Love is worse than nurturing

When Gao Han woke up, it was already noon, and the school doctor was eating when he went out.

"Wake up, what's wrong?"

The young doctor paused the variety show on his phone, looked at Gao Han and asked.

Gao Han shook his head and prepared to go out with his schoolbag on his back.

"Wait a minute." The doctor called him, bowed his head and took out a box of chocolates from the drawer and threw it to him: "Go back and eat more, children should eat more candy, only sweet ones can go to the future better oh."

Gao Han stood at the door holding candies, and the young and handsome doctor clicked on the variety show and continued to eat. He could still see a drawer full of colorful candies from the gaps in the closed drawers, which made his teeth sore.

"Thank you doctor." He opened the door and walked out, putting the chocolate in his coat pocket.

The sun was dazzling at noon, Gao Han squinted his eyes, turned on his phone, and one after another of messages popped up.

The squad leader sent a message after class to ask about the situation, and Gao Han replied a few words.

The school treasurer sent a notification that the tuition fee is pending, and slipped it away.

The friend application sent in the morning was approved, and the other party asked him to come to the store for an interview at noon tomorrow.

He turned off his mobile phone and went to the cafeteria to eat something, ignoring the open and secret scrutiny of his surroundings with a cold face, which was not enough to make him turn his head and leave, it just affected his appetite to some extent.

He doesn't care about other people's opinions, as long as his own interests are not involved, he doesn't care how many people are full and spread rumors about him behind his back.

And it's not all rumors, what capital does he have to hinder other people's freedom of speech.

Gao Han stuffed the last mouthful of rice into his mouth, chewed and swallowed it mechanically, and a cold fishy smell rushed up his throat, making people gag.

There is a law of human beings, what is afraid of will come. After only a few days of work, Gao Han met an acquaintance.

Not only the alumni who knew Gao Han, but also the class reunion, in the two big boxes, Gao Han sent drinks.

The whole class is here, except for Gao Han, but now Gao Han is here, it's really a "class reunion".

When Gao Han pushed the cart in, there was noise and cheers inside. Two people sat on the high stool and sang, facing the door of the box, while the rest played games or got together to beat the king.

A girl who sang saw the waiter who came in with tall legs and long legs, and her slim waist was pinched out in a slim uniform. She was about to praise that the boss recruited the waiter, and the little brother's eyes were getting higher and higher. The next second, the little brother raised his head, the girl Stay there like a cat has its tongue out.

Gao Han started to unload the drinks and snacks on the trolley, and the girl whose eyes kept following him called out: "Gao Han..."

Just in time to cut the song, the girl held the microphone in her hand, the sound echoed in the box, and the air suddenly became quiet.

Gao Han raised his head, glanced at the colorful facial expressions of everyone, and then smiled at the complicated-looking squad leader: "What a coincidence."

The boy's body in a self-cultivation uniform is youthful and youthful, the exposed face is red and green, and the thin lips are raised at a distant angle. It is obviously a face of passers-by with no characteristics, but it makes people feel like someone in a tropical rainforest. Flowers, dangerous and charming.

No one spoke, and didn't know what to say to get out of this foggy swamp.

Gao Han put down the last bottle of wine, nodded politely with a smile, and pushed the car out of the box.

The squad leader came back to his senses, stepped over a few classmates and chased them out, and the rest of the room looked at each other in the next chorus.

They did not call Gao Han on purpose, not even asking a symbolic question. The squad leader was threatened by the whole class and promised to keep it a secret.

Having said that, since he is also a waiter in KTV, it is not impossible for the bar, and other things are probably not groundless.

Thinking about it this way, everyone felt relieved, they didn't want to be in the same room with such a disgusting person, it was disgusting enough to go to class together, and they brought him a disgusting everyone when they came out to play.

It was as if the play button was pressed in the world, and the noise sounded again. Everyone silently ignored this person and pretended that nothing happened.

It would be nice if someone else's death would make my life more comfortable, after all, I didn't cause him, I'm just an innocent person.

The squad leader chased him out, and Gao Han was pushing the cart to the other end of the corridor.

Gao Han seemed to know who the footsteps behind him were, he stopped and turned to look at him, with the words "speak quickly" written in his eyes.

The squad leader, a big boy about 1.8 meters tall, stood in the middle of the corridor very conspicuously, hesitated for a moment, and only said softly that he was sorry.

Gao Han didn't get angry holding the car with one hand, and just said: "No, it should."

It should be, the squad leader's throat rolled, he didn't know how to face this person, he seemed to always care about him, but he was always in the company of people who hurt him.

If, if Gao Han really did a lot of despicable things, if he is really just an ordinary or even low-quality person, why am I always afraid.

It seems that something is passing by in the opposite direction. I want to take a look desperately, but I am always pushed forward by an invisible force.

When Gao Han turned around, the words that had been suppressed in his heart for a long time finally blurted out.

"It's my fault. I'm the squad leader. They all force me. I...I can't..."

No, it's not like this, it's obviously not what he wants to do, why do he always do things that hurt the other party when there are unexpected accidents.

The squad leader clenched his fist and said with difficulty: "So, can you forgive me?"

Can you feel it, what I mean?

Gao Han tilted his head, and the squad leader only saw a side face, the silhouette and curves of the backlight were beautiful and smooth, and the thick and slender eyelashes cast shadows under his eyes.

He seemed to finally see clearly the person who was passing by in the opposite direction.

The other party's tone was more indifferent than before: "It's not about forgiveness or forgiveness, you did nothing wrong."

The person disappeared at the end of the corridor, and the squad leader let go of his held breath, and his chest was uncomfortable and oppressed because of holding his breath.

With a wry smile, the corners of his mouth were full of unspeakable sourness. He knew a long time ago that it was despicable to ask others for forgiveness with high-sounding difficulties.

But even if it is despicable, he wants to try it once. Maybe, he is the only one who is willing to approach him, and he will treat himself differently.

Now he got the answer. It turned out that his superior sympathy and self-righteous pity were seen by others, and they didn't need it at all, but he tried to use it as a threat.

At this moment, he should feel that he is more disgusting than the group of people sitting in the box.

Gao Han sat on the ground, leaning against the wall of the staff lounge, with his long legs bent and bent, with his head down, holding a slender cigarette in his mouth. He didn't light it, but just wanted to smoke it.

He took out his phone and deleted the monitor's dialog box, regardless of the few messages in it.

His slender fingers took out the cigarette and held it on his fingertips. He closed his eyes, and his eyes darkened bit by bit, overwhelming him, leaving him briefly out of the light, like a fish swimming into a trench to hide.

The moon is not so easy to see.

Song Jiyang was melancholy holding the straw for drinking fruit and vegetable juice, his teeth biting the straw and bouncing up and down.

He tried to find a painter to restore the dream, but no matter how detailed he described and how realistic the painter was, he still couldn't restore Song Jiyang's dream.

It is as if a hand seized the painter's brush and prevented him from copying God's collection.

For several days, Song Jiyang couldn't dream anymore, saying that he thought about it day by day and dreamed about it at night, but he couldn't dream of that person no matter what.

The moment he put the straw back into the glass, Song Jiyang suddenly saw the floor gradually blurring in his vision, followed by the water cup and coffee table. The world seemed to collapse into pixels and then recombine in an instant, and he fell into a different time and space.

Suddenly, the moon appeared in front of my eyes.

Song Jiyang was wearing slippers, taking each step lightly, for fear of disturbing people, although even if he took a big leap, the other party would not be able to see and hear him.

Today's people are more illusory than what I saw on the bed that day, and the edges of people are still blurred and deformed. It seems that the projection this time is much cheaper than last time.

It's a cramped room, lined with wardrobes that suggest some sort of staff lounge.

The man was wearing a slightly loose uniform, sitting there with an unlit cigarette between his fingers, slender and long, like a lady's.

The jet-black broken hair covered a little of the eyes and fell on the side of the fair face, colliding with the thin and rosy lips, creating a beauty that was as gorgeous as a flower and as sharp as a blade.

Song Jiyang squatted in front of him, and he could glimpse the delicate and slender collarbone through the button of a shirt that was unbuttoned.

The not-so-good projection effect is like a big TV that has been eliminated by the times. No matter how beautiful the actors in the screen are, they are also depressed.

He was obviously sleeping peacefully the last time he saw him, but now he is so lonely, like a puppet bear abandoned in a trash can.

The depressive atmosphere is like an invisible mountain, pressing on him, making people feel that the weather is fine, only here it is cloudy and rainy, and mushrooms are growing.

A spider covets the beauty's color, injects poison into the beauty's body, paralyzes her nerves, and then wraps the person in layers of webs, making it airtight.

He seemed to be unaware of the imminent danger, or he was sober and sinking, preferring to be entangled in cobwebs before his eyes and fall into the boundless night.

Song Jiyang was bewildered by the gloomy beauty in front of him, and unexpectedly stretched out his hand to brush the broken hair from her eyes.

The man suddenly tilted his head and rested his head on his shoulder, with his face pressed against the material of the shirt which didn't look very soft.

With one finger and the tip of his nose reaching as far as possible, Song Jiyang had the illusion that the other party's breath was on his fingertips, and he withdrew his hand as if he had been scalded.

With this movement, the other nameplate on the chest was exposed, and the word "Alpine" was engraved in gold on the black background.

It's his name, I saw it by chance, with a bewitching face that makes people sink at a glance.

Such a person has an unreasonable name.

Of course, Gao Han doesn’t have any emotions to deal with, he just has some stomach pains, stomach problems caused by not eating well for a long time and anorexia are not in conflict, you are sick, I am hungry.

Smoking when you have a stomachache will only be counterproductive. He still knows this common sense, but it's more uncomfortable if you don't hold one in your hand, and you don't want to smoke, you just want to hold it.

It's as if holding a little something in your hand, there is a little bit of landing, so it won't be floating in the air.

After a while, the pain was still severe, and it was impossible to go to work. Gao Han wanted to stand up and take a leave of absence to go back to school.

He straightened up a little while ago, his stomach felt like a sharp pain, the cigarette in Gao Han's hand fell down, he covered his abdomen in cold sweat, his face was paler than rice paper.

Song Jiyang took a step back the moment Gao Han got up, thinking that he was about to get up and leave, and then he saw Gao Han's face became paler by two points, and he almost fell to the ground covering his stomach with his hands in pain.

Song Jiyang subconsciously stretched out his hand to help him, but his thin body passed straight through his hand and fell to the ground without even a slight breeze blowing.

Song Jiyang bent his fingers, at a loss.

"What's wrong with you, call someone to help you." Song Jiyang said anxiously.

But he couldn't hear it, just like even if Gao Han fell hard, Song Jiyang couldn't feel any sound or vibration.

They shouldn't have crossed paths, but Song Jiyang stumbled into the world of Gao Han by mistake, and saw God's attic, how could he still want to reach out and touch it.

Song Jiyang looked at Gao Han, who was enduring great pain, and his thin back arched a strong arc, like a fully drawn bowstring, tight and fragile, and his face was as white as snow washed by cold sweat.

Gao Han gritted his teeth and gasped for breath. The pain was so great that the out-of-body soul came back a little, and then he opened his eyes. The physiological tears produced by the extreme pain pooled into one piece, and a little crimson color appeared in his beautiful eyes.

Song Jiyang restrained the hand that he knew he couldn't touch but couldn't help but wanted to help, watching Gao Han's arm with blue veins bulging, waiting for the pain to recede like a tide.

Song Jiyang has never faced such a predicament, even in the most difficult business, Song Jiyang has never been defeated, but now, he can only watch helplessly, powerless.

He can't catch the moon in the water, let alone touch the moon in the sky. There is nothing more desperate than this.

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