Forbidden color

"Om——"

appeared again.

A sudden burst of tinnitus accompanied by dizziness, Wen Sitian closed his eyes, and buried his face in the book, this happened to him from time to time recently, the buzzing sound lasted only a few seconds at first, and gradually he couldn't tell the time, The sound was ridiculously loud, high-frequency harsh, like the howling sound of a poor-quality microphone.

But the tinnitus that stripped him from the world made him feel relaxed for a short while, even soothing his tightly bound heart.

There is no place for him to indulge in dullness and gloom except in darkness.

He was especially afraid that Wen Sirin would see it.

He missed Luan Jian, but he didn't want to go to the hospital to find him again.

He has obviously started to suffer from insomnia in the past few days. He just woke up early a while ago. Since he got the 5.5 IELTS score card, he can hardly feel whether he slept or not throughout the night. The darkness and silence dragged the time It was long and compressed, and it became a maze with no exit. He was so anxious that he almost cried. There were always classes or exams on the second day, and he couldn't sleep, and he couldn't get better.

Although Wen Silin didn't express any opinion on this, seeing him unhappy, he even bought sweets every day in different ways to comfort him in every possible way. Since Wen Sitian vomited a lot, he seldom bought him dairy products.He is still very busy, but he always comes back at night to have dinner with him, sleep with him, and after seeing that he is almost asleep, kiss him carefully, and then go to the study with the computer in his arms.

But he couldn't get better, his grades couldn't get better, his body couldn't get better, and he couldn't even control his spirit.

Whether he went abroad to study or stayed in school, his grades were too poor.

He was sorry for Wen Sirin's kiss on his forehead, those crispy snacks and full suitcases.

"... Tian Tian... Tian Tian?"

The tinnitus gradually subsided, Wen Sitian was suddenly awakened, raised his head and said, "...what?"

"Are you sleepy? If you're sleepy, stop reading and go to sleep." Wen Sirin said with a slight frown. Seeing him lying on the book, he thought he was asleep.

Wen Sitian cheered up and straightened up, "I'm not sleepy, let's watch for a while."

He memorized this page of vocabulary yesterday, but today he has completely forgotten it, and he can't even find the remaining impressions. If this continues, he will never be able to go to Singapore to study in this life.

But he didn't know what to do, he could only endure the pain in his temple and watch it over and over again, pretending to be working hard all the time.

But it was very tiring, and almost exhausted his few energy.

"By the way, my leave has been approved. Let's go out to play next week, shall we?" Wen Silin approached, hugged him from behind, stretched his hands from under his t-shirt to knead him, Wen Sitian's flesh was still soft , but getting thinner and thinner, touching a handful of bones.

"Okay." Wen Sitian nodded, leaning his face on Wen Sirin's arm.

He thought he should be more excited, so he raised his head and laughed.

Wen Sirin's brows did not relax, he asked softly: "...Tian Tian, ​​are you unhappy?"

He said like an obedient cat: "No..."

He should be happy, although he doesn't want to laugh, and can hardly feel happy emotions, but he has been looking forward to it for so long, so he should be happy.

Wen Sirin stretched out her hand and touched the center of his brow, with unconcealed worry in her eyes: "...Don't look, you don't bring books when you go out to play, okay?"

"But……"

"Just for a week, take it easy." Wen Sirin reached out and closed his book, "Tian Tian, ​​what's the matter with you recently?"

"I didn't do well in the exam..."

He was telling the truth, he was anxious about his powerlessness, he couldn't learn, and he sat here wasting his life every day.

She couldn't even concentrate on thinking about Yan Qing, but luckily he didn't show up again, and Wen Sirin didn't mention him either.

"If you fail the exam, you will fail the exam. It's not that you are going to Singapore tomorrow..." The notebook issued a message that a new email was received, Wen Sirin turned to look at the screen, and continued to comfort, "Don't worry, brother will wait for you Yes, how long will I wait for you."

He obviously felt a pain in the heart.

He couldn't stand Wen Sirin's soft and indulgent attitude, but he couldn't refute it. His eyes were already sore and sore from lack of sleep. He closed them forcefully, turned around and buried them in Wen Sirin's arms. His voice could not be heard through the fibers of his clothes. Not knowing how much emotion was inside, he said sullenly: "...I don't want you to wait for me..."

He can't be a liability all the time.

Besides, how long can Wen Sirin wait for him?a year?two years?Let him stay in a low place with this ineffective self forever?

He himself didn't dare to expect to hang out with Wen Sirin for a long time, no matter how much he promised himself, let alone this harsh and fickle world.

He also wants to be a strong person who doesn't have to be attached to Wen Sirin, who doesn't have to make him feel wronged and accommodate him.

After only a moment, Wen Sitian calmed down a little. He took a deep breath and left Wen Silin's arms, asking, "Has the result of your application come out?"

Wen Sirin stared at his sad eyebrows for no reason, and didn't answer him immediately, but just sighed: "...Tian Tian, ​​why do you always look at me like this..." He touched the corner of Wen Sitian's eyes with his finger, "Why do you look at me like this?" Red blood? Do you want to go to the hospital?"

Wen Sitian rubbed his eyes and muttered, "It's okay... dry eyes..."

Wen Silin looked at him for a while, and then said: "The results haven't come out yet, so I don't think there's much hope." He lowered his head, and leaned very affectionately next to Wen Sitian's face, "Where do you like? I can apply to other schools."

Is it still his turn to choose?According to the current state, it is questionable whether he can graduate smoothly.

But he still cheered up, smiled and said: "Let's talk about it." Wen Sirin's computer was beeping, he pointed and said: "You go to work, I will go to bed after watching it for half an hour."

When Wen Sirin returned to the bedroom, it was already 12 o'clock, and Wen Sitian tightly closed his eyes, trying to convince himself that he was already asleep.

However, until Wen Sirin's breathing calmed down evenly, he was still very energetic, melancholy and excited.

He doesn't understand what he is anymore. Even when Wen Sirin abused him the most, he still loves sweets, reads comics, and is still interested in teasing Wen Sirin.

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There is also the matter of going to the beach, he has been looking forward to it for a year, Wen Sirin scraped together a vacation to accompany him, but he couldn't be happier.

The fragrant gift that was right in front of my eyes seemed to have suddenly deteriorated.

Maybe his heart has gone bad.

How much he wished that he could jump into Wen Sirin's arms like before, and act like a baby with all his heart, asking him to kiss him and hug him, and tell him what a precious gift this is, instead of being so ignorant and like a basin of cold water Reaction.

He was so disappointed in himself.

Maybe Wen Sirin was also very disappointed, he was so busy, he squeezed out time to hang out with this stupid kid who failed three subjects, but he couldn't get a sincere smile.

The small and distant sounds outside the door and window were also amplified, and the accompaniment that used to set off the tranquility was all noisy, and Wen Sitian curled up and buried himself in the quilt, allowing those silent tears to seep in.

He needs to get better as soon as possible, maybe, he can try to see a doctor again, change the hospital, change the doctor.

Maybe, find an opportunity to tell my brother that he doesn't want to ruin it in his own hands, and he doesn't want to let the happiness that may come true be blocked by his illness.

"I'll be fine..." He said his wish to the quilt and to the night in a trembling voice, "Everything will be fine..."

He has waited for so long for Wen Sirin who was out of reach in the past, so he won't be here.

"It will be fine..." He buried himself in the quilt, choked up nervously and repeated several times, like a child who has been beaten, as if he could believe it even more when he said it.

On the second day, Wen Silin was about to go to work when he found that Wen Sitian was slowly putting on his coat, and asked curiously, "Are you going out?"

"Well...I want to go out to play..." Wen Sitian nodded, he planned to go to the hospital.

This is very strange, Wen Sitian doesn't like to move when he thinks about it, and recently he has become a brooding little hen, lest others will steal the eggs he has laid at home.

"Where are you going? I'll take you there." Wen Sirin rented a car and planned to drive to the beach. He hadn't driven a car in the past two years and wanted to warm up his hands.

"No...I want to go by myself..." Wen Sitian lowered his head to button his button, he felt his eyes were a bit swollen and refused to look up.

Wen Sirin came over and touched his cheek, only to feel that he was thinner than before, and coaxed him: "Tian Tian, ​​it's very hot outside, I'll take you there." Seeing that Wen Sitian was silent, he said, "If you want No I put you down at a distance and don't talk to your friends."

"No need... hurry up, you're going to be late." Wen Sitian refused to enter, and pushed him away.

Wen Sirin took a few steps back and looked at Wen Sitian outside the door. He was wearing a pair of wide linen trousers, with a thin and white calf exposed underneath. For some reason, he looked like a bird caught in a trap. He looked at him with a comforting smile.Wen Sirin seemed hesitant to speak, but in the end he just said in a sincere tone: "You can hang out with anyone you want, brother will take you there, okay?"

He is very familiar with this expression, every time he is sick, he will see such a helpless expression mixed with distress.

My brother is a great brother, but he can't drive away illness like he drives away his bullies.

Wen Sitian's heart was suddenly pried open, and there was a bitterness in his heart.

For the first time, he felt that his brother was a little pitiful.

He couldn't cure his only brother.

"Okay, I'm going to the Cultural Palace." He casually mentioned a place.

Wen Sirin breathed a sigh of relief, walked in again, and helped him carry his schoolbag.

There are many transfer routes for the Cultural Palace, and Wen Sitian chose the Central Hospital which is far away from the Second City Hospital.

The Central Hospital is only a second-class hospital with a small scale and no special depression department, so he followed the advice of his doctor and was admitted to the psychiatry department.

Probably because everyone's life is going well, the psychiatric department is empty, and the old experts who are attending the clinic have a sad face, and they seem to be more depressed than Wen Sitian, and there is an unpleasant decayed smell in the office.

He missed Luan Jian who had orange soda ready at all times.

The two listless doctors had several rounds of questioning and answering with the patient. The old expert asked him for medical records. Wen Sitian was stunned and hesitated: "I lost it..."

After moving in to live with Wen Sirin, he was afraid that Wen Sirin would see that everything related to the hospital was entrusted to Luan Jian for safekeeping.

The old expert asked about the symptoms, gave him the evaluation form, and even printed it out. Like a grandson whose grandfather watched him do his homework, he quickly completed those boring tests. In the buzzing sound, I miss Luan Jian. At that time, he was doing assessments on Luan Jian's computer.

There will also be small biscuits to eat.

Recently, Wen Sitian's appetite was almost gone, and he missed those ordinary snacks. He couldn't fill his appetite, and looked very sadly at the only food on the old expert's table——Huangshan Maofeng.

I don't know how Luan Jian is doing now, whether he has been promoted as he wished, whether the little tortoise raised at home is still alive, whether he has successfully proposed to his girlfriend.

He was as relieved as missing a distant friend.