Ding, your little fool is online

When the words fell, the wind outside the window quietly grabbed the branches and swayed them, matching the beating frequency of Motoko's heart.

"Brother, younger brother." Yuan Xing suddenly turned his head, just in time to see Ling Qiuchi coming in with his wheels spinning.

"Xiao Qiu is here." Fang Qiuyue smiled kindly, and pointed to the place next to Yuan Xing, "Come here, have you eaten yet?"

"I haven't eaten yet." Ling Qiuchi's forehead hair was blown by the wind through the window, revealing a red scar on his forehead.

He hastily stretched out his hand to press down the hair on his forehead, and straightened it out, as if he didn't want others to see him, and continued to pass here as if nothing had happened.

However, Yuan Xing still saw it, he got up quickly, and asked in a panic: "Brother, brother, there is a piece on your forehead, there is a..."

Ling Qiuchi interrupted him coldly: "You are wrong."

After he finished speaking, he immediately became annoyed again. Isn't it just trying to cover up what he said, to prove that there is something on his forehead.

But Yuan Xing believed it foolishly, and nodded: "Oh, oh."

After Ling Qiuchi and Yuan Xing sat in a row, they looked at Fang Qiuyue with four eyes with moles of tears, each pair seemed to be able to speak.

In spite of Ling Qiuchi's condition today seems to be a little worse than the previous few days, there is a slight black cyan under the eyes, the haze in the eyes seems to be thicker than before, the lips are also tightly pressed into a slit, forcibly The corners of Chiu's lips seemed to have been carved out of the stone wall with great effort.

Fang Qiuyue turned her head and asked Yuan Xing: "Yuan Xing hasn't eaten yet, right?"

"Well, still, I haven't eaten yet." Yuan Xing nodded, and peeked sideways at Ling Qiuchi beside him.

Ling Qiuchi seemed unhappy, turned around and asked Yuan Xing, "Why are you peeking at me?"

Yuan Xing was stunned for a moment, feeling that this situation and scene seemed familiar, he pursed his lips, and what he said was also familiar: "I, I didn't peek, I did, I saw it openly."

However, Ling Qiuchi's reaction was different from Wang Yuyang's. He raised his eyelids, glanced at Yuan Xing inexplicably, and then turned his eyes away, looking at the tree shadow and sunshine on Fang Qiuyue's table.

Fang Qiuyue, who witnessed the episode of the two, smiled, opened the drawer of her desk, took out two small breads, and gave one to each of them: "Since you haven't eaten anything, let's eat something to pad your stomach." , don’t starve.”

"Thank you, Grandma Fang."

"Thank you, thank you grandma."

Ling Qiuchi skillfully tore open the package with jagged edges, took a small bite, and chewed slowly without making a sound.Yuan Xing took a little effort to tear open the package, the plastic rubbed against each other and made a rustling sound, and the bread almost fell to the ground, probably because he was really hungry and ate so much.

Yuan Xing secretly looked at Ling Qiuchi while eating the bread.

He just said to Fang Qiuyue that he wanted to talk to Ling Qiuchi as his "first child", but in fact he wanted to treat Ling Qiuchi as his first "patient", although he is not a doctor yet, even I still have some problems, but I always want to try it with my heart.There is no way to solve the problem from the root cause, at least it can make Ling Qiuchi happy.

So, taking advantage of eating bread and peeking, Yuan Xing's little brain turned crazily and at a high speed, recalling what Chen Xing said and the tone of his voice when he was undergoing psychotherapy in the morning, thinking about how to speak to Ling Qiuchi.

He actually thought a lot just now, and wanted to ask if Ling Qiuchi's leg still hurts, and if he was still being bullied at school.But now Yuan Xing, when he is actually sitting in line with Ling Qiuchi, all he can think of is "Eat, have you eaten yet?"

However, this only sentence has already been robbed by Fang Qiuyue.

Yuan Xing, whose mind was empty, could not help but squeeze the bun tightly, and sighed.

As soon as he sighed, Ling Qiuchi's voice suddenly rang again: "So, what do you want to say to me?"

"Ah?" Yuanxing's shoulders trembled when he was frightened, and the remaining half of the small bread fell to the ground together with the packaging bag, bounced twice, and rolled on the ground.

Yuan Xing hurriedly got up and picked up the bread, patted the dust on it, and pulled off the dirty part on it.

"You can't eat the ones that fall on the ground." Ling Qiuchi said, "There are bacteria, and you will get stomach upset if you eat them."

"Aiya." Yuan Xing didn't want to eat when he got up, but he felt a little embarrassed when Ling Qiuchi said that.

So Yuan Xing touched the back of his head, threw the bread into the trash can, and sat back beside Ling Qiuchi again.

"Huh?" Yuan Xing suddenly noticed that Fang Qiuyue, who was still sitting in the seat just now, was gone, so he asked, "Grandma, where is grandma?"

"Just went out." Ling Qiuchi was wiping his hands with a wet tissue, and asked Yuan Xing, "Do you want it?"

"I, I don't want it anymore, thank you brother." Yuan Xing said, leaning his hands on the bench behind him, looking up at the sunlight on the ceiling, pursing his lips.

Ling Qiuchi seemed a little displeased with the phrase "brother", but he only moved the corner of his mouth slightly, and didn't say much.

The air was extremely quiet for a moment, the sound of wind, birdsong and warm sun filled the room.

Yuan Xing and Ling Qiuchi sat side by side, one raised his head and the other lowered his head, which resembled the life direction and lifestyle chosen by the two, one was positive and the other was sinking alone.

Both of them have sunshine in their lives, but they have chosen different paths, which also leads to the way sunshine exists around them.

After being quiet for a while, Yuan Xing took another peek at Ling Qiuchi who was drooping. His long and thick eyelashes were hanging down to block his eyes, so he couldn't tell what his eyes were like.

Ling Qiuchi didn't think about anything, and was in a state of emptiness, looking at the black cracks in the floor.

"That, that." Yuan Xing's voice broke the sediment.

Ling Qiuchi turned to look at him in doubt, and finally had a lively expression on his face: "What?"

After being watched by Ling Qiuchi, Yuan Xing was a little flustered again, and spoke a little incoherently: "You, how are you recently, brother?"

A simple sentence pierced Ling Qiuchi's heart, and even made him a little hurt.

He is not good, not good at all, not only recently, but for a long time, he has not been good.

No one ever asked if it was okay, they only persuaded him, persuaded him, blindly imposed their ideas on him, and no one cared about him.

Ling Qiuchi's nose was a little sour, and some strong emotions seemed to come out of his eyes. He didn't speak, neither admitted nor denied.

Yuan Xing didn't seem to notice the change in his mood, and continued to say softly: "Then, brother, does your leg still hurt?"

Pain, it was cloudy and rainy the past few days, the only remaining knee joint was so painful that he couldn't sleep, and the place where the stump was worn out by the prosthesis was also like a fire, following the proof of his life, the frequency of his heartbeat, the pain beat by beat with.With the lost legs, the scars, forever imprinted on the rest of his life.

Ling Qiuchi gritted his teeth and clenched his hands tightly, his short nails deeply embedded in his flesh.

This little idiot with Chinese cabbage, does he even know what he is asking?

Yuan Xing, who didn't get a response, lowered his head, picked his hand, and continued to ask: "Last time, the fried chicken last time was delicious. Hey, those bad guys at school, yes, did they bully you again? I, I I can help you again!"

"If, if you need it..." Yuan Xingyue said, his voice became softer, and he seemed a little unconfident, "I, I can do it, and you don't need to buy me fried chicken..."

He asked three questions in a row, but didn't get any response, so he couldn't help but looked at Ling Qiuchi worriedly: "Brother, younger brother?"

It doesn't matter if you don't look at it, after looking at it, Yuan Xing found that Qiuchi seemed a little unhappy.

So he hurriedly asked: "Brother, you, are you angry?"

Ling Qiuchi still ignored him and didn't look at him.Taking a deep breath, he paused for a while under Yuan Xing's worried and guilty gaze, until the raised veins on the back of his hand were flattened, then he turned his head slowly and fixed his eyes on Yuan Xing.

"Do you know, what are you asking?" He gritted his teeth.

Yuan Xing was taken aback, and replied foolishly: "I know, I know."

Ling Qiuchi was also taken aback, as if he didn't expect Yuan Xing's answer, or rather, he didn't expect Yuan Xing to answer this question at all.

"I..." Yuan Xing scratched the back of his head, "Of course I do, I know, I've thought about it for a long time, otherwise why would I ask you?"

Ling Qiuchi's emotions aroused by those three questions just now were extinguished by Yuan Xing's dumbfounding, and the feeling of sore nose just now disappeared.

"Hey..." He sighed helplessly.

He can't get angry with the rare people who care about him.

After all, the long-standing grievances and resentment are true, and so is the emotion at this moment.

"Little Cabbage." Ling Qiuchi asked, "Didn't your family come to pick you up? What are you doing sitting here?"

"I'll pick you up in a while." Yuan Xing said honestly, "I'm here too, waiting for you."

"Oh." Ling Qiuchi nodded, not knowing why, "Then you just want to tell me this?"

Yuan Xing lowered his head, as if a little embarrassed: "Actually, in fact, there are more than these, but others, I, I haven't thought about it yet, wait, wait for the next time."

Ling Qiuchi smiled, unable to understand the meaning of the laughter: "Let's do it next time, next time."

Yuan Xing suddenly raised his head and let out an "ah".

Ling Qiuchi seemed to be taken aback, and looked at him with wide eyes: "What are you doing? Scaring people to death?"

Yuan Xing suddenly thought of another question.

It was the first time I met Chen Xing, Chen Xing asked his name if it had any special meaning.

The name Yuan Xing was really a mistake. He was originally called Yuan Xing, but because the staff made a mistake when entering the account, Little Xingxing became Little Lucky.

Chen Xing told him that everyone's name carries the expectations of their parents for a person, which is the best blessing in the world, and also implies the most unique meaning in the world.This is something everyone needs to know.

So he asked: "Brother, brother, does your name have any different meanings?"

Make autumn late.

Taken apart, there are "Ling" and "Qiuchi". Ling means beautiful, and Qiuchi means late autumn.

Although Ling Qiuchi was born at the end of September, the branches were still green at that time. Autumn seemed to come a little later. There was no continuous autumn rain on the day of birth, and the sunny sunshine was very warm. It was a beautiful, belated autumn.

He had a car accident in autumn, on a day of autumn rain and autumn leaves flying in the sky.Since then, whether it is the early autumn, the punctual autumn equinox, or the late autumn, it is no longer beautiful.

Asked by Yuan Xing, Qiuchi immediately recalled this story.

But when the good is no longer good, it seems that there is no need to tell the good stories of the past.

His life is a ridiculous and sad joke.

In stark contrast to the bleak autumnal equinox, the spring breeze blew on Ling Qiuchi's forehead again. He didn't rush to press down the hair on his forehead, and the red mark on his forehead was completely exposed to Yuan Xing's gaze.

"It doesn't make any sense. It's just three ordinary words put together. They don't mean anything."

Even the bright spring light could not illuminate those eyes full of silence.

Yuan Xing's short hair was also blown up by the wind, revealing a smooth forehead, and the edge of the forehead hair was dyed with layers of light gold by the spring light.There is also a little bit of daytime sparks in the pupils, wanting to use his insignificant power to burn through the hazy plain.

"Brother." Yuan Xing moved closer, looking at Ling Qiuchi with a good look.

Ling Qiuchi blinked in astonishment.

"You, you lied." Yuan Xing said.