Love is worse than nurturing

At six o'clock in the morning, the subway roared through the dark tunnel, the pale lights illuminated the empty carriage, Gao Han hugged his backpack, rested his head on one side to catch sleep, and occasionally knocked on the hard plastic baffle, sleeping extremely Not stable.

The girl diagonally opposite was wearing a light and familiar workplace suit, capable and elegant, but she couldn't help but keep looking sideways at the tall, thin but ordinary boy.

Girls are also Neptune-level goddesses in college, with countless suitors. I don’t know how many boys of this age have met, sunny and cheerful, gentle, and cute milk dogs. I have met all types, and they are very attractive to boys. sensitive radar.

Thinking that I have seen countless people, my heart has long been calm, but the girl can't stop exploring the boy opposite, that kind of strong throbbing seems to have returned to the time when I was young.

It's just an ordinary person who forgets at a glance, why can't she stop looking at it again and again.

There was a special notification tone on the phone, Gao Han opened his eyes, stared at the front for two seconds, took out the phone and clicked on WeChat.

His slender fingers slid across the cold screen, and clicked on a dialog box called "Chen Dong" at the top. Chen Dong was his part-time foreman, and there were two new messages in the dialog box.

The first one is "the bar business is not good recently, so you don't have to come here in the future".

The second transfer is 2700 yuan.

Gao Han accepted the transfer with a blank expression, and clicked on WeChat Change, which showed a balance of 6752.30, which was more than 1000 short of the tuition fee of 4000 yuan.

There is no need to slide down the dialog box, there is only one page in total, click to open a part-time job group, which is full of yesterday's news.

Slowly flipping through the news, Gao Han stopped at a KTV waiter recruitment news. Gao Han remembered the name of the KTV. It was only two streets away from the school, and many students from the school would go there.

Gao Han has always been looking for part-time jobs in places far away from commuting, avoiding school students as much as possible, which led him to only work on weekends. This KTV was out of his consideration at first, but it was so close, he went to work every day, and soon You can get the money back.

Gao Han struggled for a while, and before getting out of the car, he sent a friend request to the recruiter.

Poverty is a kind of disease, which cannot be wanted or not.

I rushed to the school before class, and went straight to class without going back to the alpine dormitory. The teacher in today's class was notoriously unkind. He was late for three times in a semester and was disqualified from the final exam.

Stepping on the bell and entering the classroom, the female teacher with her hair combed neatly has already led everyone to warm up and return home.

Seeing Gao Han stepping on the bell, he didn't say anything, but he had some obscure eyes, always entwined around him.

Silently put down the schoolbag and walked to the back row to start leg pressing. Gao Han is tall and has long legs. He moved a little bit, and made a vertical fork steadily. After pressing, he turned and pressed the other side. After the left and right legs were pressed, they turned into horizontal forks. , the flexibility caused a boy next to him with a pain mask to stare straight at him.

After returning to the basic skills, the teacher will lead them to learn new skills. After teaching each of them to practice, the teacher walks around the classroom with a pointer, and when he sees lazy people, he directly slaps them on his legs.

Gao Han worked all night and drank a bottle of water from the previous afternoon until now. He felt a little hard during training, and felt dark before his eyes when he jumped.

Finally, during another big jump, the legs hadn't been raised to the proper angle, and the eyes dimmed for an instant, and nothing could be seen, and the unbalanced body fell heavily to the ground.

There was a commotion in the classroom, and there were a few sneers from the side, like fingernails scraping the blackboard, piercing Gao Han's eardrum sharply, the teacher sullenly, and quickly asked two male students to help him to the infirmary.

As soon as the teacher left, the rest of the students were finally able to be lazy, sitting on the ground and rubbing their sore legs, some gossiping, talking about the accident just now, occasionally making unpleasant laughter.

There was a lot of noise in the classroom, and the monitor failed to suppress the huge noise after reminding him twice, so he could only find an empty corner to continue practicing.

The doctor on duty in the infirmary checked it carefully, and gave him two sticks of glucose to drink slowly.

Gao Han raised his head and drank the glucose, lying on the single bed in the infirmary, staring at the ceiling in a daze, as soon as he closed his eyes, the scene of just losing his vision kept replaying in his mind.

It seemed that the darkness in front of his eyes had been zoomed in countless times, the world sank into darkness in just a second, and the moment he fell to the ground, he felt indescribably happy.

Like a fish scorched by the scorching sun, it finally sank into the deep sea to hide in the messy and tangled seaweed, taking a breath of cold and moist air.

Outside, the doctor sighed, and the teacher's heart sank. Could it be that Gao Han suffered some irreversible hidden injury that would affect his future career?

The doctor is also sullen: "I know that you have high requirements on the students' physique, but you can't just ask the students to go on a diet. The body is the capital. When you teach, you must pay attention not to overcorrect."

The teacher breathed a sigh of relief, as long as there was no hidden injury, it would be a real teaching accident in his career if the students fell into a big problem during class time.

The doctor also saw the teacher's emotional changes, and he was furious. He suppressed polite words and said: "This child has been malnourished for a long time. Didn't you find that he is so thin that he can't even maintain his muscles? What kind of results can he train like this? Do you understand, at this age, as long as he exercises properly and eats a lot, he will not gain weight, but if he is so malnourished and falls down the next time he has hypoglycemia, I don’t know if he will damage his brain.”

The teacher straightened his expression and said seriously: "I will report this problem to his class teacher and counselor, and I will pay more attention to it."

The doctor was reluctantly satisfied, and the teacher wondered: "The students on my side have to keep an eye on it, so I will trouble you here?"

After getting the answer, the teacher took another look and saw Gao Han lying on the bed safely, and then left.

The infirmary was very quiet. Seeing Gao Han's white face with two dark circles under his eyes, the doctor thoughtfully lowered his voice.

The glucose he drank quickly supplied energy, and Gao Han, who was sleepy and hungry, got rid of the dizziness of hypoglycemia. He just wanted to lie on this bed and couldn't sleep. After opening and closing his eyelids a few times, he fell into a deep sleep.

The doctor quietly closed the door and was called out by another teacher.

At the airport, a group of people attracted the attention of passers-by. The head of the group wore all black custom-made suits, with a noble and distant temperament.The few people who followed behind were also tall and straight in suits and leather shoes, walking together with great momentum.

Seeing the face clearly, people suppressed and exclaimed, isn't this the face that is often seen in financial magazines.

After finally finalizing the contract with the French partner, Song Jiyang flew back to China overnight and landed just in the morning, Song Jiyang was so tired that his fingers were sore.

The accompanying assistants were also dizzy with exhaustion. For this cooperation, the headquarters had been working on a plan a month ago, worked overtime for a month, and then flew to France to negotiate. The spirit was extremely tense.

As soon as they returned to China, Song Jiyang gave them a holiday.

The driver waiting at the airport took Song Jiyang back to the apartment in the city center. He was so sleepy that his eyes were doubled. Song Jiyang also took a shower with strength before he fell headlong on the bed and fell asleep.

After staying up for several nights in a row, the consciousness sank almost uncontrollably, but the relaxed body became lighter.

Whispered conversations in the ear, malnutrition, who is malnourished?

Song Jiyang opened his eyes, and saw that the clear sunlight was blocked by thick curtains, the empty room was divided into two sides by white bed curtains, and a tall and thin boy was lying on the bed by the window, hiding in the shade under the curtains to sleep well.

Is he dreaming?

Song Jiyang looked around the room, discerning his situation from the whispered conversation behind the door.

In the school's medical office, a student who fainted from hypoglycemia was lying on the bed, and seemed to be malnourished for a long time.

Is it because I am too old and lonely, to actually have this kind of dream of playing in the school doctor's room.

Maybe he should listen to his family and try to find someone to fall in love with. Although no one is absolutely in his favor, he has been stubborn for 26 years, and he should have accepted the reality long ago.

Before Song Jiyang walked up, he wanted to take a look at what the other protagonist in his dream looked like.

As a domineering president, Song Jiyang himself is very good-looking, and the Song family has also dabbled in the entertainment industry. He has met countless entertainers, and there are many people who want to take shortcuts to post here.

In a place like the entertainment industry, Song Jiyang has never seen someone who suits his heart, either this one is too coquettish or that one is too flimsy.

His aesthetics are so strict that he is perverted. As a normal relationship, it is fine. Song Jiyang's scalp is numb when he thinks of dating, marrying, and sharing the same bed with all kinds of people.

The Song family already knew that he was cured.Deserving of being solo for 26 years, Ben Song Jiyang felt that he would be alone forever.

But if the person in front of him is not a person from heaven, Song Jiyang thought, then he cannot be blamed.

Even if he was covered in filth, even if he was filthy to the bone, Song Jiyang would not be able to feel any disgust.

A word suddenly flashed in Song Jiyang's mind, it was all because of the moonlight, it was so sultry.

His skin was so white that there was a hint of sickness, his shattered hair over the ears was like green ink, and his thick eyelashes cast a shadow like crow feathers. He slept with his eyes closed on the pure white hospital bed lifeless, like a delicate A peerless but lifeless ornament, it was born to be shelved by God.

It is a favorite hideout and an exclusive cage.

But God did not hide well, and was peeped by outsiders. Any believer who saw it would have rebellious thoughts because of the beauty in front of him, and only wanted to fight God to win the beauty's mercy.

Including Song Jiyang, he felt that he had dreamed of God's creation, and he wanted to snatch it.

Song Jiyang didn't realize the passage of time, he only remembered the shallow breathing of the person in front of him, the curtains were blown by the wind, the cut light and shadow swayed, and the clear and bright moon in the dark was the lost boundless sky light.

When the phone rang, Song Jiyang was still in a deep sleep. He closed his eyes and touched it for a long time before he found the phone. He slid his thumb to his ear.

A gentle female voice came from the phone, it was Song's mother calling.

"Xiaoyang, have you woken up yet?"

Song Jiyang squinted his eyes to look at the time, then closed his eyes again: "No, what's your wish for Ms. Song?"

"Stay at home all day except for work, are your communication tools and dating software used to check recipes, when will mom see my little daughter-in-law, are you going to let me take this regret into the coffin ?”

The gentle Jiangnan accent is as clear and sweet as dewdrops falling into the lotus pond even if you curse. Song Jiyang casually said: "My dear Ms. Song, is it true that Mr. Song has not been serving you well recently? A bad temper is a symptom of menopause. Remember to keep a happy mood."

"Don't talk nonsense with me. If I don't see my daughter-in-law by the end of the year, I'll put you on a dating website!"

Mother Song spoke righteously, as if she had really made a decision.

Song Jiyang could only obediently promise to bring back a daughter-in-law to Ms. Song before the end of the year, so as to preserve his underpants as a domineering president.

After hanging up the phone, Song Jiyang walked to the living room in slippers, opened the refrigerator, took out a glass of pure water, poured a sip of ice water, and woke up his brain and body.

The house is still the same house. No matter how simple the decoration of the top apartment in the city center is, it can't hide the expensive and exquisite capital atmosphere. The place that I thought was not bad, suddenly becomes simple and shabby.

His apartment must be no better place for treasure than God's casket.

No matter how realistic the dream is, the recall after waking up should be blurry and many details will be missing.

This is the brain's self-protection so as not to confuse what actually happened with the memory in the dream.

But Song Jiyang just remembered every detail, and even recalled the soft and smooth hair touched between his fingers.

Song Jiyang thinks he is sane and clear-headed, and has no mental problems in physical and mental health. Even if his beauty is bizarre, Song Jiyang firmly believes that he is not created out of nothing.

That was by no means a groundless dream, he just had a glimpse of God's treasure at a special opportunity.

He clearly saw it.

His eyes see, his fingers touch.

The flowers in the mirror are fragrant, and the moon has a shadow in the water.

His moon must be real.

The author has something to say: The background that should have been explained later is added in the front. If you have read it, you can fill in the previous chapters. Thank you, sir, for accompanying me through this small, incomplete, messy nonsense The story, because the setting has been changed, the logic may be contradictory. I tried my best to speak in human terms, but unfortunately I may be more inclined to creatures like dogs hahaha.

At the beginning, I created the role of Gao Han out of selfishness on a whim. The more I wrote, the more I felt guilty. I made up an ending. I didn't meet Song Jiyang, but I still hope that at least someone can redeem him.

I thought I wouldn't make it through 2021, but I just came here. I hope that all the gentlemen can cherish life and meet their own light.

Children just want to eat candy every day!