Y is my love of continuous reading

After sorting out my and his schoolbags in a daze, by the time I realized it, I had already walked out of the teaching building area, with a schoolbag on each shoulder behind me, walking slowly after two steps, waiting for the sickly shuffling man behind me. people.

The weather at night at the end of October is not particularly cold.It was already past the peak of the last evening class, and there were very few people and cars coming and going on the road.

Stepping on the fallen leaves that are not everywhere in a wicked way, the sound is very similar to the crisp sound that my sister deliberately crushed when eating potato chips, which makes people feel angry and want to laugh.

Hearing the wailing of fallen leaves behind him, he suddenly felt an inexplicable sense of peace of mind, as if the world is so vast, and there are always people behind you, with eyes following your figure and footsteps following yours. footprint.

The street lamp standing on the roadside is still using its dim light to insist on the loneliness of being alone. The wild cats of all colors wandering around the campus all day leap over the bushes and return to their hidden nest. The rusty rolling gate in front of the fruit shop Creaking down today's curtain.

He hasn't spoken a word since he woke up, and he's all in a daze, just dragging behind me step by step.

I didn't look back once, but I understood very clearly that he was right behind me, neither far nor near, nor behind.

I lowered my head, traced the eyebrows and eyes of the shadow on the ground with my eyes, and measured the distance from reality to my true heart with my steps.

Speechless all the way.

Downstairs in the dormitory, there is a pair of lovers, a pair of dogs, and the shivering girls don't like to wear coats. They bury their whole bodies in the boy's arms, wrapping around his waist. Chest, or close to the boy's neck, can't see the expression on the face.

I swiped my card to unlock the door, and pulled the door to prevent it from closing. K didn't even look at me, and went straight through the door.

I twitched the corner of my mouth.

If I hadn't pulled the door open, there's a good chance he'd have slammed right into the glass, the burnt fool.

He didn't know whether to be lucky or what to do, but he was not so confused that he forgot his way back to the dormitory, and went upstairs without saying a word.

However, I was still worried. When passing by the third floor where I should have returned, I paused, reached out and weighed the schoolbag on my shoulder, and raised my legs to follow the figure who climbed up to the fourth floor by himself.

No one passed by in the stairs, and there was a faint sound of slippers kicking at the end of the corridor. The corridor light on the ceiling on the fourth floor was not strong enough, and it was so dark that even the keyhole could not be seen clearly.

K stood in front of the dormitory door, with his head lowered and he fumbled in various pockets on his body. The light from the top of his head hit the drooping bangs on his forehead, covering most of his face, leaving only a little bit of the tip of his nose and The arc of the jaw.

As if in a dream, light and shadow intertwined into a black pen, accurately outlining every inch of his side face, blurring out every inch of skin, and tracing out every detail.

He is really suitable to appear on the screen, on the paper piled up with paint, and on the photo with color blocks all over the place.

I want to draw him again.

After regaining my senses, I found the key of his bedroom from his schoolbag and handed it to him, but he didn't align it with the keyhole after being correct for a long time. I simply pushed him away and took the key to open the door for him.

After being pushed by me, he turned sideways towards me, frowning and staring at my face, as if confirming something.

When I successfully opened the door with the key and was about to lift my leg to go in, he made a sudden movement, raised his right hand and slapped the wall on the left front of my face.

wall dong?good?No!

Because I didn't have time to brake, I bumped my nose into his seemingly thin but muscular arm.

"...can't." He gasped.

"Can't what?" I took a step back, rubbing my nose and baring my teeth.

"You can't go in...you go back..."

I looked into his somewhat clear eyes, fell silent for a while, took off the schoolbag on my shoulder, and stuffed it into his arms.

"I am leaving."

After I finished speaking, I turned around and left. He didn't speak, not even a goodbye.

As soon as I went down two steps, I heard a loud door closing from the fourth floor, which made my heart ache.

The doors on the fourth floor were all closed, and no one else was walking in the corridor, which meant that the only one who closed the door could be K.

I froze.