have hidden illness

In the blink of an eye, it was mid-May.

The weather is getting hotter, and the old ceiling fan on the ceiling of the classroom is making a creaking sound, diligently dispelling the rising heat.The countdown sign on the blackboard jumped to three without knowing it.The various test papers, homework and textbook references on the students' desks piled up higher and higher. Sometimes they bowed their heads, and the teacher couldn't see what they were doing when they stood on the podium.

It is needless to say that the students were tired and tired, and the teachers also gritted their teeth like a war and endured the last darkness before liberation, concentrating and concentrating the knowledge, refining and refining it, trying to make them absorb as much as possible. A little bit of race against time.

Director Huang also spends more time going back and forth between classes. He often quietly lies on the back door and window of the classroom to check whether the students have persisted in studying hard.The Tao is one foot tall and the devil is ten feet high. After the monkeys in Class [-] found out, they simply pasted several thick layers of test papers on the back door window, making Director Huang blow his beard at the pasted physics questions when he came to check. After staring for a long time, he went to the classroom of Class [-] and removed the papers stuck on it by himself.

In the evening self-study, Gao Xun sat on the podium to grade the papers. After a few grades, he felt his eyes sore, so he took off his glasses and closed his eyes to rest for a while.The moment he opened his eyes, Gao Xun vaguely saw that there seemed to be someone sitting in the last seat on the rightmost row of the classroom. He was startled, and hurriedly put on his glasses. It turned out that Teacher Wu was sitting there giving a lecture to the students next to him.

Gao Xun couldn't help taking his phone out of his pocket to open Kuang Huaiye's dialog box, staring at the "I miss you so much" that Kuang Huaiye would send every day.

Gao Xun didn't cut off contact with Kuang Huaiye after he left the country, because he knew that if there was no news from him here, Kuang Huaiye would probably find a chance to come back, just like he only heard him on the phone during the Chinese New Year. While crying, Kuang Huaiye wanted to come back immediately to make sure he was okay.

What Kuang Huaiye is facing may not be as dangerous as he guessed, but it may not be as easy as he said just watching the children.

Gao Xun didn't want him to be distracted.

So he didn't cut off contact with Kuang Huaiye.The day and night between them are still upside down, both of them are busy and tired, and the phone calls have become very extravagant. On the dialogue page, Kuang Huaiye's "I miss you very much" and Gao Xun's "Be careful".

It's like a ceremony to confirm survival in the midst of chaos.

The last two classes on Saturday turned into a special session for checking and filling in vacancies and troubleshooting, so the end time became more and more difficult to control. Many teachers from far away from home began to live in the school on Saturdays, but Gao Xun No matter what time it is over, he will rush back to his small apartment.

Because every Sunday he has to paint.A painting for Kuang Huaiye as a birthday present.

Although he didn't say yes at the time, he actually agreed in his heart.

At first he thought it would take only a week or two to complete, but it must have been abandoned for a long time, and no matter how he drew it, it seemed very stiff, which was very different from Kuang Huaiye in his impression.

Kuang Huaiye should be better.

I can't send out paintings that I am not satisfied with, so I gradually lose my hand, and I draw more and more.Kuang Huaiye who was smoking a cigarette, Kuang Huaiye who jumped in from the window sill, Kuang Huaiye who raised his eyebrows and smiled, Kuang Huaiye who pressed himself against him and kept attacking...

Sometimes when Gao Xun looks at paintings all over the place, Gao Xun can't tell whether he wants to draw the most satisfying painting for Kuang Huaiye, or just honestly write every picture of Kuang Huaiye that comes back and forth in his mind. record it.

Gao Xun wiped the end of Kuang Huaiye's eyes in the painting with his fingertips, and suddenly felt that the painting should be colored, but I don't know if it can be adjusted out of that special and beautiful gray-green.

When he tilted his head to think about the coloring problem, the phone suddenly rang.

"Hello, is this Mr. Gao Xun?" the other end asked politely.

"I am, who are you?"

"Oh, my side is the courier management office of the community property. You have an expedited courier in the same city. The guy who delivered the courier went to work on the first day, and he couldn't find the building. He was in a hurry. Look, I can sign for you first and then Shall I send it to you later?"

Expedited intra-city express delivery?

He didn't buy anything online, and no one should send him anything, except Kuang Huaiye...

"Then please help me to sign for it first, no need to send it over, I will go to pick it up now."

"All right, then I'll wait for you!"

Gao Xun calculated the time and estimated that it was still midnight at Kuang Huaiye's place, so he hurriedly changed his shoes, took his keys and mobile phone and went out without asking him what he sent.

Gao Xun received a pot of hydrangea at the express management office of the property.

The petals of this hydrangea are not a single color, but a gradient of pink, purple and light apricot, which looks rare and precious.Gao Xun checked the delivery note, and the place of delivery was a flower garden in the suburbs.

Hydrangeas are planted in many parks in this city, but according to past experience, these hydrangeas usually bloom vigorously in early June. The hydrangea bloomed outside, and quickly picked out such a beautiful pot and sent it to him.

It was as if he was here and hadn't left.

Gao Xun and the property owner thanked him, and walked home slowly with the potted flower in their arms.

Kuang Huaiye's longing was specific, it was concreted into a hydrangea plant, held in his arms, and wanted to follow him home.

The moment he opened the door and saw the mess everywhere, Gao Xun thought his home had been robbed.

Just as he was about to call the police, he saw his mother, whom he hadn't seen since the unpleasant New Year's dinner, standing in the middle of his living room, furious.

It may be true to say that it was robbed.

His paintings, so many pictures of Kuang Huaiye, were torn to pieces and thrown on the ground. There were also smashed painting utensils lying on the ground together. Even his easel was pushed down, lying quietly on her bed. behind.

What a familiar scene.

Gao Xun put down the pot of hydrangea in his hand, and he purposely put it far away, he didn't want innocent people to be implicated as soon as it was carried back.

"You haven't contacted me for such a long time, I thought you should know how to reflect, so you are hiding at home and painting these shady things?"

This time, she was standing on her cliff, and he could hear the wind from the abyss in her voice.

"Gao Xun!" Her calmness and restraint were scattered on the ground like a torn painting by her: "What kind of unsightly things do you draw? Who is this boy?"

His eyes stayed on the debris all over the ground, he didn't kneel down, he couldn't kneel down on this cliff, even if his knees always weakened unnaturally when he felt her fury, he couldn't kneel anymore .

She wasn't so angry when he secretly painted in high school. He thought that after all, listening to someone's report and witnessing it with his own eyes must have a different degree of stimulation.

What's more, several of Kuang Huaiye in his paintings are naked.

This made her no longer able to take chances.

"Gao Xun! Speak!"

"...It's not something shameful." Gao Xun's downcast eyes slowly lifted up, looking straight at her.

He was very sad, he knew what kind of answer she was expecting, but he was going to let her down.He was always unwilling to let her down, that's why there was that letter of guarantee, and there were so many compromises and bows.But during the dispute during the Chinese New Year, he knew that he couldn't do it, it was already the limit, and he could no longer pretend that he could conform to her imagination.He also couldn't casually say that he was just a good friend like he did in high school, because Kuang Huaiye had never been his good friend.

He is more important.

He is someone he can't hide even in front of his mother.

"I like this boy."

"……Can you say that again?"

Gao Xun looked at her pale face without a trace of blood, felt pain in his heart, gritted his teeth and said again: "Mom, I like boys."

Gao Yue felt that he had lost his language, and felt dizzy for a while, and then his vision went dark, and he passed out.