accompany me

There is a narrow corridor behind the teaching building, surrounded by shadows, and a few steps ahead is the back door that has been locked for many years—the iron fence door, the lock has rusted, there are noisy people outside, and vegetable vendors have set up stalls.

A student opened the two sides of the door, the time inside the door was still the last class in the afternoon, the quietest and most noisy 10 minutes before school.Chi Yang never paid much attention to these unsupervised classes. He bowed his head and played the game all afternoon with a sore neck, so he simply came out to blow some air.

He stood at the corner of the junction of the first and second floors, squinted his eyes, and made sure that he was not mistaken—there was a person standing in the perennial dusty corridor behind the building, standing sideways to him in the shadows, taking a mouthful of Shengsheng White mist, can't see the face clearly.

smoking.

It didn't do anything to him, the wind was in the southwest, and the smell of smoke couldn't get into his nose.Chi Yang loosened his stiff shoulders and neck, but was a little addicted to this man, and reached out to touch his pocket - the moment he touched the cigarette case, he stopped, watching the friend downstairs spit out his last breath Yanyun, conveniently pressed the sparks on the mottled wall, straightened his sleeves, turned and walked towards him.

Stopping at a distance of five or six meters from him, he raised his head to meet his gaze, up and down, suddenly the two sides were in a deadlock.

Chi Yang was taken aback for a moment, as if he had discovered something interesting, he was suddenly amused, and raised his hand to greet someone meaningfully: "Hey, monitor."

The staring at each other only lasted for two or three seconds. He Yi also turned his eyes away when he heard this sentence, as if he didn't care much about what this person saw: "Hello."

He turned to leave, but Chi Yang didn't seem to see that he was not polite, so he joked: "A good student still hides here to smoke."

He is indeed a good student, wearing a regular plain shirt in his school uniform jacket, buttoned to the penultimate button, revealing only a section of smooth neck, and upwards are equally smooth and beautiful facial features, even though the corners of his mouth are pursed and his face is indifferent , even a little impatient, but still can't hide his bookish air, it seems that he is the kind of child that can only be raised by a family with excellent family style and good conditions.

Chi Yang couldn't see his expression, but it was the first time he received a signal of impatience from this good student. If you are too addicted to cigarettes, do you have to make a small report to the class teacher..."

He Yi, with excellent grades, has been the class monitor for three consecutive years. He is good-looking and has a gentle temperament, like a piece of jade mixed in with a group of hot-blooded young men. Probably no one will believe it.

The other party seemed to want to go with him.He Yi turned his head when he heard the words, looked straight at him from bottom to top, and raised his eyebrows slightly: "Go, there is no surveillance here, guess who they believe."

A bad boy reports a good student, who can be trusted, the balance is one-sided from beginning to end.

However, Chi Yang raised his hand and flashed his mobile phone to him: "I'm recording."

He Yi: "..."

Chi Yang looked down at him, sweeping from the neat collar all the way to the neat black hair, and finally stopped at the corner of He Yi's eyes—this angle was a bit distorted, and the light was blurred, but he roughly remembered that the corners of this good student's eyes were slightly A swipe, a gentle swipe like ink, gentle and harmless, but now for some reason, it has a bit of ruffian that confronts him tit for tat, silently confronting him.

He blinked his eyes, the instinct of some kind of beast from a pack of wolves can't go wrong, and it's pointing to a very interesting direction - he has tasted the taste of complicity in He Yi.

So he leaned in front of the window, not caring about the dusty window sill, looking at the young man standing upright, with a vague smile all the time: "I lied to you, go back to class, good student."

He Yi seemed to want to say something, but was interrupted by the bell after class. The day students who did not go to evening self-study were excited, and the boarding students flocked to the cafeteria. Chi Yang waved to him, turned around and followed the crowd from the second floor to the first floor gone.

There were only a dozen or so people left for evening self-study. Chi Yang was a commuter student and lived two bus stops away from the school, but no one in his family was cooking. A wolf, lived in an orphanage for several years, was not used to being taken to a place with a good family background, played tricks back and forth and left five or six nannies, and finally returned to the life of a lone wolf as he wished.

Lone Wolf followed the ordinary students to eat a five-yuan meal in the cafeteria, and then followed the pace of the ordinary students back to the classroom. The ordinary students studied by themselves at night, and he went to bed early.

The only difference is that no one in the cafeteria can't wait to sit at the same table with him, and there is no one to accompany him on the way back to the classroom, and there is no one at the same table when he arrives in the classroom. He sits alone in front of a single desk in the corner.

There is a natural ruffian in him, and he doesn't know whether it was passed down to him by his own father, who was beaten to death in the fire when he had never met, and who was caught by his wife during his lifetime, or whether it was passed down to him by himself in the Sanwu Orphanage. It came out of scratching and rolling.

He was even wronged, but he was at the bottom of the grades, hung out with friends outside school, and never caused trouble at school, so he was labeled a werewolf.

He's still a romantic werewolf, with no real love, and this bad girl who is posted by his family changes every now and then with his face. She wears heavy makeup.

On the contrary, he learned the techniques of flirtatiousness and flirtatiousness early on in dating. He is good at this aspect, and he can speak love words at his fingertips, as if he was born for the cause of human reproduction—it's a pity that he can't reproduce, and he has no interest in little girls.

The only good student who has interested him a little in the past few months—it’s not a spring-like interest, it’s purely for fun—the monitor, the one who hid behind the teaching building to smoke half an hour ago, is sitting on the podium and watching the class , One by one, the name of the place to see if there are all the evening self-study people.

The boy's voice was cold, and he spoke clearly and unhurriedly. He seemed to take everyone's name very seriously, and there was no abnormality when he pronounced "Chi Yang", as if the confrontation half an hour ago had never happened.

Chi Yang propped his chin, put one hand on the table and fiddled with the phone openly, and lazily replied, "Here."

He Yi couldn't see clearly in the shadow of the aisle, but now under the incandescent lamp in the classroom, He Yi's eyebrows and eyes are very clear - at least he remembers correctly, the corners of this good student's eyes are indeed gentle and harmless.

After He Yi finished counting his names, he lowered his head and began to write his homework.He sat very straight, and only at this time would he wear glasses, with thin black frames, and a warm and bookish atmosphere settled down, and the appearance of sitting quietly on the podium made it difficult to associate with the back alley of smoking and drinking.

But he was the one leaning there puffing, and he was very familiar with the action of pressing out the cigarette butt. Anyone who had smoked a cigarette could tell that it was not the first time for him. Not only was he proficient, but he also enjoyed it.

Chi Yang thought about the scene of this man smoking for a while, and thought it was very interesting, so he casually opened his circle of friends and took a look - he looked like an ordinary student, he didn't have many updates, and occasionally posted a post about his birthday, holidays, or his relationship with him. Feelings about current events, there are quite a few comments from the classmates below, and they can even chat a few words. He seems to have a good temper and popularity, which is completely different from his own circle of friends who always read dirty words and is only visible to him all the year round. People who stand completely in the sun.

Does this guy smoke too?

Still looking at him so provocatively, as if he was convinced that no one would be able to pierce his impeccable good student face, saying "guess they believe it or not"... That scene, to use an inappropriate analogy, is simply like being favored by others. It was as if the arrogant calamity was bullying him, a loyal minister, in turn.

How could he still bully him in turn?Chi Yang thought about it, it was rare that he didn't fall asleep in one class, and stood up while ringing the get out of class bell, but instead of going out through the back door to get some air as usual, he walked through the entire classroom from the last row and walked to the podium.

He Yi didn't notice it, and was still writing the English test paper with his head down, until Chi Yang reached out and knocked on the table next to him twice: "Squad leader?"

"What's the matter?" He Yi put down his pen and raised his glasses, as if he had forgotten that he bumped into him while smoking, he said softly.

However, Chi Yang didn't intend to accompany him to uncover it, and rolled his eyes maliciously, and said in a voice that only the two of them could hear: "Let me borrow a fire, monitor."

After class, it was obviously noisy, but it seemed to be separated in the back row. The square inch next to the podium was so quiet that a needle could be heard. Some students in the front row looked over in fear, thinking that the poor student at the bottom of the class was looking for trouble again.

Chi Yang's wolf nature is very strong, but he will not do unreasonable things, and he will not be as unpredictable as those domineering presidents on TV who seem to be short of heads. In Yi's eyes, he seemed to be looking for trouble, but there was still logic to follow: he wanted to smoke, but he didn't have any fire, so he couldn't go to the head teacher to borrow one. He didn't know if there were any other students in the class, but He Yi did. Just come and borrow it.

It wasn't that he was really addicted to cigarettes, but he was just a little curious about how this good student and the perfect monitor would react when he was given such an ulterior motive.

He Yi's finger landed on the penholder, unconsciously rubbed it lightly, turned the horizontal pen half a circle, and then turned it back again.Chi Yang's voice was very low, but the meaning of aggression and teasing was self-evident, as if threatening him.

He nodded after a while: "Okay, you come out."

Probably because of his thin body, He Yi's school uniform jacket looked too big for him, but the wrist exposed from the cuff was clean and strong, with protruding knuckles - he really brought Chi Yang to the rooftop, lifted Holding the wind for him with one hand, and pressing the lighter with the other hand, the spark lit up and then dimmed in the night, turning into a dark red light with tiny smoke tails.

"So good?" Chi Yang asked vaguely with a cigarette in his mouth.At first, he just wanted to borrow a lighter, but he didn't expect He Yi to carry out the spirit of service to the end, and even lit it for him.

He Yi leaned against the wall, smiled when he heard the words, and still looked like a gentle and kind person: "Yes, serving classmates."

Behind the partition wall is the toilet. There are many students who come together during recess, fighting in twos and threes, and the sound of laughter can be heard indistinctly, which can't ease the complex and silent confrontation in this corner at all.Chi Yang leaned back, put his arms on the railing, stretched himself into a posture embracing the sky, let out a breath, smoky: "I can't tell - why aren't you afraid of me?"

He Yi felt strange and glanced at him: "What are you afraid of, tell the teacher?"

Chi Yang said: "I thought you good students were afraid of me, and you didn't dare to say hello when you saw me on the road."

"Really," He Yi leaned against the wall. He took off his glasses before he came out, and now he looked up at the long night sky, squinting his eyes slightly, as if he was looking for the sparse stars, "At least you haven't messed with my classmate these days. Even if things happen, you will help if you need to move things, and your poor grades are your own business, at least I think you as a classmate... are okay."

He always speaks so unhurriedly, it seems that every word is very thoughtful, and he learned to be considerate to others prematurely, those just right words don't need to be drafted, they come out of his mouth, and can take care of the other party's emotions.

Chi Yang was a little surprised, raised his eyebrows, took down the cigarette in his mouth, straightened up and approached him, and said softly: "That's when you didn't see me as an asshole - I almost got into the juvenile police when I got into a fight last year So, I have slept with someone before I was an adult, and the woman who wants to sleep with me has never stopped..."

He was too close, beyond the polite social distance, and the smoke left in his mouth was almost sprayed on He Yi's face when he spoke.

He Yi was unmoved, with a gentle tone, and asked a somewhat abrupt question: "Then will you hit them?"

"...No," Chi Yang answered calmly, "Why beat them?"

"Then you're pretty good." He Yi walked out from the gap of less than half a meter between him and the wall, as if he was hooked on him, and found a blind spot to get a cigarette for himself.

Chi Yang stared at him for a few seconds, and suddenly felt a little bored - just like the legend of hitting cotton in a circle, this man is obviously really not afraid of him, and he doesn't mind sharing the lighter with him.

He said indifferently: "Forget it...the second half of the sentence is to scare you. Those sisters who are drunk insist on dragging me into a room. I didn't do anything."

"You can still call me sister." He Yi took a puff of cigarette, his tone changed slightly, as if he had put down something he was holding all the time, and it was a bit of a vicious joke, "How old are you?"

The class bell had already rang, but the two of them had a tacit understanding and pretended not to hear it—Chi Yang was a habitual truant, and He Yi relied on the trust of the head teacher, even if he said that he went out for a problem, he would not be suspected.Chi Yang ignored him, and didn't seem to have heard the question, and said to himself: "You are quite interesting."

"Go back," Chi Yang extinguished the half of the cigarette left in his hand, and threw it in the corner, "Squad leader, you have to go back to watch the class."

He paused - watching He Yi walk over, bent down, picked up the cigarette butts he had thrown away, and put them into the trash can a few steps away along with the ones he had smoked.

He Yi glanced back at him: "Let's go."

The shirt was buttoned down to the penultimate one, there was nothing irregular from head to toe, even the cuffs were clean and neat, and the upbringing was unbelievably good.

Such a well-educated and good student, how can he be an old smoker?

The author says:

Smoking is harmful to your health, don't imitate it, especially for children and school students who have not yet grown up.