out of control relationship

After the other companion left with an excuse, the two of them were left in the corridor.

The girl looked at the boy in front of him who bowed his head and said nothing. The zipper of his school uniform coat was pulled to the top, and his lips and chin were hidden inside. The curvature of his back made his posture look docile and lazy. Silent encouragement.

She doesn't want to miss it anymore.

She clutched the slightly deformed stationery in her sleeve, recalling how bold and difficult the invitation process was, and how hard-won this opportunity to confess was.

"Give...to you."

The outstretched fingertips were a little white, and the wrist trembled slightly in the cold air of the corridor.

Qin Shuobei finally made a movement that could be called a change, he blinked.

But he didn't seem to be surprised, nor did he have any out-of-the-ordinary reaction. This tormenting silence spread for a long time before he took the piece of paper from the girl's hand - with his thumb and index finger, he took it casually.

He said, sorry.

Qin Shuobei is not usually a talkative person, and the image he presents to others is always one-sided. What impresses most about him is his extremely pleasant voice.

Contrary to the distanced appearance that was dominated by black most of the time, his voice has a strange gentleness.For a girl with a sensitive mind, that voice seems to be mixed with sweet honey, and there is a kind of ambiguity that makes people's heart beat.

But the ending represented by this sentence is not difficult to guess.

This time the girl's reaction was quick, or the original hope was not high, so she found what she should do most in the tension of striking up a conversation with the other party and the disappointment of being rejected, and left.

Qin Shuobei watched her walk in the opposite direction, as if wiping her cheek with his hand, shrugging his shoulders.

Until the back of the girl disappeared in the corridor, the bell for the self-study class just rang, and the originally lifeless classroom made the noise of revival. He folded the unopened letter paper in half, tore it up in twos, and threw it into the in the trash can next to it.

Turning around, a familiar figure came out from the utility room, with light-colored hair and an unforgettable smell of cigarettes.

Qin Shuobei's footsteps did not stop because of him.

— they looked like two strangers passing each other.

After this period of self-study, there is a half-hour break, many students take advantage of this time to eat and have free time, followed by the intensive evening self-study in the third year of senior high school, but Qin Yuan never attends.

He signed a leave note with the head teacher. At this time, he will be officially dismissed from school. He will go to work at night for three hours a day. When he gets home, he will take the time to memorize books for a while. All the arrangements are seamless, leaving no room for rest.

This kind of life began when my mother was hospitalized half a year ago.

Not without complaints, not without struggles.In fact, the situation of Qin Yuan's family is extremely rare among his peers.It's not that I don't feel sad, but that I can't. This trivial emotion that will inevitably arise has no room for survival in the face of a bleak life.He can't resist, he can only accept the reality.

He is the only one in the family who is able to work. Qin Shuobei has not yet graduated from junior high school. After working on a salary for a while, knowing that there is no way to recover, under such a heavy pressure that makes people breathless, death has become a kind of relief.

He even felt relieved.He was amazed at this crime when he suddenly realized it, but he was gradually relieved later.

All the strong love and hatred that once bound him, have been polished by time.

Only the stranger who had lived with him for more than ten years was left.

Qin Yuan pushed his bicycle, going backwards among the crowd.Surrounded by classmates who came out to buy food between classes, some of them greeted him proactively, and Qin Yuan responded to them one by one with a smile.

He understands the need to maintain a good image and not show his burnout and pain on his face.

Until the school had become a shrinking spot behind him, Qin Yuan stepped on his bicycle and was about to turn around and walk on the main road, when a group of people turned out from a small alley.

He braked the car, the front tires touching the feet of the lead man.

"Hey, isn't this a top student?"

So-and-so in the next class said with a sneer. "In such a hurry, I don't know where to look."

Qin Yuan also smiled, his originally handsome and slightly distant face looked a little too good-looking when he smiled.

"I watch the road, but not the dog."

Qin Yuan knew these people, especially the hedgehog head at the front.With what they do in school every day, it's hard not to get other people to look at them sideways.

Qin Yuan and the leader, I can't remember how the specific grievances started. Is it Qin Yuan's indifference or the other party deliberately finding fault? It's hard to make a long-term plan now. After all, only these teenagers with strong hormones who have nowhere to vent will I chose to elevate the small conflicts that were originally insignificant to the level of physical conflicts.

Qin Yuan could feel that these people wanted to clean him up for a long time, but not today.Judging from the sneer on the other party's face, this account has to be settled in the future.

To be honest, Qin Yuan was never afraid of trouble, but trouble.

He has long been living a life that is not what a normal high school student should have. He was scolded for studying, slacking off, falling in love, being scolded, and worrying about his life and livelihood every day.

But this does not mean that he is a soft persimmon that anyone can pinch.

When the hedgehog head passed by Qin Yuan, he reached out and patted his left chest gently, saying meaningfully, "See you tomorrow."

Qin Yuan raised his thin eyelids and said nothing. He waited for the scolding masters to go far away, and then with all his disdain, he rubbed the area that had been photographed smooth with the back of his hand, and rode on the main road.

He didn't eat during mealtime, and worked hard until the end of the day. On the way home, he picked up the last fried rice of the day from a nearby restaurant as a supper, and was going to eat it while writing papers.

The senior three papers are handed out free of charge all day long. When I go to the bathroom between classes, I can save a stack on the table, not to mention the sky-high savings.

Qin Yuan couldn't stop breathing when he fished them out of his schoolbag, as if what he dragged out was not paper but a time bomb. Fortunately, he graduated in half a year. must.

The tuition fee may not be affordable, besides, there is a oil bottle in his family.

Thinking of this, he glanced at Qin Shuobei's room again, lowered his head and took a mouthful of the cold rice. His right hand could still pull out a math paper, and he raced against time to solve it while chewing the rice. A tangent equation.

The old-fashioned fluorescent lamp above his head was trembling, and the light shone on his back begrudgingly.

In less than 10 minutes, Qin Shuobei, who had finished his evening self-study, entered the door. He was surrounded from head to toe by a layer of cold air like frost on a winter night. It took a long time for him to warm up under the care of the indoor heater. Then he saw After eating on the sofa, Qin Yuan, who was hard-working and double-minded.

The second his gaze hit the screen, for some reason, he felt like someone had stabbed a thorn in his heart.

He threw his schoolbag on the ground, walked over to Qin Yuan and sat down.

The person opposite did not respond.

From the angle where he is sitting, one can see Qin Yuan's straight nose, fluffy eyelashes, and a few strands of brown hair hanging from his forehead in the light. With a humble attitude, he said awkwardly, "Brother."

He clearly saw Qin Yuan's hand tremble as he was writing vigorously, the tip of the pen poked the paper twice, and finally threw it aside.

Qin Yuan sat up straight. This kind of behavior of doing homework while eating is an unforgivable bad habit in the eyes of any parent, but he is just relying on no one to care about him. Now he finally understands the harm—— His left hand crossed his chest and put his stiff right shoulder, pinching it once and for all, his brows wrinkled even more because of the soreness. "What are you doing?"

Only Qin Shuobei knew that his brother's good and well-behaved appearance in front of his teachers and neighbors would completely disintegrate in front of him, revealing his so-called tyrannical true face.

He understands the cultivation of this kind of inconsistency, the eldest brother is like a father, in this family that lacks the main role, being a mother can only hold up half the sky, and only his brother who has just grown up can support the remaining half. , if he hadn't been strong, and hadn't fought and fought at times, he would have been crushed by the burden long ago.

So facing his tone like another parent, Qin Shuobei has learned to compromise and obey since he was a child, which can be regarded as seeking a kind of protection in disguise.

And he really doesn't hate Qin Yuan.Because apart from Qin Yuan being indifferent and domineering - he also accepts the rationality of the existence of this character - there is nothing that he finds unbearable. On the contrary, in the depths of his heart that has never received too much emotional infusion, There is a natural dependence on those around you.

Maybe something else.

"What's the matter?" Seeing him sitting there in a daze, Qin Yuan couldn't help asking again, it sounded like he had run out of patience.

Qin Shuobei blinked his eyes vigorously, what he wanted to say had already rolled back and forth several times in his stomach, and after careful consideration, he dared to say it to his brother in the most mellow form.

"I saw you during recess today." He said slowly, "There is also that person who always troubles you."

"Need my help..."

"You don't care what I do."

Before he could complete a sentence, Qin Yuan suddenly stood up, perhaps because his movements were a bit abrupt, and the prevarication was obvious, Qin Shuobei closed his eyes for a while.

"Study your lessons well."

A stack of papers in his hand fell with a crackling sound, his long legs stepped over the low sofa, and the belt buckle that tightened his waistline flashed past Qin Shuobei's side, and the hand holding the pen still smelled of hand sanitizer. Fragrance.

The black-haired boy buried his head, his hands still in the pockets of his sweater, his eyes were chasing after the figure who disappeared at the door, and after a while he said softly, "Oh."

He narrowed the corners of his long and narrow eyes, and hid those thoughts that he shouldn't have, as if he never tried to reveal them from the beginning to the end.