Tentative

He hadn't been to the infirmary since the beginning of school, but he had just glanced at it briefly when he was wandering around the school.Qu Zhe and Shen Yizhuo, such a combination seemed strange, when they met classmates in the class on the way, everyone looked at them with astonished expressions.

Shen Yizhuo nodded and greeted very naturally, without explaining why they walked together.

No one asked this question, so of course there is no need to explain.

They gradually walked side by side one after the other. Qu Zhe didn't dare to look up at him, so he kept staring at the wet part of his pants.The cold wind blew by from time to time, and the cloth soaked in hot water quickly cooled down, and was blown by the wind and stuck to the burnt part, making it painful and cold.

"Ms. Zhang, are you there?" After arriving at the destination, Shen Yizhuo knocked on the door of the infirmary naturally and asked loudly.

In fact, Shen Yizhuo's voice is very special, at least to Qu Zhe's ears.When it is raised, it is very clear and full of youthful feeling; when it is usually whispered, it has some bubbly sound, very deep, and the vibration frequency seems to be subtly aligned with the heartbeat at a certain node, which will make him have a sound that directly hits the heart illusion.It seems that the ear is not receiving the sound signal, but more straightforward...

"It's early in the morning, what's the matter?" Teacher Zhang's reply from the infirmary interrupted Qu Zhe's thoughts.

He followed Shen Yizhuo into the infirmary.On the cabinet against the wall, various commonly used medicines are displayed behind the transparent cabinet door. After Qu Zhe looked at it calmly for a while, his eyes returned to the ground.

Teacher Zhang is male, 27 years old, sitting behind his desk in a white coat, looking at Shen Yizhuo and Qu Zhe with concern.

Shen Yizhuo raised his hand and shook the red and swollen back of his hand, and wrote lightly: "I was scalded by boiling water, come here and apply some burn ointment."

"Which class?"

"Shen Yizhuo, class one and three," he said seriously, "the number 'one' is the extraordinary 'Zhuo'."

"Are you burned too?" Teacher Zhang's eyes bypassed Shen Yizhuo, and looked at Qu Zhe who was standing timidly behind him.

In fact, Qu Zhe's legs were trembling a little. I don't know if it was because of nervousness or burns.

"Qu, Qu Zhe, the 'Zhe' of philosophy." He imitated Shen Yizhuo's saying, after introducing his name, Teacher Zhang stood up, opened the cabinet and looked for something, then said: "Sit down first, I will give You take it."

"Thank you, Teacher Zhang." Shen Yizhuo thanked him earnestly, and then pushed Qu Zhe to sit down on the bed next to him for the students to rest.

Before that, Qu Zhe thought that Shen Yizhuo would avoid contact with him like everyone else.

The feeling of being touched by his hand is subtle, but mostly psychological.Through the thick winter clothes, it was impossible to feel certain tactile sensations intuitively, but he still felt that it was like Shen Yizhuo's voice, which could penetrate all obstacles.

Soon, Teacher Zhang walked in front of the two with a medical cotton swab and scald medicine: "Where is your injury?"

"Thighs..." Qu Zhe pointed to his wet pants and whispered.

"Then quickly take off a pair of trouser legs."

The clothes in winter are too thick, and it is obviously impossible to roll up the trousers to expose the thighs.After Mr. Zhang finished speaking, Qu Zhe still didn't move. He shyly grabbed his trouser waist, but didn't start for a while.

Shen Yizhuo took the initiative: "I'll close the door, you don't have to be embarrassed, you need to deal with the burn quickly."

——I just don't want to take off my pants in front of Shen Yizhuo, I always feel that this is a very shameful thing.

As he thought so, Shen Yizhuo had already gone to close the door, and didn't even stand up again, but turned his back to him and looked out the window of the infirmary.

"Hurry up." Teacher Zhang said.

He reluctantly took off the school uniform pants, revealing the black long johns inside, and then took them off, exposing his thin legs to the cold air.The area scalded by the boiling water turned red a lot, in sharp contrast with his skin color.

If Shen Yizhuo was born with fair skin, then Qu Zhe's complexion showed an unhealthy and weak feeling.

I can't tell what it feels like, Teacher Zhang carefully wiped the medicine on him with a cotton swab, and his attention was completely on Shen Yizhuo.

After standing near the window sill for a while, he walked to the faucet and poured cold water on the burnt part. He lowered his head, and the light just outlined his handsome outline.

"Okay, the pants are quite thick, there's no big problem." As Teacher Zhang stopped, Qu Zhe immediately began to put on the pants: "Thank you, teacher..."

"Be careful to apply medicine when you go back. If you have any problems, go to the hospital in time." He said, looking at Shen Yizhuo, "Student, how about you?"

When Shen Yizhuo came over, Qu Zhe's movements quickened, and the cloth scratched the wound, causing waves of pain. He didn't care about that much, he just wanted to put on his pants before Shen Yizhuo came over.

At this moment, Teacher Zhang frowned, touched his stomach uncomfortably and said, "Teacher's stomach is a little uncomfortable, can you apply the medicine yourself? Or help him apply it." The second half of the sentence was directed at Qu Zhe Said.He raised his head bluntly, and before he could reply, Shen Yizhuo had already taken something from Mr. Zhang and smiled slightly: "It's okay, I can do it myself."

"Okay then, go up yourself."

After Teacher Zhang finished speaking, he left the infirmary.

The door closed again, leaving only the two of them in this enclosed space.Shen Yizhuo sat down on the edge of the bed, and handed the things to Qu Zhe: "Huh?"

Qu Zhe just tied up his trousers, took them over in a hurry, and imitated Teacher Zhang's appearance just now, and applied medicine to Shen Yizhuo.

The back of his hands were swollen and red, Qu Zhe had two pairs of trousers to block him, but Shen Yizhuo's hands were directly splashed with boiling water.

"I, I can..." Qu Zhe glanced at him cautiously, "Shall I hold your hand and do it..."

"En." Shen Yizhuo responded impatiently, and stretched out his hand a little more.

Qu Zhe grabbed his cold fingertips, carefully held the cotton swab, and applied medicine to him bit by bit and gently.

As if Shen Yizhuo couldn't feel the pain, his breathing was steady, and his hands didn't move, allowing him to fiddle with them.

"That kettle," Shen Yizhuo said suddenly, "is Jiang Yuzhao's?"

"Uh-huh."

He lowered his head and looked at Qu Zhe's hand that was applying the medicine, as if he was saying something unimportant: "Why do you listen to Jiang Yuzhao so much?"

"...He asked me to help, so I did."

"Really? Chick."

In a daze, Qu Zhe seemed to hear a sneer, he raised his head, Shen Yizhuo was expressionless, it didn't look like he was laughing at him.

"Do you think that Jiang Yuzhao will thank you for your help?"

"I... didn't want to thank you either."

"Then you like Jiang Yuzhao?"

"No!" Qu Zhe, who always spoke submissively, suddenly seemed to be a different person. He retorted very fiercely: "No, I'm not gay."

There is another sentence at the back-you are gay.

Shen Yizhuo raised his head and looked at him, the corners of his mouth raised indistinctly, and his whole body was filled with a sense of laziness: "Don't be so excited, it's none of my business anyway."

He usually doesn't put on such a gesture when talking to others.

Qu Zhe became nervous, and the hand holding the cotton swab trembled slightly.

Shen Yizhuo's tone seemed to have seen through him - as if he knew that he was following, that he was peeping, and that he even took the MP4.

But the conversation only ended here and did not continue.

When Teacher Zhang came back, the medicine had just been wiped off. After checking Shen Yizhuo's hand, Teacher Zhang wrapped gauze on him and asked him to change the medicine and so on.

This was the first time he had spoken to Shen Yizhuo for more than two sentences.

Qu Zhe has been tense all day long.He didn't dare to stare at Shen Yizhuo as usual, but his eyes would always pass by him from time to time.

Knowing that Qu Zhe was scalded for fetching water, when he returned the empty kettle to Jiang Yuzhao, the other party unexpectedly didn't say anything.

Zhang Nana's confession letter is undoubtedly the most interesting topic today.Several boys gathered together to ask Shen Yizhuo what was written in it, but Shen Yizhuo just smiled and said, "Girls don't have face, so don't mention it", and prevaricated.

Only Qu Zhe knew that it wasn't because he cared about Zhang Nana's face, but because he didn't look at it at all.

Amidst the anxiety, I finally made it to the end of the evening self-study.

Qu Zhe was carrying a bag—only the leather notebook in his bag, nothing else.Everyone is the same, usually only bring home a water bottle.

Dim street lights lined up in a long row, and students came out of the school gate one after another, walking on the road that was flickering and dim, and no one could tell who was two meters away.

Qu Zhe raised his head slightly and walked quickly.

He is used to walking with his head down, and he doesn't like to look at people. The eyes of others will always give him great pressure, including parents, including his sister.But he still raised his chin, looking for Shen Yizhuo's figure in the dim light.

Shen Yizhuo was chatting and walking with several boys in the same direction, while Qu Zhe hid in the crowd and followed silently.

Qu Zhe's home is in the completely opposite direction from Shen Yizhuo's.He put his hands in his pockets, and the MP4 that he had been rubbing for a whole day was already warmed by the temperature of his palms.He just followed behind until Shen Yizhuo separated from the others and walked alone on the dark path.

Keeping a relatively safe distance, he stared at the far back of the other party - in fact, he couldn't see anything clearly, he just knew that it was Shen Yizhuo, and the idea of ​​following him kept clamoring for him to continue.

As he was walking, a small car whizzed past with high beams on, and the light was so dazzling that Qu Zhe couldn't open his eyes.

After it drove away completely and his vision re-adapted to the darkness, Shen Yizhuo was no longer in front of him.

The loss of the target made Qu Zhe panic all of a sudden.He quickened his pace and headed towards the direction in his memory, trying to catch up.But no one appeared in the field of vision, not even passers-by.

Until they arrived at the downstairs of Shen Yizhuo's house.

Anxiety spread in his heart, Qu Zhe stood downstairs and stepped back a few steps, stepped on the carefully manicured green belt, raised his head and looked at the fifth floor—it was pitch black, and the lights were not turned on.

Shen Yizhuo didn't go home, he disappeared in the blink of an eye like a magic trick.

"What are you doing here?"

Just as he was dejected, a familiar voice suddenly sounded behind him.

It was a deep, heart-pounding sound.

Qu Zhe turned around, and Shen Yizhuo was standing behind him holding a plastic bag... At some point, he had already walked in front of Shen Yizhuo.

He couldn't answer Shen Yizhuo's question, so he could only lower his head in panic, his gaze fell on the translucent plastic bag.It seemed to contain something like a drink, but the light was too dim for him to tell.

"You..." Shen Yizhuo hesitated, "Are you following me?"

"I didn't..." He was eager to deny, and the hand that had been in the pocket all the time was pulled out suddenly, and he waved it indiscriminately.

At the same time, something fell out of the pocket and fell to the ground, making a crisp "click" sound, which was especially ear-piercing in the silent night.

"This is..." Shen Yizhuo subconsciously bent down to pick it up, but Qu Zhe picked it up quickly and stuffed it into his pocket without thinking, "No, nothing!"

He lowered his head and wanted to leave immediately.

However, Shen Yizhuo took a step, just in front of him, and said in a bad tone: "Is that my MP4?"