The school grass roommate was cold and gay

I got off the plane in the middle of the night and stood in a familiar city, but felt that even the wind blowing was strange.

When taking a taxi, the driver asked Luoci where the address was, but Luoci's lips moved slightly, but he couldn't make a sound.

For a moment, he couldn't remember, couldn't remember where his home was, he just felt that his eyes were white, his mind was white, and there was nothing.

"Central Garden Area No. [-]." Finally, under the patient gaze of the driver, he answered with difficulty.

The city in the middle of the night is in a state of half-asleep and half-awake.The lights of the residential buildings have been dimmed, but the colorful commercial lights are still bright, so bright that the city cannot sleep peacefully, and it also hurts Luo Ci's dry eyes.

Even though he was uncomfortable, he still didn't close his eyes, staring blankly out of the car window, and he didn't come back to his senses until the car stopped.

After entering the residence, standing in the brightly lit living room, Luo Ci faced the well-dressed Luo family, and the first sentence he spoke was: "Grandma's body..." He spat out the next few words: "...Where do you put it?" funeral parlor?"

Everything after that seemed unconscious, the body was moving, but the soul seemed to be floating in the air, half asleep and half awake watching myself put on a black suit, standing at the door, welcoming wave after wave of visitors, and watching them like a tide leave.

In the end, the room was silent, it seemed that there was only Luo Ci left in the world, and the grandma who was smiling kindly in the photo on the mourning hall.

Luo Ci's fingers were clenched by his side, trembling slightly uncontrollably.Because of too much force, the phalanx is already red.

It was clearly autumn, the temperature dropped, and the wind blowing was cool. However, the soft black hair that fell on his forehead was wet with layers of fine sweat, and a few strands stuck to his forehead.

The black hair was messily pasted on the brow bone, making his face look smaller.Against the black suit against the cold white skin, the whole person showed a kind of cold fragility, as if it would shatter at the touch of a touch.

Footsteps came from behind, very light, even a little cautious.A young man also wearing a black suit walked up to Luo Ci, and his voice was very low when he spoke, and he was no longer as vile and arrogant as before.

"Brother..." Luo and his party looked at Luo Ci's expression, wanting to comfort them, their lips moved and then stopped, as if they didn't know what to say.

Noticing Luo Ci's red finger bones, Luo and his party reached out and tentatively held his hand.

Luo Ci remained motionless, as if unconscious.

"Brother..." Some kind of inexplicable panic prompted Luo and his party to show a weakness they had never seen before: "No matter what, we are all related by blood. You are the Luo family, and your home is in Jiangcheng. We will always be you family."

Luo Ci finally had a reaction. He looked at the hand being held, then slowly broke free, took a step back, and murmured softly, "I don't have a home anymore."

After speaking, he turned around on his own, and walked out step by step with his back straightened out.

The 17-year-old boy has a thin back and a very straight back, which is what Luo and his party have seen growing up since they were young.

In the past, he always wanted to know what it looked like when his back was bent, but no matter how he was hit and hurt, he never bent down.

Not once, and not now.

Luo and his party once said that the only one in the Luo family who really misses Luo Ci is grandma, and the only one in the Luo family who can make Luo Ci care about is grandma?

Now that grandma is gone, Luo and his party vaguely felt that the line connecting Luo Ci and Luo's family was broken——

Without saying goodbye to the Luo family, Luo Ci got on the car to the airport directly after changing his clothes.

Turn on your phone and there's a ton of messages pouring in.Luo Ci hastily scanned, and finally settled on the message from Jiang Zhicheng.

【Be safe and come back early. 】

His fingertips stroked the eyes of the Persian cat on Jiang Zhicheng's head portrait, and his vision gradually blurred until he could no longer read the words on the screen clearly.

Luo Ci suppressed a suppressed sob, so soft that even the driver sitting in front couldn't hear it.

Covering his eyes with his arms, he quickly stopped his gaffe, and then typed his reply.

[Well, thank you. 】

After returning to school, I immediately received the care of the counselors and roommates.Luo Ci thanked them one by one, telling them not to worry.

He looked the same as before, except that his face was paler.

After a few days of observation, I saw that he was acting as usual, and he didn't look like he had any major incidents.Several people were relieved.

However, Jiang Zhicheng discovered that Luo Ci didn't eat well.

Ask him to go to the cafeteria, but Luo Ci always refuses, saying that he is not hungry now and will go later, but he caught him secretly eating bread in the dormitory more than once.

Unable to see it anymore, Jiang Zhicheng brought him the meal back to the dormitory.

Luo Ci stared at the lunch box and milk on the table for a moment, didn't say anything, but asked softly, "How much is it, I'll transfer it to you."

It's not the first time I've heard him say this, and I know that Luo Ci is very clear-cut and doesn't like to owe favors, but at this moment Jiang Zhicheng still wants to frown.

He held back and said helplessly, "It's not much money, you can eat what you have."

Luo Ci raised his eyes to look at him, his eyes were black and white, cold and serene, making Jiang Zhicheng think of the Persian cat at home.

When I first arrived home, I looked and weighed them, and they were exactly the same.

Luo Ci finally ate, and transferred some money to Jiang Zhicheng after eating.

Jiang Zhicheng confiscated it, and Luo Ci didn't mention it again.

Fortunately, he was finally willing to go to the cafeteria to have a good meal.

After a while, Luo Ci went back and forth between the dormitory, the dance room, the teaching building and the cafeteria.

Jiang Zhicheng supervised him for a week. Seeing that he was eating, sleeping, and attending classes without abnormalities, he guessed that he must have come out of the pain of losing his grandma, so he let go, and then turned his attention away from Luo Ci and continued. Get busy with your own business.

One day when I was eating out with my friends, I saw a video of Luo Ci dancing in the dance studio, and I thought it was secretly filmed again.

After he clicked in and admired it, he secretly smiled that he was indeed the belle of University A, and then casually passed it on to Ms. Yan.

Ms. Yan, whose single name is Ruo, is the mother of Jiang Zhicheng, a dance teacher at the Academy of Arts, and has served as a judge for many dance competitions.

Jiang Zhicheng felt that if Ms. Yan saw Luo Ci, she might like him.

【Orange Juice: [Video]】

[Orange Juice: Ms. Yan, take a look.My roommate, the dancing is not as good as those of your students. 】

There was no news there for a while, guessing that she was busy, Jiang Zhi took back the phone and turned to do other things.

When the phone vibrated, Jiang Zhicheng had already forgotten the two casual messages.

So when he saw the message from his father, he couldn't help but startled.

【Dad: What did you send your mom?Why are her eyes red? ? 】

[Orange Juice:? 】

Jiang Zhicheng slowly typed a question mark, then walked to a quiet place with his mobile phone, and dialed Ms. Yan's number.

As soon as it rang, it was connected.

"Hey, mom, what's the matter? Dad told me you were crying?"

"Chengcheng." Yan's mother's voice was gentle and gentle, but now her tone was slightly heavy: "You just said that the boy in the video is your roommate?"

"Ang." Jiang Zhicheng heard something wrong, and said strangely: "What's wrong?"

"Then has he encountered any unhappy things recently." Yan's mother continued: "His dancing makes me feel sad and depressed..."

Jiang Zhicheng held up his mobile phone and was stunned.

After hanging up the phone, Jiang Zhicheng clicked on the video and watched it carefully from beginning to end.

At the end, Luo Ci put one hand on the ground and made a half-squat.

The screen froze for a few seconds, Luo Ci lowered his head and did not move.

In an instant, Jiang Zhicheng suddenly saw a drop of sweat, which quickly hit the floor.

wrong!Jiang Zhicheng pulled back the progress bar and watched the scene again.

When the video ended, it automatically skipped to the next video. Jiang Zhicheng didn't care, and the moment when the last drop of water fell was played repeatedly in his mind.

He wondered if it was sweat, or...

Whenever Luo Ci dances, he is in a state of isolation from the outside world, immersed in his own world, so he is completely unaware that he is being secretly photographed.

Dancing is the most calming and reassuring thing for him. It's like taking painkillers, forgetting troubles for a while, leaving only dancing notes and stretched limbs in the world.

These belong to him, so there is no need to look up to extravagant expectations, and he is not afraid of being separated overnight.

After all, from the moment he landed, the world was empty.There is no mother who was learning to speak, and no father who can rely on.

The parents didn't look forward to his arrival, what they were looking forward to was a boy who could continue the Luo family's incense and inherit the Luo family business.

If you have to ask if anyone loves him?

Yes, grandma.

Ask now.

Gone--

I thought that dancing could bear all the pain, but in the end the music became more and more urgent, but the spinning people slowed down until they stopped all their movements.

The boy half-kneeled on the ground, with one hand on the ground.

He lowered his head, gasped for breath, his shoulders trembled slightly, as if trying to suppress something.

Snapped--

A drop of water hit the floor with a little splash.

The boy opened his eyes and looked at the void, with mist in his dark eyes, and asked softly: "Grandma, dancing...is useless, can you tell me what to do?"

What answered him was the sunlight falling through the window.