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"It's nothing," Chi Yang said with a smile, "I just think that you seem to have changed back to the way I first met."

He didn't hide behind the teaching building to smoke, and he didn't know why he skipped classes. He always had a gentle and good-tempered appearance, but he was well-bred, and he always kept a polite and comfortable social distance with others.

It was as if he had passed through the mask of smog, but his soul was still gentle, clean and spotless.

He Yi probably didn't understand, and turned his head to look at him, expressing his doubts, but Chi Yang didn't give him a chance to ask, he took out his mobile phone and answered the call - the courier who delivered the medicine had arrived at the door.

"I'm going out to get the medicine," Chi Yang said, "Lie down for a while, don't fall asleep."

He Yi nodded: "Okay..."

It was like this again, clearly agreeing, but still looked up at him restrainedly, wanted to speak but refused to speak out.Chi Yang's heart softened when he saw him, and he bent down to look at him: "What else is there?"

He wanted to take this opportunity to get used to He Yi's temper, but he was swept away by those moist eyes, and all his plans fell apart.

He heard He Yi say, nothing.

Oh, okay, that means I still want to hug you.Chi Yang smiled lightly as if accepting his fate, stretched out his arms to hug him, and continued to coax him: "It's really nothing?"

"Go, the courier is waiting for you..." He Yi moved a bit, as if he was thinking about something, and finally posted it, putting his arms around his back, "It's really nothing this time."

Chi Yang kissed the corner of his mouth.

"You can try to say what you want in the future," he whispered in a volume that only each other can hear, "Others will make trouble for no reason when they are in a relationship, why don't you fight for your reasonable rights and interests."

What He Yi said is not wrong, at least when it comes to taking care of himself when he is sick, he is completely self-reliant, and he doesn't need Chi Yang to get in the way.

For example, he didn't bother him to cook and feed. He Yi went to the kitchen after a short sleep and was able to wake up by himself. With his precise memory, he boiled water and washed rice, and cooked a pot of porridge that was enough to last until tomorrow morning.

Another example is taking medicine, for the pills that he takes every six hours, he can wake himself up with the vibration mode at two o'clock in the morning, pour water and take the medicine lightly, without disturbing Chi Yang - this man gave up the bed to He died, so he leaned on the gaming chair to make do.

When he was trying to test the other person's body temperature by intuition, He Yi would still look at him calmly and slightly disdainfully with the towel on his head, and couldn't say anything due to his upbringing, so he could only ask, "How is it?"

Chi Yang: "..."

"Around 375," He Yi continued, "I think it's okay, it's not uncomfortable, and the fever will subside soon after taking the medicine."

Chi Yang didn't quite believe it, took the thermometer and "distilled" it into his cochlea—then looked at him in disbelief, as if swallowing back a swear word.

The number on the monitor is clear, 374.

He Yiquan pretended not to see it, and asked, "How long have you and the teacher been on leave?"

"I don't know." Chi Yang seemed to think of something interesting, and rubbed his nose, "...I told her at the time that I picked up a sick little squad leader at the school gate and brought it back along the way."

"Then why doesn't she..." He Yi glanced down at his phone, wanting to ask why the teacher in charge didn't contact him, but he quickly realized what happened and lowered his head.

"Well, she doesn't have your number, so she called your parents."

In this case, what will happen after contacting the parents, needless to say.

Seeing him bow his head, Chi Yang thought he was in a bad mood, and reached out to touch the back of his neck—this was a very soothing gesture, He Yi seemed to like it very much, even if he didn't say it, he would subconsciously breathe a sigh of relief, Loosen up to him.

He Yi was unexpectedly calm, at least when he looked up, his eyes were black and clear, and his eyes were gentle.

"Did I tell you about my parents?"

His tone didn't mean to ask, so Chi Yang didn't answer, and waited quietly for him to speak.

"It's not such an interesting story—at least it's more due to personal nature than the ups and downs of the situation," he said in a vague way, as if he was reciting his own diary, halfway through speaking he looked up at Chi Yang , smiled apologetically, "But I still want to tell you..."

He had waited too long, wanted too much an outlet to confide in.

Chi Yang was a little apprehensive when he heard his hoarse voice, but he still understood and didn't stop him: "Speak, I'll listen.

"Well...my father is a typical hypocrite," He Yi nodded, speaking slowly, as if he was choosing his words carefully, "he was rich, from a good family background, well-educated, and probably very attractive when he was young..."

"And my mother, how should I put it, she is very beautiful, she used to be a well-known backup dancer, and she won a high-level award before she retired... But she didn't have any ambitions. After meeting my father, she also At the age of 25, they fell in love and got married, and she chose to retire and become a full-time wife."

When He Yi speaks, he is neither slow nor fast, and there is a kind of magic that makes people calm down and listen to his narration unconsciously. These words are also gentle and clear, and there is nothing wrong with writing them down and putting them into autobiographical memoirs.

Chi Yang caressed the back of his neck intermittently, and gave a soft "huh" to show that he was listening, so let's continue.

He Yi cleared his throat, the sore throat caused by the cold hadn't eased, but he insisted on finishing these words, as if the opening was opened after struggling, and it would close again if he didn't seize the opportunity.

"... She probably didn't expect that this would be the beginning of her nightmare," he said softly, "The life partner she chose, with serious alcoholism and domestic violence tendencies, is not as refined as she appears—oh, His name is He Bin, isn't it ironic."

He seemed to have smiled, and the smile was hidden in the sigh at the end of the sentence, which was a very bitter mockery.

"As far as I can remember, what I have seen the most is that he troubled my mother for some insignificant things, and then beat her... grabbed her hair and pressed it into the sink, kicked and beat her belly, and even tore her torn apart. The gauze she wrapped bit her wound—the wound he punched."

"That's so often, I even thought that was the way they express their feelings." He Yi's expression was a little weird, as if he thought he was naive, and he seemed to have other emotions, "...because when he was violent , will also say some sweet words."

——He would hold the other's broken face and bite the wound at the corner of her mouth, while vaguely and unabashedly speaking those lingering, dreamlike love words in front of little He Yi.

"My mother...she relied on my father's family property, and at first she was able to tolerate some small-scale violence, and maybe she took it as a hobby," he said with a wry smile, "but then...it was like boiling a frog in warm water. Or it got worse, and when she was beaten so hard that she couldn’t leave the house, she couldn’t dance, and she completely lost the capital to make a living.”

"Her natal family didn't accept her, and my father's relatives felt that they didn't belong to the same family. She was promoted by her looks, and she looked down on her... Actually, it was true. They would be together in the first place, and her beauty also had a lot to do with her." relation."

He had already hinted at similar words on the rooftop one day ago.

Chi Yang heard his voice getting hoarse and faintly coughing dryly again. He couldn't bear to listen anymore, and interjected: "...if this is really your father's way of expressing his liking?"

He Yi raised his head to look at him when he heard the words, opened his mouth, swallowed as if he wanted to say something, and changed his expression subtly, "Then I will treat you like this, is it okay?"

Chi Yang: "..."

"You like me," he moved closer, touched He Yi's hair, pressed his forehead against him, and teased him in a low voice, "Can I understand that?"

"Well," He Yi didn't hide, just looked at him calmly and with a slight smile, "Yeah, I like you...but they say I'm very similar to him."

Since he was a child, he has heard too many times that "the son inherits the father's business" from other people's mouths.

Chi Yang seemed to laugh: "Why don't you worry about other things, for example, I have fought so many fights before, what will I do if I attack you one day..."

"You will not."

Chi Yang was taken aback: "Why?"

This time, he didn't answer so decisively.

He Yi coughed lightly, his smile faded away, as if he finally realized that his throat was still hurting belatedly, he tilted his head unnaturally, then hesitated for a moment, then buried his head in the socket of Chi Yang's shoulder like a fool ,not talking anymore.

"Ask you, why?" A muffled voice came into the ear with a smile, as contagious as the young man's body temperature, and seemed a bit vicious, "Speaking of it, eh?"

Yes, why.

He Yi closed his eyes, smelled the laundry detergent on the other person's body, relaxed, and thought aimlessly, why.

Why is he so unconsciously at ease by his side, and trusts him so unconditionally and without reservation—as if he has seen Chi Yang's unfriendly, even terrifyingly fierce appearance, and knows what kind of behavior he is in He has fallen in the turbid world, but he still stubbornly believes that he is a good and trustworthy person.

If you want to call it hit-spot, then their first meeting was more than ten years ago-but if it is counted as a reunion after a long absence, the impact of that moment on the present does not seem to be so profound.

He regretted what he said so quickly.

It was obviously just ordinary chatting, and the content was not even as heavy as his casual narration a few minutes ago, but it seemed to accidentally touch on a problem that he had been ignoring and was unwilling to think about.

What I thought at the time was that it was impossible for Chi Yang to do anything to him—this man was unbelievably principled when facing him, and even before their showdown, he once turned a blind eye to the other party's explicit instructions, Chi Yang also restrained his temper and did not To force him to do something too easy for him.

In a trance, he felt that he was back under the green sycamore tree in his dream, and the fallen leaves were falling down one after another, trying to bury him—he clearly thought of Chi Yang's name, but for some reason, he walked around it, deliberately not looking into it.

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