night tide recedes

After the lecture started, Song Ran was sitting upright, like a good student in elementary school who obediently put his hands on the table. Yan Ming felt that Song Ran was cute and dull, so he secretly took a photo of his side profile while Song Ran was not paying attention. , After thinking about it, I set it as a mobile phone screensaver by the way.

Having known Song Ran for less than half a year, Yan Ming has figured out Song Ran's temperament. Song Ran is a deep-sea fish that is afraid of light and longs for oxygen. If there are no waves pushing him behind him, he will hide in the coral forever. In the group, only showing timid eyes looked at this novel world.

Yan Ming didn't know what happened to Song Ran, which led to his timid and even a bit inferior character, but he was willing to be the wave that dragged Song Ran out of the coral group, and took Song Ran to experience some new and wonderful things .

He looked at Song Ran from himself, his eyes were too enthusiastic, no matter how dull Song Ran was, he couldn't help but notice it, turned his face slightly, his dark and bright eyes were covered with doubts, "What's wrong?"

Yan Ming generously showed Song Ran the photos he took, and Song Ran was stunned for a moment, "This is..." In the photo, his side face has soft and smooth lines, and his expression is as pious as a pilgrim, as if Cut yourself off from everyone around you.

"The common problem of photographers is that people who see beauty can't help but take pictures, Brother Ran, don't mind." Yan Ming lowered his voice and spoke sincerely, with a bit of pitifulness.

Song Ran's photos are pitifully few, almost none, looking at himself in the photos a little uncomfortably, shaking his head, "I don't mind."

Then he listened carefully to the lecture.

The professor who taught the class was over [-] years old, but he didn't speak old-fashioned, nor did he have a sense of preaching. Some examples cited often made laughter in the large classroom.

"Some people treat the people around them differently, no matter whether the starting point is to hate or like them, what is certain is that he must care about this person to some extent."

"Students, you can observe the people around you. If he greets others by waving his hands, but he raises his chin when he greets you, then you should pay attention. This person is either looking down on you, or he is bluffing and using it deliberately. Arrogant body movements to hide his guilty conscience."

The old professor took the microphone and walked to the center of the podium, pretending to be mysterious and asking, "Students, guess why?"

Song Ran also thought about it.

Someone raised his hand and rushed, "Because he is afraid."

"Yes," the old professor clapped his hands, and said in a cadence, "what are you afraid of? Afraid of being rejected, afraid of not being able to respond to yourself, this kind of person generally has a very strong self-esteem, and will never let anyone see his innermost feelings." Thoughts, he built a thick wall for himself, which looks indestructible, but he is the one who is the least confident."

It was the first time Song Ran heard such a theory, and he suddenly found it interesting. He couldn't help but think of Shen Wenfei who seemed to be indifferent to everything, and quickly denied his guess. What about self-confidence?

Then the professor gave some interesting psychological theories and examples. Song Ran listened with great interest. After listening to the two-hour lecture, he couldn't get enough of it.

When he followed Yan Ming out of the classroom, he still couldn't restrain his excitement, and discussed with Yan Ming the theory just now.

The two walked all the way, talking all the way, Yan Ming was very good at answering the conversation, no matter what Song Ran said, he could quickly lead to the next topic, because of the excitement, Song Ran didn't even care that passers-by looked at them look away.

He spoke dryly, and when he walked to the school gate, he realized that he had babbled a lot, and his cheeks couldn't help getting a little hot, "Thank you for taking me to the lecture, I am very happy today."

Yan Ming shrugged, "Brother Ran, if you like to listen, I will call you again next time our school has a lecture."

"Really?" Song Ran's cheeks were flushed by the wind, and the smile on his face was as bright as flowers, "Is it okay?"

"Of course." Yan Ming couldn't hide his emotion, and moved closer, his voice was clear, with the undisguised enthusiasm of young people, "I can also take you to do many things, whether it's badminton or lectures, all of you If you like, I can accompany you, Brother Ran, I..." A voice that was like a sharp sword unsheathed, wrapped in chills, suddenly cut off Yan Ming's unfinished words, "Song Ran."

The smile on Song Ran's face froze for a moment after hearing the voice, and slowly sank. He turned his head and saw Shen Wenfei who should not have appeared here a few steps away.

Shen Wenfei's face was frosty, and his stern eyebrows were as sharp as a falcon, nailing Song Ran in place.

Song Ran frowned puzzledly and even doubtfully, "Wen Fei, why are you here?"

When Yan Ming saw Shen Wenfei, he was like a tiger seeing a lion in the grassland. He immediately felt threatened. Before Shen Wenfei came up, he took a step to the left and blocked Song Ran behind him. He smiled and said, "Brother Ran , isn’t this your employer, come to the lecture too?”

Shen Wenfei's eyes scanned the same clothes of the two of them, his dark eyes contained infinite situation, he stood in front of Yan Ming, looked over Yan Ming's shoulder to Song Ran, "Come back with me."

The confrontation between the three of them was really like a husband catching his wife who had an extramarital affair and returning home. Many good students cast gossiping eyes.

Song Ran's heart was in a mess, he didn't understand why he saw Shen Wenfei here, he didn't come out from behind Yan Ming for a while, he just hesitated for two seconds, Shen Wenfei frowned, ignored Yan Ming, and wanted to go around and hold Song Ran hand.

Yan Ming subconsciously blocked Shen Wenfei's hand, raised his eyes and said, "What are you doing, slave owners in the old century are not as capable of exploiting people as you are, right? Brother Ran just came out to listen to a lecture with me, what are you doing?"

The sword was on the verge of breaking out, Song Ran hurriedly said, "Little Yan..." "Brother Ran, don't be afraid of him, isn't it just a job, why should you be so angry?" Yan Ming looked at Shen Wenfei provocatively, "Just you Can you afford to hire Brother Ran if you have the money, and I happen to be short of a housekeeper, Brother Ran, why don't you come and work with me, I will never pay less than him."

The sense of justice aroused by young people fueled the fire.

Song Ran reflexively went to look at Shen Wenfei, and saw that Shen Wenfei's brows were still cold, but he couldn't suppress the hostility around him. He quickly stood up from behind Yan Ming, pressed Yan Ming's hand, and raised his voice, "Stop talking!" .”

Yan Ming reluctantly shut up, but still maintained Song Ran's appearance extremely.

Song Ran felt that if he didn't leave with Shen Wenfei, he would definitely cause more trouble. He had no time to guess why Shen Wenfei appeared here, he wanted to separate Shen Wenfei and Yan Ming, and was so anxious that he ignored Yan Ming's presence and wanted to pull Shen Wenfei hand.

His hand barely touched Shen Wenfei's knuckles, but Shen Wenfei avoided it, and raised his outstretched hand in mid-air awkwardly.

Shen Wenfei looked at him coldly, his eyes were like a calm and deep lake without any ripples, and his tone was even clearer, like the noisy winter wind, "Have you found a home yet?"

Song Ran looked at Shen Wenfei in disbelief, his heart was like crumpled paper, it couldn't be smoothed, and he said in a trembling voice, "Wen Fei?"

Shen Wenfei smiled lightly, his eyes wandered over the clothes of the two of them, and finally fixed on Song Ran's pale face, "Are you doing housework for him?"

"I do not have."

"Laundry, cooking and cleaning for him," Shen Wenfei said to Song Ran, but in the second half of the sentence, he looked at Yan Ming, almost cruelly breaking the unknown relationship between him and Song Ran, "and sleep with him too ?"

Song Ran never knew that Shen Wenfei had such a sharp moment, his harsh and sharp words were like a knife, piercing straight into his heart, he was so embarrassed that he couldn't bear it, and his outstretched hand slowly dropped.

When Yan Ming heard Shen Wenfei's words clearly, he was taken aback for a moment, and then cursed angrily. Song Ran rushed to block him with his hands, Yan Ming was so angry that veins appeared on his forehead, "Brother Ran, don't stop me!" I..." "He didn't lie to you," Song Ran forced himself to look at Yan Ming. As soon as these four words came out, Yan Ming suddenly became quiet. In Yan Ming's eyes, all his self-esteem was shattered. Shattered, "I voluntarily."

Yan Ming clenched his teeth, like a furious little beast.

Song Ran took a deep breath, and looked at Shen Wenfei again, the sunlight failed to drive away the frost on Shen Wenfei's face, he felt like a lump in his throat, "I'll go back with you, let's go."

Shen Wenfei's expression froze for a moment. He seemed to realize that he was out of control, but the words he said could not be undone. He glanced at Yan Ming with a cold face, held Song Ran's hand tightly and left.

Song Ran once fantasized about the scene where he and Shen Wenfei were holding hands on the road, but he never imagined that such a day would cause him such pain.

As soon as he got in the car, he sat blankly on the co-pilot. By the time he realized it, his face was already full of tears.

Shen Wenfei came up to hug him in silence, and called his name in a low voice, the dry breath completely enveloped him, "Song Ran..." Song Ran buried her face in Shen Wenfei's chest, sobbing, "Smell Fly, I have no friends."

Shen Wenfei embraced him with both arms, his eyes darkened, and he said in a deep voice for a while, "It's okay, you have me."

As long as I am alone is enough.

The author has something to say: I like to watch some dumb people get jealous and then talk nonsense, so I scold first as respect.