I'm sorry I'm a dog

"I hope you're better off, not like you used to be..."

"What happened to me before? I know you look down on me, you have never looked down on me, but in front of me, you should pretend anyway? You are a young prince, I am different from you , I’ve just stayed in that big yard all my life and it’s nothing to do with you if I don’t come out.”

……

The birds outside the window were chirping, very noisy.

Li Ruowu kicked off the quilt and sat up, feeling dizzy.

After getting dizzy for a while, I got out of bed, stepped on a soda can as soon as I stepped on it, and sat down on the bed again.

It's better to sleep for a while, I don't have any strength at all.

He has been in the courtyard for three or four days. He has logged out of all the QQ numbers and WeChat accounts. He doesn't answer any calls or text messages. The only use of his phone is to order takeaway.In the past few days, he has basically never gone out except to take out food. The house is in a mess. If grandma is still there, he will be scolded.

Since when did he feel that life was boring and he couldn't find the motivation to live, and he also naively thought about dying, but this absurd idea was basically overthrown at once, and he dared not die. If you die, you really have nothing. This is still a kind of expectation.

He had to drink before going to bed every day, and fell asleep when he was drunk, otherwise he would always dream about Ji Xinglou, and when he woke up in the morning, his eyes must be moist, which was also very bad.

There was a knock on the door, and he didn't want to open it, so he covered his head with a pillow, but the door kept knocking for more than a minute.

"Fuck!" He put on his flip-flops and went to the main room to open the door.

The people outside the door surprised him, and then he was ashamed.

"dad……"

Xi Yongjiang frowned and glanced at him, and entered the room.

"There's no such thing as a man. Ji Xinglou acts like a normal person all day long. If you're here, you're going to be sad to death. Who's to blame?" Xi Yongjiang sat on a chair and looked at him.

He bowed his head, like a child who has made ordinary mistakes and stands in front of his father.

"Aren't you going to school? Your mother said she couldn't contact you, and she didn't go to school. What are you going to do? Are you hiding here for the rest of your life?" Xi Yongjiang looked at him seriously.

It was the first time he saw Xi Yongjiang with such a serious expression. In the past, when he saw him, he was very polite and flattering, hoping to get his forgiveness, but now he is just like an ordinary father.

"I don't know, as long as I don't see him." Li Ruowu said.

"It's easy to say, don't be too idealistic, with your mother in the middle, how could you not see him, sooner or later you have to meet, then what kind of posture do you want to stand in front of him?" Xi Yongjiang said.

He sat down on the chair and covered his face with his hands, "I don't know, I really don't know."

"You really don't want to go to school?" Xi Yongjiang asked.

"I don't want to." He answered honestly, it's not that he didn't want to, but he was ashamed to go back, he didn't want to go back and receive strange looks, and he wasn't sure how he would feel when he saw Ji Xinglou again.

"I don't think my son is a coward." Xi Yongjiang looked at him firmly, "Go to America."

His life was peaceful and quiet for the first 16 years, with nothing worth writing in his diary, but two drastic changes took place within a year or so.

One was to leave Dazayuan, and the other was to leave China.

Ji Xinglou hadn't seen Li Ruowu for about ten days. He went to Li Ruowu's room every day, and there was no trace of returning every day. But he knew that Li Ruowu must be in the courtyard, so he didn't look for him because Li Ruowu didn't want to see him.

Ti Xiao, who will be by his side whenever he has time, is much clingier than before, but every time he gets along with him, he is out of his mind and even feels tired.

"What's wrong with you, ever since I came back, you've been out of your mind every day, always in a daze." Ti Xiao also became dissatisfied with him like this and began to complain.

He blinked and looked at Ti Xiao, and asked, "Are you going back?"

"Where are you going?" Ti Xiao didn't understand what he meant.

"Prague, you haven't finished your studies yet, won't you go back?" He asked, even he didn't know why he asked.

Xiao immediately became anxious when he heard this topic, "Do you think I'm annoying? I will go to find a job. I just came back for more than ten days, don't I want to spend more time with you?"

"You came back without even getting your diploma, what kind of job are you looking for?" Ji Xinglou asked.

"Are you driving me back?" Ti Xiao looked at him.

"No, I want you to fulfill your dream," he said.

Ti Xiao looked at him, and suddenly got into his arms, "You are my dream."

One because he stops trying, the other because he starts trying.

Finally, a month later, the teacher announced in the class that Li Ruowu had officially dropped out of school, but he didn’t say where he went. The teacher said that he didn’t know where Li Ruowu went, and he didn’t know why, anyway, his mother gave him a drop-out .

Everyone is guessing whether Li Ruowu's reason for dropping out of school has anything to do with that crying in class. Anyway, as soon as he has time, he chats happily. There are all kinds of exaggerated guesses. I'm sorry that he didn't study, but this statement was quickly overturned, because Li Ruowu looked like a poor man in his clothes.

Some said that he was heartbroken by being dumped by his girlfriend, some said that he had some kind of disease, and Ji Xinglou was annoyed by the strange remarks.

"So what happened to your brother?" Chen Yifan asked him in a low voice.

Ji Xinglou glanced at her coldly, "What's none of your business? You go back and sit with Hu Weiwei, since Li Ruo is always here."

Chen Yifan blushed, immediately packed up his things and left.

Where did Li Ruowu go?He didn't know either, but Li Xiaoshui definitely knew.

Li Xiaoshui glanced at him helplessly, "Going to work, I don't know where, and I can't resist him if he wants to go... I know about your affairs, but I don't know what conflicts there are between you, anyway. If he doesn't tell me, I won't ask, I believe he can take good care of himself wherever he goes."

Ji Xinglou narrowed his eyes, "You let him go to work? Isn't that a bit false?"

"Xinglou, haven't you two separated? Don't ask, I don't know if he is working part-time, and I can't ask, and I don't even know where he went."

Yes, the points are separated.Li Xiaoshui's words hit him hard, making him dizzy.

The WeChat avatar was replaced with a pure black picture, and the circle of friends has not been updated. The content has been stuck on the day they broke up.Li Ruowu seemed to have disappeared from this world, disappeared from his life, not the familiar arrangement and atmosphere of the room, he doubted whether Li Ruowu had really appeared in his life, Was it just a dream of his?

He sat at Li Ruowu's desk and looked at the materials they reviewed for a week, which were still messily placed on the table. He took out Li Ruowu's biology notebook and flipped through it. It was full of familiar handwriting, not very good-looking, but Very clean.

He suddenly saw a sentence in a pile of amino acid pictures -------- the man next to me is so smart, I really want to be with him all the time.

I really want to be with him all the time.

In what mood did Li Ruowu write this sentence?He didn't know, he just felt that this sentence was so sad, Li Ruowu who wrote this sentence was so pitiful, and he felt so distressed now.

It turned out that he was Li Ruowu's favorite and rare one.

how so?How can it still be like this now?

so sad.

He punched his heart one by one, each punch was very hard, but none of them could dispel the dullness and depression in his heart.

He really wanted to cry heart-piercingly.

He really wanted to hug the poor little boy who had been wounded to pieces by him.

My poor little girl, where are you?

The author has something to say:

Poor my little one!The author, who was crying while typing, cried.