accompany me

Chi Yang overestimated the guest room in his house a bit - no one lived in it all year round, the beds were all dusty, it was obviously not suitable for entertaining guests.Fortunately, He Yi is not such a noble person, he is well-bred, and in turn persuaded him not to bother, and he can make do with the sofa for a night.

"Just give me a blanket," he slowly swallowed the last bite of egg fried rice, folded up a paper towel and wiped his mouth, and said in a warm voice, "Your home is well heated, and you won't be cold when you sleep on the sofa."

Chi Yang looked at him and frowned: "Why don't you sleep in my room?"

The light in the living room was very bright, and through layers of exaggerated crystals that did not match the identity of the young man, a layer of gentle light was cast between He Yi's eyebrows and eyes, with a soft outline, but the words he said were a little bit teasing: "No need I'm sorry, I'll be back tomorrow."

"...Actually," Chi Yang was silent for a while, and finally told the truth, "It's because I don't have any extra quilts, and I don't have any blankets. I live alone here, and I don't have any spares."

He Yi put down the tissue, raised his head and looked at him, standing and sitting, feeling helpless and stalemate.

"I'll find you two clothes in a while, just enough for one night." Chi Yang looked at his figure, compared it silently in his heart, and felt that the coats he wore in winter were long enough, and two coats should be able to cover him from head to toe. Stay with this person in front of you.

He Yi had no objection, he cleaned up the bowls and chopsticks spontaneously, stuffed the used paper towels into the coke can, put them into the trash can together, got up to wash the dishes - as a guest, he had to help wash the dishes, this is what he engraved One of the upbringing in instinct.

When Chi Yang passed by, he paused and asked, "What about the toiletries, are there any new ones?"

"...Yes, the ones brought back from the hotel are fine."

He Yi didn't sleep well that night.

When I arrived in the new environment, I couldn't adapt to it, and the strange smell of laundry detergent wrapped around my body made it difficult to sleep.Chi Yang brought him two fluffy cotton coats, which were still a little hot in the well-heated room.

He sleeps well, neatly resting one arm on his pillow, lying on his side with his legs up, sticking himself on the sofa, as if he is restrained in seeking some sense of security.

But that is something you can't ask for after all.

When the sky was getting bright, the boy sat up abruptly, took a deep breath restrainedly, and let it out again heavily, as if he was suddenly pulled out of the water, exhausted on the verge of drowning.He sat for a while, belatedly realizing that he was sweating coldly, and the shirt behind him was a little damp, and he was actually feeling faintly cold in the well-packed heater.

In the dream, the man's whisper and the woman's cry lingered, lingering in his ears for a long time, like a gradually tightening net, which made his temples hurt and he couldn't breathe.

After an unknown amount of time, his stiff back finally relaxed, like a cat that has finally shed its fur—he slowly tilted his body and sank into the soft sofa back.

Seventeen past four, he looked at the wall clock and thought slowly.In the past, at this time, he should have slept on a soft and elegant bed at home, or had just spent the night in a noisy Internet cafe, woke up with a sore back and back, and was going to return to school early before the security guard arrived. Climb over a low wall.

But now he is stuck in an unfamiliar sofa, every inch of the empty darkness in front of him is strange, but better than any place he is familiar with.

He was still covered with Chi Yang's clothes, exuding an unexpectedly pleasant smell of laundry detergent, warmed by his own body temperature, so soft to the touch.

He Yi sat there crookedly, let out a breath of relief slowly and tremblingly, picked up the clothes on his body, like a drowning person who finally reached the driftwood, and stuck himself on it without reservation.

At this time, no matter what, you shouldn't knock on Chi Yang's door to disturb people's dreams.He thought about it, and it took him an unknown amount of time before he straightened up, carefully folded the two pieces of clothes that Chi Yang lent him, put them in the corner of the sofa, then took out the pen he carried with him, took out a tissue, and neatly kept them A note: "Let's go to school first——He Yi."

He hesitated for a moment, then added two more words, "Thank you."

Facts have proved that it is a wise choice for him to go to school together without waiting for Chi Yang to get up.

After fighting and drinking again, Chi Yang overslept almost logically. He couldn't remember the school schedule, but he also roughly knew that it was half past morning at this point, and he didn't know how many classes he had finished.

Fortunately, there is no parent to call, otherwise his parents would have to count their school into the three points and one line.He was thinking, holding the toothbrush in his mouth, still a little dazed, thinking slowly and turned half a circle, and stopped on the plastic toothbrush by the sink - He Yi took it apart last night and it was completely dry now.

It seems that this person left without washing up, and maybe he has to go back to the school dormitory to sleep.

The clothes I lent out last night were still on the sofa, and a fluffy paper towel was spread on top of it, with clear and correct black and white letters, which belonged to He Yi.

Through these few words, he could almost imagine the expression of the other party when he wrote the pen, probably slightly frowning, writing slowly and lightly, so as not to damage the fragile paper - the facial features are neat and neat, but in the dark Under the bright light, soft shadows are drawn, and the eyes are full of water-like focus...

Where to go.Chi Yang shook his head, scoffed at his unbelievable imagination in the morning, and lowered his head to rinse his mouth.

He actually doesn't want to go to school anymore, but unfortunately there is no food at home, and it is very troublesome to deliver food in this community, so he has to go to the door to get it by himself.Chi Yang glanced at the clock, and finally decided to hang around and stay at school, at least there was food in the cafeteria.

However, he walked slowly for nearly half an hour in the distance of two stops - the young man is tall and has long legs, a simple and neat black suit, clear and deep eyebrows and eyes, with a sense of handsomeness that does not match his age, and his flamboyant and playful temperament Kneading together, the little girls passing by will slow down intentionally or unintentionally.

He is used to other people's complex gazes, and sometimes he would speculate on the thoughts of these people—maybe he guessed whether he had a tattoo on his arm after taking off his coat, or whether he just came out of a group fight scene.

It's a pity that Chi Yang doesn't even have pierced ears, and there are only old scars left on his body from being beaten when he was a child. The flower arm sounds domineering, but it's a bit stupid and still hurts.

He has suffered enough pain in the past ten years, and there is no need to make things difficult for him.

When he walked to the door of the classroom, he paused, took off the bluetooth headset hanging from his ear, and stood expressionlessly at the back door for a while—if he remembered correctly, it should be the self-study time before the lunch break. There is so much movement.

If Chi Yang had come 10 minutes earlier, he would have seen how the good student who cleaned up the mess last night with a gentle and thoughtful smile kicked over the desk, pressed his deskmate against the wall and asked by the throat .

He may even realize that this scene seems familiar. He Yi should have learned this trick from him last night, and he used it very smoothly.

He would hear the young man's dangerous voice suppressed from the bottom of his throat, with the desperateness of a beast, and even a hoarse cry - even at this time He Yi would not utter dirty words, but his eyes were red, and he asked sharply over and over again : "Again, who is the orphan?"

It's a pity that now Chi Yang can only vaguely hear the excuse of the beaten man through a door, saying that he didn't mention the orphan, but He Yi misheard.

When he heard these two words, Chi Yang frowned, moved his lips, and uttered a dirty word that only he knew - if he hadn't been sure that no one in this class would dare to oppose him, he would have doubted that the words were intended for him Listen.

Their homeroom teacher was on a business trip, and the temporary English teacher was a little girl who frowned and looked like she was about to cry: "He Yi, you are the class leader, how can you take the lead in beating someone... The teacher knows you have Difficulties, but this is also..."

He Yi lowered his head, his eyes were tightly locked on the overturned desks and textbooks, and interrupted her in the usual tone: "Mr. Ying, he insulted my mother first, you can adjust the surveillance, and you can hear it from around." Classmates can also testify—my family is a single-parent family, and it was very hard for my mother to raise me alone, and I don’t want her to be insulted for no reason.”

When he said these words, he had no expression on his face, and even his voice gradually softened, as if he had brought himself back into his usual good-natured shell bit by bit, narrating a distant and unrelated matter.

Chi Yang leaned against the open classroom door, but raised his eyebrows subconsciously when he heard this - didn't he say yesterday that his parents were at home.

He Yi always turned his back to him, lowered his head, but his shoulders and back were flat and straight, and the back collar of his shirt was clean and ironed, as if the mess on the ground had nothing to do with him, and neither did the shocking finger marks on his classmates' necks.

He didn't wait for the teacher to say anything, and explained calmly: "He wants to copy homework, and as a class monitor, he can't take the lead in handing over his homework to other students to copy, so I didn't agree. Afterwards, he insulted my mother. Impulsive... Teacher, I am not such a person."

The last sentence contained a bit of grievance just right, and it might be unreasonable to make trouble if someone else did it, but He Yi is indeed kind to others in normal times and has good grades. When these words came out of his mouth, it was almost easy to flip the balance. The heavy pressure was on his side.

It is also a talent to be able to translate words like "Your mother is dead, you are an orphan" in such a gentle manner.Chi Yang couldn't help but let out a low laugh—a classmate in the front row had already noticed him, and they were shifting their eyes in fear, not knowing where to look.

The farce at the other end of the classroom has calmed down, and the irrefutable facts are at hand. He Yi has an attitude of "I admit it but I don't admit it", subtly mixed with stubbornness that makes mothers overflowing, and the acting class teacher hesitated for a long time. , and finally sighed: "The teacher knows... Then, Xu Haiyang, if you apologize to He Yi, the teacher will not pursue it, is that okay?"

"Also in the situation of the two of you, you can't continue to be the same table..." She hesitated for a while, as if it was not appropriate for an outstanding student to go to the end or sit alone by the podium, but it was too much for an vacant student in the middle of the classroom. Suddenly, "Which classmate is willing to change positions?"

After all, she is a new teacher. If she is replaced by an experienced old teacher, at least she will not make such an arrangement at this time.No one responded for a while, only Xu Haiyang's murmured apology sounded briefly, while He Yi kept his head down from the beginning to the end, showing no intention of speaking.

"you……"

"Teacher," Chi Yang didn't even remember what the little girl's last name was. He leaned against the door and waved his hands aggressively. He didn't pay attention to the dozens of gazes turning to him. He just looked at He Yi's direction across the crowd and smiled. He said, "Let me sit with him and let the monitor guide me."

He leaned there, his voice was clear, but also lazy, like the sun had fallen to the last inch and was about to sink into the barren shadows.

But He Yi stood in the haze overgrown with weeds, raised his head, and finally saw the light.

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