Squad leader

The daily life of students is to look forward to the holidays, the National Day when school starts, and New Year's Day such as National Day, New Year's Eve on New Year's Day, and Qingming and May Day on New Year's Eve.

The spring breeze of reforms on New Year's Day is blowing, and there is finally a chance to breathe out of various exams.

After the last class, birds and animals scattered in the classroom, Jiang Tian still stayed in the classroom to study, and now with Ding Yang as the driver, he was not in a hurry to go home by car.

After class, Ding Yang went directly to the gymnasium to find Zhang to teach him extra training.

The days in winter were short, and it was already dark at six o'clock. Ding Yang parked his little eDonkey in the parking lot downstairs of Wenti. Jiang Tian packed up the schoolbags of the two of them and went to the parking lot to wait for Ding Yang.

There is a row of poplar trees planted behind the gymnasium. The leaves have fallen to the ground like mummified corpses, scratching the ground with "babbling and babbling" and making a hoarse sound, which always gives people a bad feeling.

With two schoolbags on his shoulders, Jiang Tian vaguely watched a figure in the parking lot.

Suddenly, an increasingly intense smell of blood came over.

Ding Yang dropped his schoolbag and rushed over in two or three steps.

The fishy smell made people feel nauseous.

"Zhao Wen!"

"Squad...squad leader..."

Zhao Wen's vision was already blurred, he was holding a utility knife in one hand, and blood was gushing from the wrist of the other hand, he smiled amusedly, "Squad leader, I... can't keep working hard, I want to take a break ..."

Looking at his desperate and broken expression, Jiang Tian was so cold that he couldn't move, "No... no! You can't do this, you wait for me, I'll call someone!"

Jiang Tian slammed his chest several times, suppressing the regurgitation in his stomach, "Come here! Someone has died! Ding, Ding Yang, where are you Ding Yang?! Ding Yang, you, come here!"

Jiang Tian only felt a huge stone pressing on his chest and couldn't breathe.

Zhao Wen's bloody wrist made him unable to open his eyes.

……

"I want to take a break..."

"I can't hold on anymore..."

……

Jiang Tian rushed out of the parking lot, panicked and shouted: "Come on! Ding Yang, Ding Yang!"

Ding Yang, who was changing clothes in the bathroom, faintly heard Jiang Tian's voice. Before he had time to put on a sweater, he was wearing a short-sleeved training suit and followed the sound and pushed open the bathroom window. He was facing Jiang Tian's red eyes and flustered face. I wanted to prop myself up and jump out of the rear window.

"Grass!" It's so high behind the rear window!

Ding Yang staggered two steps and rushed forward to hug Jiang Tian.

Jiang Tian was trembling all over, holding Ding Yang's arm with both hands, and there was a lot of blood on the sleeve, which made him want to vomit.

Watching the light in his eyes disappear little by little, Ding Yang shouted in panic: "Squad leader, what's wrong with you, you, you slow down, don't scare me."

Jiang Tian lost control of his emotions and knelt on the ground, "Go and save people, save people!"

Ding Yang ran towards the direction pointed by Jiang Tian. Zhao Wen had already fallen into a slight coma and began to babble. There was a small pool of blood on his hand, and the utility knife in the other hand fell to the ground.

Ding Yang turned his head and patted Jiang Tian's back, and gently covered his eyes with his palm, "Brother Tian, ​​close your eyes and don't look!"

He glanced at the rear window of the Cultural and Sports Building, and rushed over to hammer the office window where the light was still on, "Teacher, teacher! Something happened! Coach! Teacher, someone died!"

In less than half a minute, Jiang Tian saw two teachers rushing out of the stadium. The teacher's eyes widened suddenly when he saw the scene.

"Call for an ambulance!"

Zhao Wen was already in a coma, and the teachers in the physical education group did not dare to act rashly. The sound of an ambulance roared, and the medical staff carried a stretcher and put him in the ambulance, and the teacher also got into the ambulance.

The teacher patted Ding Yang on the shoulder, "My child, thank you very much. Don't tell the public about this matter. Let's go to the hospital first. I will inform your homeroom teacher that it's getting late. You should go home early, otherwise Parents should be worried."

Ding Yang nodded, "Thank you, teacher." Ding Yang was trembling as he spoke, and only now did he realize that the temperature was close to sub-zero, so he wore a short-sleeved quick-drying one.

In just a few minutes, the blood donation, the roaring ambulance, and the noisy shouts were all stuffed into Jiang Tian's mind. He stood still and saw the doctor and teacher carrying him into the ambulance. Like emptied the soul.

Ding Yang hugged him gently, and finally heaved a sigh of relief, "Brother, you scared me to death."

Seeing the panic on Jiang Tian's face and the blood donation on the school uniform, his first reaction was that Jiang Tian had killed someone, and even the dangerous thought of taking the blame for him jumped out of his mind.

"Brother, it's all right, let's go home."

Jiang Tian was still trembling all over, unable to restrain his emotions and began to tremble: "How could this be...how could..."

He looked at the blood on his hands, and his heart and eyes were full of Zhao Wen's weak appearance.

For a moment, Jiang Tian felt so tired. He didn't know what the meaning of learning was, and what was the purpose of studying day after day. He felt that all the value of living had disappeared, leaving only a collapsed body .

Ding Yang followed his back, "It's okay, don't be afraid, don't be afraid!"

However, Jiang Tian only babbled to himself, as if he lost his soul. Ding Yang held his face in his hands and looked at his slack gaze, "Jiang Tian! Talk to me, don't scare me!"

Ding Yang's yelling finally brought back half of his reason, Jiang Tian supported Ding Yang's arm with all his strength, "Ding, Ding Yang?"

Ding Yang pulled out a wry smile in relief, "It's me, Brother Tian, ​​it's me, let's go home."

Jiang Tian's nasal cavity was filled with soreness, and he suddenly held his head in pain, "Blame me, it's all my fault, if I found out earlier that Zhao Wen's mood would not be what it is today, it's all my fault."

"No, no, it's none of your business. No one wants this kind of thing to happen. It's none of your business. Zhao Wen will be fine, trust me."

Ding Yang pulled away his hands that kept tearing his hair, crossed them behind his back, and hugged him tightly.

Jiang Tian was out of control, and he cried on Ding Yang's shoulder, "It's all my fault, it's all my fault, it's all my fault!"

"Don't blame you don't blame you!"

Ding Yang took Jiang Tian to the bathroom to wash the blood off his hands.

The water in the bathroom is very cold, but Jiang Tian can't feel the temperature now. Ding Yang washes the blood on his hands with water little by little. The blood mixed with water is diluted little by little. He wipes his hands little by little with a tissue, and then Dab the blood on his clothes with a damp paper towel.

The blood was a little solidified, and it was like splashing a little water on the red and black school uniform, but the rust-like smell couldn't be hidden, with a kind of cramped and hopeless life.

Ding Yang hugged Jiang Tian, ​​gently pressed his head in his arms, and murmured softly, "Brother Tian, ​​it's really okay, it's okay, nothing happened, let's go home."

He kissed Jiang Tian's flustered tears, gently closed his eyes with his hands, and a small comforting warm kiss fell on his lips.

"Brother Tian, ​​we're going home."

Jiang Tian stared blankly at Ding Yang, as if he had lost his soul.

Ding Yang took a look at the blood on his body, took off his coat forcefully, rubbed it and threw it into his schoolbag, and put his coat on Jiang Tian, ​​"Brother, I'll take you home."

"go home?!"

Jiang Tian's eyes widened suddenly, and suddenly he was full of fear of home. After returning home, his parents would come to ask about the test results. They never looked at the difficulty of the questions or the psychological state of the candidates. What they cared about was always the rankings. And scores, if you don't pass the test, you will be sighed and disappointed.

don't want!Don't see that disappointed look in your eyes!

The freezing temperature made Jiang Tian tremble with fear, "No, I don't want to go home..."

Ding Yang looked at Jiang Tian distressedly, without any questioning, he hugged him gently, "Okay, let's not go back, go to my house, I will take you home."

Ding Yang wrapped Jiang Tian in the jacket, placed him behind the little eDonkey like a doll, took his arm around his waist, and rode very slowly along the way.

When passing through the shock-absorbing belt, the sense of vibration was pulled back a little. Jiang Tian leaned against Ding Yang's back, holding Ding Yang's clothes tightly, as if he was holding the last straw tightly.

The floor heating in the apartment was very hot, so Ding Yang threw the electric car downstairs and held Jiang Tian's hand all the way.

Jiang Tian tremblingly said: "I, I have to call my mother..."

Ding Yang kissed his forehead lightly, "You rest first, and leave the rest to me."

After lying on the bed, Jiang Tian only felt that his body was extremely heavy, as if he fell into the water and was dragged down desperately. He no longer had the strength to maintain his sanity, and fell into Ding Yang's soft bed and fell asleep.

Ding Yang sat on the edge of the bed and looked at his sleeping face, heaved a sigh of relief, tucked in the quilt, went to the toilet by himself, vomited cleanly, and then went out to make a call with his mobile phone.

Lao An had already called several times, and Ding Yang called back.

Lao An: "Ding Yang, where are you? What's going on? Are you and the monitor okay?"

Ding Yangqiang cheered up, "We are fine, the squad leader is at my house."

Hearing that people are safe, Lao An relaxed a little, "How is the monitor? What's going on today?"

Ding Yang patiently explained: "The class monitor just happened to see Zhao Wen cut his wrist, and the two teachers in the physical education group have already sent him to the hospital."

Lao An was very worried, "How is the squad leader?"

"I'm a bit mentally broken, and I dare not go home. I brought the class monitor to my house." After a long while, he said in a low voice, "Teacher, can you tell a lie for me?"

It was the first time for Lao An to hear Ding Yang's weak tone, "Say it."

"The squad leader's mental state is not very good. I asked him to rest at my house now. Can you talk to his parents first, and say that he went to your house to study. He will stay at your house during the New Year's Day holiday. He doesn't want to worry his family. Tomorrow I'll contact a psychiatrist to counsel him, and then go back, do you think this will work?"

Lao An frowned and thought about it. The two children witnessed this kind of thing with their own eyes. The psychological impact was indeed quite heavy, and they needed to take it easy. It was best to find a professional to counsel them. An thought about Jiang Tian's family situation. Rural areas are generally resistant to things like psychologists. He was embarrassed for a moment, but he nodded, "Both of you should do some counseling. Call me tomorrow. You two go together."

"Okay... Teacher, how is Zhao Wen's situation?"

Lao An sighed, "The person came back from the rescue, and the parents are rushing here. This is thanks to you. Let's have a good rest."

"Okay, thank you teacher."

Ding Yang and Lao An finished their confessions, and then sent a text message to Jiang Tian's home on his mobile phone. Wang Ruiqin replied, "Listen to the teacher carefully, and don't cause trouble for the teacher." Ding Yang stretched out on the sofa, thinking The previous picture was played back in the video, and my classmates were lying in front of me dripping with blood, and their lives became fragile like ice in an instant.

Suppressing the nausea in his chest, he packed the bloody school uniform out of his schoolbag, took a washbasin and soaked it in, and began to scrub the blood stains very unskillfully.

When Aunt Zhang came over, she brought a portion of pig blood. Thinking that Ding Yang had been exercising a lot, and wanted to replenish his energy and blood, Ding Yang held her down, "Auntie, don't make this dish, it will be bloody tonight." Don’t do it if you’re so angry, just make some vegetarian ones, make an extra serving, and my squad leader will be there.”

Aunt Zhang looked at him worriedly, "Okay, let's make some vegetarian food tonight."

Seeing that Ding Yang has been squatting to wash a bloody school uniform, and it doesn't look like a girl's menstruation got on the clothes, Aunt Zhang is really worried, "Ding Yang, what's the matter with your clothes."

Ding Yang didn't hide much, and put the matter lightly, Aunt Zhang sighed, "It's hard for you students, I heard that every year there are people who commit suicide because of the pressure of study, you guys are doing well, we can't pass the exam It’s okay to go to university, 360 lines, every line will be the number one.”

Ding Yang smiled, "Thank you, Auntie."

Auntie Zhang felt sorry for him, she was just a child, and she had to carry it alone when encountering such a thing, and there was no one to talk to, "You go and have a rest, Auntie will wash this clothes for you."

Ding Yang didn't refuse anymore, "By the way, auntie, do you have any relatives and friends who work in the hospital? Do you know which psychological counseling is better in J City?"

"Auntie, ask for help. Go and rest. I'll put the pot in the pot for you to keep warm when the meal is ready. You don't have to rush to eat."

"Thank you auntie."

After finishing all this work, Ding Yang pushed open the bedroom door, Jiang Tian slept very restlessly, his brows were almost knit together.

Ding Yang leaned into his body and pressed his eyebrows, lifted the quilt and sneaked into the quilt lightly to hug his somewhat stiff body. After Jiang Tian's body felt a kind of clinging temperature, it eased a little, and his hands unconsciously Hugging Ding Yang back, the two embraced each other and fell into a deep sleep.

In the dream, Jiang Tian only felt that something was dragging him to sink into the water, struggling desperately but he couldn't let go, the feeling of drowning was almost suffocating.

Suddenly, there was a hand on the surface of the water with distinct bones. Jiang Tian desperately went upstream as if grasping hope, and finally grabbed that hand and broke through the water.

He kicked his legs suddenly, struggled twice and slowly woke up.

Ding Yang protects him in an embracing posture, the two embrace each other face to face, the temperature in their breath is so real and warm.

Sensing the movement of the person in his arms, Ding Yang rubbed his eyes, "Are you awake?"

"Ah."

Seeing that the sky outside was completely dark, Jiang Tian asked, "What time is it?"

Ding Yang fished his phone from the table, "It's eight o'clock, are you hungry? Let's get up and eat."

Jiang Tian sat at the dining table and watched Ding Yang busy. The table was full of delicious vegetarian dishes. He naturally understood in his heart, and a wave of warmth crept up in his heart, "Ding Yang, thank you."

Ding Yang smiled and said, "Why are you being polite to me?"

The panic and fright had exhausted the strength of the two of them, and the dinner was almost wiped out.

After dinner, Ding Yang received a call from Aunt Zhang, and Ding Yang made an appointment for tomorrow's psychological consultation, and then sent the time and place to Lao An.

Jiang Tian sat on the edge of the bed and read the questions in a daze. When he opened the book, Zhao Wen's bloody image appeared in his mind. He endured the discomfort and forced himself to study.

Ding Yang looked distressed, "Don't look, take a shower and sleep, the water is already hot." He handed over the dry pajamas.

After Jiang Tian took a shower and finished blowing his hair, Ding Yang had already made the bed. He hugged Jiang Tian's waist and kissed his forehead lightly, "Go to sleep first, I'll take a bath."

When the shower sprinkled water, the warm water swept across his body, and he felt tired little by little. Ding Yang didn't blow his tired hair, and directly rubbed his scalp with a towel and walked barefoot to the bedroom.

Jiang Tianzheng was holding his mobile phone and texting Lao An. He knew everything about it. Ding Yang looked like a ruffian but always carried everything at critical moments. Instead, he kept calling him "Squad Leader" , But at the critical moment, he shrank alone and dared not face it.

"Why don't you blow your hair?"

Ding Yang rubbed himself on the bed coquettishly, "Tired."

Jiang Tian went to the bathroom to get a hair dryer, and played with Ding Yang's hair little by little along with the hot air.

His hair grows very fast, almost reaching his eyes, and he usually grabs it back in a shapeless manner, but now in a half-dried state, he looks particularly obedient.

At night, the two hugged each other tightly and hid under the quilt just like during the day, as if there were only the two of them in the world, and their grades, studies, college, and suicide had nothing to do with them.

The trembling on Jiang Tian's body faded away little by little, Ding Yang's quilt was very smooth and warm, the most direct and hottest temperature from the skin circulated between the two of them, they kissed each other skin to skin, tightly holding their meager hope.

Jiang Tian didn't let go of the sun as if he had never seen the sun before. Ding Yang sighed helplessly and followed his hair a little bit.

Suddenly, Jiang Tian whispered in his sleep, "Dad... Mom, Ding Yang... Ding Yang..."

There was exhaustion and helplessness in the voice, like the choking and bewilderment of a child when he couldn't find his home.

Ding Yang responded softly, "I'm here."

Only then did Jiang Tian relax.It was also because he was physically and mentally exhausted from the day's work, and Ding Yang held him in his arms and fell asleep comfortably.

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