My Underachieving Seatmate Doesn't Need Any Comforting

Qiao Shao suppressed the surge in his chest and ate the crabs on the table.

After only one bite, he couldn't hold back his nausea and went to the bathroom to retch.

In fact, there is nothing to vomit, I haven't eaten for two days, and my stomach is empty.

He wanted to wash his face, but saw the person in the mirror.

——Skinny, pale as paper, as if crawling out of the grave.

Qiao Shao lowered his head suddenly, turned the faucet, and flushed water in his face.

The cold water restored his heartbeat, and when he looked in the mirror again, he had returned to normal.

He was still thin and pale, but not that kind of skinny and thin, nor that kind of bloodless dead face.

He has come back, has come back!

Qiao Shao's hands that wiped his face with a towel kept shaking.

At ten forty in the evening, Qiao Zongmin returned home.

As soon as Aunt Wu saw him, she said worriedly: "Sir, Shaoshao didn't eat anything for dinner."

Qiao Zongmin was taken aback.

Aunt Wu was worried all night: "As soon as he came back, I saw that his expression was not right."

Qiao Zongmin took off his coat and said, "I'll go see him."

Aunt Wu couldn't say much, so she could only take his coat and help him hang it in the cloakroom.

Qiao Zongmin knew it well. Zhang Guanting reminded him that the final exam must be a hurdle for Qiao Shao.

Especially when Qiao Shao has just improved a little and his self-confidence has increased, if he is hit again, it is very likely that he will return to the original state.

Although he was mentally prepared, he was still afraid when he thought of his increasingly normal son not eating or sleeping again.

"Shao Shao?" Qiao Zongmin knocked on the door, "Are you asleep?"

How could Qiao Shao sleep, he hid the wooden stick under the pillow, got up and opened the door: "I'm about to fall asleep." He pretended to yawn.

Qiao Zongmin thought about it, and didn't dare to ask him about dinner: "Is it going to be a holiday?" He didn't even dare to mention the exam.

Qiao Shao said: "After receiving the grades, we will have summer vacation."

Qiao Zongmin asked, "Then... when will you return to school?"

Qiao Shao paused and said, "Four days later." That's when the results came out.

Qiao Zongmin thought for a long time, and thought of a topic that would make Qiao Shao happy: "Aren't you asking your classmates out to play these few days?"

Qiao Shao stabbed in the heart, and was stabbed solidly by his father.

He casually gave a reason and said: "I still have to participate in the competition of the mathematics club, and I have been reviewing at home in the past few days."

Qiao Zongmin heard him say this, and immediately responded: "That's fine! Then Dad won't bother you."

Qiao Shao nodded and said good night to him.

After closing the door, Qiao Shao sat on the floor...

Before the exam, He Shen said: "When you are waiting for the league, you can come to my house and do the questions."

Qiao Shao agreed.

But now...

He buried his head in his knees and sat against the door all night.

He thought that he had become better, that he was not a "psychopath" anymore, that he could live like a normal person.

But in fact, he can't.

As soon as he entered the examination room, he showed his true colors.

It is embarrassing to be number one from the bottom, but the most unacceptable thing for him is that he has not changed.

Qiao Shao really thought he had changed.

He thought of his mother, remembered the scattered memories, and even remembered the room under the incandescent lamp...

But it didn't work.

He still didn't dare to go up to the third floor, still couldn't remember what happened that year, and still didn't know who the person who kidnapped him was.

He is still that waste shrunk in a hard shell, paralyzing himself and dragging all those who love him to suffer.

How to recover.

How can I get out.

How to live as a person.

Qiao Shao tightly hugged his knees, and his nails left deep marks on his calves through the pajama pants.

With this appearance, what qualifications does he have to confess to He Shen.

Such a good He Shen, how could he have the face to disturb his life.

Qiao Shao stayed up all night, and He Shen also sat in the rented house all night.

The phone was unavailable, and no one responded to WeChat, so Qiao Shao completely ignored him.

He Shen leaned on the sofa, looking straight ahead without blinking.

There is no TV in the rental house, and there is a low-quality painting displayed there, and dozens of prints on the floor stand, which are so poor that they are worthless.

But He Shen was like staring at a world-famous painting, seeing every detail of it clearly, and remembering it clearly.

He needs this distraction, the need to memorize something worthless to stop his brain from remembering.

Is it really a good thing to have a good memory?

Do not……

It is absolutely painful when all the memories can be played back precisely like a movie.

Remember the good things clearly, and remember the bad things clearly.

A man who cannot forget, everything turns out to be bad in the end.

Just like now, Qiao Shao ignored him.

Every bit of their getting along has become a painful memory.

And he will never forget it.

After losing his mother five years ago, He Shen thought that he would never like anyone.

Whether it is friends or lovers, he no longer needs important people in his life.

Because loss is so painful, and it is especially cruel to a person who cannot forget.

But he met Qiao Shao...

A child who resembled himself five years ago, but was weaker than himself at that time.

He Shen had unknowingly protected him by his side, but he couldn't protect him for a lifetime.

Qiao Shao noticed his feelings and began to alienate him, what next?

He Shen took a breath, and tried to look at the cheap computer-printed picture.

- to be friends.

He can be friends with Qiao Shao.

As long as Qiao Shao is always around and he can still look at him, that's fine.

He will definitely not disturb his life.

If Qiao Shao really bothered him, he would switch seats when the next semester started.

He Shen closed his eyes, and two words echoed in his heart——

There is only one Qiao Shao in this life.

Will never love anyone again.

The next day, Qiao Shao logged into QQ with his mobile phone, and saw the message from the president of the mathematics club: "Brother Larry, how are you preparing? Don't forget about tomorrow's league game! It's better to answer the questions online, just participate on time. "

Qiao Shao replied to him: "Well, I won't miss it."

The pillar of the pillar happened to be online, and he immediately replied: "Actually, you don't need to prepare too much, you can just perform normally. This time, our brothers will join forces and turn those gangsters off their backs!"

Qiao Shao was not in the mood to chat, and wanted to go offline after a perfunctory sentence, but the pillar of support said again: "By the way, I think we have the hope of taking the first place in this final exam."

Qiao Shao was taken aback for a moment, and asked intently, "How is it possible?"

The pillar of the pillar said mysteriously: "You are also in the first examination room, don't you see it?"

Qiao Shao was in the shitty first examination room, and he typed quickly: "I didn't see it, He Shen..." After typing, he realized that the name was wrong, deleted it and changed it to, "He didn't play well, Xueshen? "

The pillar of the pillar sighed and said: "Who knows, every family has scriptures that are difficult to recite, and they have handed in blank papers for learning the Chinese and composition of God."

Qiao Shao's heart skipped a beat.

The pillar of the pillar said: "The topic this time is supposed to be too simple, even elementary school students can do it, but to be honest, it's kind of fucked up. When I wrote it, I remembered that my mother would cook for me at five in the morning and wait for me at eleven o'clock in the evening." Accompany me to do my homework, I almost cry myself..."

He babbled a lot, but he didn't know that there was no one on QQ.

Qiao Shao casually changed his clothes and went out. He couldn't wait to hail a taxi and asked the driver Uncle Chen to take him to school.

He wanted to see He Shen, and he wanted to see him right now!

How could he be so selfish.

He Shen came to him after the Chinese test, why did he drive him away like that?

Facing such a problem...he was in pain, so wouldn't He Shen be in pain?

On the edge of the basketball court, Qiao Shao will never forget He Shen's lost voice when he talked about his mother.

What has he done!

She only cared about complaining about herself, and didn't think about He Shen at all!

Miraculously, when Qiao Shao was worried about He Shen, the shadow that had always enveloped his heart gradually tended to dissipate.

It is important to be cared for.

Caring for others is also a kind of self-salvation.

When Qiao Shao got out of the car, the words He Shen said to him echoed in his mind——

We are not only parents, as long as we keep going, we will meet many good people.

Like you.

Like you.

These three words gave Qiao Shao great courage.

He wants to tell He Shen, he wants to tell him everything!

Because He Shen regarded him as a very good person he met after losing his mother!

Climbing all the way to the third floor, Qiao Shao was very nervous after ringing the doorbell.

The door opened, and He Shen froze when he saw him.

Qiao Shao was afraid that his courage would disappear, so he opened his mouth and said, "I want to talk to you!"

He Shen's pupils shrank, and his voice was hoarse: "Come in and talk."

Qiao Shao didn't dare to go in, he lowered his head and stood up straight: "No need!"

He Shen choked for a moment, knowing what he was going to say.

He made mental preparations all night, but he didn't expect to face it at dawn.

That's okay, if you talk about it early, he will put away all the thoughts that shouldn't be there.

They spoke at the same time and said two completely different sentences.

Qiao Shao: "I'm sorry He Shen, I like you!"

He Shen: "I will restrain myself, and I won't like you anymore."