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Su Zhiyun lowered his head, revealing a little ear from his hair, white and rosy.

The doctor looked at him with a smile. Su Zhiyun originally wanted to remove the rubber band that tied his hair, but when he met the doctor's gaze, he put his hand down again.

"It fits you very well, it's very handsome, don't take it apart."

The doctor stroked Su Zhiyun's chin.

Su Zhiyun's hair was nothing like him, it was soft and smooth, shiny black, without any bones.

The doctor checked Su Zhiyun again, and after confirming that the fever had subsided, he prescribed some medicine for Su Zhiyun, and let Su Zhiyun leave.

In the majestic setting sun, the snow-white quilt hanging on the second floor made a rattling sound. It broke free from the railing, was blown up with a "wow", fluttered and fluttered in the wind, and was dragged into strange shapes.

Gu Zehuan stood at the bottom of dozens of steps, raised his face, and stared at Su Zhiyun.

He was against the light, but every inch of his body seemed to be shining.

Su Zhiyun's heart started beating wildly again, he froze on the spot, saw Gu Zehuan's eyes reflecting his own face, and then he hurried away as if waking up from a dream.

The boy passed by Gu Zehuan, passing through the shadow cast by the snow-white sheets, flustered and at a loss, with layers of shadows chasing him behind him.

Gu Zehuan clearly saw the other party's expression, until the boy disappeared around the corner, he turned his head and opened the door to enter the infirmary.

"Are you looking for the classmate you sent here before?"

The doctor came out from the inside in a white coat, with a lollipop in his mouth, and couldn't speak clearly: "He just left, with a pigtail, didn't you see it?"

Until running madly all the way into the classroom, Su Zhiyun could still hear his own thunderous heartbeat. He was panting, his heart beating to the point of suffocation, and the scorching heat of the tide wrapped him tightly, and he was isolated from the world.

Unseasonably, it rained heavily outside the window.

dong dong dong.

dong dong dong.

The violent heartbeat almost overwhelmed the torrential rain.

"You are……"

The little fat man had just finished reciting the vocabulary and walked into the classroom. He saw a person standing in Su Zhiyun's place, with his back turned to him, and he couldn't see his face clearly.

The little fat man walked around the other party to look at his face curiously.

"Su Zhiyun?"

The little fat man was very surprised.

"Hey."

The water-stained glass window was a matte green, Su Zhiyun tried hard to calm his heartbeat.

"Who sent me to the infirmary?"

The little fat man answered truthfully: "Gu Zehuan."

Su Zhiyun seemed to have been greatly stimulated, staggered back a few steps, and bumped into the corner of the table.

He froze in place, and the crimson clouds suddenly dyed his cheeks red.

Is it too exaggerated?The little fat man stared at Su Zhiyun, who had turned red all over, and he couldn't tell it with his hair covered, but when he mentioned Gu Zehuan, his face turned red up to his ears.

It seemed that he was about to be steamed by the high heat, and he was willing to die in the scorching red.

About half an hour later, Su Zhiyun was still sitting there motionless, his bangs had been put down by himself, and the little fat man saw Su Zhiyun's ear protruding from his hair, which was still red, and suddenly regretted that he had Why did you tell Su Zhiyun that it was Gu Zehuan who brought him to the infirmary.

Gu Zehuan walked up to Su Zhiyun.

"Are you feeling better?"

The little fat man felt bad, his chest was thumping wildly, and he had a bad premonition.

After a while, Su Zhiyun slowly straightened his head. He leaned back on the chair, raised his chin slightly, his bangs blocked his eyes, and only a little silver ring on his ear was exposed.

"Does it have something to do with you? Bitch."

Everything was silent, and everyone around looked here.

Miserable.The little fat man wailed in his heart, for fear that Gu Zehuan would explode.

Someone just walked in from the door and patted Gu Zehuan on the shoulder.

"The teacher is calling you."

Gu Zehuan didn't say anything, took a look at Su Zhiyun, turned and left.

Su Zhiyun lowered his head and stopped talking.

The others couldn't see anything, they just thought that he was still holding grudges against Gu Zehuan, so they were unhappy right now.

The little fat man could see it clearly, probably because Gu Zehuan ignored him, he thought to himself, Su Zhiyun really doesn't know how to speak human words, who can tell that he likes him, he looks like he wants to kill him look.

Su Zhiyun didn't know what was going on in his heart. He reached out and took out several boxes of medicines from the drawer, and peeled them one by one into his palm. The little fat man was terrified when he saw the pale pills lying on his crimson soft palm, like a piece of medicine. A thin piece of confetti.

Those medicines were taken by Su Zhiyun with milk.

It was a bit too much, he divided it several times before eating it, and the hard corners made his throat hurt for a while.

"Did you take too much medicine, isn't it bad for your health?"

The little fat man couldn't help but say.

"I can't die."

Su Zhiyun buried himself in his elbow, and he fumbled for a black rubber band from his pocket: "It's just a little bit more than the dose prescribed by the doctor."

He fell asleep without knowing it, and woke up very late. There were only a few cleaning classmates left in the classroom. Su Zhiyun casually packed a few books, picked up his schoolbag and went downstairs.

There is a corridor of wisteria flowers next to the teaching building. The petals had all withered in May, and now there is only one green leaf left. Su Zhiyun saw two people standing under the corridor, a man and a woman.

The girl hugged Gu Zehuan affectionately and said something.

Her black and white school uniform is like a distorted and hideous smiling face on the drawing paper.

Su Zhiyun clearly smelled the sweet fragrance of the wet gardenias after the rain, but he could only hear the sound of his own heart muttering and bubbling.

It's like boiling a pot of sour soup, the more it boils, the more astringent it becomes, and the more it boils, the more bitter it becomes.

The previous green lemon smell disappeared, leaving only the sour soup smell. This is a pot of traditional Chinese medicine that has lost its curative effect and is fermenting and moldy after being left for a long time, but the patient is gradually rotting because of lack of medical treatment.

He was still hopeless, and would remain so forever. The pain in his chest made Su Zhiyun clench his fingers tightly, and then he tasted a little salty smell of blood.

This is the girl who kissed Gu Zehuan under the crabapple tree when she met Gu Zehuan for the first time.

Her smooth and fair cheeks became hideous in his eyes.

Jealousy and hatred ate Su Zhiyun's body, chewed Su Zhiyun's flesh, and bit Su Zhiyun's ankle and thigh until blood dripped.

Make him crumble, make him unrecognizable.

But he couldn't move, he couldn't open his mouth, he clenched his palm tightly, afraid that Gu Zehuan would see him, and also afraid that Gu Zehuan wouldn't look at him.

Gu Zehuan finally left with the girl, but Su Zhiyun's feet seemed to be stuck with glue, and he couldn't take a step away.

"Isn't this the little monkey?" Cui Ming blew a bubble and took off his earphones. He looked at Su Zhiyun from a distance, and the other party stood motionless, lost in his mind: "Why are you acting like a fool? What stimulated you?" ?”

Cui Ming walked up to Su Zhiyun, who was still standing there, and he waved his hand in front of Su Zhiyun's eyes.

No response.

"Really stupid?"

Cui Ming waved again, and muttered a few words in a low voice.

"Why do you have an expression of lovelessness, can't it be broken love?"

Su Zhiyun, who had been motionless all this time, suddenly moved, and he punched Cui Ming hard.

"I. Fuck." This hand was really merciless, right on the bridge of Cui Ming's nose, causing him to grin his teeth in pain, burning with anger, he touched the underside of his nose, and when he raised his hand, it was bright red, and he gritted his teeth even more: "You Are you fucking sick?"

Cui Ming fought with Su Zhiyun again.

The only difference was that almost all the teachers and classmates had left at this time, so the two of them fought for a long time, and finally Cui Ming sat on Su Zhiyun's stomach, tightened his collar, and lifted him up.

"Su Zhiyun really convinced you, you will fight with me as soon as you meet me?"

His nosebleed was still dripping down, dripping on Su Zhiyun's cheek, and then sliding down his cheek.

Cui Ming still had fierceness in his eyes that hadn't receded, panting heavily, and suddenly realized that Su Zhiyun didn't speak from the beginning to the end.

He frowned, and a drop of warm water suddenly landed on the back of Cui Ming's hand. Cui Ming was taken aback, and looked up to see two glistening water spots on Su Zhiyun's cheek, as if he had been scalded, he retracted hand.

Su Zhiyun lost his support and fell back to the ground without making a sound.

Cui Ming wanted to leave at first, but seeing Su Zhiyun's half-dead state lying on the ground felt a bit uneasy, so he walked back and squatted beside Su Zhiyun.

"Hey, what's wrong with you, it's inexplicable."

Cui Mingxin said, don't tell me I beat him to tears, that would be too fucking embarrassing.

The same goes for Su Zhiyun, how could he start crying when he hit him casually.

He suddenly felt that something was about to flow out of his nasal cavity uncontrollably, cursed secretly, took out a tissue from his schoolbag and stuffed the nostril of his right nose.

"You're not really crying, are you?"

Cui Ming stuffed tissues into his nostrils while speaking, his speech became muffled.

He carefully patted Su Zhiyun twice, but there was no reaction at all.

Did I knock him out?

No way.

Cui Ming stretched out his hand tentatively, and lifted Su Zhiyun's bangs away.

A pair of black eyes were full of tears, and the eyelashes were wet and glued together. With a slight blink, the teardrops fell silently.

Cui Ming unconsciously held his breath, and after a while he couldn't help but say, "You look like a little girl."

Su Zhiyun looked at him, and then punched Cui Ming again.

"Fuck, why are you doing it again?"

In the end, Cui Ming sat at the bus stop with a more miserable face than before, waiting for the bus. Now both nostrils were stuffed with tissues.He gasped softly in pain.

Su Zhiyun, this pervert, seemed to have a grudge against him, and he was aiming at his face.

In fact, Cui Ming could also hit him in the face, but he couldn't do it when he thought of Su Zhiyun's face.

Like a china doll.

What if it breaks?

He thought so.

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