yizhi carefully. joints of the body, but the next words were said to Liang Duanyuan, her eyes turned to look at the room where there was no one on the side, and she simply motioned, "I'll go and issue a certificate for you."

An Yichi probably wasn't quite conscious yet, he frowned tightly and said nothing, Liang Duanyuan patted him on the shoulder, hesitated for a moment, and said, "I'll be back soon."

Then he got up and followed the doctor into the empty side room. The doctor put the stethoscope back in his pocket and fanned himself. He asked, "Did this student have any past medical history when he reported for duty?"

Liang Duanyuan could only shake his head, he really didn't know, the physical examination for new students hadn't started yet, no one had a chance to find anything unusual

"..." The doctor frowned, and spoke carefully, "This level of self-injury behavior has to be considered to see if there is a mental disorder. If it is serious, it is not recommended to continue to school in principle. Discuss with the counselor and contact as soon as possible Parents, it's best to take it to the provincial doctor for a diagnosis. Otherwise, if something happens in the future, the school will not be able to take responsibility."

"Yes." Liang Duanyuan nodded, his eyes fell down, and he said, "I see."

"Well, I remember." The doctor packed up the medicine box, left half a bottle of medical alcohol and cotton cloth for him, and got up as if he was about to leave, "Heat stroke is not a big problem this time, let him sit here for a while. He doesn't want to go to the rescue station, I will leave a nurse here for him, and the needle will be pulled out in a while and it will be over."

He stepped out for half a body, and suddenly adjusted his glasses again and came back, smiling politely, "By the way, come with me to get the medicine, and pay the consultation fee by the way, and bring a card."

A few minutes later, Liang Duanyuan came back from the first aid station, folded the receipts and put them in her pocket, knocked on the open door

An Yichi has already entered the side room, and now he is sitting by the corner of the wall, as if in a daze, his complexion is better than before, but still pale, holding the regulator of the infusion tube, watching the liquid in the burette drip down drop by drop, smelling Sheng turned his head and smiled at him, "Please come in."

"Remember to give this certificate to the counselor. You don't need to participate in training in the future. You will go back to the dormitory and have a good rest later." Liang Duanyuan walked over to sit in front of him, and after a while, she grabbed the corner of the blouse and exerted light force without noticing him. Only then did he take off the clothing that covered the scar, and tentatively, turned the palm

The most conspicuous dent on the wrist is parallel to the direction from the heel of the palm to the bend of the elbow. It is an old incision cut vertically. It can be seen that it should have been stitched.

An Yizhi's curled fingertips moved a few times as a reflex, and then stopped, "This time, don't tell my parents, okay?"

"I'm afraid it won't work." Liang Duanyuan tried to be tactful, but couldn't think of a better explanation, so she could only stare into his eyes and tell the truth, "The school has to be responsible to you."

"... Oh. Thank you anyway." An Yichi's expression darkened, and he withdrew his hand as if nothing had happened. After a while, he pursed his lips and brought up the dimples on his cheeks, and said "I'm sorry" hesitantly.

Liang Duanyuan was a little angry when he left that day, An Yichi understood

He was entrusted to the care of the primary school head teacher when he entered school at the age of six. He changed his mother when he was eight years old. Although his father was dripping with the same blood, he was always impatient to take care of the feelings of half-children. Like a quail, it is rare to have a good face when it is obedient

It can be said that he grew up watching people's eyes and guessing people's thoughts. No matter how dull his talent is, at his age, he is already a master at observing words and expressions

So he gave Liang Duanyuan money on purpose, he didn't want to make new friends, so he politely refused.At that time, he didn't think there was anything wrong with giving money. The seniors who sold mattresses, the seniors who promoted English daily newspapers, and the men and women who promoted apps, weren't they all for money?

Giving money is always right, at least not letting others suffer

Thinking about it afterwards, I realized that I owed a little, just like Liu Guanzhang wearing a cloak and wearing snow when he visited the thatched cottage three times. Instead of coming out, Mr. Wolong asked the book boy to pay some silver taels to buy it clean. "Mr. double the price to compensate you for the wasted time of running around for a few days, and don’t teach you to suffer.” People who come here with the heart of seeking talents feel that money is an insult to their affection

"Yeah." Liang Duanyuan looked at the pale smiling face, sighed, stretched out his hand and tapped the dimple formed by the smile, and said, "Don't pay me next time, treat me to dinner."

The warm wind blows the treetops, blowing the dazzling silver-like sunlight in midsummer into the window, the playground whistle blares urgently, mixed with cicadas and birds singing one after another

Chen Chen ran out from the construction team, thanking the "timely rain"-like whistle in his heart. Halfway up and waved at him lazily

Chen Chen then ran even faster, wondering what the hell this rascal rabbit was doing, he clearly didn't know him, why was he so enthusiastic?

Guan Qifu stood at attention in a good mood, smirking to himself, his inner eyes narrowed into a line, the tails of his eyes drooping slightly, he really looked like a rogue rabbit, his cute temperament dispelled the oppression brought by his extraordinary height, very Somewhat subtly handsome, he still doesn't know that he has a new nickname

"Student!" When the team dispersed at dinner time, Guan Qifu followed up two steps to catch up with the previous boy, "The drink was given by the head teacher, right? Are you from Chen Chen's class?"

"Yes, what's wrong?" The boy stopped to look at him

"Well, I was too thirsty and stole a bottle of water from you, but I forgot the water glass in a plastic bag and was taken away by your class teacher. Can you give me his contact information? I'm looking for a water glass." Qi Fu clasped the boy's shoulder and patted, "That cup is worth the price of several packs of cigarettes, brother help me."

"Then..." The boy took out his mobile phone, "I only have a QQ number here."

So Guan Qifu successfully got what he wanted, watched the boy walk away, walked back to the corner under the rostrum, picked up his own water glass, fiddled with his mobile phone, and walked towards the cafeteria with a wicked smile

When Chen Chen received a friend application, he habitually clicked on it without even looking at it. The two unrelated lives began to intersect from here. He recalled later that he always felt that maybe he didn't accept the application that day, and maybe the story would not be the same later. Such twists and turns, but at this moment, who thinks so much?