you are the minutiae of the world

I successfully entered high school, the same school, but I am no longer a student in Class A, yes, the students in this school are too good, no matter how hard I try, it seems that I can't catch up, but I won't do it again because of I was frustrated by this incident, because I gradually became familiar with Du Chen in the days that followed—now that I think about it, it was my unilateral thought that I became familiar with him.

As expected, he entered Class C. We are in the same grade, and the classrooms are not far away. I can often see him chasing and fighting with his friends in the corridor. It is a pity that we changed the dormitory and he lived in our room. Downstairs, we don't have so many opportunities to meet each other, but so what?

After all, he once said that I was his friend in front of so many people. After all, he never looked at me with mocking and contemptuous eyes.

When I was young, I thought that the meaning of friends was nothing more than this.

But he seems to be very busy, he has so many friends, he walks around with his friends in the corridor every day, he seems to forget my existence.

I had no intention of studying, and all my attention was on Du Chen, but I didn't dare to go up to talk to him, to ask him, if what we said at the dinner table counted, we Are you really a friend?No matter how many times I thought about it, I didn't dare to actually put it into action. At that time, I was still very cowardly and timid. I huddled in the corner of the classroom, like a voyeur, paying attention to Du Chen's every word and deed. .

Maybe it's because you can't forget, there must be an echo?One day, our two classes were in physical education class together. While running, I sprained my ankle.

A sprained foot has only happened once in my life, but that one time, the distance between us gradually narrowed.

He was the one who sent me to the infirmary—because he was not far from me at the time, and because the students around me either intentionally or unintentionally ignored my injury.

For the rest of my high school career, I was so thankful my classmates ignored me.

"You're so unpopular." Du Chen pulled my arm to help me up, and smiled jokingly, "Nobody helped you?"

"Well," I lowered my head, not daring to look at him, and responded softly.

Such an answer may have surprised Du Chen. He wanted to say something else, but when he saw him coming to help me, the classmates who had ignored me just came over one after another to ask me how I was doing. Du Chen had no chance to ask, so he waved his hand , Rejecting those students who are after the fact, led me to the infirmary.

I didn't want to go to the infirmary, but I wanted to spend more time with him.

We didn't talk along the way, Du Chen didn't talk, and I didn't know what to say.

Du Chen's strength was great, he supported me steadily, my arm touched his forearm, I could feel the smooth and powerful muscle lines on his forearm, and I could see when he took a step down his eyes The strong and beautiful thigh muscles exposed through the loose school uniform.

He is really a person who loves sports very much. My thoughts wandered, and many images of Du Chen when he was exercising appeared in my mind.

I didn't realize how nympho the expression on my face was, but he did: "What are you thinking? Laughing like this? So happy with a sprained foot?"

"Ah?" I raised my head in a nasty voice, but before I could react, I said what was in my heart: "I miss you..."

There was a moment of embarrassment in the back, but it was quickly overwhelmed by Du Chen's laughter: "Hahaha, I didn't realize that Wang Jin is very good at flirting, what's the matter, you still have to promise to send you to the infirmary." No?"

"Promise... with your body?"

"You don't want to?" He suddenly bent down and approached my face.

I was taken aback, I didn't know where to put my gaze, so I just stared at his dark eyeballs motionless, and said without any words: "No...not...willing... ..willing......"

He pinched my neck and said vaguely: "Remember what you said, Xiao Jinjin."

boom!

Fireworks exploded in my mind.

Looking back now, I’m really stupid. I kept a casually mentioned sentence in my heart for so long, and I took so many actions for it—I don’t know how I, who was weak and timid, would have such a big problem in the first place. courage.

When I went to the door to turn off the light, I listened carefully, but there was no sound at the door. It seemed that the person who was going to give me sunflowers had already left. I turned off the light, turned and went back to the bedroom.I didn't take his departure seriously, after all, everything about this person has nothing to do with me.

After all, I can barely walk with only one leg now. If I lose another leg, I am afraid that the prosthesis will not save me. I am not afraid of death, but dying is boring, and so is living, but the difference between the two kinds of boring for me is, I may occasionally think about the fact that I am not interesting while I am alive. Whether this is a little fun or not, I have never figured it out.

What I don't know is that I thought that the person who didn't make any noise meant that he had already left. He just sat quietly at my door. No one knew how long he sat there.