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My dad probably didn't get home until midnight again.In my half-dream and half-awake state, I heard the slippers tap and tap irregularly on the marble floor, making the sound of clumsy clinging together, which is the gait of a person who has drunk too much.

Accompanied by the knock on the door, my mother's screams and curses came as expected.

I have experienced countless nights like this, and I used to raise my hand to my ear, and curled my index finger to cover my ear.

But it was the first time for the knight to experience it. He moved slowly a few times, his limbs rubbed against the bed sheet and made a swish sound.

I felt a source of heat approaching me, so I subconsciously stuck it there.The hysterical quarrel between my parents always made me feel vulnerable, and I curled up unconsciously, forming the posture of a fetus in the womb.It is human instinct to seek shelter when feeling uneasy.

The knight became my harbor, I arched into his arms, and pressed my forehead against his chest, which was not broad at that time.In the unnatural coolness created by the air-conditioning, I was surrounded by his body heat.Everything made me feel safe, and the tense strings in my head loosened immediately, and I fell asleep comfortably.He should be asleep, so he didn't push me away.

But this posture didn't last long, and I woke up from the cold the next morning.

The towel was already kicked to the end of the bed by me, and I laid it wide open in a domineering "big" character, almost occupying the entire bed.The knight was squeezed aside by me, huddled pitifully into a ball, with his arms still tightly hugged to his chest for warmth.

It made me feel guilty that I had bullied him.Immediately stepped over him and jumped out of bed, touched the remote control to turn off the air conditioner, picked up the towel and carefully covered him.

I thought of the picture of a man covering a woman with a quilt I had seen on TV, and stood in front of the bed with my hips crossed in satisfaction, thinking that I was very considerate.

However, not long after I was satisfied, he opened his eyes and stared at me.

I didn't have anything to say for a while, so I showed him a bright smile, the kind that squinted my eyes and bared my teeth showing dimples.

He didn't respond to my corresponding smile, but got out of bed, walked to the small sofa where the schoolbag was placed, quickly took out his clothes and pants, and tidied himself up like a civilized person.

I scratched my head, looked down at myself, and thought maybe I looked like Tarzan.He hurriedly took out a suit of clothes, put them on indiscriminately, and transformed into a civilized person.

After I brushed my teeth and washed my face with him, I went to the restaurant. On the table were buns and milk bought by Uncle Zhang.

The two of us sat facing each other. I was so hungry that I stuffed a whole bun into my mouth.

"I want to sleep in a room by myself." He said suddenly.

I was choked and coughed violently, tearing my eyes.I stared at him eagerly and asked with a puckered mouth, "Why?"

He didn't soften his heart at all because of my grievances, and said without changing his face: "You kick the quilt at every turn, and you always disturb me."

"I won't kick anymore..." I whispered, this is one of my strengths - I never quibble, and I will correct my mistakes.

He gave me a speechless look, probably thinking that my IQ was not at the same level as his, and he didn't want to communicate with me anymore: "Forget it, I'll tell Uncle Le myself."

"Oh..." He had moved out of my dad, and I couldn't fight anymore.I bit the straw, and after a while I couldn't help but say, "Then don't tell my dad that I kicked the quilt?"

He ate the buns intently, and gave a "hmm" with his nose.

My dad cared a lot about the Cavaliers, even more about him than me (to be honest, my dad never cared about me).He hadn't mentioned this to my dad yet. Uncle Zhang brought a cleaning aunt over in the afternoon, and quickly tidied up a guest room.After they left, the knight immediately went to my room, put on his black backpack, and "moved" there without hesitation.

I stood alone at the door and looked around the room that belonged to him.Looking left and right, I think there is absolutely nothing good except that it is bigger than my bedroom.The walls are the simplest white walls, and the furniture is only a writing desk, a row of wardrobes and a bed, which are placed against the three walls.The bedsheets and curtains were a dull gray colour.

I wandered into the middle of the room, and the knight circled me like a barrier, pulling open the closet door.A pungent industrial smell hit my nostrils, almost choking me.

He only took out some books from the bag, and threw the backpack completely into the empty wardrobe.

I fled to the edge of the bed, stretched my arms against the bed, bouncing my butt vigorously, bouncing up and down boredly, watching him stack the books neatly on the desk.I got tired from playing and playing, I rolled over and fell onto the bed with a grunt.After rolling around, he hit a wall and was forced to stop.

I stared at the white wall in front of me for a few seconds, then suddenly jumped off the bed and ran back to my own room.Because I had a surprise discovery - my bed and his bed are attached to two sides of the same wall!

I happily ran back and forcibly pulled the knight down on the bed: "Don't move, I found something interesting!"

While talking, I turned back to my room like a spinning top, jumped on the bed, and slammed on the wall, shouting, "Can you hear me!"

The knight ignored me, and I ran back to find him standing back at the desk to pack his books.Panting, I leaned over to the table and looked at him with a crooked face: "Did you hear that! The signal I sent from over there!"

He looked away in disgust: "I heard."

Finally at night, I turned off the lights, climbed into bed, lay down against the wall, took a deep breath, and started my stupid "action".

I slapped the wall twice, shortly and long, and said in a breathless voice: "Call the knight, call the knight!"

There was no response from there, so I came again, this time shooting a little harder, basically smashing the wall, but there was still no movement over there.I couldn't figure it out. I tested it in the afternoon, and he clearly said that he heard it.

"Could you be quiet, it's annoying."

I was startled by the sudden voice, but the voice did not come from the other side of the wall, but from the door of my room.The knight didn't give me time to react, so he left after saying this.

My glass heart was hurt again, but my self-healing ability is very strong, the scars don't last overnight, and he is still my good friend when I open my eyes the next day.