give you a soft spot

"Just keep your eyes on the destination you are going to and walk generously, don't care how many lights are flickering around and people are buzzing."

Under the lighting of car lights and street lights, this intersection has become a natural spotlight spot. The sidewalks are connected end to end to form a standard rectangle. The traffic lights are signals, and vehicles from all sides stop and go in an orderly manner.

Amidst the beam of light, there was a young man repeatedly stepping on the zebra crossing across the spacious road. The circle was a rectangle. He walked tirelessly, and every time he passed by me standing by the roadside, he smiled and showed his neat upper row. tooth.

This method was used to improve my self-confidence when I was still autistic due to a scar on my chin when I was in college, before I decided to break through myself and run for the student union cadre.

Walking in front of the stopped traffic, it is as if there are countless pairs of eyes staring at it, and there are countless rays of light shining on it. Walking step by step with your head up and chest out, you really feel like you are the focus of the audience.

I don't know if it will work for Yan Yiyun, and I don't know how many laps he has walked, from the beginning when he couldn't find the rhythm and always rushed to pass through, and finally he was able to find the change of the traffic lights and move forward at a constant speed within a fixed time.

I just provided him with the secret method, and did not make him become a Buddha overnight, but he was reluctant to leave. In the end, I was really thirsty. Seeing that he was sweating profusely, I suggested going back to rest. He walked along the long street until he was downstairs in the hotel before turning around and leaving.

After entering the elevator, I took out my mobile phone to check it. I had forgotten to turn back the mobile phone that was muted because I accompanied Yan Yiyun in class, and I completely missed Xi Zhuo's many calls.

The latest news is: I am downstairs in your hotel.

I only mentioned the name of the hotel but didn't tell him the specific room, otherwise he would have come straight to me.

I got off the elevator halfway, then ran down the stairway, ran a few steps and suddenly braked suddenly, there was a voice in my heart, Cheng Ming, don't forget that you are having an awkward fight with someone, don't be aggressive.

I replied to Xi Zhuo's message: I didn't see your phone call, are you still downstairs?

A clear message prompt sounded in the empty stairway.

"Yes, I saw you just came back."

I curled my lips as if the other party could see it, and held it back for a long time before continuing: Are you coming up or going back?

The subtext is that I'm not going down anyway.

He replied quickly: "I'll go up."

"Take the stairway, I'm here."

There was no echo, and after a while, the sound of someone stepping on the stairs downstairs could be heard.I looked down, only to see the occasional half-moving shoulder beside the infinitely rotating railing.

He was right.

I really want to go down two more floors so that he will not be too tired to climb. After all, his back injury is still not healed, but he still resists the urge to stand there like an old man, listening to him getting closer and closer to me. closer.

When he was about one floor away from me, the man stopped and became completely silent.

My posturing collapsed in a second, and I ran down two steps at a time.I thought he couldn't take it anymore.

But when I saw the man leaning against the wall and smiling at me with the corners of his mouth curled up, he looked like he was waiting for the acceptance.

He raised his hand: "Yo."

Oh shit, I looked at him: "Is your waist better?"

He stood up straight, came over and hooked my shoulders and put his weight on me: "It still hurts."

I carried him to go out through the stair passage, and took the elevator for the remaining three floors.But he stopped me and pointed to the stairs: "Keep climbing."

I frightened him: "There are still ten floors."

His expression froze, and it took him a long time to knock my head with his hand: "This hotel has fifteen floors, and we are on the ninth floor."

I led him up the stairs step by step and muttered, "How do you know?"

"Waiting for you downstairs is too boring," he chuckled, "do I need to tell you how many parking spaces there are in the underground garage."

How long has he been waiting? I am enjoying the pleasure of knowing the consultant pervertedly: "Aren't you going to join the team again tomorrow? Why don't you just go there and come back?"

He took a deep breath, looked at me with a bitter face, and said, "A certain cutie is unhappy, if I don't coax her well, how can I leave at ease."

I snorted softly, "It sounds like I'm about to die forever."

"If I can't see your smiling face, I'll consider dying."

"Tsk, what nonsense are you talking about?"

If I hadn’t met other tenants on the corridor that must pass to my room, and the person I was helping along the way suddenly lowered the brim of his hat and strode away before me, I would have thought that he really had a backache and couldn’t walk by himself.

After unlocking and entering the room, I turned off the lights that were suddenly on one by one. The people who followed behind didn't like turning on the lights at night.

"Was it Yan Yiyun who sent you back just now?"

"I heard you say it last time, you are fellow villagers."

"He's quite savvy, and he's a good young man to take this path."

Why does he keep talking about others? Doesn't he want to talk about us?

"Turn on the lights."

Xi Zhuo pressed the switches one by one, and when the room was lit up, he sat on the edge of the bed, patted the place next to me and looked at me: "Come on, let me see how someone is angry."

As I walked over, I asked him, "Why did you turn on the light?"

He smiled: "It's nothing, I just feel that you can't always accommodate me. If you like to turn on the light, then turn it on."

Hearing this made me quite happy. After I sat down, I turned around and asked him, "Why does Weibo follow me?"

"Is it bothering you?"

Although I had a lot to say about this matter, I kept silent, and I also regretted that I should not have sent him a screenshot of the private message in a fit of anger, but I am also a mortal and I also have emotions. What I showed him was not just a private message, it was me. Feeling so sad that there was nowhere to put it down, he just shot him to death with a cold sentence that he was busy.

Xi Zhuo continued: "I want to be able to carry you with me whenever and wherever I go, so that I can share your joys, sorrows and joys in the first place, and you don't have to be alone because you can't get my response at any time. It's my fault to say that I'm busy to perfuse you, and I'll try my best to reply you seriously in the future."

What he said actually turned me into a villain with strong words. I heard that the best way to resolve conflicts is to apologize to each other.He finished speaking and it was my turn.

"I shouldn't interfere with you at work regardless of time or occasion. I am unreasonable."

His shoulders shook while laughing, and he rumpled my casually tied hair: "You are cute even when you are unreasonable."

I blew away the hair around my mouth, rolled my eyes and said, "I was really pissed off at that time."

Xi Zhuo tugged at me: "Based on my years of experience in the entertainment industry, I can tell you that if you say something malicious, you don't need to listen."

The end of the words fell into my mouth, and after leaving my lips, he stretched out his arms, bent down, and easily pressed me on the bed.

Lying on the bed against the light, watching his lustful beauty.

Damn it, I suddenly realized that I would never get angry at this face in my life.