school grass hit miss me

The atmosphere between the two of them was weird the next day, and they haven't said a word since last night.

Today is the Heyi University competition.

Han Ziyan looked up at Chen Gaoyi, his face was covered with a layer of faint frost, he sighed inaudibly and went to his match point.

Xie Xiaolong asked: "Are you ready?"

Xiao Taoran, vice-captain of the University of Arts, glanced at Chen Gaoyi and remained silent for a while, then nodded slightly to Xie Xiaolong.

Xie Xiaolong didn't even raise his eyelids: "What about you?" His vigorous voice was drawn out, and his tone became more and more indifferent: "Chen Gaoyi."

Chen Gaoyi's eyes were like a black hole, a black hole without temperature, he felt as if he had sunk into bottomless despair.

Xie Xiaolong elongated his vigorous voice, his tone became more and more indifferent, and called again: "Chen Gaoyi."

"Huh?" Chen Gaoyi suddenly regained his senses: "Oh, I'm ready."

Xie Xiaolong frowned unhappily, "Get ready, run."

Chen Gao still started so fast, but when he started, he saw a person, Captain Long Sen Xie Qing.

Chen Gaoyi couldn't help thinking: Are you coming to see my joke again?Do you want to say that Chen Gaoer's younger brother is at this level?

Yes, I am not as good as my brother, because I am not my brother at all, nor is it my brother's shadow.

The more Chen Gao thought about it, the more irritable he became, and the more irritable he became, the faster he ran, without any rules.

Xie Xiaolong roared loudly: "Be careful..."

Before he finished speaking, Chen Gaoyi fell directly from the high handrail.

Han Ziyan's eyes widened suddenly, and he rushed over with one stride of his long legs.

Chen Gaoyi's eyes were blackened from the fall, and his elbows felt sharp pain.

Han Ziyan quickly lifted the man up, looked at the man from top to bottom, and made sure that only the elbow was scratched and nothing serious.

Han Ziyan's face instantly looked cold and aggressive, and his words were clear, each word stabbing his heart: "Is that how you sprint?!"

Chen Gao's eyes trembled, his pupils dilated slightly, he bit his lip, and pushed Han Ziyan away regardless of the injury on his hand.

Standing up slowly, clutching his arms, he suddenly felt that the heart in his chest was suddenly and fiercely pinched.

Closing his eyes, he smiled and said, "Yes, that's how I sprint. I don't like sprinting at all. Wishes and dreams are not mine! I don't like sprinting at all!"

The bruised skin was slightly numb in the damp and cold wind.

"You are amazing, you are a genius, then you can run by yourself, you can run as you like, tell me that it is hard to accompany you!"

After saying that, he turned around and wanted to escape in embarrassment, but before he could take two steps, his wrist was caught, preventing him from moving forward.

Han Ziyan shook her head, no, no, that's not what she meant.

This is not what I wanted to express, Han Ziyan almost regretted it to death.

Chen Gaoyi roared: "Let go."

Han Ziyan shook her head, "Chen Gaoyi, listen to me, I..."

I don't want to blame you, I don't mean to blame you, I just want to know what's wrong with you?I……

Before he could speak.

Chen Gao directly shook off his hand and ran away.

The heart hurts and suffocates.

Fortunately, the tears did not fall.

Because he couldn't cry, he didn't even have a reason to cry.

What has he been insisting on for so long?Why is he sprinting?What exactly is his dream?Why is he so sad now?

Why?Why?

Han Ziyan looked at the figure running away, and sat on the ground decadently.

I'm not trying to blame you, I'm trying to say why didn't you protect yourself, why did you get hurt?Why are you pretending to me?Why can't I speak well? !Why did I fall in love with you?Why should I be rescued by your brother?

The corners of Han Ziyan's eyes and eyebrows hurt.

He slapped the ground, stood up and chased him out.

He must not be left alone at this time, he knows the loneliness when he is in pain best.

He never let Chen Gaoyi try.

"Han Ziyan." Dong Wenzhe and the others wanted to catch up, but Zhao Rifeng quickly blocked them with his arms.

Deng Zixi frowned: "What are you doing?"

Zhao Rifeng: "Don't chase after me, let them have a good talk, they will have a good talk and won't fight."

Just kidding, what are you doing when other people are alone, really.

Chen Gao ran and ran, ran out of the dormitory, ran to a big lawn, and sat on a long stone ladder beside the lawn.

It was already evening, and this place was already remote, but it was even more desolate at this time.

"Ah!!!—" Chen Gaoyi yelled at the lawn as if venting.

"what!!!--"

Tears repeatedly blurred his vision, pursed his lips, and whispered to himself, his voice was very low, as if his vocal cords were pressed by something: "Brother, why is my brother me, why did you leave us, why?! You tell me why?"

Tick ​​tock tears dripping on the stone ladder, tick tock...

"Brother...why did you leave? Brother, I miss you...brother..."

Han Ziyan turned her head and heard the shout, and rushed over there all the way.

Panting heavily, Baba stood not far behind Chen Gaoyi and looked at his back.

Hearing what Chen Gaoyi said, it was as if a slap had been slapped on his face and heart.

He bit his lower lip tightly, breathed rapidly, and his short nails sank deeply into his palm. Only with such clear pain could he barely restrain his anger towards himself.

Every word of Chen Gaoyi may be about to drown him.

Is it hate?It must be hated.

Han Ziyan looked at him quietly, quietly.

A gust of wind blew by, I don't know how much time passed.

Han Ziyan walked over slowly, clenched his hands and opened his mouth slowly: "Why are you running, I wonder if anyone will be worried?"

This voice was not as vigorous and calm as before, and could still hear a little trill, but even so, it was still reasonable enough.

Chen Gaoyi suddenly looked back, the tears had already dried up, "Why are you here?" He raised his hand and touched his face, "I don't have the heart to quarrel with you now, you go back."

Han Ziyan looked at Chen Gaoyi's lowered brows and eyes, and suddenly felt stuffy and painful.

It turns out that this is what it feels like to feel sorry for someone.

Han Ziyan walked over, feeling as if someone was choking her throat, and said hoarsely: "I didn't...I didn't mean to blame you, what happened to you?"

After saying this, he regained his voice.

"What can I do, I..." Chen Gaoyi almost bit his lip, unable to hold back: "I just don't want to run anymore, I'm so tired, so tired.

Chen Gaoyi's eyes were red and swollen, and he looked up at the darkened sky: "I think you also know that my brother is Chen Gaoer, a very powerful sprinter, but he... he is gone, and I am still... still There's a lot to take on..."

When Chen Gao said this, he choked up for a while, and then said calmly: "I don't want to sprint anymore, I don't want to sprint anymore."

Han Ziyan frowned, and asked in a rather cold voice: "Then what happened to the dream you just mentioned? What is not yours?"

Chen Gaoyi's face turned ugly: "I originally thought that my biggest dream was to win the Gale Championship, but now I suddenly realized that this is my brother's dream, not mine, I am his substitute, no, I'm not even as good as a substitute."

As soon as Chen Gao spoke, he lowered his eyes, not daring to look at Han Ziyan.

Han Ziyan leaned over to him, held his shoulders tightly, reached out to caress his face, and forced him to look at her, "Look at me."

Chen Gaoyi raised his head slowly, and looked closely at Han Ziyan's black and white eyes.

They stared at each other and didn't speak for a while.

After a long time, Han Ziyan asked in a low voice, "Are you sincere when you say you don't want to sprint?"

Chen Gao subconsciously wanted to avoid his sight.

Han Ziyan said sharply, "Look at me."

"I..." Chen Gaoyi closed his eyes, then opened them, calming down his emotions in his voice: "Yes, I hate sprinting."

Han Ziyan was quiet, and pulled her lips: "It's a lie."

"I say you……"

Before Chen Gao could refute, Han Ziyan rubbed him into his arms, "Isn't it obvious whether you like sprinting or not? Why are you lying to yourself?"

Chen Gaoyi's complexion changed again, and he broke after trying hard just now, and tears welled up in his eyes, "I... am not a brother, and I am not a substitute. I'm so tired..."

"Yeah." Han Ziyan hugged him tightly, "I know, I know everything."

"You don't know, you don't know anything." Chen Gaoyi sobbed: "You don't know, you don't know anything..."

Chen Gao rested his chin on his shoulder, breathed on his ears when he spoke, and his voice became lower and hoarse.

Han Ziyan smiled: "Did you know? You like sprinting the most. You have always liked sprinting. You have liked it since you were very young. No matter whose dream it is, I know it must be yours."

He hugged the man in his arms hard again: "Take a rest when you're tired, and we'll stand up when we're not tired, shall we?"

Warm palms stroked his head, "Don't cry, I can't even take my clothes anymore, my snot and tears are all on my clothes, first let me say I'm a clean freak."

Chen Gao let out a chuckle: "You deserve it if you want to hug me yourself."

"Well, I am willing." Han Ziyan was still stroking his short hair, as if stroking a beloved pet.

After a while, the two finally opened up a little distance. Chen Gao raised his red and swollen eyes and looked at him: "How do you know that I like sprinting?"

Han Ziyan had a shallow smile on his face, "Because I've been looking at you all the time, from the first day I saw you, I've been looking at you all the time."

Chen Gaoyi looked at him and smiled: "No wonder, every time I am free, you quarrel with me."

Han Ziyan also smiled.

fool.

A gust of wind blew by, the winter wind was biting, Chen Gaoyi felt that his hands had turned into ice cubes.

The whole body is cold.

"Go back." Han Ziyan rubbed his shoulder.

Chen Gaoyi's voice was still very hoarse: "Sit with me for a while, I have something to tell you."

"Okay." Han Ziyan didn't feel embarrassed at all at this moment, and directly hugged him into his arms.

Chen Gao was taken aback for a while, neither resisted nor struggled, it just so happened that the two of them could keep warm like this.

It was cold and windy, and the two sat on the stone steps.

"What do you want to say?" Han Ziyan tilted her head.

Chen Gao's eyes were sore, he opened his mouth, and finally hot liquid gushed out again, silently.

Chen Gaoyi really felt very tired, a heavy stone weighed on his heart, and he was almost out of breath.

He slowly leaned against Han Ziyan, stared blankly at the front, and wept silently.

Han Ziyan's heart ached like a knife, but he didn't say anything.

It has been suppressed for a long time, and only when it is released properly can it be released.

I'm really tired.

Han Ziyan just stared at him with deep eyes, cry, cry once, there will be no chance to cry in the future.

Because I won't make you cry any more.

I don't know how long it took.

His body was no longer sobbing, his eyes were more red and swollen, and his face was still wet.

The cold wind made his face look numb.

He lowered his head and didn't look at Han Ziyan. With a forced arc on his lips, he touched his face, "Okay, I'm fine, thank you."

After a moment of silence, Han Ziyan said slowly, "You are not a substitute for your brother, you are you."

Hearing this, Chen Gao raised his head, looked at him in a daze, and smiled lightly: "Yes."

Chen Gaoyi: "I like sprinting. I don't know if it's because of my brother, but every time people who know my brother will compare me with my brother. At first I thought it was nothing, but later on, I also felt that I I should be like my brother, but I will never be as good as my brother."

Chen Gaoyi's voice became even hoarse: "Han Ziyan, do you know? In fact, I really want my brother to be alive, so that I don't have to carry so much, and I can be more worry-free and play the role of a younger brother. It doesn't matter if you don't have to run, But the matter is my brother...will never come back, I must work harder...work harder...let my mother always look at my happy side, let her know that there is still me..."

Chen Gaoyi touched his face again: "Okay, let's not talk, my brother doesn't want to see me like this either. I will run hard and win the Gale Champion."

Trying hard to hold up a smile: "Really, sprinting is like this. There are always a few days when you are irritable and depressed. Okay, you have read all my embarrassments. Let's go back."

After finishing speaking, Chen Gaoyi stood up on his own.

Han Ziyan looked at him with countless anxiety and despair spreading in his heart, as if he was stepping on a cloud, or as if he was being stepped on by countless people.

Unfortunately, he was powerless and couldn't do anything.

Some things are too heavy to be spoken, and he cannot speak. In order to relieve his pain, he can only say nothing.

If it weren't for him, maybe Chen Gaoyi wouldn't be in such pain.

The author has something to say: woo woo woo woo I made myself cry, Xiao Gaoyi really endured a lot, but Han Ziyan has more