chronic silence

【1】

The summer at school is more youthful and restless than the usual summer. It doesn’t need cicadas, and it doesn’t need steaming heat waves. All it needs is energetic students and time that seems to never pass away.

The same goes for Wei Nuo and Chen Yaoyu.

A tall figure rushed out from the door, "Wei Nuo!" Chen Yaoyu grinned, and rushed into the classroom with a stride.

Wei Nuo slightly hunched over and sat in his seat, "Why are you here again?"

Chen Yaoyu nimbly crossed the barriers made by the desks, lay on the opposite side of We Nuo's desk, stared at We Nuo's writing hands, "Your hands are so beautiful."

"If you compliment my handwriting, I'll be happier." Although lying so close, Wei Nuo still focused on his own affairs, and didn't look up when he was speaking.

"Not as beautiful as your hands." Chen Yaoyu said it again, as if emphasizing it.

Wei Nuo ignored him.

"Hey, is that why you don't like physical education?" After a short silence, Chen Yaoyu asked suddenly.

"I'm sick." Wei Nuo still did not stop the pen in his hand.

"Hahaha, only the idiot teacher in your class believes that you are sick."

"Believe it or not, it's up to you."

"Really?" Chen Yaoyu said while turning his attention to what Wei Nuo was writing.

"Dai A (TA)'s slightly rough palm is stroking the top of Dai A (TA)'s head back and forth..." Chen Yaoyu read out in a low voice.

"What are you doing!" Wei Nuo quickly put away the notebook, before he even had time to take out the pen, his hands were tightly clenched, and he looked nervous.

"Oh~" Chen Yaoyu made a strange tone, completely "I understand", "I know your secret", "you write that kind of thing."

"Don't talk nonsense, this is a novel, what do you know?" Wei Nuo countered.

"It's that kind of novel." Chen Yaoyu made a gesture to grab what Wei Nuo was holding, "otherwise, why is there a strange symbol like 'for A' written on it."

"There's no need to tell you."

"If you don't tell me, just talk to the teacher." Chen Yaoyu didn't give up.

"You're in the next class, go sue the teacher." Wei Nuo obviously wasn't afraid of Chen Yaoyu's threat.

"Then I'll expose your faking illness!" Chen Yaoyu said excitedly.

"Okay, then I'll tell you about your liking for Ma Yue'er." Wei Nuo retaliated.

"Who likes her? I don't like her!" Chen Yaoyu blushed from his neck to his cheeks because he remembered something or because of the argument, "You pornographic writer!"

"Say it again!" Maybe even Wei Nuo didn't realize that at that time, Chen Yaoyu, who is in the class next door, would always have various ways to attract his attention and make people unable to understand. Do "totally ignore".

【2】

On a quiet night, there may be secrets happening in every corner.

"Fighting crickets, sprouting seeds, fragrant flowers..." Chen Yaoyu read while holding a notebook, "The fragrant flowers are not good here."

"What's wrong, I'll just tell you that you don't understand." Wei Nuo snatched his beloved notebook and read it silently several times, "Then tell me what to change."

"I don't know, and I don't understand." Chen Yaoyu was too lazy to think about such polite things, he was too tired.

"I think you are asking for a beating." Wei Nuo picked up the notebook and hit him on the head.

Chen Yaoyu didn't hide either, the notebook hit him on the top of the head impartially, "It hurts!" He yelled.

"You're stupid." Wei Nuo didn't know whether Chen Yaoyu would hide or not, "Screaming so loudly, what if we are discovered." Wei Nuo said while rubbing Chen Yaoyu's head with his palm.

"I'm not stupid, you are rather stupid." Chen Yaoyu said with a smile, "'His slightly rough palm is stroking the top of his head back and forth' means now."

Wei Nuo stopped stroking suddenly, and took a moment to withdraw his hand, but he didn't know where to put it because the distance between the two was too close.

It's been a long time since Chen Yaoyu peeked at his novel last time, and Wei Nuo himself didn't know when their relationship became friends exchanging secrets, just like today, Chen Yaoyu asked himself to accompany him to read the novel. He came out of the wall and asked him to bring a notebook with a novel on it.

"I don't think the 'roughness' here is good, because your hands are not rough at all." Chen Yaoyu crossed Erlang's legs and said lightly.

"You know...what, you have those kind of rough hands—your knowledge is really shallow." Wei Nuo was talking, and suddenly found himself being led by the nose by a person who didn't understand novels, and he recovered immediately. He put on a tough look, "Why did you ask me to come out?" He kept sharing his novels with Chen Yaoyu, and it was only then that Wei Nuo remembered that it was Chen Yaoyu who asked him to come out.

"Actually, I want to secretly smoke a cigarette." After Chen Yaoyu finished speaking, he sighed.

"Then why did you ask me to come out? You can't do it yourself." Wei Nuo felt like being played.

"Smoking alone is boring." Chen Yaoyu gave a lame reason.

"I don't smoke." Weinuo directly refused.

"So let's bring your novel so you won't be bored."

"You really...you asked me to climb over the wall in the middle of the night just to smoke with you!" Wei Nuo felt that it was completely inexplicable. Wouldn't it be good for him to sleep at this time, even if he didn't sleep and write something, it would be better than staying outside in the wind.

But without knowing why, Wei Nuo couldn't follow his thoughts and went back as a matter of course.

Chen Yaoyu took out a cigarette and a plastic lighter, and asked, "Have you brought your pen?"

"I have." Wei Nuo replied.

"Here, write it down." Chen Yaoyu handed the cigarette to Wei Nuo.

"What are you writing? I said I don't smoke."

"It's not for you. Let you write my name on it for me. I heard that people who smoke for the first time write their names on their cigarettes, so they won't be so choking."

"Oh." It turned out to be like this, it seems that I might have misunderstood, "Why don't you write it yourself."

"Your handwriting looks better... right?" Chen Yaoyu's voice gradually became weaker.

"It's finished." Wei Nuo pretended not to hear, and returned the cigarette to Chen Yaoyu.

Chen Yaoyu took the cigarette, "Why is that your name?" He whispered, his tone flat as if he was stating an ordinary matter.

"This is a cigarette autographed by the future great writer, it would be a pity to smoke it." Wei Nuo didn't care.

With a "click", something lit up in the night sky.