That 1 his waist protruded

23

Berg surprised me by adding my contact info through Deng Ge.

After all, apart from the last “family reunion,” the only times I’ve ever interacted with him are the few times I inevitably ran into them in the corridors or treatment halls when I was in the hospital.His reaction at that time was also beyond my expectation—quite childish.

Later, I carefully tasted his mental state, and suspected that he took jealousy for fun.

After he added me, he didn't say a word, but quickly pulled a group.Immediately afterwards, the group began to swipe the screen crazily and continuously—Brother Deng encountered some troubles and was crazily complaining.

I tried my best to pick out the ones that told a little bit about what happened from the meaningless sentences of pure complaints, and I roughly understood what happened, and then racked my brains to think of how to comfort him.

But I lost.The speed at which I could come up with words of consolation couldn't keep up with Brother Deng's emotional rapid-fire spit-you can imagine the speed at which his fingers flew when he was typing.

And I tried hard to come up with words of comfort, but I felt rationally that Brother Deng should be given some comfort at this time.

This conversation in the group ended with an invitation to dinner in the evening.

It should be very interesting, but I am a little bit unhappy.Standing in front of the sink in the bathroom, I grinned in the mirror, a bit ugly.

At the dinner party in the evening, I was still infected when I saw them, and I became happy for a short time.

During this period, my brother looked at me twice and sent me a message: "Take your medicine well."

He may have seen that my condition is not good.

I responded with a crazy nodding emoji.

From time to time I forget to take my meds, as evidenced by the refill box.The words from Monday to Sunday are pasted on the lid of the box, so it is clear at a glance which day you eat less.But I still often forget.Usually in the morning, sometimes it's too late for breakfast, and sometimes I forget to bring my medicine box.

24

This time, Yan Chaoling came to pick me up, of course at the school gate.

Berg drove me back. I said not to send it to the door. He was also concerned about whether I was bullied at school.

I am grateful to the two parties for not having a seamless pick-up. Thinking about introducing Yan Chaoling to my brother, I still feel a little guilty-the guilt of an adolescent boy who brings an ambiguous object home and accidentally runs into his parents.

I didn't have this kind of experience in my adolescence, but now I have brought this kind of mood spontaneously.

Yan Chaoling didn't ask any more questions, and I took the initiative to explain a few words: "My brother and brother-in-law drove me back. My brother was worried that I would come back by myself, so he gave me a ride after dinner."

Yan Chaoling really caught the point: "Your brother and brother-in-law?"

"Well. It's what I said last time, the person who can help me find a lawyer. I met their husband and wife when I was in the hospital. They are very affectionate, and they are enviable just looking at them."

Yan Chaoling held back for two seconds, and said, "You will have some too."

I laughed, noncommittal.

"They were also the ones who sent you back last time?"

"Brother Deng sent me off last time. Brother Deng is my brother's friend. He sent me directly back to the dormitory downstairs."

Yan Chaoling thought for a while, and said seriously: "Don't trouble others, if you come back late in the future, just call me like this."

I nodded with a smile.

Whether it is out of the sense of responsibility to take care of others or the kindness to protect the weak, it is like an ambiguous trick of a straight man.He can completely clear it up with a sentence of "that's not what it means". It's my fault if he was tempted.

This kind of situation is often experienced by people. There are so many straight loves, and emotional matters often cannot be divided according to right and wrong.Even if the other party is really enjoying some kind of borderline ambiguity, it cannot be said that this is wrong.

Especially in my relationship with Yan Chaoling.It is he who has been giving, not me.I'm just a coward who dare not take a step.It seems that I am just accepting and waiting and watching, and I dare not do anything out of line.

For a moment, I also wanted to take a step towards him.

"Yan Chaoling."

"Huh?" He looked at me, and in the night I could only see a pair of black eyes close at hand.

I laughed, "What's for breakfast tomorrow?"

I didn't know what to say, and finally turned to very everyday conversation.

"What do you want to eat? Is millet porridge okay? I'll go to the cafeteria to buy two bean buns?" Yan Chaoling remembered my preferences and gave suggestions without thinking.

I responded, "Okay."

25

About why I always think Yan Chaoling is a straight man.

This is not because he looks straight or the so-called gay expresses judgment, but because of a gossip that Qian Yi told me before.

It happened some time ago when I was just out of the hospital.Qian Yi probably talked to me with the attitude that gossip would help to get closer. A couple came out of the class and even changed their couple names and couple portraits to talk about the relationship experiences of roommates.

I continued to chat with him with the mentality of communicating more with normal people and establishing a connection with the world.

At that time, Qian Yi was talking to me while holding a snack bag and playing with his mobile phone, and when he was talking about it, he suddenly came to nature, lost his mobile phone, turned his chair to face me and asked, "Guess who in our dormitory has had a date and who hasn't. "

I thought for a while and replied: "I guess you haven't."

Qian Yi sighed, "Fourth brother, it's not good for you to poke second brother's wound." After speaking, he threw me a bag of Xiaodangjia crispy noodles, "Eat it, eat it. Brother, say something nice."

Tang Hongxi poked his head out from the bed: "Qian Xiaoyi, are you addicted to being a brother?"

Qian Yi patted his thigh, pointed at Tang Hongxi with two fingers pinching a spicy stick: "I don't have a brother like you."

Tang Hongxi propped himself up with his arms, touched his glasses to put them on, and looked down at Qian Yi: "I suspect that you meant to say that I don't have a son like you."

Qian Yi: "You, you..."

After Tang Hongxi finished speaking, she lay back down again, and then there was the sound of the glasses case being closed.

Qian Yi looked at me, "Fourth brother."

"Ok?"

"I think the third child is also a solo mother, otherwise why would you single out this topic to interrupt?"

Tang Hongxi didn't make a sound this time, even if Qian Yi asked provocatively: "Hello? Third child? Isn't that right?" He didn't make a sound.

Qian Yi stuffed the spicy strips into his mouth, and then began to gossip.

"The only person in our dormitory who can be sure that he has been in a relationship is the boss. At that time, he talked about how he kept the grade in high school, and the reason was that dating a little girl delayed his studies."

……

This memory is not so pleasant, and it is still uncomfortable to think about it now.It's as uncomfortable as if the prince decided to elope with the knight who accompanied him all the way after he woke up Sleeping Beauty with a kiss.

Of course the analogy is reversed.

I can't control my brain very well, and I can't control my mouth under the command of my brain.

I heard myself asking Yan Chaoling: "I heard that you fell in love with a puppy when you were in high school? I was suddenly a little curious, what is it like to fall in love with a girl?"

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Why don't I update it every day recently - because I have a fever.It has been burning for a week, ranging from 37.1°C to 37.9°C. Sometimes I have a headache and sometimes my whole body is sore.

I just got home from the bottle today and wanted to sleep - I got up from the bed and traced a copybook - I wanted to sleep - I sat up and wrote a chapter update.

Someone gave me a bunch of likes yesterday - in different pits.Fortunately, I still have the serialization anonymously, so I won't deceive people too deeply at once.I thought about it, at least I need to make another pit, right?

There is another point I express: when I code a realistic background and the pitfalls of contemporary society, I always feel that code words are like lying, and the combination of fiction and reality is the best.

For example, Xiaoyi's diagnosis, I refer to my ex-girlfriend's.For example, Xiao Yan's reason for repeating the study, I referred to my cousin's.

For example, although the ratio of heterosexuals and homosexuals in the dormitory is a coincidence, it is not an exaggeration (at least not all of them are homosexuals).

Of course, sometimes there are people who spy on the screen on social software. As we all know, many people like to confide in strangers who have no connection with each other on social software.

I would like to thank the innocent people who were drawn by me as materials. They did not read the article and had no chance to beat me to death.Only my roommate, who occasionally provides me with material, will ask me to "pay for it when I make money someday."

I have said so much because I want to say that if one day I see familiar material, it may be a coincidence or not. I also often watch people complaining about the troubles in life in the forum of waste text...

It’s normal for people’s troubles to look similar occasionally, you’re right _(:з」∠)_

—from rambling after a week of fever