Do you understand Euclid today?

However, even if he was sure that he liked Jiang Yizhi, Lin Qianshu didn't know what he should do. After all, it is impossible to confess directly. With the other party's attitude unclear, Lin Qianshu was afraid that his rash actions would make the two of them Not even friends.

Guqin class was over, the four boys tidied up their pianos and went one step ahead, Lin Qianshu cleaned up the classroom and went out later, when he opened the door, he saw Jiang Yizhi standing quietly not far from the corridor, waiting for him.

Seeing Jiang Yizhi's focused expression, the last bit of boredom in Lin Qianshu's heart disappeared.

He closed the door, and walked towards Jiang Yizhi with brisk steps: "Why are you here?"

"Xiaoxing said that you are not feeling well tonight." Jiang Yizhi took out a thermos cup from somewhere and handed it to Lin Qianshu, "Drink some hot water first."

It's hard to say why he was abnormal, Lin Qianshu could only take the cup of hot water with a smile, let Jiang Yizhi take out a temperature gun from his bag, and took his temperature again.

The body temperature is of course too normal to be normal.Jiang Yizhi glanced at the number and put it back in his bag: "Is that because your eyes are tired?"

Jiang Yizhi was so proficient in handling this and that, which made Lin Qianshu suspect that when he was unwell in the past, he had been seeing Jiang Yizhi for treatment, but he couldn't tell the real reason, so he said vaguely, "Maybe."

After getting in the car, when Lin Qianshu fastened his seat belt on the passenger seat, Jiang Yizhi handed him a steam eye mask: "Sleep for a while, I'll call you when we arrive."

Lin Qianshu took the steam eye mask and put it on. The warm water vapor applied to his eyelids, accompanied by the faint scent of flowers, really relaxed Lin Qianshu's tense nerves a lot.He closed his eyes and couldn't help feeling: How could he not be moved by Jiang Yizhi treating him like this?

And it was precisely because I was moved that I didn't dare to say it, which in turn became the source of my troubles.

After the two returned home, Jiang Yizhi repeatedly confirmed that Lin Qianshu was fine, and then let him go to wash and sleep with confidence.Looking at Jiang Yizhi's concerned and focused eyes, Lin Qianshu felt a fear that he didn't dare to face, for fear that he would accidentally slip up, and Jiang Yizhi said, "I treat you like a brother, but you actually treat me like a husband".

"I... went back to sleep!" He hurriedly escaped from Jiang Yizhi's hand, turned around and locked himself in the bedroom.

Lying on the bed in the bedroom, in this private space that was completely his own, Lin Qianshu dared to let his thoughts wander unscrupulously.He began to draw a flow chart in his mind: First of all, he made sure that "Lin Qianshu likes Jiang Yizhi", then under this point, there must be two directions: ① Confession ② No confession, and each of them will lead to a different ending. ① Followed by two kinds, if Jiang Yizhi accepts his confession, then everyone will be happy, the two will be together forever, and if Jiang Yizhi rejects himself, it is very likely that he will alienate himself because of this, and the two will never communicate with each other forever.And what about after ②?Lin Qianshu thought for a while, wouldn't the worst result after ② be like now?

At this point in the flow chart, Lin Qianshu felt that everything was clear.

——If you want feelings, you must fight bravely; if you want stability, then maintain the status quo.

So are you going to fight for the only possibility?Lin Qianshu didn't know, even at this point, he still felt in a mess. After all, he lacked seven years of memory, and he didn't know what happened between the two of them during the seven years.

So... just wait.Lin Qianshu thought.

After finishing this psychological construction for himself, Lin Qianshu rolled a few times on the bed, picked up his mobile phone from the bedside table, and prepared to find inspiration from the novel.

Lin Qianshu has seldom read "I Want to Like You Today" recently. The reason is that the author hasn't updated it for a long time. Reading a serial novel that hasn't had a new chapter for more than half a month always gives him a feeling that there is no guarantee for the ending. Second, because he accidentally substituted too much of his own feelings when he was reading in the early stage. Now every time he opens this book, his mind will automatically convert the text into images like a movie.

If the image of "I" wasn't himself, and the image of "Euclidean" wasn't Jiang Yizhi, Lin Qianshu felt that he wouldn't be so awkward.

The first semester of the second year of high school also passed quickly.

With the help of Euclid's daily lectures, I finally scored 120 points in mathematics in the final exam.

Although in the experimental class where the strong are like forests, this score can only reach the average level, but for a math scumbag who has been hovering on the edge of the passing line all year round, this is really a historic leap.

On the day when the report card was distributed, the math teacher praised my efforts in front of the whole class. I was so excited that my eyes unconsciously looked for Euclid.

But Euclid didn't come, even though he was the No.2 who was much higher than No.1 this time.

Everyone is used to his absence, only I am frustrated by it.

The winter vacation is about to begin, the Spring Festival is approaching, the class is full of joy, even the students who did not do well in the exam seem to be in a good mood.The teacher was still tolerant after handing out the report card in a mess, and finally he had the only one left in his hand.

I know it's Euclid's.

"That one..." The teacher pondered for a while, feeling a little distressed, "Who will give it to me?"

I did one of the bravest things I've done in 17 years.

Amidst the uproar, I raised my hand.

I stood up, trying to restrain the excitement in my voice: "Teacher, let me go."

After the break, I set off with Euclid's report card and his home address copied from the head teacher's roster.

Euclid's home is in the west of the city, far away from our school. I changed the car twice before I finally saw the street sign on the address.

Before I walked into the door of his house, I couldn't help but wonder: how much does he love home after spending so long on the road every day, but still refuses to give up and go home?

All this was answered after I walked into his house.

When I walked through the long alleyway, found the one at the address in a dark and remote residential building, and then climbed up the stairs to stand in front of the painted door, I felt as if I was fished out of the water As it came.

Looking at the layers of sewers and small advertisements under the doorknob, my mood is extremely complicated.

——Although I had a vague premonition when I saw him working desperately last summer, I still felt uncontrollable sadness when I witnessed it.

Euclid actually grew up in such an environment.I took a deep breath and knocked on the door very lightly and slowly.

"Come here, wait a minute." Euclid's familiar voice came from the door, and after a while, the wooden door in front of me was opened, and Euclid appeared behind the door.

He was only wearing a sweater, his eyes were black and he looked exhausted.Seeing that the person standing at the door was me, a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes, with one hand propped by the door, he seemed to be hesitating for something.

What is he worried about?Or is there something you don't want me to see?I lowered my eyes to hide the distress in my eyes, and handed him the report card I had been holding all the way: "The teacher asked me to give this to you."

Euclid took the report from me, thanked me, and was about to continue talking to me, when suddenly there was a loud noise in the room.His pupils shrank suddenly, turned around and ran into the room.

He was stumbling and seemed to have a very unstable center of gravity, and I ran in behind him.

I saw a thin woman lying on the narrow bed in the bedroom. At this moment, half of her body leaned out of the bed, as if she was about to fall.

The woman has the same eyes as Euclid, her identity is self-evident.

Euclid walked to the bed, helped her back to the bed, picked up the water glass on the bedside table, fed the woman a few sips, and softly coaxed her to sleep.From the beginning to the end, the woman always had a numb expression on her face, as if she didn't respond to everything in the outside world.

Watching Euclid do all this skillfully, I felt like a huge ball of cotton was stuck in my chest, and I was uncomfortable but had nowhere to vent.

Euclid had to put down the paper cup, and turned around to find that I was standing by the door, he was stunned, and then raised the corners of his lips to me.

I have also said before that I have rarely seen Euclid smile, but at this moment, I hope he will not smile at me like this.

"Why don't you sit outside for a while." He opened his mouth and spoke to me, his voice was hoarse as if he hadn't spoken for a long time.

I moved my lips, not knowing how to answer his question, an invisible force drove me to walk into the room and stand shoulder to shoulder with him.

"Sorry," Euclid said, "I don't have anything at home, so I can't entertain you."

I dare not look into Euclid's eyes, lest he find the sadness in my eyes: "I didn't come here to beg for food..."

Euclid let out a breath, turned around, and I felt his eyes seem to fall on me: "Let's go, there should be a carton of milk in the kitchen." He walked out the door first as he said.

I chased him out again, afraid that he would really entertain me with the few milk at home, so I grabbed his wrist in desperation: "No need!"

Looking at the imperceptible crimson in his eyes when he turned his head, I felt that the sadness in my heart was about to overflow: "...I mean, I just bought a big cup of milk tea at the school gate before I came here."

Euclid's mouth curled into a faint smile: "Ah... yes, I forgot that you like milk tea."

"It's a pity that I don't work in the milk tea shop now." He said.

Who likes to drink milk tea.I think.

He walked into the kitchen and poured me a cup of hot tea: "Then drink some water." I subconsciously took the teacup.He took out another small candy from the sugar jar: "Do you want to eat it?" I subconsciously took the candy again.

"Your sugar?" I asked.

He shook his head, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth: "It's for my brother, he can only eat one a day."

He looked at me and smiled, but his smile gradually faded under my gaze.

"That's great," he said hoarsely, "thank you for coming."

The author has something to say: You may not believe it, but Kobayashi drew a flowchart to decide how to do it.