silent you

"Why are you following me?" Jiang Pei stopped abruptly, turned around and stared at Gu Xia coldly, and said impatiently.

The young man who was following him quietly and step by step stopped, stood a step away, and gave him a gentle and bright smile. His clear and beautiful eyes bent down into the shape of a crescent moon, and his slender, white fingers He lifted it up, pointed to the black schoolbag he was carrying slantly, and said nothing.

"I didn't do it, I won't hand it in." He said coldly.

Gu Xia pointed at his baseball jacket again.

"Too ugly, don't wear it." He tilted his head irritably.

Gu Xia took a step forward, slightly tiptoed to carefully look at his colorful and bruised side face, his eyes were a little worried.

Jiang Pei stretched out his hand to push him away, and said in an impatient tone, "Your face is fine—what on earth do you want to do?"

Gu Xia didn't take it seriously, made a hasty gesture, and went to pull his arm——I'll give you medicine.

Jiang Pei took a step back and avoided: "No need."

Gu Xia thought for a while, took out the finished homework from her schoolbag and handed it to him, and looked at him eagerly. The meaning of the exchange was obvious—I will help you with your homework, and you ask me to give you medicine.

Jiang Pei was stunned for a moment, half-closed his eyes, his expression was unpredictable, and after a while, the corners of his lips twitched coldly: "You are happy to help others."

So Xia Lima smiled comfortably, put away his homework, then naturally took his hand, led him to the steps down the corridor of the teaching building, and tilted his head to signal him to sit down.

From time to time in the early morning campus, there were a few crisp and clear bird calls. They arrived too early, and there were hardly any people there.

Jiang Pei looked at Gu Xia condescendingly, and sang a different tune: "Can't you just stand?"

Gu Xia looked at his face with some embarrassment, compared the height difference between the two, and shook his head.

Jiang Pei hugged his chest and said, "What can you do if I don't sit down?"

Therefore, Xia Mingjing's delicate face showed no anger at all. He lightly pursed his pale lips, took out hydrogen peroxide, povidone iodine and cotton swabs from the schoolbag in his arms, and sandwiched them between his body and the other arm. In the meantime, he bent down and carefully put away his schoolbag, straightened up, looked up at Jiang Pei silently, turned around and stood on a step, and pulled his arm with a smile.

Considering that he is more than ten centimeters shorter than Jiang Pei, raising his hand to put medicine on his face is enough.

Jiang Pei snorted coldly, took a step forward, took advantage of Gu Xia to lower his head, and suddenly slapped the iodophor between his arms, shook it casually, clenched his fingers, and lazily said: "I don't need this."

Gu Xia paused, and raised his eyes to look at him helplessly.

Jiang Pei raised his chin: "Hurry up."

Gu Xia sighed softly, took out a clean cotton swab, opened the cap of the hydrogen peroxide bottle in his palm, dipped it in, lifted it up, gently touched his scar, and at the same time signaled with his eyes, Does it hurt?

Jiang Pei gave a light "tsk", tilted his head, and his eyes were impatient: "Why are there so many things, just finish painting soon, don't care if it hurts or not?"

Gu Xia frowned slightly, and raised his arms without moving.

Jiang Pei's face turned cold: "I'm making progress, right?"

Gu Xia looked at him silently.

Jiang Pei clenched his fists so hard that his joints turned white. He resisted the urge to turn around and leave. After a while, he squeezed out a few syllables from between his teeth: "No, it hurts—is it alright?"

Gu Xia slightly bent his eyes down, leaned close to his face and blew soothingly, and then cleaned his wound.

Jiang Pei froze and took a step back subconsciously.

Gu Xia looked up at him suspiciously, and blinked slowly.

Jiang Pei said coldly: "It's ok."

Gu Xia pointed at the homework in her schoolbag and shook her head——I won’t give it to you until it’s done.

Jiang Pei frowned and stared at him.

Gu Xia pretended not to see it, patiently changed a new cotton swab, used it to saturate the hydrogen peroxide, walked down the steps calmly, stood on tiptoe, and reached the wound on his face with some difficulty.

Jiang Pei straightened his back, his face was expressionless, and his eyes were downcast.

Seeing Gu Xia supporting his thin and thin body with unsteady center of gravity, he flicked his fingers to treat his wound.

The fingers holding the iodophor at the edge of the trousers are constantly tightening.

After sterilizing with hydrogen peroxide, Gu Xia hung his head to get the iodophor in his hand, his slightly cool fingertips touched the back of his tight hand, Jiang Pei was startled suddenly, his body acted before his reason, and he swung his strong and powerful arm , Open Gu Xia's hand with a "snap".

The crimson bottle in the palm of his hand came out at the same time, and fell far away on the hard and flat concrete floor. The body of the bottle made a moderate sound and rolled twice on the ground.

The atmosphere between the two was silent and awkward for a moment.

Gu Xia bit her lip, her eyes were a little bewildered and disturbed.

Jiang Pei stared at his face calmly, and looked away after a while, with no emotion in his voice: "I don't want my homework anymore."

After saying that, he turned around and strode away without looking back.

Xia Li stayed where he was, and didn't move for a long time.

Jiang Pei leaned against the whitewashed wall outside the classroom, expressionless on his face, and looked up at his watch for the third time.

10 minutes.

Gu Xia hasn't come yet.

Jiang Pei stood up straight with no expression on his face, ready to go through the window directly.

Unloading the schoolbag from his shoulders, he put his fingers on the window sill. Just as he was about to move, he caught a glimpse of the shrewd and strict dean striding towards him. The long, straight corridor was empty and empty. People, only the breeze that passes by occasionally is willing to blow, bringing a little bit of coolness.

Jiang Pei retracted his fingers calmly, and stood by the window with his usual expression.

The always sharp-eyed dean didn't notice Jiang Pei's tricks, and came towards him with a smile on his face: "Jiang Pei, it's so early?"

Jiang Pei let out a "huh" with a calm expression, and said in a calm tone that the director is good.

Their dean's personality is not a vicious type, and he doesn't look oppressive. On the contrary, he is approachable.

Nearly forty years old, but with a 30-year-old appearance, he is described as elegant and personable, neither tall nor short, neither fat nor thin, and has a very friendly smile, as if he has no airs.

But the students knew his strength well.

A master's student in the Chinese Department of a famous university in the country, full of poems and books, knowledgeable about the past and present, with a sharp tongue and a lot of flowers, no matter who it is, in front of him, a few words will be tricked out of the truth, and then he will use it without any words. The words of dirty words are trained until the face is ashen, and the soul is out of the body, and it is repeatedly promised not to do it again next time.

So far, the criminals have been in his hands, and they have entered the dean's office once, without exception, this is the result.

Except for Jiang Pei and Gu Xia.

"What about Gu Xia, why didn't you see him come? I usually see you coming together."

The dean couldn't help but be impressed by these two people. They are so special, with top grades, and they are the first ones to arrive every day, but their appearance is the focus of everyone.

Jiang Pei said casually: "Maybe you got up late."

He frowned and added, "I'm not familiar with him."

Jiang Pei has almost no friends and is used to being alone.

The dean was surprised and said, "You have been at the same table for almost two years, why are you still not familiar with each other?"

But looking at Jiang Pei's appearance, the dean felt that this statement was [-]% or [-]% credible.

After all, there are very few high school students who can have such a strong aura and mature temperament as Jiang Pei. Anyone who sees this person will feel that he is difficult to get close to and feel afraid.

Born with deep outlines and sharp lines, with a net height of more than 1.8 meters and a straight waist, not much to say, the whole body is always filled with a cold aura that strangers should not get close to.

Among the young teachers, there is more than one who is afraid of him, let alone Gu Xia who has a gentle personality and never conflicts with others.

Jiang Pei: "I don't like talking, he can't talk."

Listen to what this says.

The dean raised his hand and patted the shoulder of the boy who was half a head taller than himself, with a sigh.

"I always thought you were very close, and it was a coincidence that you arrived early together every day, but..."

He changed the subject and said with a smile: "Hi Xiaoxia, please let him be more and don't bully him."

Jiang Pei nodded expressionlessly, without explanation.

The dean's eyes glanced at his bruised side face and non-compliant clothes, and left a few words "don't fight" and "remember to wear school uniform next time" lightly, and then left.

Jiang Pei stared at the bright tile floor without making a sound.

After a few more minutes, Gu Xia came late, with a calm and gentle face, as usual, as if the two had just met, and what happened just now did not happen, and there was no unhappiness between the two.

He took out the key from his schoolbag and stepped forward to open the door.

After entering the door, Jiang Pei went straight to his seat and sat down, closed his eyes and lay down on the table to sleep.

Gu Xia sat outside him, quietly took out his homework book and pencil case, folded them neatly and put them on the corner of the table, with his eyes turned sideways, he raised his hand and lightly touched Jiang Pei's arm—Jiang Pei.

Jiang Pei opened his eyes: "What are you doing?"

Gu Xia looked at him silently.

Jiang Pei frowned and said, "You don't need to do it for me."

Gu Xia wrote on the paper with a black pen in his hand: "I have nothing to do, very free." Passed it to him.

The handwriting is clear and familiar, and he has read it for almost two years.

Jiang Pei snorted coldly, "Idlers mind their own business."

After that, he threw the schoolbag to him.

Gu Xia laughed, caught the schoolbag with both hands, took out his homework book and opened it, imitating his handwriting, and started writing homework for him seriously.

Jiang Pei's handwriting is sharp and steady, with a cold and hard edge, like his own handwriting, it is not an exaggeration to say that it is drawn with iron and silver hooks. At the beginning, Gu Xia often struggled to learn it, his brows were slightly frowned, but his side face was very patient.

However, after two years of writing, I have slowly practiced it. From the time-consuming at the beginning to the familiarity of it now, the progress can be described as great.

Jiang Pei raised his eyelids, and then closed them back calmly.

Now almost no one can tell whether Jiang Pei's homework was written by himself or by Gu Xia.

Jiang Pei sneered in his heart.

It's not written like that at all.

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