famine

"Hey," Jiang Xuan directly grabbed the corner of the small dish, raised his eyebrows and said arrogantly, "This is already mine, you let go."

Cheng Lang rolled his eyes at him, "You don't need to eat."

Jiang Xuan looked at him with a complicated expression for a long time, and then took the lead to calm down, and said innocently: "Is it really not for me? Come and listen, my stomach has already groaned several times."

"These two Roujiamo are missing, right?"

Jiang Xuan looked at him without saying a word.

"...don't act like a spoiled child," Cheng Lang looked away with difficulty, and let go of his hand with an uncomfortable expression on his face, "Hurry up and eat."

If people who don't know, think how many days they have been hungry, poor little one.

Jiang Xuan laughed.

After the meal, the two of them walked out of the store, and Cheng Lang's car was parked on the side of the road. He could have walked straight away, but since someone had bad legs and feet, he decided to help the satiated person back to school first. Then he walked back to pick up the car, but Jiang Xuan didn't refuse.

At this time, most of the streets in the attached middle school were full of students, some of them walked back after lunch, and some of them ran outside after class, so Jiang Xuan and Cheng Lang were not conspicuous among them— —The premise is that one person does not support another person to move forward at a turtle speed.

After walking for a while, Cheng Hong came back to his senses, turned his head and looked at Jiang Xuan jokingly: "Tell me the truth, is your leg really so bad that you need a humanoid crutch to walk?"

Jiang Xuan still didn't change his face when he was exposed, his eyes didn't know where to look, and there was a flash of annoyance in it, and he asked in a low voice: "Is it so obvious?"

"It's not obvious, not at all."

"..."

How should I put it, the bump on his knee is not serious, it's just a little swollen, and it's a bit scary to look at the black and blue color, but it's not at all to the point of leaning his whole body weight on Cheng Hong's body.

But for some reason, in the crowded street at this time, there are students from the same school as him, as well as unknown strangers, if not for his worries, he actually wants to hold the hand that Cheng Hong clasped on his arm.

Look, this handsome and temperamental guy is my boyfriend.

On the contrary, this feeling of having to keep everything in his heart gave him a sense of secrecy, which was a secret between him and the person beside him, and no one knew about it.

He was immersed in the comfortable atmosphere, almost forgetting all his troubles and struggles.

No family, no friends, nothing happened.

"arrive."

Cheng Hong's melodious voice suddenly came to his ears, and Jiang Xuan suddenly came back to his senses, and when he took a closer look, the familiar gate of the attached high school was close in front of him.

Arrived.

He felt a little disappointed, but there was nothing he could do.

The touch on the arm disappeared, and Cheng Lang stood opposite him, patted his shoulder, and said with a smile: "Then you go back, I'm going to work too."

Jiang Xuan nodded.

He stood on the spot, watched Cheng Hong leave, and called him again after a while: "Cheng Hong!"

The figure paused, and Cheng Lang looked back: "What's wrong?"

"I..." Jiang Xuan opened his mouth, "Can you pick me up after get off work at night? I want to do a set of tests, can you help me find the time?"

Cheng Lang was stunned for a moment, a little confused at first, then raised his eyebrows and smiled: "Okay, I'll pick you up at night."

I don't know when, the number of Jiang Xuan's visits to Cheng Hong's house has gradually increased, and it has almost become a common occurrence. Cheng Lang has long been used to it, but if he doesn't see Jiang Xuan at home for a few days, he still feels that there is something wrong with him, which is very awkward. .

Many times, Jiang Xuan couldn't stay in that heavy and oppressive home, and needed to find a place he thought was safe to huddle, and had nowhere to go, so he knocked on the door of Cheng Hong's house, waiting to be claimed.

Because he came more often, Cheng Lang simply changed the door lock to one that required fingerprinting, so he didn't have to worry about waiting too long because he couldn't hear Jiang Xuan's knock on the door because he was doing other things at home.

The afternoon passed quickly, and Jiang Xuan once thought it was because he was completely immersed in his studies and didn't think about anything, not even Cheng Hong, so he couldn't feel the passage of time.When he raised his head from the test questions and looked out the window, it was already dark.

In summer, it gets dark at night, and the temperature changes several times throughout the day. At noon, the sun is still shining brightly. In the evening, the breeze blows to blow away the heat, and the classroom becomes a little cold when the air conditioner is turned on.

It was already past the end of school time, and the few day students had already left, and the dormitory students were in the dormitory besides the cafeteria, so there was only Jiang Xuan in the classroom at this time.Like the people around him, the volumes of books on his desk are piled up very high, and when he buries them in class, the teachers on the podium can't see them.

This kind of tense atmosphere was not so obvious in the second year of high school. Now I move to the teaching building of the third year of high school. It seems that I am pinching the watch all the time. Everyone is working hard. Under the circumstances, everyone becomes a machine, and even if they don't want to work hard, they will be forced to work hard by the surrounding environment.

He glanced at the watch on the wall, and realized that it was already 06:30, and Cheng Hong hadn't called him to let him go downstairs yet.

Taking out his mobile phone, he found that he had already sent a message to himself, saying that he had to work overtime and asked him to go home first.

——Of course it's Cheng Hong's family.

Jiang Xuan looked at the word "go home", and his heart moved, and the corner of his mouth curled up the next moment.

happy.

After calming down his chaotic mood, Jiang Xuan slowly packed his schoolbag, stepped briskly on the bell for evening study and left the school, hailed a car and went directly to Lanqiao.

After he entered, the room was really dark, and Cheng Hong hadn't left work yet.

He had nothing to do and didn't want to write the paper now, so he sat on the sofa and played "waiter" for a while. The "waiter" and the sweeping robot are both at their feet. Even after using them for a long time, they still look clean. It can be seen that they are often taken care of. How much dust.

Thinking about how Cheng Hong was arranging these things, Jiang Xuan burst out laughing for some reason, trembling in his chest, which didn't stop for a long time.

When Cheng Hong entered the house, Jiang Xuan was already reading in the study. The latter changed his expression when he heard the voice, and walked out of the study, consciously took the plastic bag containing vegetables and meat in his hand, and carried it to the kitchen.Then he walked back and complained against the wall: "Why did you come back, did you forget that there is a student god waiting to be fed at home?"

"Can we say a few words about eating?" Cheng Hong bent over to change his shoes, most of the exhaustion of the day disappeared inexplicably after seeing the casual person in front of him, "You must have been a pig in your previous life."

Jiang Xuan raised an eyebrow, "Is there a handsome pig like me?"

Cheng Lang rolled his eyes helplessly, and pushed him: "Go, chop up the ribs with the kitchen knife in the drawer."

Jiang Xuan asked as he walked towards the kitchen, "Why don't you let someone chop it up and bring it back?"

"Isn't this to vent someone's exuberant energy?"

"You're just jealous of me, old man."

"Yes, I'm just jealous of you, hurry up and stop talking nonsense."

"Wow, you think I talk too much?"

"Does others know that you are so annoying?" Cheng Hong was powerless to complain, and left the kitchen as if he couldn't stand it, went to the living room to turn on the projector, played a movie, and then walked to the kitchen to watch lazily. The gentle-looking Jiang Xuan was chopping meat with a kitchen knife in his hand with a wooden face, and looked away when he looked at it - changing the lighting would be a proper scene of a horror movie.

The two of them worked together, and dinner was ready quickly. It took an hour to cook, but the meal didn't even arrive for a quarter of an hour. In the end, Jiang Xuan went to wash the dishes, closed the kitchen door, and it was over.

The two of them finished watching the incomprehensible movie on the sofa. When the ending subtitles came out, Jiang Xuan moved and looked at Cheng Hong.

Cheng Lang looked back at him, understood.

The two stood up from the sofa and walked to the study one after the other. Jiang Xuan sat behind the table and took out the test paper that was put aside.

"Just let me pinch the time for you?" Cheng Lang took out his phone and pulled out the clock.

"Well," Jiang Xuan held his pen. In the study room, apart from the big lamp on the ceiling, there was also a small desk lamp on the table. The colors of the two were cold and warm, and the warmer one shone on Jiang Xuan's face, illuminating his face brightly. Very softly, "You can just sit on the sofa and do whatever you want."

"for how long?"

"Two and a half."

"Row."

The timer started, and the small space suddenly became quiet. Soon there was a brief rustling sound from Jiang Xuan's pen. Cheng Hong knew that he was doing a multiple-choice question, and he could even guess it based on the tiny distance his pen moved. Which one of ABCD is the option for that question.

There is nothing left and right, and the book in his hand is obscure and difficult to understand. He can clearly read it, but for some reason it is difficult to concentrate in such a stable environment.So he simply put it down, leaned on the sofa relaxedly, and focused his eyes on that square inch of soft light.

Cheng Lang doesn't know if all the students who study well are the same as Jiang Xuan, but in his unclear memory, those "students" in his class when he was in school were always buried in the pile of books all day long, wearing very high glasses, his face is always dull and lifeless, as if he hasn't had a good night's sleep in several lifetimes.After three years, I can't even recognize my face.

Compared with them, Jiang Xuan was very different.

He seems to have a steelyard in his heart, and he can clearly distinguish when to work hard and when to do whatever he wants.In his impression, Jiang Xuan was very relaxed every time he was with him, and he rarely looked nervous.Only when he was thinking about the topic would he frown, with a serious expression on his face, and every time he conquered a difficult problem, the corners of his pursed mouth would loosen.

Jiang Xuan has been sitting here for a long time, and every time he sits here, he looks like this. Cheng Lang has watched it for a long time, but he has never watched it seriously and fascinated.

Two and a half hours passed quickly, and when the sudden ringing of the bell split the quiet space, not only Cheng Lang, but even Jiang Xuan was startled.

Obviously they were all frightened by the ringtone, but the reasons for being frightened were different.

Cheng Lang hesitated for a while, then hurriedly turned off the bell, and looked up at Jiang Xuan who had already looked over: "Are you done?"

"..." Jiang Xuan looked at him for a long time, his eyes lingering on his face, and he frowned imperceptibly, "It's done."

Cheng Lang clasped his hands, rubbed them unconsciously, and asked, "How do you feel?"

"It's 5 minutes ahead of schedule," Jiang Xuan said, "It's a bit slow, and we have to speed up later."

"Um..."

"What's wrong with you?" Jiang Xuan looked at him and finally asked.

When he looked up and saw Cheng Hong's expression just now, he didn't react for a long time.

Cheng Lang's expression just now was a little dazed, which was also very strange.

"Huh?" Cheng Lang made a short nasal sound.

Jiang Xuan frowned, not intending to let it go, and felt something vaguely in his heart, "Why did you look at me like that just now?"

"..."

Cheng Hong looked at him blankly, "What do I think of you?"

What happened just now?

"..." Jiang Xuan was silent for a while, as if he was thinking about something, and frowning for a while, he said, "That's how you see me."

"Is there?" Cheng Lang laughed twice, and said with a twitch in his heart, "I'm very curious."

"?"

"What are you truly afraid of?"

Cheng Lang subconsciously blurted out without thinking much about it.