Cannon fodder male supporting role just wants to have a career

Li Fang is well-known in the post bar of No. [-] Middle School. He has a wide range of businesses, answering homework, writing speeches for him, buying and selling second-hand items, and so on.

When Jiang Ling was in junior high school, he was a member of the forum.

At that time, he was not old enough to work off-campus. He happened to see Li Fang's recruitment post on the school post bar, so he joined it.After doing a few tasks, he became one of the core members of the board because of his gentle attitude and high quality of task completion. At the same time, he also gained Li Fang's attention and friendship, such as this time's dormitory application.

What is posted in the post is the task of ghostwriting. Li Fang has given him the task directly. This is also one of his regular tasks in school, because Jiang Ling not only writes well, but also writes in different styles.

The client added his private message on the post bar, and sent an electronic draft and writing requirements.

Light blue colored letter paper, with Domi's handwriting, you can tell it's a girl at a glance.

Look at the content again:

I said you are the April sky in the world

The sound of laughter lights up the wind on all sides

Qingling dances and changes in the splendor of spring

You are the mist in the April morning

……

"April Day on Earth" by Lin Huiyin

This should be a love letter.

At dinner time, Jiang Ling ate something casually to fill his stomach, and went to the playground.

Opening the No. 12 storage box on the south side of the playground, the client has carefully prepared the required envelopes, letter paper and pens, and put them in an information bag.After completing the task, he will also put the written love letter back here.

A pseudonym is used in the post bar, and no one knows who the other party is. Li Fang's operation greatly meets the client's need for privacy, which is one of the reasons why his business has been booming for so many years.

After taking the materials, it was not long before the evening self-study. Jiang Ling put the materials back to the dormitory. It remained unchanged for thousands of years, and he did not see his roommate.

The weather changed at night, with light rain and snow, and the takeaway orders for milk tea and fried chicken increased significantly.

Jiang Ling was busy until 10:30, before delivering the last takeaway order, and returned to the dormitory exhausted.

The roommate is still absent.

After taking a hot shower to warm up his body, Jiang Ling changed into pajamas and took out the information bag in the drawer.

Taking advantage of his roommate's absence, he could protect the client's privacy more completely, so Jiang Ling chose to write the love letter first between the love letter and homework.

The graceful font is written on the elegant letter paper, telling the lingering girl's thoughts.

Half an hour later, the love letter was completed. Jiang Ling folded the letter and put it in the envelope, and put the envelope and the rest of the materials back into the information bag.

Today's homework was almost done in the self-study class, and the rest was finished in less than half an hour. In the end, he was still stuck on the finale math problem.

When it was close to 12 o'clock, the door slammed and was pushed open, and a tall boy walked in with a cold air.

Jiang Ling raised his head in a daze, and the strong smell of alcohol came to his face.

Luo Yunfan's hair was wet by the rain and snow, sticking to his head in strands, his face was pale, but his eyes were red.

"How much did you drink?" Jiang Ling stood up and reached out to help him, but he threw it away.

Luo Yunfan took off his coat, just threw it on the chair, turned and went into the bathroom.

The sound of water came from the bathroom, Jiang Ling sighed, bent down to pick up his clothes that had slipped on the floor and hung them up, then went back to the table to think about his math problem.

The phone vibrated, and there were complaints in the class group: "The math test paper is so difficult, I can't do it!"

Li Fang sent a private message: Did you do the finale?

Jiang Ling replied: I just did the first question, and I'm still thinking about the rest.

Li Fang: Me too, how about you ask your roommate?I remember he was a senior in high school.

Jiang Ling: ... I guess it's enough.

It has been half an hour, and the sound of water in the bathroom is still rushing, but there is no other movement.

Jiang Ling put down his phone and knocked on the bathroom door worriedly.

"Senior, are you okay?"

There was no movement.

The door was not locked, so Jiang Ling pulled it open.

The bathroom was filled with heat, Jiang Ling didn't see anyone at a glance, but when he walked to the shower, he found that Luo Yunfan was curled up by the wall, sitting with his back against the tiled wall, as if he had fallen asleep.

After turning off the shower, Jiang Ling found a large bath towel and put it on the huddled Luo Yunfan, trying to help him up.But the other party is not of the same order of magnitude as him in terms of height and weight, and there is no way to carry it by brute force.

Jiang Ling squatted down, rubbed Luo Yunfan's hair with a bath towel, and whispered in his ear: "Senior, Senior Luo, wake up, go to bed!"

After calling more than a dozen times, Luo Yunfan slowly moved.

It took a lot of effort to help him up, Jiang Ling didn't dare to look at him, he wiped him casually with a bath towel, helped him up crookedly, and came to Luo Yunfan's bedside.

The tall boy suddenly jumped forward, and was already lying on the bed in an instant. Jiang Ling was holding his arm, but he pushed forward and fell down suddenly.

There was a "boom" when his head hit the bed, and Jiang Ling hissed in pain, but the breathing around him suddenly became rapid.

It was a soft gasp, with chest vibrations.

Jiang Ling turned his head, Luo Yunfan was already curled up, his tall body was shrunk like a crooked shrimp, with the fragility of a baby, and tears were slowly streaming from his closed eyes.

The thin lips moved, Jiang Ling heard him calling in his dream: "Mom..."

The next day, Jiang Ling's mobile phone alarm clock rang for the third time before he woke up from his fatigue, and it was only 10 minutes before the morning self-study.

After quickly dressing and washing, Jiang Ling looked back at the opposite bed, the bed was empty.

Not caring so much, he grabbed his schoolbag and ran to the classroom.

"Jiang Jiang is here!" Fang Kai at the same table saw him as if he had seen a savior: "Hurry up, get out the math paper! There are still a few minutes before the teacher comes, enough for me to copy half of it."

Suddenly remembering that he still had a question to finish, Jiang Ling hastily took out the paper.

A green sticky note floated down from the roll.

"Hey, is this the answer to the last question? Did you ask the senior?" Li Fang looked at the sticky note again and again, "This solution is very good, I understand."

Jiang Ling picked up the sticky note and looked at it carefully, the light green paper, the boy's handwriting is very beautiful, with a little edge.

There is no detailed problem-solving process, only two related formulas are written, but it is enough to bring out all the ideas of problem-solving.

Jiang Ling suddenly realized, and hurriedly made up the process, but the frail face, red eyes and tears of the boy last night flashed in his mind.

At noon, Jiang Ling went to the playground and put the information bag back in the locker.Unexpectedly, three more bags were placed in the cabinet.

The post bar business has its own set of rules. Locker No. 12 is exclusive to Jiangling. Completed tasks will be marked with the task number and completed words on the information bag.The markings on these three bags are entrustments, that is to say, a new task is coming.

Jiang Ling took out his mobile phone and looked through the private messages on the post bar. These three were still written by ghosts, and the contents were almost all love letters.

When taking out the information bag, Jiang Ling thought, probably spring has arrived.

When returning to the classroom, Jiang Ling walked through the corridor facing the school gate, Jiang Ling suddenly felt moved, and looked up at the school gate.

A figure in a black coat was standing by the school gate, said something to the gatekeeper, and then left the school gate.

Jiang Ling suddenly thought of the phrase "Mom".

By coincidence, Jiang Ling also ran towards the school gate.

The old man at the gate was an old acquaintance of him. Seeing him take out his passport from his school uniform pocket, he waved at him, opened the door and let him out.

The black figure in front was not walking fast, Jiang Ling hurried a few steps, and the two arrived at the station almost at the same time.

When Luo Yunfan heard the footsteps, he turned his head, and the two looked at each other for a second before moving away.

Jiang Ling was a little embarrassed, he didn't know why he came here, but now he couldn't explain it when he went back, so he simply stood there with his head bowed like an ostrich.

At noon in early spring, the air is still chilly, the rain and snow last night took away the gloomy clouds, and the sun is very warm today.The singing from the speakers and the laughter of the students could be faintly heard from the campus not far away, as if the world was peaceful and happy.

On the stop sign of the smart bus, big red characters show that the bus is about to arrive, but the road is empty, and there is no trace of the car at a glance.

Jiang Ling was still hesitating whether to go to "Love Deep" to help Aunt Tan prepare the ingredients for the evening, when the people around him suddenly said in a low voice, "Last night...thank you!"

Jiang Ling turned his head sharply, and met the half-closed eyes of the other party. Those eyes should be handsome when looking at people seriously, focused, bright, with a playful smile...

A memory from somewhere jumped into his mind again, Jiang Ling felt as if he had lived two lives, and the person in front of him always gave him a familiar feeling.

Probably because his gaze was too weird, Luo Yunfan raised his head, and before he could speak, the long-awaited bus arrived hurriedly.

A few people got out of the car and passed between the two, interrupting the entangled gaze.

When entering the hospital elevator, Jiang Ling was close to the door, habitually pressed the 9th floor, then raised his hand and pressed 15, Luo Yunfan glanced at him, but did not speak.

The rush of people entered the elevator, and the two stepped back a few steps, being squeezed into the deepest corner.

Luo Yunfan stood in front of Jiang Ling, his tall figure firmly blocked a corner of the elevator, forming a small independent world.

The elevator stops and goes, people around talk to each other, but the small world is quiet.

When he reached the 8th floor, Jiang Ling poked at Luo Yunfan's coat, signaling that he was going to change out.

Squeezing past the boy's side, Jiang Ling accidentally touched his hanging hand, which was cold and damp.

He turned his head to take a closer look, and sure enough, he caught a trace of panic in Luo Yunfan's eyes.

Arrived at the 9th floor, the elevator door opened, and the flow of people began to rush out. Luo Yunfan lowered his eyes, staring at the old sneakers on the boy's feet in a daze.

It wasn't until the elevator dinged again that he suddenly realized that the sneakers in his sight hadn't moved, and the elevator had reached the 15th floor.

"Let's go," said the person in front of him, "Can I accompany you to have a look?"

The 15th floor is the VIP ward, and the corridor on one side is full of floor-to-ceiling windows. The noon sun shines down, making it bright and warm.

This floor was not fully occupied, and it was quiet at noon.

Jiang Ling followed Luo Yunfan to the gate of the ICU.

A woman was lying on the hospital bed.

I can’t tell you what it feels like. When looking at her, people will unconsciously ignore the various intubations, wires and ventilators on her body, and only notice her gentle face, fair skin and tranquil expression Peaceful, no pain, no struggle, she lay there, like a sleeping princess on the phone, as if a prince's kiss could wake her up with a smile.

That kind of beauty makes the world pale.

Jiang Ling stared blankly at the woman in the ICU, but old photos flashed through his mind, dilapidated movie theaters, torn old newspapers...

A deep male voice rang in my ears: "My mother..." After a long silence, he added, "I was kidnapped..."

Jiang Ling turned his head, and the boy was turning his back, raising his sleeves to his face.

Jiang Ling held his hanging hand.

When the cold fingertips met the warm palm, Luo Yunfan trembled slightly, but did not shake off.