I'm still doing fine

An Yichi pretended to be deaf and dumb, while An Jimin kept silent. During the remaining months of that year's winter vacation, An's family covered up a small outlier, tacitly keeping it secret.

On a sunny afternoon, An Yichi found that his Alipay reminded him that there was a sum of money in his account, which was just enough to buy the air ticket back to school and the expenses for the first four months of school. The remitter was An Jimin.

No matter how much he hated his deviant behavior, he still didn't cut off his living expenses... An Yichi pursed his lips and sighed again. I don't know whether this is the result of Shang Xiaoyun's efforts to help him, or An Jimin himself Suddenly there was a little shaken result, and after a long time, he bought the ticket for the next day and started to pack his luggage.

That night, when An Jimin was watching TV as usual, and when he saw An Yichi's figure from the corner of his eye, he pulled his face down. Unexpectedly, An Yichi walked straight over and stood beside the TV.

"Dad, I received the living expenses, thank you." He said, "I will go back to school tomorrow... next vacation, um, in the future, if you don't want to see me, I won't come back."

An Jimin didn't speak for a long time, so An Yichi turned to go back to the room, but when he turned the flower stand, he heard a question, "Where do you want to go back?"

"You can live in the dormitory forever." An Yichi stopped, "And I took a year off from school, and I still have a lot of courses to retake."

"Reflect on yourself." An Jimin said after gritting his teeth for a while, "Come back after you think it through. If it doesn't work, go see a doctor. I don't need you for money."

An Yichi frowned and closed the door. In the early morning of the next day, he got up at 5:[-] and left home alone with his suitcase. His flesh was blowing, he shuddered, and carefully looked at the sleeping city in the distance, not knowing when he would come back next time.

There was a momentary depressurization when the plane lifted into the air, An Yizhi rubbed his ears, and watched the tape-shaped city gradually shrinking from the porthole, winding and circling among the mountains.

Stretching out his hand to touch Chengguan, whose face was gradually becoming blurred, he said goodbye to his hometown in silence.

In the occasional turbulent airflow at high altitude, An Yichi had a dream.

He shrunk his body and turned into a seven or eight-year-old child. He bid farewell to his mother and waved to his father, trying to keep Shang Xiaoyun back, but An Yiqian, who was holding her hand, was taller than himself. He turned around and took a look. They are all gone.

Leaving him to sit alone in an empty room surrounded by darkness, there is endless food on the table in front of him, and endless food on the floor beside him, but he can't read the words on it, can't see the pictures on it clearly, He just stared at the only door blindly, expecting someone to knock and open the door through there.

Long, dead, dull... no sound, no change.

The black fragments had sharp corners, but were as soft as feathers when they fell one after another. They scrambled to cover An Yizhi's body, burying him bit by bit without delay.

He stretched out his hand to ask for help, but no one answered, he opened his mouth to shout, but couldn't make a sound.

It seemed as if a century had passed, and what accompanied him was still the loneliness that could not be seen through at a glance.

He clicked his fingers unnaturally, and when he woke up, he saw the illuminated ceiling of the passenger cabin, which was close to the far and small, shrinking all the way to the end, and the stewardess was broadcasting, asking passengers to put away the small table, and the plane was about to land.

An Yichi was the last to get up, the last to go out, and the last to take his luggage from the turntable.

He stared at the huge floor-to-ceiling glass curtain wall, the Suo Sang winter sky, but his mind was in a trance, guessing where the people around him were going, looking for friends, visiting patients, going on business trips, traveling...all kinds of unreasonable goals, and finally all came together. In a word.

It seems that the whole world is rushing home, there are family members who are looking forward to their return, only him, nothing left, this time, really, I can't go home.

Many embarrassing things happened like this. An Yichi didn't tell anyone that he was coming back, so all the people walking on the road at the airport were strangers who passed by and then forgot about each other.

No one knows me, An Yichi thought, a tear fell

On the upper, along the raised arc of the boot to the foot, followed by another drop.

Holding a tissue, he pretended to blow his nose, furtively wiped his eyes, and lowered his head through the crowd circling outside the exit.

"Easy to hold?"

When the familiar voice sounded, An Yizhi slammed into someone's arms firmly, and there was a familiar breath, with a hint of tobacco, calm.

"Is the window open on the plane?" The visitor teased, held An Yichi half of his face, and gently rubbed his knuckles, "The eyes are so red..."

"Why are you here?" An Yichi wiped his eyes in a panic, cleared his throat, "I didn't tell you, you have to go to work today, right?"

Only then did he realize that Liang Duanyuan was wearing an outfit he had never seen before. Under the long black down jacket was a well-fitting and decent dark gray suit, a crisp coat with notched collar, and a simple white shirt. A patterned tie, and straight-leg dress pants without curling edges, wrapped in a pair of straight and powerful long legs, is a completely different maturity and handsomeness from the past.

"Looks good?" Liang Duanyuan rubbed An Yizhi's red ears, "Remember your ID number, I called the customer service number of China Eastern Airlines to check the flight number."

"But, how do you know it's today?" An Yichi stretched out his hand, but after all, he still didn't dare to hug him in front of the crowd, he hugged him half a circle, and put it back in his pocket.

"Didn't you ask me what special products I want a few days ago? I thought you would come back in a few days." Liang Duanyuan picked up his suitcase, grabbed him with the other hand and walked outside the terminal building, "call the customer service I searched four or five times, and I happened to find out...you're still hungry, aren't you?"

"I'm sorry to trouble you," An Yichi pursed his lips, "I didn't mean to hide it from you, but I'm afraid that if I tell you, you will ask for leave again."

"Don't trouble me." Liang Duanyuan looked forward, "Come here, no matter how windy or rainy, I will pick you up."

"A writer named Liang Shiqiu said it." When the glass door opened automatically, and the cold wind blew past, Liang Duanyuan looked back at Yi Chi and smiled, "Welcome back."

After Liang Duanyuan finished speaking, she walked around to the back of the car to put her luggage. An Yichi leaned back into the passenger seat, still immersed in the aftertaste of a welcome sound, and waited for Liang Duanyuan to sit in the driver's seat and close the door before she said a word with a smile , "Well, when I come back, I will probably not leave again for a long time in the future."

The car window let in the bright sky light, and no longer caring about the sight of others, Liang Duanyuan leaned over and pinched his chin to examine him carefully.

He knew the camera would eat up a lot of detail, but he still underestimated how serious those injuries looked.

The skin under the eyes and the corners of the lips, which were already quite delicate, had suffered such a heavy blow, leaving not only bruises, but also small overlapping tears, revealing the bright red new flesh inside, which has grown so much God, still not completely healed.

"It's a bit ugly," An Yichi smiled, "Let's be ugly for a while."

Liang Duanyuan stared at him, sighed for a long time, and kissed him lightly on the corner of his lips. Only then did he realize that distressed was not an exaggerated adjective, but a real, physiological reaction in the chest. After a while, he said sullenly, "I don't want to send you back to school, how about staying with me for a few days?"

An Yichi nodded and reached out to pat him on the head, "If you don't bother me, you can do anything."

"It's a deal." Liang Duanyuan swept away his depression, took out the bread and milk and handed it over, and fastened his seat belt for him. His mood became better visible to the naked eye, and he kicked the accelerator and drove towards the expressway around the city, "Put your stomach first, I'll take you to dinner."

When the two of them left after lunch and the car finally stopped somewhere, An Yichi understood what he meant.

Liang Duanyuan was indeed at work. Starting at two o'clock in the afternoon, at the Shuosang Automobile Convention and Exhibition Center, there was a technology product expo. He wore such neat formal clothes for product promotion.

He didn't want to let An Yichi go, so he dragged someone to accompany him to work. The staff lounge was located in a remote place, and it was very quiet when the door was closed.

"There are a lot of people outside and it's messy. You can sleep here for a while and wait for me, okay?" Liang Duanyuan picked out a soft-covered recliner, and when An Yichi sat down, she took off her down jacket and covered him. "I told you they wouldn't

Come in casually, and we will go home after the event ends around [-] o'clock. "

An Yichi gets up early in the morning, and has no interest in technological products, and he doesn't like crowded and noisy places... This is a very reasonable proposal, not to mention that he is used to letting things go, and he will never resist Liang Duanyuan.

But now being questioned so carefully, An Yichi suddenly realized that it's different, Liang Duanyuan is a completely different person from An Jimin.

The sudden steadfastness and peace of mind were like a fluffy woolen blanket, which made him willingly lose consciousness. Liang Duanyuan might have kissed him on the temple, An Yichi closed his eyes, bent over lips.

Maybe he fell asleep, or maybe he wasn't asleep, he seemed to be able to vaguely hear the sound of the radio outside, but he couldn't detect the passage of time.

In short, when he felt his cheeks wet and struggled to open his eyes, it was almost seven o'clock. The short day of winter passed, and it was completely dark outside the window.

"It's over." Liang Duanyuan carefully avoided the wound, wiped his face with a warm towel, reached under his clothes, and stroked his fingertips, "It doesn't look cold, let's go, let's go home , it's time to clear the field here."

"That's your booth." An Yichi suddenly remembered to ask when he passed by the wreckage of those shack display boards, "What are the products you make about?"

Liang Duanyuan put the down jacket on him and thought for a while, "You will learn about smart cities and the Internet of Things in the limited elective courses in the future. But the company is too small, and we can only do one of the small side systems. "

"But although it's small, it's all self-developed." He looked at the darkened display boards, with a tiny glint in his eyes, "As long as you master the technology, there will always be a chance to make it bigger in the future, say no Right."

"What you're doing," An Yichi looked up, "Do you like it?"

"Yeah." Liang Duanyuan said, "Just like you, it is very important to me."