The cold school god can't move

When Mao Jiang rushed into the classroom, he saw Chi Cheng dragging a strange young man. His textbooks and homework fell all over the floor and scattered around the young man. The young man was still holding a familiar schoolbag in his hand.

The students nearby all watched intently, and no one dared to come forward to dissuade them.

Mao Jiang frowned slightly and took a closer look at the schoolbag, cursing secretly in his heart: Grass, isn't that Chi Yuan's schoolbag?Who is this person?Even Chi Yuan's schoolbag dared to mess around.

The young man looked at the furious young man in front of him, although he was wronged, he still maintained a polite attitude and explained:

"Student, let go first! I'm here to help classmate Chi Yuan pack up!"

Chi Cheng didn't intend to let go at all, the young man's wrist was tightly clamped, and his hand was a little numb.

"Pack up? Why pack up? What do you mean? Why did you come? Where is Chi Yuanren? Why didn't he come by himself?"

Chi Cheng finally caught a person who had something to do with Chi Yuan, even if he didn't know him, he was still unwilling to let go of any hope and opportunity, and threw out all the questions that were lingering in Chi Cheng's mind.

The young man looked at Chi Cheng blankly and shook his head blankly.

"This classmate, I was only entrusted by someone to take back Chi Yuan's books. I don't know anything else! I don't even know Chi Yuan, let alone where he is!"

Seeing the sincerity of the young man's face, which did not seem to be lying at all, Chi Cheng let go of his hand in a slumped manner, suppressed his anger, said "I'm sorry" to the young man in a deep voice, and then took Chi Yuan's hand from the young man. The schoolbag, I can't refuse to say:

"You don't need to clean up, I'll do it!"

The young man saw that Chi Cheng's attitude was tough, and it was written all over his face that no one else should intervene, so he stepped back consciously, giving Chi Cheng the mess under his feet.

Chi Cheng squatted down, picked up the books that fell on the ground, carefully dusted off the dust that might not exist, divided them into one subject by one, and packed them into Chi Yuan's schoolbag one by one.

The movements of Chi Cheng's men unconsciously became slower and slower.

The matter has come to this point, even the dullest person should understand that Chi Yuan will not come to this school again, will not sit at the same table with him, and will not sleep with him in the same room.

Chi Yuan is going back, to the city where he grew up.No, maybe Chi Yuan has already gone back, and he didn't even give him a chance to say goodbye.

He understood everything in an instant.

He laughed at himself for being dark under the lamp, and for not being able to see Mount Tai with a blind eye.This should have been an obvious result, but he didn't think about it before.If Chi Yuan still stays here, and he and Chi Yuan are still getting along day and night, why does Dad believe that he can have nothing else to do?

It turned out that when his father let him go back to the dormitory, he already knew about all of Chi's father's arrangements, but his dear father kept his mouth shut and didn't tell him a word.

There are only so many things in Chi Yuan, no matter how busy Chi Cheng is with packing, he will eventually finish packing.Chi Cheng looked at the schoolbag he packed neatly, and suddenly went crazy and took out all the things he had packed.

"Hey, classmate, what are you doing? Why did you take it all out again?"

Chi Cheng turned his head slowly, glanced calmly at the young man who had been waiting for a long time, and said lightly:

"Sorry, I made a mistake! Please wait a little longer!"

As Chi Cheng said, he took out his textbooks from the desk, compared them with Chi Yuan's textbooks, changed them all, and put them back neatly.

In the end, his hand fell on the "Stories of Dunhuang Mural Paintings" that had been kept on the desk.He stared at the cover of the book, rubbing his fingertips lightly on the book.

I still remember that when Chi Yuan first came, he borrowed this book from Lao Xu in order to strike up a conversation with him, but the book was not borrowed, but because of disturbing the classroom order, both were punished by Lao Xu to sit in front of the podium, sitting in front of the small class. The round stool went to the class.

At that time, Chi Yuan was full of curiosity about this book, but in fact, the book itself was far less attractive than the people who read it.

The corner of Chi Cheng's mouth raised a slight arc unconsciously.He opened the book, took out the photos and small notes that were treasured inside, relocated it to a proper place, and then put the book into Chi Yuan's schoolbag.

The young man finished watching Chi Cheng's packing of Chi Yuan's things, but he didn't understand what was going on.However, his task was only to bring back all Chi Yuan's books, as for the others, they had nothing to do with him.

Before, he was worried that he would make a mistake or omit something, but he didn't expect that it was Chi Yuan's deskmate who did it for him, so it must be a mistake.The young man took the schoolbag that Chi Cheng handed him, smiled at Chi Cheng, and hurriedly left the classroom with a schoolbag full of books on his back.

Chi Cheng opened the few homework books that he had intercepted, and looked at the extremely familiar and beautiful handwriting.

Seeing the words like faces, he seemed to see Chi Yuan sitting next to him again, with a focused expression on his pen.That appearance fascinated Chi Cheng and made him irreplaceably happy.

The sudden ringing of the class bell woke up Chi Cheng's dream, and when he turned his head, there was nothing around him, no matter how hard he wiped the table clean, the boyfriend who used to sit next to him would never appear again.

I don't know when fine snowflakes floated outside the window. They were not big, but they drifted persistently from afternoon to night.All the ugly, dirty, and unbearable things, together with the beauty of the world, are all softly covered by this whiteness.

After the next night's self-study, Chi Cheng didn't go back to the dormitory, and asked for leave to rush home.

Chi's father thought that Chi Cheng would live in the school tonight, so he didn't prepare any supper for him, and went into the bedroom early and lay down on the bed.

However, there were too many things on my mind, even if I lay down early, I still couldn't fall asleep.Just when Papa Chi was full of thoughts, he suddenly heard the sound of the door opening.

Didn't you say that you will go back to the dormitory at night?Why are you back again?Papa Chi sat up from the bed in an instant, got out of bed and left the bedroom.

The light in the entrance was on, and Chi Cheng's head and shoulders were covered with a thin layer of snow, which began to melt visibly in the warm air in the room.

"Chengcheng? It's snowing outside, why did you come back? Is it cold? Go and dry your hair and blow dry, so you don't catch a cold. Dad thought you were staying at school tonight, so he didn't prepare supper for you. Stomach Are you hungry? Daddy will warm you up with milk first?"

As Papa Chi said, he hurried to the kitchen.

"Father! Wait!" Chi Cheng stood still, but stopped him suddenly.

Papa Chi turned around and saw his son who was still standing at the door without moving a step, and felt a little uneasy.

"Father, did you already know that Chi Yuan would leave?"

As expected, he still came, and what should be asked could not escape the answer.That being the case, Papa Chi also spoke out.

"Yes, I know. They left the night before yesterday. Grandpa Chi was ill. Your Uncle Chi asked for leave and took Chi Yuan with him."

"That's why you are so relieved to let me go back to the dormitory?"

Facing his son's questioning, the old father was a little sad, but he was powerless to refute.He really felt sorry for his son, and he had to take a long detour to go home in such a cold day.He didn't have so much worry and disbelief towards his son.

However, it is undeniable that he let his son go back to school because he was sure that Chi Yuan was leaving.No matter how he explained it, in his son's eyes, it was all the result of his old father's plot.

Chi's father knew that all explanations would be futile, so he didn't continue to follow Chi Cheng's question, but directly changed the topic to a new one.

"Chengcheng, the weather will be warmer next semester. You should go home and live here. Dad wants to spend more time with you and take care of you... Otherwise, after you graduate from college and go to work, It will be difficult for Dad to see you every day like now. Dad has missed too much. "

Chi Cheng hesitated for a moment, nodded his head and said "yes" lightly, then turned his head and walked towards his bedroom.

"Cheng Cheng..."

"I'm not hungry!"

Before Chi's father finished speaking, Chi Cheng abruptly interrupted him.Chi Cheng looked normal, as if nothing happened at all.But Chi's father knew that the more calm his son was, the more turbulent the pain in his heart would be.

Chi's father just watched Chi Cheng's back disappear into the door, and the door closed gently, making a deafening sound in the silent night.

Papa Chi stepped forward and lightly knocked on the door panel.

"Cheng Cheng..."

Papa Chi wanted to say that it wasn't that he didn't want to tell him, nor was he worried about him, or didn't believe him, but Papa Chi didn't say anything in the end.

A muffled voice came through the door: "Dad, I'm going to sleep, you should go to bed early too! It's snowing and the roads are slippery. I won't go home for dinner these days."

The next day, not long after Chi Cheng returned to school, he developed a low-grade fever.He had a splitting headache and didn't tell anyone. He went to the school hospital alone to prescribe cold medicine.

For several days, Chi Cheng felt mentally weak.

The post bar stopped, but it couldn't resist the fearful words of people.Chi Yuan's departure and his sluggishness made the rumors about him and Chi Yuan more and more outrageous.

Whether he went to the classroom, to the cafeteria, or back to the dormitory, there were always all kinds of eyes staring at him secretly along the way.Chi Cheng turned a blind eye to it, he didn't bother to care about those rumors spreading around, and he turned into the ice sculpture that was frozen for thousands of miles in the past.

Although his father concealed the news of Chi Yuan's departure from him, he still thanked his father for never saying harsh words to him or confiscating his mobile phone.This left him with a glimmer of hope. He believed that as long as he kept the phone on, Chi Yuan would always have a chance to find him.

The lessons of the holidays are day after day, and it seems that there are only two things left in Chicheng's life. Apart from studying, they are waiting and missing.

But more than ten days have passed, and he has never received a call from a stranger, and the black rabbit has been gray and not lit.

The days are getting longer day by day, and the morning sun brings warmth day by day.

After the morning reading class that day, he was leaning on the window sill of the boiling water room alone and looking at the scenery outside the window, with English lessons playing in the earphones.

From time to time, some classmates came in to fetch boiling water behind him. Before entering, he could hear the ups and downs of talking and laughing, but when they saw his back, they all became silent as if they were frozen.

At this time, his elbow was lightly poked by a slender fingertip.

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Silent collection...