I also want to stick with the bamboo horse today

After what seemed like a century, the elevator finally regained its power, running slowly and tremblingly like a Parkinson's patient, and reached the first floor.

Zhuang Wenyao's legs were a little numb, but he stood up vigorously, hugged him horizontally, stepped out of this evil elevator in two steps at a time, stomped on the voice-activated light, and came to the bench in the corridor on the first floor superior.

Lu Zhiheng leaned on his shoulder, his breathing gradually stabilized, but his mind was not clear yet.

That embrace just now was like a flat boat in the stormy waves, a ray of light in the boundless night, the only source of heat in the cold abyss.He seemed to be still indulging in that sweet dream and did not want to wake up, but there was a voice in his ear warning him that there were more important things to do.

Under the trend of that belief, Lu Zhiheng slowly woke up, and everything in front of him gradually became clear.It is light that illuminates everything.He was relieved, and his heartbeat returned to normal frequency, but when he met Zhuang Wenyao's eager gaze, he couldn't face his eyes calmly.

There was undisguised concern in Zhuang Wenyao's eyes, as well as cautious restraint and temptation, and he asked in a low voice, "What's wrong with you?"

"I..." Lu Zhiheng couldn't speak, "I'm fine now... I have to go back and get the paper..."

That's right, this was what supported him to wake up.

"Don't worry about that!" Zhuang Wenyao suddenly raised his voice: "What time is this, and I'm still thinking about what's there and what's not!"

Lu Zhiheng was taken aback for a moment, because he had just woken up, his beautiful eyes were ignorant and innocent, and even a little more fragile.

"You are more important than anything else, why don't you understand?" Zhuang Wenyao softened his tone, "I will accompany you to the infirmary for infusion."

Lu Zhiheng's eyes dodged: "I don't need an infusion, I..."

"You are actually afraid of the dark, right?" Zhuang Wenyao interrupted him, "It was the same at the radio station on the rainy day last semester, right?"

"..." At this time, there is no need to hide anymore, Lu Zhiheng nodded in self-sacrifice, "I'm sorry..."

Zhuang Wenyao unconsciously emphasized his tone: "I'm sorry for what? Why are you always like this? Why didn't you tell me?"

"I... don't want to trouble you..." Lu Zhiheng forced a self-deprecating smile, "I didn't expect to cause even more trouble, I'm sorry..."

Zhuang Wenyao stopped talking, and stared at him intently with his lips pursed.

"I'm healed now!" Lu Zhiheng pretended to be brisk and said, "Shall we go and put away the paper?"

"Come back and sit down!"

Zhuang Wenyao pushed the person back with a strong and earnest tone, which made Lu Zhiheng completely stunned:

"Why don't you tell me? Can you stop pretending to be nonchalant and rely on others occasionally! Even if others can't do it, can't I? Keep everything in your heart, and it's easy to go wrong, don't you know Do you know? Do other people know that they are worried? I..."

The last word was crying, his breathing was disordered, his eyes were red, something was stuck in his throat, and he couldn't speak any more.

"!" Lu Zhiheng looked at him in surprise, and an indescribable panic suddenly surged in his heart, "Don't... I was wrong, I shouldn't hide it, I shouldn't have lied to you, I'm too cowardly, I'm a coward... "

Zhuang Wenyao interrupted with difficulty: "Stop talking..." It was obvious that Lu Zhiheng was the one who needed to be comforted, so why did the host and the object reversed?The more he talked, the more wronged he felt and the more sore his eyes became.It would be too embarrassing to shed tears under such circumstances!

Lu Zhiheng shut up obediently, at a loss what to do, he didn't even know whether to look at him, put his hands on his knees, lowered his head, like a child who did something wrong.

But in fact, Zhuang Wenyao didn't want to blame him, but he was too worried about him, and he couldn't calm down.So Lu Zhiheng is a kid who punishes himself.

The swelling in the throat finally subsided, and Zhuang Wenyao lowered his voice and said in a low voice: "Yes, you are indeed at fault. The fault is that you don't value yourself too much! But why do you apologize? You are the one who was hurt. You should have done it beforehand. Tell me about your fear of the dark so I can pay more attention. It’s too late to apologize now, isn’t it?”

"Yes." Lu Zhiheng nodded, and said in a whisper, "Actually, I'm afraid of the dark because..."

"I don't want to expose your scars, you don't have to say it if you don't want to."

Lu Zhiheng was silent: He, don't you want to hear me?

The embrace just now gave him an unprecedented sense of peace of mind.But when he finally had the idea of ​​mustering up the courage to face the past, Zhuang Wenyao's words, like fingertips stretching out to the snail's carefully protruding tentacles, instantly made Lu Zhiheng flinch again.

But the fingertips were obviously out of kindness and care.

"I just hope that you can think of me when you need help... Think of others, don't always carry it alone." Zhuang Wenyao stood up and stretched out his hand to him, "Can you stand up?"

Lu Zhiheng could rely on his own strength to stand up, but he still held that hand: "I can."

Zhuang Wenyao held him by the hand: "Can I go?"

"Ah."

"To clean up the mess?"

"Ah."

Lu Zhiheng pressed the elevator, and the inside was in a mess, messy test papers were spread all over the floor, scattered with creases and footprints, it was horrible.

Zhuang Wenyao raised the corner of his mouth and glanced at him, jokingly: "Look at what you did."

Lu Zhiheng lowered his eyebrows and pursed his lips, a blush of embarrassment flew across his cheeks, and he moved his lips...

Seeing this expression, Zhuang Wenyao knew what he wanted to say, so he immediately blocked his mouth with words: "No apology!" He squatted down and started to pick up the paper from the edge, "Help me press the elevator, and I will clean it up."

"Ah."

Zhuang Wenyao sorted out all the papers and held them in his arms, but this is not over, and they still have to be classified.

"Let's go to Mingde Building." Zhuang Wenyao said, "I don't want to stay in this garbage building anymore."

"Okay." Lu Zhiheng said, "Me too."

In Mingde Building, after a long series of bells, the deserted corridor became more and more silent.The two boys found a spacious place and silently sorted the papers.

Fortunately, only the lights in the corridor of Shaw Building are voice-activated in the whole school, so they can finish the rest of the work under a stable light source.

Zhuang Wenyao said: "Throw away the ones with footprints and creases alone, and give them to me."

"Okay." Lu Zhiheng glanced at him quietly, "I missed your self-study time, right..."

Zhuang Wenyao turned to look at him, the last two words stuck in his throat.

"Hey... what are you afraid of?" Zhuang Wenyao turned to Lu Zhiheng and held his shoulder, "Do you know how Zhuge Liang died?"

Lu Zhiheng was taken aback.

"I'm exhausted!" Zhuang Wenyao continued to say earnestly, "I take care of everything on myself, and I have to take the lead in everything, and I will die after doing my best! Do you want to imitate him?"

Lu Zhiheng bit his lip and shook his head.

"So don't put too much pressure on yourself, just relax." Zhuang Wenyao looked into his eyes, "You should put your own affairs first, and it doesn't matter to ask others occasionally, as long as you think the other party is reliable. Like when you say you don't eat cilantro, it's a lot better to say it, right?"

Lu Zhiheng smiled and nodded: "Yes, I see, I will!"

Zhuang Wenyao packed up the divided test papers and handed Lu Zhiheng's part to him: "Okay, go back to self-study quickly, I can't afford to delay the evening self-study of the top student..."

"Thank you..." Lu Zhiheng swallowed the remaining word under Zhuang Wenyao's gaze, replaced it with "bye", and then slowly turned and left.He took two steps casually, and suddenly felt that the figure next to him had been following him.

"A Yao?" Lu Zhiheng was at a loss, "Is there anything else?"

"Are you talking about me? Something is wrong." Zhuang Wenyao stood beside him step by step with his hands behind his back. "You just had an accident. I don't worry about going back alone. I want to watch you enter the classroom."

Lu Zhiheng laughed: "I'm fine, and this is not far from my classroom..."

"Let me walk with you for a short distance." Zhuang Wenyao raised his eyebrows, with a trace of slyness hidden in his eyes, "A good man will do his best and send Buddha to the west. Isn't this your way of life? If you were me, you would Definitely going to do it, right?"

This is called using the way of the other, and giving it back to the other!

"Okay..." Lu Zhiheng smiled helplessly, acquiescing to his behavior.

Zhuang Wenyao closely monitored Lu Zhiheng's physical condition, and escorted him all the way to the classroom of Class 1, Grade [-], looked up at the elegant demeanor of Xueba class outside the door, and then returned to his flight class in peace.

After distributing the hard-earned Chinese papers to everyone, and returning to their seats, Zhang Yeran asked him, "Brother Yao, why are you there again?"

Zhuang Wenyao thought for a while: "Take care of the children."

"Huh?" Zhang Yeran was stunned, "Your classmates in the Wujing class have a meeting between classes, and you're not here. There might be something important, and Xiao Liyu said that I'll talk to you alone after evening self-study."

Zhuang Wenyao nodded: "Okay!"

Adjust the status and enter the self-study mode...

The schedule for evening self-study in No. 08 Middle School is from 30:[-] to [-]:[-] in the first session, with a half-hour break in the middle, and from [-]:[-] to [-]:[-] in the second session.

Like Zhang Rui, Zhu Finance and others, Li Yu is a hard-working ten-point player.In addition, Zhuang Wenyao was delayed for a while today, and he didn't finish his homework, so he might as well wait for him to leave at ten o'clock.

The hour bell rang, and the two walked and chatted.

Li Yu: "The main purpose of this meeting is to confirm the list of the Wu Jing class for the next semester. Because many students felt that the Wu Jing class was too difficult after studying last semester, and wanted to give up. Now the first week of school, the Wu Jing class is still available. There is no class, Teacher Du asked us to think about it. Brother Yao, what do you think, should you quit or continue?"

Zhuang Wenyao hardly pretended to think: "Go on, isn't it the same way every year. I think what Senior Lu Zhiheng said is right. After finally getting into the competition class, you can't give up easily!"

Li Yu frowned slightly: "Brother Yao, you don't know. It's mainly because Mr. Du said that it will become more and more difficult in the future, and it will take up more time. We will even make up classes on weekends. We are in the aviation class, and half of the training is lost every day. Like fate, the intensity of training will also increase in the future. In this case, if you do a good job in the culture class, your grades will be good. Is there really room for competition? Even if you can really balance study, training and competition, you must also protect your eyesight Woolen cloth……"

It does sound a little dizzy!Zhuang Wenyao asked: "Then what do you think?"

"I'm still struggling. In fact, I have worked hard for a semester, and I am not willing to give up like this. But the road to competition is not easy, and winning prizes is actually not that easy. If the bamboo basket is empty in the end, it is better Now stop the loss in time..." Li Yu sighed and scratched her head, "To be honest, I still want to be a pilot..."

"..." Zhuang Wenyao fell into deep thought: It seems that we can't procrastinate any longer, we must think about it as soon as possible, about choices, about the future, "Let's think about it again and discuss it with my family. I will give you an answer next week."

Li Yu nodded: "Alright."

There are two exits from Mingde Building. One is the door on the north side near Duxing Road. Most students will go out through this door.There is also a corridor between Mingde Building and Qiushi Building on the south side. Students whose classrooms are located in the south may go out from here, and then walk through the courtyard to Duxing Road.

Li Yu's habits belonged to the latter, so Zhuang Wenyao accompanied him across the patio.But at this moment, he suddenly felt something was wrong.

It is a few minutes after ten o'clock, and many classes have finished cleaning, and the classrooms have been emptied. The lights on both sides have been turned off one by one, and the courtyard where they are located is like a black vortex, dim and lifeless.

Under the influence of someone, Zhuang Wenyao also inexplicably became sensitive to the dark environment.So he soon discovered that there was no street lamp in the courtyard of the teaching building!

"Little carp, don't you think it's dark here?" he asked.

Li Yu lowered his head to think about things, and replied casually: "It's quite dark, but it's only a short distance, and there are street lights on Duxing Road."

Zhuang Wenyao shook his head: "It's not enough for a short distance. Someone's legs will be weak, sweaty and short of breath within three seconds after being in a dark environment... I can't think about it anymore, it's too dangerous."

Back in the dormitory, Zhuang Wenyao took a shower and washed his school uniform.

There are two sets of camouflage uniforms for their flight, which can be changed and washed several times a week.

On the sink, he took a basin of water and soaked his not-so-dirty jacket in it. When the water was about to cover his sleeves, he suddenly hesitated for a moment, picked up the cuffs, and unfolded the sleeves in his hands. .

The pattern of the camouflage uniform was mottled and messy, but Zhuang Wenyao clearly remembered which piece of cloth he used to wipe Lu Zhiheng's sweat.

It was still the same there, it seemed that there was no change, and it seemed that traces were left.

He really sweats easily...

Like a ghost, Zhuang Wenyao raised his sleeve and sniffed at the tip of his nose.

Immediately reacting, he threw the sleeve into the basin like an electric shock, splashing a splash of water.

Smell what smell what!I'm out of my brain!Why would you make such an action!

He started scrubbing vigorously like revenge, the water splashed on his face, it was icy cold, but his face was getting redder and redder...

I have a problem!