The seventh rule of the male god

The branches of the huge camphor tree are bent, forming a light green shade. The posture is elegant as if thanking guests. The line of sight advances, and the flowers and trees are sparse, reflecting the wooden bungalows, which are clean and old. The color is not bright, but it is peaceful.

A wooden window was pushed open from both sides, and the sunlight came in through the leaves of the camphor tree. Beside the window, there was a silhouette of a cold and handsome young man. He was flipping through the books in his hand.

The old library was a very quiet place. Once the school was relocated and a new library was built in the school. It was too late to move the books. In the end, I didn’t know why, so I stayed there. Students or teachers came to organize and clean it every day.

However, most of the books here are obscure and difficult to understand, which are not interesting to current students, so few people come here to read books.

The book he was flipping through in his hand was "Don Quixote", which belonged to chivalry literature. Yun Shen read it for a while and then put it back on the bookshelf.

Standing up, he took out a collection of short stories about Haruki Murakami from the side, stroked the square, round and thin black font on the page with his fingers, his expression was hidden in a half-light shadow, white and flawless, sad and silent.

——I always thought that people get old slowly, but it’s not. People get old instantly.

What is old is not age, but mentality.

Suddenly, a white origami plane flew in along the direction of the wind, and landed just in Yunshen's hand, covering most of the pages of the book, impartial and just right.

Yun Shen froze for a moment, and subconsciously raised his eyes to look around, except for the leaves of the camphor tree being blown off by the wind, nothing changed.

He chuckled and shook his head, thinking to himself, but there was a vague sense of loss in his expression, light and shallow, inconspicuous, he picked up the paper airplane in his hand, and slowly spread his fingers.

His fingers are very long and his skin is very white. They look like a pair of very beautiful hands, but his fingers are very thin, so they are like skin and bones. In addition, the bone shape of his fingers is inherited from his mother, so they are not as perfect and smooth as his brother. There are even some flaws, and upon closer inspection, it will feel abrupt and unnatural.

After unfolding the paper airplane, I found that there were words written on it, each stroke deliberately, blunt and without a stroke, each word was immature and strange, and it was not written by a non-dominant hand.

There is a line of words lying quietly on it - what book are you reading?

Yun Shen smiled, took out the pen used for registering books for borrowing from the side, and gently wrote five words on it, showing a rare mischievous smile, then put the book back, picked up the schoolbag and left the old library.

He found this place by accident and asked the teacher for half a day off. He had already stayed here for an afternoon and was a little tired. It was already school time and he just went home.

Not long after he left, a teenager in a white T-shirt sneaked into the library. After thinking about it, he felt that there was nothing to be guilty of. He touched his nose and swaggered to the place where Yunshen was just now. place, pick up that blank piece of paper.

I saw five characters written under the slanted question, in regular regular script, with a gentlemanly fresh air, and a faint gloating.

——I won’t tell you.

Looking at these five words, the young man unconsciously raised the corners of his mouth, his handsome face was vivid and youthful.

On the second day, Jiang An was in a particularly good mood and came to school earlier than usual.

His behavior made the female teacher who was in the first morning self-study very worried. She kept pulling Jiang An's clothes and asked him if he was sick. He also told him that if he was sick, he would go to the hospital. Although the school has an infirmary, the school does not Not a hospital etc.

Jiang An, who finally arrived early: "..."

Jiang An returned to his seat and found that Yun Shen was lying on the desk with his shirt cuffs rolled up to his elbows, his hands bent and pillowed on his head, and his half-length soft black hair falling between his snow-white forearms.

sleeping?

Jiang An was a little puzzled. In fact, since yesterday, he noticed that Yun Shen looked tired, as if he lacked sleep. After sitting down, he couldn't help asking softly, "Yun Shen, what's wrong?"

Originally thought that the other party would not answer, Jiang An didn't expect much, but when he heard the other party's quiet voice, Yun Shen got up and sat down, "Thank you for your concern, I just had one dream after another."

If you dream at night, it means that you are not resting well.Jiang An expressed his understanding, took out his textbook to read, thought for a while, and said worriedly: "If you are tired, then sleep for a while, I will help you look after the teacher."

Yun Shen paused while holding the pen, and drew a black dot of ink on the draft paper.

Jiang An's breathing was stagnant.

Their relationship didn't seem to be so good yet. His enthusiasm inevitably caused people to misunderstand. In fact, he just thought this person was very interesting.

Just as Jiang An was about to explain, Yun Shen turned his face away, and his eyes were full of indistinct emotions, like mixed fruits in a blender, brightly broken, layers of chaos, and Jiang An was stunned.

Yun Shen closed his eyes, smiled for some unknown reason, opened his lips, and uttered a soft syllable.

"it is good."

After finishing speaking, Yun Shen moved the draft paper aside, pressed his arms on the desk as before, and faced out the window with a peaceful and distant expression.

Jiang An saw him like this, picked up the draft paper, wrote and drew on it, there were some physics formulas, some unpopular English words, and some French, Japanese, Russian that Jiang An seemed strange but familiar... Intermittently, not very clear.

There were about a dozen languages ​​on it, Jiang An was a little surprised, and looked sideways at Yun Shen, he could speak so many languages?

For some reason, Jiang An looked at the draft paper in his hand, and suddenly took out a clean drawing paper, and used a ballpoint pen to imitate and write the language written by Yun Shen on it stroke by stroke.

He thought, if he has time later, he will find out what your kid wrote.