Do you understand Euclid today?

Euclid is not doing well, I know this from the summer vacation of my freshman year in high school.But until I walked in his door, it never occurred to me that it would be this bad.

The narrow space is divided into three narrow rooms, the living room and the kitchen are connected together, and each bedroom is so small that it can almost touch the wall when turned around.

My Euclid...he was brought up like this.

"I'm so sorry, I should have treated you well," he said.

"It's okay," I hurriedly persuaded him not to mind, "...it's really okay." The words were so pale right now that there was no strength left.

"Bam—"

Before we sat down and said a few words, there was another loud noise in the bedroom.Euclid stood up and rushed to the bedroom. I followed him in a daze and ran in again. I saw the woman who had just been put to sleep by Euclid fell down and sat down on the bed again.

Euclid leaned over and carried her back to the bed, and the woman's unfocused eyes fell on me beside the bed for the first time.Then, I saw a gleam of light in her dull eyes.

I heard her ask Euclid who I am, and Euclid turned to look at me and introduced me to her in a solemn tone.

The woman smiled for the first time since we met today, and said to me excitedly: "You are welcome to come here often." Then she became depressed again: "I didn't prepare any good things in advance at home... I came to entertain you." It's not good..."

Euclid didn't seem to notice the abnormality in her emotions, he patted her on the back lightly and comforted her without changing his expression, and said, "Go to sleep first, I'm here." I want to smile brightly: "Auntie, I blame me for not telling him in advance this time, you should have a good rest first, and I will tell you first when I come next time, so that you can prepare thoroughly."

"Okay," she laughed, her sick face brightened, "next time, Auntie will make you my best sweet and sour spare ribs."

I solemnly nodded and promised: "Okay, I will definitely eat more next time."

The second time I put my aunt to sleep, fearing that there would be another accident when she woke up the third time, Euclid didn't dare to go too far, and sat on the chair closest to the bedroom.

"Bipolar disorder." Euclid seemed to see through the doubts in my heart, and suddenly said.

I raised my head, still a little confused in my eyes.

Euclid looked at me, and suddenly hooked the corners of his lips: "It was diagnosed two years ago...the doctor said that this is a lifelong disease."

The consolation seemed futile, and my heart trembled with his wry smile.

"The only thing I'm glad is that he's gone." Euclid lowered his head and stared at a piece of floor beside his feet, his fists were clenched tightly, and there were knotted veins on his forearms.

He said: "I can earn money, and I can find a doctor, as long as my mother is still alive..." He took a deep breath, and his voice trembled unconsciously: "As long as she is still alive, everything will be fine right?"

Confused, helpless, lost... The negative emotions I rarely see in him are infinitely magnified in this dark and small space, and I can see him restraining himself but trembling uncontrollably.

I couldn't help but open my arms and hug him, and whispered in his ear like he said to me with red eyes: "It will be fine...everything will be fine..."

I felt his body stiffen suddenly, and then his trembling hands hugged my waist forcefully.

Euclid buried his head on my shoulder and hugged me tightly.

The two of us hugged quietly outside the bedroom, and I could feel his tears slowly seeping through my non-waterproof clothing against my skin.I never thought he would cry in front of me, although he didn't want me to know, hugging my hand was hard.

After an unknown period of time, his breathing gradually calmed down, and his grip on me loosened a little.He raised his head, and there were no tears in his eyes—if it wasn't for the flushed eye sockets.

"Thank you," he said to me.

I tried my best to smile like a little angel: "You said, I still need you."

He looked at me fixedly, and in his eyes, I became a little at a loss.I stammered and said to him: "If you really thank me...We've known each other for so long, and we still call each other by our full names. It sounds awkward. Can I change my name?"

He froze for a moment, as if he didn't expect that I would say this, but he nodded quickly and said hello.

"Then..." I saw his eyes hesitate for a few seconds.

Then he said, "May I call you Wood?"

Seeing this, Lin Qianshu unconsciously stroked the goose bumps on his body - he said this book is poisonous!

I just thought that when I read books, I always like to substitute characters, but when I saw this, it really started to be an inexplicable coincidence... Do all people who have a crush on mathematics have a nickname called "Wood"?He reached out and poked the screen of the phone, and muttered in a low voice, "Who is the wood?"

After reading the novel before going to bed, Lin Qianshu began to repeat the plot of the novel in his dream like a movie. Usually, some content that was not in the novel would be derived in the dream, making Lin Qianshu feel like a movie screenwriter, And it’s the kind that writes about what to shoot.

As soon as it was dawn, the alarm clock rang, and Lin Qianshu got up tired from the bed to wash up. When he opened the door, he found that Jiang Yizhi was also up late today, and was just pushing the door and walking out of his bedroom.

"Morning." Lin Qianshu greeted Jiang Yizhi.

Jiang Yizhi was probably a little surprised that he would meet Lin Qianshu at the door, he paused, and said good morning to Lin Qianshu, his voice was so calm that he didn't seem to have any emotions.

But... Lin Qianshu's gaze quietly shifted to Jiang Yizhi's ear.He found that Jiang Yizhi's earlobe turned red.

In the past, the two were old enemies. Of course, Lin Qianshu would not pay attention to Jiang Yizhi's ears. Later, Lin Qianshu realized that his feelings for Jiang Yizhi were a little weird, and he didn't dare to look at Jiang Yizhi's face. Now he finally clarified his feelings Lin Qianshu's courage returned to normal, his eyes flicked around, and he couldn't help but glance at Jiang Yizhi's red earlobes again.

Does Jiang Yi know that he also likes himself?Lin Qianshu wasn't sure, but he decided to get in touch and observe more.

During the rest of the day, Lin Qianshu pretended to approach Jiang Yizhi several times, taking the opportunity to observe his earlobes and the subtle expressions on his face.After one day of experimentation, Lin Qianshu discovered that Jiang Yizhi's earlobes really turned red as he approached!

This discovery greatly encouraged him, and he felt that the probability of a successful confession was at least 10% higher.

Even so, Lin Qianshu felt that now was not the time to confess.At least... At least wait for my memory to return to half of what it was before, right?Lin Qianshu thought, otherwise, it would be too bad for Jiang Yizhi to enjoy the happy time of the two of them for the past seven years.

Every week, Jiang Yizhi would accompany Lin Qianshu to the hospital for an examination, and this day it was his turn to go to the hospital again. The two of them registered early in the morning to go to the brain department for a follow-up visit. The doctor found that the blood in Lin Qianshu's head had dissipated a lot, but When he tried to do some training to help Lin Qianshu recover his memory, there was little effect.

In the end, the doctor said helplessly to Lin Qianshu: "This memory loss may also be related to psychological factors, why don't you contact a psychological doctor and try?"

Lin Qianshu rubbed his head, but couldn't figure out that after his mental illness, he also developed a mental illness.Like... something that happened to someone else?He has an unreal feeling.

Jiang Yizhi, who was by his side, still seriously wrote down every word the doctor said. Seeing him earnestly recording, the doctor couldn't help but sigh with emotion: "Your brother is really good, every week Come with me."

Lin Qianshu glanced at wechat, and the first message came from Jiang Yizhi's real younger brother. At this moment, this younger brother was doing some younger brother behavior.

Jiang Yixing: [Knife expression pack.jpg] Taking my brother off work again?

Lin Qianshu lowered his head and returned a grinning expression: "I asked for leave following the normal process."

He thought about it, and then felt strange: "How do you know that the two of us are not in school?"

It was the fourth class in the afternoon, and Jiang Yizhi and I had no classes scheduled in the schedule, but Jiang Yixing should be in a certain class.

After a while, Jiang Yixing sent a message: "Radar has become your bastard team leader, and now he has learned to use chicken feathers as an arrow, and all self-study classes have been changed to guqin practice classes."

It dawned on Lin Qianshu—the inspection team is coming next week, and the performance is imminent. Dadar was originally the most diligent and conscientious of all of them, and now he has spontaneously stepped up his practice, and as a "forced" and Jiang Yixing, who is bound to the radar, can only build it with the radar.

Sure enough, after a few seconds, Radar's WeChat came along.

Radar: "Brother Lin! Where have you been? I went to your office to look for you, but you weren't there QAQ"

The students took the initiative to stay and practice seriously, of course Lin Qianshu was very happy.He bowed his head and replied to the message: "I have something to do outside, you practice first, and come back to supervise you at night."

Rado replied happily: "Okay! I feel that I have grasped the essence of the whole piece, and I will try to play Shunliu today!"

Here, Jiang Yizhi has recorded all the precautions the doctor said, stood up and thanked the doctor.Lin Qianshu quickly stood up and thanked the doctor.

"Thank you," the doctor said to Lin Qianshu with a smile, "Protect your head and don't get hurt again. I think your brother loves you more than you."

Lin Qianshu glanced at Jiang Yizhi, his heart was sweetened, and he shamelessly said "Yes".

Walking out of the hospital, Jiang Yizhi glanced at the time, then turned to ask Lin Qianshu, "What do you want to eat tonight?"

Lin Qianshu thought of the boys who were still working hard at school: "Go back to school and eat in the cafeteria."

"Aren't you going home?" Jiang Yizhi was a little surprised that this go-home activist wanted to go to school today.

Lin Qianshu shook his head, held his head high and said, "There are still people who need me in the school, and I'm going to save them."

"Ok?"

In some respects, Lin Qianshu thinks that Jiang Yizhi is more qualified for the nickname "Wood": "...the Guqin team will be training tonight, and I'm going to watch them train."

The author has something to say: The younger brother’s behavior in this story includes but is not limited to disturbing the older brothers’ love affairs.