my dad said he likes you

When Xie An opened the door to let Lu Yao enter the room, he immediately saw the physics books spread out on the desk.

A red pen with the cap lifted was placed between the pages of the book. On the left page, there were many notes written in sketches.

Seeing that Lu Yao's eyes fell on his book, he took the initiative to explain: "I have studied the lessons that I missed these days first, and I will go to the school to ask Lu Huai if I have any questions."

Lu Yao nodded, feeling a little relieved: "Well, then you can continue to study and go to bed early."

Xie An stopped him: "Uncle Yao."

"Starting from today, I will live a good life as I promised him. I will live a good life with his share."

……

Lu Yao woke up from his dream, touched the phone beside him and checked the time.

12: 56.

He let out a foul breath, the dream was a good dream, but the destination was too far away.

In addition, he drank too much water tonight, so he was not too surprised to wake up at this time.

After pushing the door to solve the needs, he was about to go back to his room when he sharply saw the faint light coming from the crack in the door of Xie An's room.

He immediately understood what that beam of light meant, and he raised his feet and strode towards that side. This time he didn't knock on the door, and opened it directly.

The boy's appearance stung his eyes, the one sitting there looked like a cold statue, exuding a dead air all over his body, making it impossible for people to think that he was the same person as the one he saw during the day.

Xie An tilted his head, he didn't seem to realize how distressed he was at the moment, instead he raised the corner of his mouth with a small arc: "Uncle Yao, why are you awake?"

Lu Yao had already closed the door, walked in and leaned against the bed, he asked, "Did you sleep last night?"

He nodded: "As soon as the o'clock comes, I will dream about what happened that day, and when I wake up, I won't be able to fall back asleep."

Seeing the darker blue in his eyes under the light, Lu Yao stretched out his hand to pull back the quilt: "Lie down."

Sensing his intention, Xie An stretched out his hand to stop his movement: "Uncle Yao, go back to sleep, I'll be fine in the morning."

Lu Yao dodged his hand and squeezed to his side with a firm attitude. Xie An had to move a little to the side because of his close body. Just as he sat firmly, the man reached out and turned off the light.

"Lie down and sleep."

"Uncle Yao, I really can't fall asleep. I tried it. When I close my eyes, there is only that image in my mind. When I think about it, I can't fall asleep."

"Lie down."

The two were deadlocked in the dark, and finally, Xie An relaxed his upright body a little, and lay down beside him.

Lu Yao stretched out his hand, put it behind his back, and patted it gently again and again, as if he was coaxing a baby to sleep.

This hand not only patted on the back, but also knocked on his heart repeatedly through the skin.

Lu Yao didn't say anything, he just patted him one after another, his movements were very gentle, with a warmth he had never experienced before.

Xie An hugged the photo frame in his arms tightly, and there was still a distance of two or three fists between them. He looked at the person who was so close in front of him but couldn't tell their appearance, and suddenly spoke.

"Uncle Yao, why are you so nice to me?"

The movement of patting the back did not stop. Hearing his question, Lu Yao seemed to think for a while before answering quietly: "Do you need a reason to be nice to a person?"

Just as he was about to answer the need, Lu Yao added: "You are so nice to Lu Huai for some reason, maybe it is for some reason for me."

Xie An was silent, he remembered what Lu Yao said.

I also remembered that my heart suddenly became a little cold at that time.

He didn't speak anymore, but his eyes were open, staring at the person in the dark without blinking.

It was as if he wanted to embed this person's appearance deep into his bones.

By the time Xie An realized that his thoughts were beyond his original cognition, he was already in a daze without consciousness.

At the end of the memory, it was the man who patted him on the back and asked him in a low voice: "Are you asleep?"

He didn't answer, his consciousness struggling between half asleep and half awake.

After a while, he felt sleepy and fell into a deep sleep.

The people around him stopped, pulled off the quilt and walked out of the room.

……

When Xie An woke up, the first thing he saw was the snow-white ceiling above his head.

Looking down, there are photo frames on the table, and the two teenagers inside are smiling brightly.

Subconsciously touched his bosom, but there was nothing.

He sat up, remembering the dream he had after falling asleep last night.

He stepped into a warm place, surrounded by nothing but a vast expanse of whiteness, as if caught in a cloud, but he didn't feel lonely or afraid, because he could feel that there was an invisible person following him every step of the way. Be there for him.

That was the simplest, but also the most peaceful dream he had ever had these days.

Xie An got off the bed, walked to the table, and stretched out his hands to cover the boy in the photo.

"Good morning, a new day has begun."

……

Xie An picked up the post-it note on the table, this was the first time he saw Lu Yao's words.

I thought that the doctor's words would crawl like earthworms, but the words on the paper are good enough to describe.

"I steamed the dumplings. If they are cold, heat them in the microwave before eating them. The vinegar and chili are in the cupboard. Take them yourself if you need them. I will come back around noon. If I am hungry, I will go to Lu Huai's room to get some snacks to fill my stomach."

Food like dumplings is only made once every few years on Chinese New Year's Day in the courtyard.

There are so many people in the courtyard, it is not worthwhile to go to the market to buy ready-made ones. If you want to get them, Zheng Qin will buy cabbage and pork, and wrap them one by one.

Xie An remembered very clearly that when he first ate dumplings in the courtyard, there were not many children.

That time each of them got a large bowl full, and while eating, he counted and was surprised to find that he had eaten fifteen.

Even though it was Chinese New Year, there was nothing else in the yard except dumplings.

But he was still very happy, because that was the time he ate the most. Later, when he waited for dumplings again, the number of children in the yard had doubled.

At that time, there were more people around him, and when the two lined up to get the dumplings, the number of dumplings in the bowl could be counted at a glance, and the size had obviously shrunk a lot.

Zhang Yu couldn't get enough to eat at all, Xie An only bit down the third one when he finished eating in two or three bites, without any hesitation, he pulled all the remaining dumplings into his bowl.

Zhang Yu was full and smiled contentedly. Xie An's stomach was very empty, but he was also very satisfied looking at the people around him.

Xie An came back to his senses, picked up the exquisite dumpling on the plate, which was half the size of a palm, and put it in the microwave to heat it up.

He returned to the room with two bowls, placed a large portion of dumplings in front of the photo frame, picked up the chopsticks, looked at the young man tenderly and said, "Didn't Yuyu like the dumplings today? Brother An made them for you." A big bowl, are you happy?"

A gust of wind blew in from the window and lifted the broken hair beside his ear, and the hair shook up and down, as if someone was really in his ear, and he nodded obediently in response.

……

"Uncle Yao, I plan to go back to school."

Lu Yao lowered his eyes to look at him, the low air pressure that had lingered around him for the past few days had disappeared at some point.

The light in the young man's eyes seemed to have been washed away, and compared to before, there was a slight change.

"Okay, when are we leaving?"

"I've already packed my things in the morning. If I leave now, I should be able to arrive before the first class."

"Ah."

Xie An went back to the room and put his schoolbag on his back. Before going out, he looked back at the photo frame on the table, with a relieved smile on his face.

He opened the door, and a ray of light came in through the crack of the door. The door opened more and more, and the ray of light slowly seeped in, until his whole body was bathed in it, and it seemed that his whole body was coated with a layer of golden light.

——With light in your heart, you will never be alone no matter where you go.

——Now, Zhang Yu is the light in his heart.

……

Xie An was surprised to see Lu Yao waiting for him downstairs.

He was sitting in the car, saw him get down, and stopped him: "Get in the car."

"Uncle Yao, I can—"

"boarding."

Xie An gave up struggling, and obediently opened the door of the rear seat with his bag on his back.

……

"Call if you need anything, the number is available at Lu Huai."

"it is good."

Xie An didn't turn around until the back of the car disappeared from sight, and walked into the school gate.

He was going to go upstairs directly, passing by the office, but bumped into the Chinese teacher who was just about to go upstairs.

The woman stopped him: "Xie An."

He politely responded with a teacher hello.

The teacher first cared about his body, and then got to the point.

She pulled out the composition book under the Chinese book and opened it.

It is written by Xie An.

"Your grades in Chinese in the high school entrance examination are good, but this first composition is so well written that I can't correct it. The questions I gave you are not difficult. Your junior high school teachers must have asked you to write them before. It's because you just arrived. Are you still not used to the new environment? No matter what problem you have, you can tell the teacher, forget it this time, the teacher doesn’t want to see your composition next time, it’s the same as this time, you didn’t even write a hundred words. "

He looked at the several words on the paper that he had written casually with a pen.

"my dream."

Even the simplest topic, when it came to him, he couldn't even make up a hundred words.

He had no dreams, so he simply gave up thinking and wrote down a string of words in the end.

"My dream is very simple. I have a room with my brother and me in it. That's enough."

now--

"Teacher, I will write again."

"Ok?"

The light in the young man's eyes was as bright as the scorching sun, making it hard to move his eyes away.

"I have a dream."

——He wants to be a doctor, to help those who are also feeling hesitant, and he wants to do his best to protect those feelings that can be continued.