dreamer

The person you like has already belonged to someone else in your heart.

When Wei Xi said that he likes Ji Changsi, Ji Ziyang's mind went blank for a moment, and his chest felt like someone had kicked hard, full of dull pain mixed with boredom.

For a moment, he couldn't figure out why things had come to this point.

Obviously he is the person I have always liked since I was a child, and he is the person who should accept me the most, why do I have to tell him now that I am in love with someone else.

Ji Ziyang hated him very much. If it wasn't because he left his hometown at the beginning, then the person Wei Xi said he likes now should be him, not a stranger he has never met.

He really couldn't accept the fact that from the beginning to the end, to Ji Ziyang, Wei Jiale was like a personal item that belonged only to him.He couldn't accept that one day this personal item would have long legs and wanted to run away, and it seemed that it was about to be labeled by someone else.

How could he accept this?

Just before Ji Ziyang was immersed in the sadness of a broken love, Wei Xi slowly stood up from the ground, and silently cleaned up the mess on the ground.

There were still unfinished paintings on the overturned easel. When he lifted the easel up, Wei Xi looked at the paper with distressed eyes, but soon, he covered the easel with a cloth.

Ji Ziyang stared blankly at everything in front of him. Even at this time, he still had the heart to observe Wei Xi's every move. He thought in his head that when he saw this easel in the past, it was always covered with a cloth. It's a pity why he didn't look at it just now. See what Wei Xi painted, it's all because of Wei Xi, who made this person the guy he has always liked.

The moment Wei Ximeng raised his easel, Ji Ziyang glanced at the picture, like an unfinished portrait.

But the moment the canvas fell was too fast, he didn't have time to see it clearly.

After packing up, Wei Xi looked at Ji Ziyang, then turned around and walked out of the studio.

There was the sound of rushing water from the bathroom.

Wei Xi bent down to face the sink, and kept picking up the water to wash the neck that Ji Ziyang licked just now.

Thinking of the mood when he found out that the person who kissed him was not Ji Changsi, he even felt a little nauseous.

It's such a bad feeling.

Wei Xi told himself silently in his heart that he wanted to forget about this matter, as long as he forgot, everything would be as if it never happened.

I don't know how long later, when Ji Ziyang gathered up his mood and went out to look for Wei Xi, Wei Xi was lying on the window sill as usual, looking at the sky for an unknown amount of time.

"Talk to me about him," Ji Ziyang leaned against the cold wall and stared at Wei Xi's back for a while, then took the initiative to say, "The person you like is called Ji Changsi?"

The tone was quite kind, as if nothing had happened before.

Wei Xi turned her head slowly and looked at Ji Ziyang who had returned to normal. His eyes were still the same as usual, confused and without warmth.

"...There is nothing to say."

The tone is still the same.

Ji Ziyang sighed in his heart, sat down on the sofa and rubbed his eyes.

Perhaps this is the benefit of being in contact with people like Wei Xi. Due to their personality, the dominance between the two of them will always be in Ji Ziyang's hands.No matter how Ji Ziyang wants to get along with him, Wei Xi will mostly obey him.He doesn't have to worry about Wei Xi being obsessed with what happened just now, whether it's off-line or slow, what Wei Xi is thinking now may have already flown out of the sky, and everything has nothing to do with Ji Ziyang.

Ji Ziyang smiled wryly. To put it bluntly, it's just that Wei Xi didn't care about him at all, right?

So I don't care about Ji Ziyang's current mood, and I don't feel embarrassed or sad about it.

But even so, Ji Ziyang didn't intend to rest assured of his calculations.

He spoke to Wei Xi again, his tone still gentle, "Tell me, I'm quite curious, even as an old friend, I will care about you."

Wei Xi was silent for a while, then frowned slightly, "What do you want to know?"

"Just... tell me how you met? How did you get together later?"

"...we're not together."

Wei Xi quickly answered Ji Ziyang's second question, with a trace of sadness in his eyes, "We are just friends."

Ji Ziyang smiled, "So it's your unrequited love?"

Wei Xi lowered her head and said nothing.

"Why do you like him?"

Ji Ziyang continued to ask.

But Wei Xi just looked up at him in a daze, "Why?"

"Yes, why do you like him?"

Wei Xi thought for a while, "There is no reason."

"No why?"

"No."

"No, you don't want to tell me?"

Wei Xi shook her head, "Why did you like Wei Jiale in the past?"

Ji Ziyang was taken aback when he heard the words, lowered his eyes and thought about why he likes Wei Jiale in his mind for a long time, the only explanation he finally thought of was that sentence, because it was Wei Jiale.

And Wei Xi on the other side also said lightly, "There is no reason, just because he is Ji Changsi."

Regarding Ji Changsi's memory, Wei Xi kept it intact.

Maybe it's because that's the person he likes. During the days when he can't get together with Ji Changsi, he often replays the past of the two of them in his mind over and over again, so whether it's Ji Changsi's frown, smile or word, Wei Xi remembered very clearly.

"Actually, at the beginning, I never saw him..."

"Haven't seen him?"

"Yes…"

Wei Xi's eyes became more and more blurred.

Ji Ziyang looked at Wei Xi like this, but didn't disturb him, and let Wei Xi sink into the memory of himself.

Wei Xi still remembered very clearly when Ji Changsi came to Wei Xi's side.

Life in high school was not as bright and youthful to Wei Xi as others. Whenever Wei Xi recalled those days, the picture would always be gloomy.

A new school, new teachers, new classmates and a new environment, everything is new to Wei Xi, and that feeling may be the same as that of other people who have changed schools, such as Ji Ziyang.But unlike Ji Ziyang, who had a similar situation back then, not only was everything around him strange, but to Wei Xi, the whole world was also strange.

He doesn't even know who he is.

So when faced with those unfriendly questions from classmates, Wei Xi was very at a loss.

The boy with the crew cut turned around and sat on the chair, looked at him and asked, "I heard that your head was injured?"

Wei Xi lowered her eyes and nodded slowly.

Before he finished nodding, the boy asked again, "So you lost your memory?"

The boy's answer is still the default.

"Then can you still study?"

The voice is neither loud nor low, it is nothing in the messy classroom, but it is natural that the voice slowly quiets down, if there are eyes that seem to be absent one after another, even if you don't need to look at all kinds of subtle expressions, I can also guess what kind of curiosity and excitement they carry.

Wei Xi raised her eyes in confusion, as if she didn't understand the inevitable connection between the boy's problem and amnesia.

"You lost your memory, so you forgot everything, what's the difference between that and a fool?"

The boy's eyes were round and round, and his originally pleasing appearance now seemed to be nothing but an eyesore.

"Don't bully your new classmates!"

There will always be a class leader who advocates justice to come forward.

She was a pretty girl with a black and bright ponytail. After scolding the annoying boy, she turned to look at Wei Xi, her face was still red, "Don't pay attention to him."

The voice was still a little shy.

Later, during the quiz, Wei Xi naturally didn't finish answering the questions.

The team leader who was waiting for the papers to be collected anxiously urged, "Oh, don't write, the teacher is reading it, don't write, don't write."

In the end, Wei Xi's grades were indeed the worst.

The boy with crew-cut hair beamed at the classmate next to him, "What's the use of looking good..."

As he said that, the squad leader who was still leaning forward gave a smug look, pointed to his head and then glanced in the direction behind him, and exaggeratedly said, "Stupid!"

The squad leader curled his lips in embarrassment, and when he looked at Wei Xi again, there was pity, sympathy, and avoidance in his eyes.

In fact, it's not that Wei Xi can't, it's just that he often writes slowly, and often has trouble concentrating while writing.

But no one cares about these things. Regarding the definition of Wei Xi as a fool, I don’t know when it started to run away without a trace. The boy who lost his head so silly.

It wasn't all malicious bullying at the beginning, it was just a little more unfair treatment.

"Hey, it's just you, you can clean the boys' toilet."

What is there to refuse the arrangement of the team leader on duty, even if Wei Xi was not originally assigned to be in charge.

"Wei Xi, I have something to do today, so stay here and lock the door. Remember to be the first one to open the door tomorrow morning."

The life committee asked me kindly, how could I refuse.

As a result, on the second day, a classmate lost an mp3 in the class.

"Wei Xi has the key. He opened the door when he came in the morning. Either a thief has broken in, or it's just..."

"Aren't you a fool? Still stealing things?"

"Shh, keep your voice down..."

Playing and joking knocked off a stack of books on the table.

"Ah, the paper is torn..."

"It's okay, just take Wei Xi's, it's useless to give it to him anyway."

There are many other things like this, but Wei Xi never cares about them. Anyway, even so, he can't lose a piece of meat, right?

But precisely because of such a good temper, what he got was not gentle treatment from others, but intensified bullying.

Wei Xi is a fool, Wei Xi is very weak.

With this kind of cognition, Wei Xi became someone who could be called around at will, even the most insignificant classmate in the class dared to step on Wei Xi's feet.

Today he was in a bad mood so he wanted to trouble Wei Xi, and tomorrow he was wronged elsewhere so he wanted to cast his anger on Wei Xi, even when he was grandstanding, he wanted to use Wei Xi as a target.

It was obvious that it really hurt when he fell to the ground, but no one stretched out his hands to him, and all the youthful faces were laughing at his stupidity and embarrassment.

And finally, when someone blocked him in the alley outside the school to ask for pocket money, Wei Xi, who had been silent all this time, finally learned to resist.

It's just that the result was a bit miserable. He was beaten badly.

Later, such things became commonplace, no matter how clean the school uniform was, it would always turn dirty at night, the wound on the corner of the mouth was still not healed, and there was a fresh cut on the brow bone, and the whole person always seemed to be "too much" If it weren't for the fact that everyone knew who Wei Xi was, they might have thought he was a bad guy who fought with people all day long.

However, even so, the so-called home still does not get a trace of warmth.

Opening the door with pain all over his body, he was met with a pungent and familiar smell of alcohol.

When did my mother's alcoholism start, maybe after an accident at home, or maybe a long time ago?

Wei Xi didn't know, he only knew that since he was able to live a normal life, the image of his mother he recognized was the one before him.I sleep every day during the day, so I don’t know where to go to fool around at night. Even if I sometimes stay at home, I still live alone with a wine bottle.

After silently cleaning up the mess, Wei Xi stood alone in the kitchen and started preparing dinner for her mother and herself.

In fact, my mother also has sober moments. At that time, she would tidy herself up decently, prepare meals like a gentle mother, and wait for Wei Xi to come back. She would also care about Wei Xi's life at school. The woman who was crying and cursing while holding the wine bottle was a different person.

But all of this was just a flash in the pan, and his mother often showed him a very bad look.

It took a long time for such a mother to change, but that's a story.

For Wei Xi who had just recovered, he felt really painful at that time, he didn't know what he did wrong to live such a life.If he has to suffer all this just because he is a person without a past, then he would rather not have such a future.

He suddenly figured it out, his mother never said why he became like this, maybe it was because the original him couldn't bear this kind of life, so he chose to end it.

In the end, he was saved, and then he forgot everything, but he still had to continue his life like this.

If that is the case, what is the use of forgetting everything?

After being dragged to the roof again to be bullied, Wei Xi bit her lip and returned to the class, took out the knife on the desk, walked out of the classroom facing the bell, and hid in the innermost room of the toilet.

He who has no past doesn't even want a future now.

Although others said he was a fool, he was not a fool. He would not do such a painless thing as cutting his wrists. If he wanted to end it, he knew a safer way.

Wei Xi pursed her lips, shed a tear, and pointed the knife at her neck tremblingly.

As long as the knife is removed from here, then everything is over.

Let's do it.

He felt a gentle voice whispering to him softly in his ear.

In this way, he will never feel pain again.

Wei Xi choked up and closed her eyes.

But the moment he started, he felt a black shadow falling from above.

When he opened his eyes again, the knife was gone, and he did not know when he came to the infirmary, sleeping on a warm sofa.

"you're awake?"

"Why am I here?"

"You were already lying here when I came back, didn't you come here by yourself?"

The school doctor smiled at him gently, "You are tired from studying, right? Don't worry, I won't tell your teacher."

Wei Xi frowned slightly, at a loss, he suddenly felt something tightly clenched in his hand.

Spreading his hand, he held a note inside.

Small note, scribbled handwriting, only two words written on it, trash.

That was the first time he met Ji Changsi.

When Wei Xi thought of this, a warm smile appeared on his face.

Ji Ziyang looked at Wei Xi who had finally reacted after wandering for a long time, and finally couldn't help but uttered, "Wei Xi?"

Wei Xi came back to his senses, looked at Ji Ziyang, perhaps because he remembered the first meeting with the person he liked, so he was in a good mood, and smiled faintly at Ji Ziyang, "In short...he saved me when I was most desperate. I."

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It’s been a long time since I’m in a rush to write an essay, I forgot where I wrote it, OHZ