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I was in a state of intoxication that whole night, neither awake nor asleep.

The biological clock and the alarm clock failed at the same time. When I got up, it was already the end of the first class.

I didn't wash my face, didn't wear slippers, and ran barefoot to the door of the knight's room.

The door was wide open, and I desperately clawed at the door frame to look in, only to find that the beds were neatly made, and there was absolutely no one there.

My mind was empty, I wobbled around in place, turned 360 degrees, and turned back to face the door.I had a hunch, I knew I was going to cry again.Sure enough, as soon as he buried his face in his palms, tears welled up.

As I said, although I am glassy and easily injured, I have a strong self-healing ability, and any scar will not last overnight.

After lying down all night, my iron-clad self-esteem was rusted to scum, and the first thing I thought about when I opened my eyes was reconciliation, but he didn't even give me a chance.

I cried so much that I completely forgot about being late for school.

And a ringing phone brought me back to reality, it was my dad calling.I was full of scars, and I would show weakness if I caught someone, so I choked up and muttered: "Dad..."

But he didn't say a word of nonsense, and cut to the point and interrupted me: "You don't even like going to school to waste time now? If you don't want to go to school, just say, don't waste money."

Before I could speak (of course I dare not speak), my dad hung up the phone.

I haven't cried enough, but my body has received the order - it's time to go to school.So while crying silently, I changed my clothes, put on my schoolbag and went out.

When I walked to school, my tears had already been dried, leaving only the wrinkled feeling on my face.

I walked into the classroom through the back door, and it happened that the head teacher was in class. He gave me a look, waved his hand and told me to sit on the seat quickly.

Wu Jiakun lowered his voice and asked me why I was late, but I pretended not to hear by bending over to pick up the book.Spreading out the book on the desk, I lowered my head, wishing I could bury my head in the textbook.

He poked his head over again, looked at me swaying from side to side, and asked in a low voice, "Why are your eyes so red?"

"Didn't sleep well."

His right hand was pressed against my forehead: "Your voice is so nasal, don't you have a fever?"

I was stunned, pulled his hand off, lay down on the desk, pressed my eyes tightly to my forearm, and said in a muffled voice, "No, leave me alone."

At this time, the better Wu Jiakun treats me, the more it reminds me of a knight, the more uncomfortable it is.

I wish he would ignore me, nobody would talk to me, I didn't want a single friend.After all, there is no good comparison, and bad is not bad.

But Wu Jiakun's head is a big-eyed colander, he can only grasp general emotions, and he filters out all the details.So at this moment, I feel uncomfortable to him, and it must be because I am sick. He doesn't want to explore the other reasons for the absurdity, or he doesn't understand it at all.He only wanted to be nice to me, and wanted to use his method to make me feel better. As for whether I would accept it or not, he didn't have the ability to think about it.

So after class, he got two bags of cold medicine from somewhere and threw them on my desk: "Drink the medicine, or it will get worse."

I was still lying on the table like a dead person, unable to get pleasure from his concern, I only felt that he was noisy.

He sighed, picked up the powder again, ran out, stepped on the class bell and rushed back, grabbed me by the back collar of my school uniform and picked me up.

Just as I was about to yell at him, a gust of steam hit my face, and the heat covered my face.

"I've made it for you, drink it quickly." He said while sticking the rim of the water glass to my mouth, "It won't hurt after drinking the medicine."

I really didn't have a cold, but I still took the cup and drank the medicine.

While drinking, I thought, there is nothing better than Wu Jiakun in the knight, and he is not my real brother, so there is nothing wrong with not letting him be my friend.I closed my eyes tightly, otherwise the water vapor would enter my eyes, and the smell of medicine in the water vapor made my eyes very uncomfortable.

I wanted to do it, and since that day I really haven't spoken a word to the Cavaliers.

It's okay at school, there are many people, and it's lively, and I don't feel particularly lonely.

Going home is bad.My mother basically lives in the studio all year round and doesn't go home at all.My dad had more and more entertainments in the past few years, so he even bought a house near the office, slept there all night when he was drunk, and couldn't go home several times a month.

So most of the time this family is just me and the knight.It was already deserted, but now we don't even talk, and it's no different from living alone.Sometimes when I go to the living room to fetch water and pass him by, he won't even look at me. Am I a human or a ghost?

On the tenth day of this cold war state, I began to feel ready to move—to make peace with him.

I have carefully recalled the reasons for our Cold War many times, and the more I think about it, the more I regret it, and the more I think about it, the more speechless I become.My head that doesn't hold grudges can't understand why I was so angry at that time, it's simply inexplicable!

So I began to look for opportunities to show weakness to him, such as a chance meeting in the hallway as a breakthrough point, or a casual chat with him on the way home.

I thought it was good, but it was hard to do it.

At school, Qiao Yaying was always by his side; after school, we obviously lived together, but I never ran into him on the way home.

The most difficult thing is that it is not easy to show the courage to change after a state has been maintained for a long time.

Before I knew it, it was the last week of December. The day before the monthly exam, I finally made up my mind to seek peace, otherwise I would really torture myself to death.

I'd rather be humble than torture myself to death.Humble is humble. I have known him for so many years, and I am always happier than when I am not happy.My adult has a lot, so I can accommodate him.