Dig a spoonful of heart meat

Tan Weifeng was still in a daze when he returned to the dormitory.

He knows that just one sentence can tear through the last layer of window paper, he just needs to stop.

Stop, don't have to run, don't have to hesitate, as long as he turns back.

Emotions soared, and people couldn't even separate their minds to take care of others. Half of what Zou Shao had just said was circling in his mind.

He said he wasn't in the right shape and had a small injury, but it wasn't too small.

It has reached this level, but still has to hide it.

What kind of person is Zou Shao?It is the person who won't grunt when a knife is stabbed in his calf, and the person who won't cry a tear even if his eyes are red.

He's not a guy who can be thrown out of shape by a "minor injury."

Qin Weifeng blew the cool breeze on the balcony for half the night by himself, picked up his mobile phone and dialed the head teacher of Zou Shao High School.

It was quickly picked up over there.

"Sorry to bother you so late, but I want to ask something."

"It's okay, you say it, Weifeng."

Qin Weifeng breathed a sigh of relief, and looked at the people downstairs, "Did Zou Shao be in a bad state of mind for a while in high school, I want to ask about that time."

In the next few days, Zou Shao still went to the same place in the old museum, but he didn't wait to see anyone.

That seat was very quiet, and there were many people vying for it. Zou Shao habitually took his schoolbag to occupy the seat, but no one came to appreciate it.

Zou Ze sent him a message, saying that a few days would be the death anniversary of the old man and asked him to come back.

The weather was gloomy that day, with thick and cold rain in the air, and the tide was gnawing at the bones, exactly the same as that day two years ago.

Before dawn, they took the car early and drove to the cemetery in the suburbs.

Zou Shao didn't fall asleep the night before, laughing wildly in the nightmare of the fog and pain in his memory.He turned on the light and listened to the recording of the call on the eve of the college entrance examination over and over again.

Only in this way can I let myself be at peace for a moment.

In the bumpy car, there was still no sleepiness, and the air conditioner was turned on very loudly, which made people have a splitting headache.Zou Shao stretched out a finger and slowly wiped an arc on the foggy car window, and saw that the scenery outside the window gradually shrunk into a line, gradually becoming deserted as he moved forward.

As if forcing people to recall that memory, the car suddenly drove into a tunnel, and only my own face was vaguely reflected on the car window, obviously a little pale due to poor sleep.

"Go to sleep for a while, it will take a while to arrive, and I will call you when the time comes." Zou Ze said.

Zou Shao tried to close his eyes, but the sporadic bleakness gathered into a knife the moment he closed his eyes, piercing the drowsiness so that he fled in a hurry.

Zou Shao didn't shed a single tear on the day of her death, as if he didn't realize it, but he was surprised when everything was done.

So much so that those emotions seem to be stored up slowly, gradually radiating out year by year.

It never made him feel better.

The cemetery was very quiet, very suitable as the old man's final destination. The wind sent a burst of wet floral fragrance, and Zou Shao folded one and placed it in front of the stone tablet.

"I'm fine now, and I'm going to the school I want to go to." Zou Shao said silently in his heart, "It's almost because he didn't come with me."

"You've seen a tall, thin, indifferent boy who came to be a volunteer, and you like him too."

Zou Shao reached out to wipe off the ashes on the stele, perhaps because it had rained, it was very clean.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and the two of them did not bring umbrellas.

If nothing happened, would you be together?A question suddenly popped up in Zou Shao's mind.

Probably not.

Most of the time we spend together is tiring.

He tried to prop up a relationship through emotional orientation, but this kind of fluffy thing lasted for a while, and it would collapse if it took too long.

He seemed to suddenly understand what Tan Weifeng said that day: It doesn't matter who likes whom, the important thing is that neither of them believes in their hearts that the other likes him.

In the relationship, no one is allowed to be cautious and tempted, like walking on thin ice.

Zou Shao returned to school in the evening, and he didn't know whether it was because he was drenched in the rain, or because of the bumpy driving, he felt a rare nausea in his stomach.

He leaned against the wall and retched for a long time, but he couldn't even spit out his saliva.

I haven't eaten all day, and I don't feel hungry.

The rain is still falling, from the early morning drizzle to the current torrential rain, splashing half a person's height of water, making it difficult to get down.

There were hardly any people on the road.

Zou Shao was already drenched in the rain, so he simply got off the car at the school gate, leaving Zou Ze's shout behind him.

So cool.

The moment I stepped into the rain from the car, cold water hit my face and body, from the tips of my hair to the tips of my toes, every cell was soaked to the point of being speechless.

I was so excited that my whole body trembled, my headache disappeared instantly, and the chill was freezing outward from the bone marrow.

He was wading in the water from the ankle down, and he could hardly open his eyes. The stagnant water seriously hindered his forward speed. Instead, he walked slowly towards the school gate.

So fucking cool.

He even wanted to fall to the ground, roll twice in the water, close his eyes and wait for the rain to stop.

The school is too big, and it is too far from Ximen to the dormitory in the South District.

Halfway through the walk, I became dizzy, my head was heavy, and the heat on my forehead could not be washed away even by the rain.

How far is it?

The South District is like a small dot on the side of the road, barely within sight.

Zou Shao felt that he must be in such a mess now.

The phone vibrated in his pocket, and he leaned against the side of the road. He didn't even have the slightest intention to find a classroom to hide from the rain. His clothes were all stuck to his body. It didn't make any sense to hide or not.

Even a shallow layer of water gathered in his pocket, and Zou Shao swiped the screen more than a dozen times before opening it.

Yes, the phone is waterproof.

The call was from Zou Ze, but unexpectedly, there were still a few unread red dots on WeChat.

Q-Sir: I have something to talk to you about.

Zou Shao was so burned that his whole body was covered in circles, and the rain was beating the screen so badly that he could barely read the fine print on it after wiping it several times.

He suddenly felt very funny.

Want to throw the phone away, don't reply to anything, don't care about anything.

But he wasn't that stupid yet.

He wanted to write back a few words, but the rain on the screen made him unable to type.

He put the phone back in his pocket and continued walking.

What to talk about?

He doesn't want to talk about anything now.

He didn't want to rationally and calmly analyze the emotional spectrum of the two of them;

too tired.

Still a little sleepy.

I don't know how long it took, and I arrived in front of the dormitory building.

After being drenched by the rain, the weight of the whole body seemed to have doubled, and the steps became heavy and slow.

He suddenly thought of the message that Tan Weifeng had sent him just now, and at the same time, he felt a strange sense of hatred in his heart.

Want to talk?Then you come to me.

Do you dare to come to me in such heavy rain?

At least bring an umbrella.

Just like when I was most desperate, you at least said a word.

If you can't hold it, don't hook it.

He turned the corner and saw the door of the unit.

What is it?

His sanity became more and more unclear, and the world was somewhat ghosted.

is an umbrella.

There is a person under the umbrella.

People are walking this way.

The author has something to say:

Don't be sad dears, it's better~

The countdown to the end is hot~