Love is worse than nurturing

When returning to the dormitory through the door control, two roommates got together to play games, and one was on the phone with his girlfriend on the balcony.

Gao Han opened the door, and there was not even a moment of silence in the dormitory.

No one glanced at him, and no one cared where he went after a day's absence from school, as if the door had just been blown open by a gust of wind.

Putting down the things, he took the toiletries and went to the water room. Just as he squeezed the toothpaste onto the toothbrush, the light above his head flickered and went out with a pop.

Even when it is time to turn off the lights, the lights in the water room will not go out. It must be someone who used illegal electrical appliances to burn the bus.

Sure enough, there were complaints from every floor, and the auntie, carrying a super-large flashlight, cursed at each dormitory to check the regulations of the electrical appliances in the dormitory.

After washing up and returning to the dormitory, the roommates all lay down on the bed.

Gao Han fumbled in the dark to tidy up, then lay down on the bed, and turned on his phone. Gao Han saw that the school finance had issued another notice urging tuition payment.

He turned off the phone, and there was no light blocked by the bed curtain.

Everyone noticed that Gao Han, who never skipped classes, began to miss classes frequently, and didn't even ask for leave.

There was a lot of discussion in the class, and soon many people saw him as a waiter in KTV and bars, secretly took photos and circulated them in the school.

During the time of taking pictures, Gao Han worked part-time in various places almost all day long. The particularity of the place of work and the rumors that Gao Han used to be at school soon caused all kinds of unsightly rumors to spread.

College students are a rich and idle group, who love gossip and gossip without knowing the truth. There is such a focus for them to use, and anyone who sees them wants to step on them and use words to clean people's clothes, no matter if the other party is a stranger. , and his life never even had an intersection.

Anyway, they are mixed in the side with a lot of people, and there are so many people that they can do whatever they want.

Many people are justice.

The people in the dormitory were extremely angry, afraid that they would be implicated if they were in the same room with such a target, but the compulsory education they received told them to maintain a false decency, and gossiping is an uncivilized barbaric behavior.

So they changed from being indifferent before to making small moves underneath, hoping to force people away.

Gao Han found almost all the part-time jobs he could afford. There were no weekends, and he was at work or on his way to work all the time.

So he couldn't care about the rumors at school, he didn't have the extra energy to care about strangers' criticism of him.

He couldn't find a better job, and only the high income of bars and high-end restaurants could support his needs.

He knew that he couldn't earn money to treat the disease, not to mention that the disease couldn't be cured if he had money. He just didn't know what to do with the rest of his life.

He has no family members to accompany him, no friends to say goodbye to, and he only has unpaid tuition fees.

If he really wants to leave, he can't take anything with him, at least he won't owe any debts.

His continuous absence from class alarmed the teachers in the department. The counselor talked to him again and again.

The counselor had no choice but to force Gao Han to take compulsory courses, otherwise the college would consider dropping out of school, and Gao Han agreed.

So Gao Han began to appear in the classroom again, just staying in the corner, wearing a mask, covering most of his small face, and the peaked cap was pressed down, so he couldn't see it at all.

Song Jiyang's heartbeat has been very strange recently, he never knows when it feels like he missed a beat, and his body gets tired easily.

After seeing the doctor, nothing was found. The doctor said that it might be due to overwork, so I just need to rest well.

After Song Jiyang's elder brother Song Cheng found out, he forcibly took over most of Song Jiyang's work and let his younger brother rest for a while to recuperate.

Money can't be earned, let alone the Song family's money can't be spent, so you can't ruin your body for meaningless numbers.

Some time ago, Song Jiyang negotiated a business in France, and there was nothing wrong with taking a long vacation. Song Jiyang really went home and lived a leisurely life.

I spend time cooking for myself every day. There is a supermarket in the community. Every morning Song Jiyang goes out to the supermarket to buy groceries. After lunch, he goes to the gym to exercise. He feels that his sub-healthy body is really comfortable and his sleep quality has improved.

When he raised his head from the phone, Song Jiyang didn't react and almost cried out.

Before he looked down at his phone, he was still sitting on the sofa, and when he raised his head, he was at the back of a lecture theater.

The classroom was full of students in their twenties. A teacher with a little bee stood on the podium, and the content of modern history was displayed on the ppt.

Song Jiyang was wearing pajamas and slippers, standing out of place in the classroom, but no one could see him, so no one thought it was against harmony.

Song Jiyang took two steps, making sure that no one could see him, so he went to Gao Han to sit there one by one.

It's not hard to find, after all, there is only one figure in the entire classroom who doesn't fit in, and the surrounding area seems to be a vacuum.

Song Jiyang walked to him and sat down, Gao Han was dozing off with his head propped on one hand.

Since Song Jiyang was forcibly ejected from this world last time, he has been uncontrollably wondering what happened to Gao Han, whether he has seen a doctor, and why he is uncomfortable.

Seeing you again this time, you can clearly see the scary blue color from the skin around the eyes exposed by the mask.

He seemed to be thinner and more depressed, sitting in the corner, forming a contrast with other students in the classroom.

They are all 20-year-old college students. This corner seems to have been forgotten by time. There is no wind blowing, and it is as calm as a dead lake.

Song Jiyang has been away from campus for a long time, and he doesn't know what other college students should be like, but at least like other students in the classroom, they should have useless energy instead of looking like an old man who is dying.

Song Jiyang was sitting next to Gao Han. The teacher on the podium opened and closed his mouth. Song Jiyang couldn't hear him, and he should have heard nothing.

But suddenly, shallow breathing sounded in his ear, and Song Jiyang looked at Gao Han's eyes changed, as if he heard Gao Han's breathing.

Song Jiyang stretched out his hand, wanting to try to touch Gao Han, the two of them sat together, very close to each other.

Just when his hands were about to touch them, Gao Han's face supported by his hands suddenly slid down and almost hit the table. Song Jiyang stretched out his hand reflexively to stop him, and accidentally lifted his hat, hitting Song Jiyang's palm.

He didn't pass through directly, but was pressed on the table by the weight of his hand, blocking the force of the impact for others.

Gao Han was so tired that he was briefly awake when he lost consciousness, but because he fell into the warm palm, he didn't feel any pain, so he fell asleep in this position directly.

Even because the mask was stuffy, he unconsciously raised his hand and pulled the mask away.

Song Jiyang didn't dare to move, he was stunned the moment Gao Han slammed into his palm, and after the mask was ripped off, the soft skin in his hand told him that he really received him.

A clear and shallow breath rushed to the palm of his hand, which made Song Jiyang's back numb.

Gao Han's face was really small, and Song Jiyang could catch it with his open hand, which was not much bigger than his hand. Under the strong light of the classroom, Gao Han frowned uncomfortably, his eyelashes trembled slightly, and the slender and straight eyelashes swept a little skin on the inside of his hand , as if scratched directly on Song Jiyang's heart, the tenderness turned into spring water flowing straight.

Song Jiyang propped up his other hand to block the glare for him, Gao Han relaxed his eyebrows and slept peacefully in the shadows.

Song Jiyang has lost his ability to speak, and he is even more afraid that he will wake people up when he speaks. The blue color in Gao Han's eyes indicates that he is most anxious about lack of sleep. Song Jiyang dare not disturb him. He only hopes that this class can be longer, so that he can sleep peacefully. Get more sleep.

Feeling the other party's breathing, Song Jiyang's breathing can't help but control to the same frequency as the other party's. It's a wonderful feeling, Song Jiyang thought.

He is not a familiar person, and he is tired of any men and women who want to get close to him. It is not easy to be single for 26 years. Song Jiyang thought that he was a little emotionally disabled.

It now appears that he just didn't meet the right people.

As long as they meet each other, he can turn into soft fingers without being taught. No one told him what love is, but he is sure that the throbbing in his heart must be.

If someone had told him before that he would be tempted by an untouchable stranger, he would have scoffed, but now, he was only glad that even though it was bizarre and weird, he finally met such a person who could be embedded in his heart.

Song Jiyang's heart was both sweet and sour. Now that she can touch it, does it mean that they can also talk and see.

If possible, let him find this person earlier, no matter in that corner of the world or in another time and space, let him find it, and please give him the key to open the door.

Song Jiyang couldn't wait for Gao Han to wake up. Suddenly, he was ejected again and returned to the sofa in his living room, still holding the mobile phone. The time on the mobile phone seemed to be static, and it started to flow again when he came back.

From this day on, Song Jiyang fell into anxiety. It was uncontrollable for him to see Gao Han, and Song Jiyang couldn't ask others for help.

He began to desire to have more frequent and intimate contact with each other, and was afraid that one day he would completely lose this contact. If he could no longer enter this strange state from a certain time, did it mean that he would never be able to enter this strange state again in this life? Intersect with each other.

There is no more sad thing, Gao Han doesn't even know his existence.

After a period of time, Song Jiyang began to see Gao Han frequently, and every time he saw Gao Han, the situation was more worrying.

Every time I see it, I get thinner, my skin is pale without any color, my body is like a broken hourglass, and I can see the loss of vitality bit by bit, all the time.

Many times, Song Jiyang felt as if he would close his eyes the next moment and never wake up again.

What the hell is wrong with him? Why didn't he go to the hospital? Why didn't his family come out to take him to the doctor? Where did everyone die?

But he went back to the beginning, seeing, hearing, and touching.

Song Jiyang regretted not shaking Gao Han awake that time, and regretted not finding out everything about Gao Han in the first place.

Now he can't make a sound, leave a trace.

Even if Song Jiyang met Gao Han ten or twenty times, even if Gao Han died of illness, he would never know that there was such a person as Song Jiyang, looking at him and thinking about him.

After trying countless methods, Song Jiyang saw this fact clearly.

He became more and more paranoid, and when he looked at Gao Han, he was desperately focused.

He was sick because of a reflection in the water that only he could see.

But no one noticed the change in him. He is already 26, an adult who can control his emotions.

He does not express his anxiety and paranoia to anyone, and no one knows that he fell in love with a person in the mirror like drowning.

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