The boss always thought we were looking at each other

The school doctor on the opposite side paused the hand holding the medicine, stuffed the medicine into his hand, slapped him, and adjusted his glasses calmly.

"I don't know that. There is a younger sister who learns to paint. Isn't it very common to be injured?"

Yan Yu sharply grasped the point of his words, unconsciously clenched the medicine in his hand, raised his head and asked him, "How do you know he has a younger sister?"

The school doctor suddenly had a lump in his throat, met the overly stubborn eyes of the young man in front of him, and didn't know what to say to cover up the loopholes in his words.

There was a long silence, so quiet that the crease of plastic bags in Yan Yu's hands could be clearly heard.

The anxiety in my heart was finally defeated by silence.

Yan Yu gritted his teeth silently, knowing that he didn't intend to say anything.

But if He Ci didn't do those things, why didn't he deny it?

In other words, He Ci really...had hurt himself.

Thinking of the stack of pencil-sharpening knives he gave He Jin, Yan Yu's pupils darkened for a moment.

He stared closely at the used cotton wool in the trash can at his feet. There was a trace of scarlet standing on it. He didn't know who it was, but his heart tightened subconsciously, and he couldn't move his eyes away.

Yan Yu bit his lower lip, not knowing the severity, until he tasted an astringent taste in his mouth, then raised his head, stared at the school doctor opposite, and suddenly took a deep breath.

"excuse me."

Coming out of the school infirmary, Yan Yu went straight to the school gate with the medicine bag in his hand, skipping over Song Mo who was waiting outside the school infirmary.

"Yan Yu, why are you running? In Liu Gousan's class today, he was talking about the key points of the mid-term exam. Didn't you take it?!"

Song Mo yelled until his throat hurt, but those words only came in from his left ear and out of his right ear. He stopped a taxi at the school gate, and Song Mo's figure became smaller and smaller in the rearview mirror.

The 'beep' was still ringing in the empty car.

The driver looked curiously at the aggrieved red-eyed student in the rear seat in the rearview mirror. His hair just covered his delicate eyebrows, and his little curly hair hung on his red ears. Swollen, don't know who to call.

The other end didn't answer the phone, and waited until the phone automatically hung up. Seeing that he was so wronged, the little boy with beautiful eyebrows and eyes in the back seat sniffed and dialed again.

As soon as the connection was made over there, Yan Yu felt very sad.

"Lu Xuan," he had no choice but to call the person he hates the most, "He Ci ignored me."

The sound is so small that it is almost inaudible.

Listening to Yan Yu's tears falling down, there was a moment of silence. No one had ever seen him look so wronged.

"Forget it..."

"Why is he ignoring me?" Yan Yu interrupted him, his nose was red and his eyes were swollen, he looked extraordinarily well-behaved, "I won't speak ill of you anymore, just let him talk to me, okay?"

I was stunned for a while, and then I didn't know what to say. For about seven or eight minutes, I saw the little boy crying more fiercely, and I didn't make a sound. I just shed tears and kept falling. The sweater with lotus root powder was stained. It's darkened a lot.

When I hung up the phone, I didn't cry as much as before, I just sat there blankly, not saying a word.

The driver master shook his head impatiently, what was all this, he stepped on the gas pedal and turned the man to the old alley in a hurry.

Yan Yu looked at the small courtyard with closed doors and windows in front of him, stepped forward cautiously, and knocked on the door.

Lu Xuan's words were like a heavy hammer that hit Yan Yu's heart hard. No one can make up for He Ci's three years.

He was innocent, but he was full of infamy. He was as arrogant as He Ci, and he was once accused by thousands of people, so he lived in a miserable state.

Yan Yu took a deep breath, rubbed his swollen eyes, trying to make himself look more natural, "Ci Jiang, it's me."

The sound of the wooden door being knocked, accompanied by the boy's thick nasal voice came from outside.

Sitting at the dining table, He Ci looked at the dozen or so missed calls on his phone with an indifferent expression.

He Jin, who was doing homework on the coffee table, heard the movement, and subconsciously turned her head to look at He Ci, "Brother, there is someone knocking on the door outside, is it Xiaohua?"

"Misheard."

He Jin nodded and continued to do her homework absent-mindedly.

"He Ci, Yan Yan, Yan Yan came to see you!"

It wasn't until the voice outside became clearer that He Jin let go of the pen in her hand and walked towards He Ci. A small hand landed on He Ci's wrist, and he avoided it.

"Brother, listen, it's really Xiao Hua, don't you like Xiao Hua?" He Jin could see clearly the hand he was avoiding, and the white gauze at the edge of the clothes was faintly visible.

He Ci followed her gaze, landed on his right wrist, quietly rolled up his sleeves, and hugged her in his arms.

"Yeah." He Ci listened to the more and more aggrieved shouts outside the door, his cold eyes were in a trance for a moment, "I don't like it."

He thought those dirty and scandalous things could be accepted in words, but when they were actually put on the table, shame, inferiority, and cowardice seemed to be put to death slowly, slowly occupying his heart, and drove every inch of his bones.

Even for the son who was pointed at the nose and called a murderer three years ago, He Ci has never been so ashamed.

Compared with those bad possessive desires, Song Meiyun's appearance made He Ci realize that he can't dominate his life at all, and what will accompany him will be a mark that can't be washed off for life, and he has no right, and he is not willing to let Yan Yu participate in it. Come in.

The little girl was stunned for a moment, then raised her head, holding her brother as if she had returned to the time when there was no Xiao Hua, she had heard the teacher say, so called, walking dead.

He Jin was most afraid of him doing this.

The movement outside the door stopped for a while, and He Ci's hanging heart finally let go, but the inside was empty, like a cocoon, and it was difficult for a person in pain to breathe.

It's time for Yan Yu to leave.

There are words to say whether the time is long or short, He Ci thought, he may need a very long withdrawal period, and it will be very painful.

'Boom'!

The sound of heavy objects falling came from outside the living room.

"He Ci..."

The word 'He Ci' appeared in his ears like a daydream, and He Ci's empty eyes froze for a moment.

He didn't leave?

It is the body's inertial memory that reacts before resistance.

Even before He Ci could react, he was already standing at the door.

He lowered his eyes, and his eyes fell on the words in the yard that he couldn't stand up because of his sprained feet. His expression was solemn and he couldn't see any emotion.

Looking at He Ci who was still nervous because of his injury, his originally red eyes suddenly burst into a smile.

"He Ci," Yan Yu squatted on the ground, holding back the pain, and reached out to him, "Do you want to hug me? The wall of your house is too high, and it hurts me when I fall."

The lotus root pink sweater made him look like a bullied rabbit.

The young man in front of him was so fiery that he could always burn He Ci to pieces.

Crazy intertwining of sensibility and rationality, the withdrawal period is really too painful for him, even if he doesn’t need to do anything, or call him in a bluff, or even appear in front of him, but in his mind, But it was already full of him.

The expression on He Ci's face faded again and again, and he walked over expressionlessly, helped him up from the ground, and walked towards the house step by step.

The smile on the corner of Yan Yu's mouth stopped abruptly, and the body of the person leaning on her was icy cold.

"Why don't you give me a hug?"

He Ci didn't respond to him, but just put him on the sofa, bent over and took back the medicinal wine, warming it in his hands.

The calf was slightly bent, and the moment he took off his shoes and socks, his thin ankles had already started to swell. He Ci frowned tightly, and rubbed his ankles with hands stained with medicinal wine.

The air pressure in the living room was getting lower and lower, and the two of them seemed to be facing each other, silently stabbing each other's most painful point.

But there is always one side that must be subdued first.

"Ci Jiang," Yan Yu moved the ankle in He Ci's hand, and didn't ask if he was injured, but only asked tentatively, "Do you want to be my prince?"

"Please, help me, Jiangjiang, or I really have to transfer schools."

"I will definitely study hard in the future, you don't know, I also applied for the blue painting competition in the city, and won the first place, and I can get extra points for the college entrance examination, am I good?"

Yan Yu's voice became smaller and smaller, "So can you help me?"

He Ci didn't need to raise his head, but he could feel how careful the eyes of Yan Yu above his head should be. The words of refusal stuck in his throat, as if thousands of needles were pricking him. He clearly knew that he should draw a clear line with him, but he couldn't say anything. exit.

Before he could speak, the vibrating sound of the phone rang in his ears, Yan Yu bowed his head, He Ci's phone was lying quietly on the sofa, and the text message on it came suddenly.

[Mr. He, the transfer procedures here have been completed, when do you think it is appropriate to come here to report? 】

transfer...

Yan Yu unconsciously clenched the sofa cover tightly, facing the whirling hair on He Ci's head, his eyes froze for a moment, and his tone was light and airy.

"Are you going to transfer schools?"