nostalgia

Looking at Li Suran's unopened medicine on the table next to him, Shen Yao walked over to pour out the cold water in the cup and replaced it with warm water, brought the medicine and the cup to his eyes, but Li Suran ignored it.Shen Yao shook the cup, Li Suran looked at him dully as if he had just recovered, then shook his head.

——"It's just a small matter. It's just a sprained wrist joint. It's not a problem. It's better not to move your hand for the next week."

——"Doctor, can I have a pen?"

——"It's better not to, sprains can be big or small."

——"But tomorrow I will participate in an art competition, and I must use a pen. Do you think there is any other way?"

——"Wrist strength is very important for your painting, but you are injured there. It will hurt so much that you won't be able to persist until the end, and you may become inflamed and swollen later."

Trivial?Everyone thinks this is a trivial matter, but for him, it is an incalculable loss!This means that he can't use all his strength to compare, nothing else, it's just that he can't do what he wants.

Li Suran sat up abruptly, took Shen Yao's medicine, obediently swallowed the medicine after sweeping away his depression just now, and said, "Teacher Shen, I still want to compete!"

Shen Yao was not surprised either, he had expected it early on.

"From the perspective of a teacher, I can support you, but now from the perspective of a friend, I am advising you to cherish your body. If you lose the game, there will be another time, but who knows what will happen to your hands?"

"I know my own body. It's just a sprained hand, not a broken bone. At worst, it will hurt a little at that time, and the injury will last longer. Don't worry, if I really can't stand the wait by then, I will use my body as an excuse." Heavy."

Shen Yao nodded noncommittally.

On the day of the competition, the temperature dropped several degrees again, and I didn't feel it when I was walking around. It was only when I was outside the examination room that Li Suran realized that his sweaty back was chilly.

"Is it cold?" Shen Yao asked.

Shaking his head, Li Suran tried to be as natural as possible.

When entering the examination room, Li Suran sat down and bent over to make himself warmer, put his right hand to his mouth and breathed out.

When the invigilator walked up to Li Suran to check his identity, he saw him trembling slightly, and asked, "Student, are you feeling unwell?"

"No, no."

Looking up at the exam questions on the blackboard, the words on it were a little blurry, and I shook my head and stared at them until it became clearer.There is no thought in my head, I just feel a splitting headache, but I don't know how to draw with the pen in my hand.

How to do how to do?The more he tried to think, the more his mind went blank, coupled with the discomfort in his body, Li Suran was so irritable that he wanted to go crazy.

After finally conceiving a direction, the tingling pain on his wrist at the moment of writing made him unable to hold the pen. Li Suran tried to move his wrist, but the short but sharp pain warned him like a red light.

But he didn't stop, and continued to draw on paper, forcing himself to enter meditation.

Gradually, I felt that the pain was not as painful as it was at first.

It's just that the sweat on his forehead began to gather, and Li Suran felt that his thoughts had become chaotic, and even his body was in a daze, not knowing what he was doing.The sound of brushing pencils or rinsing and brushing in the examination room gradually became indistinct, but the sound of my own breathing became heavier and heavier.

It seems that the bell ringing for the end, the people around are starting to organize their things, it seems that the surroundings have become noisy, but I can't hear what they are talking about...

When did you come out?It's like walking on the clouds... Oh, seeing the figure of Shen Yao running over in a hurry, his anxious face was engraved in Li Suran's eyes, and then became broken...

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When Lin Xu got up from the bed, he looked a little frizzy and his slightly curly hair was fluffed up like a lion, and his eyes were still half-closed, looking like they were growing backwards.

Walking into the bedroom of the roommate whom he had never met, Zhong Jinxi was sleeping on the bed at this moment, and he didn't seem to wake up at all, he was still deep in a dream.

Zhong Jinxi's skin is very good, as smooth as a newborn baby, with tiny fluff on it.

"Awesome..." Zhong Jinxi raving.

Hey, when did I get so close to Zhong Jinxi? ?Talking to himself, he distanced himself.

What did he call just now?with distinction?Li Suran... recalling the look in Zhong Jinxi's eyes when he mentioned this person before, oh, so that's the case, Lin Xu raised the corner of his mouth knowingly.

These days, Zhong Jinxi came here to drop by when he had nothing to do. Lin Xu played the piano and composed music, and he didn't make a fuss. He just drew and wrote beside him, sometimes sketching, sometimes painting colors.After coming and going, the two gradually became acquainted.

Zhong Jinxi also finds it strange that Lin Xu has a magical power to make people quiet, and Zhong Jinxi must have lost his patience after halfway through the painting.But here, against the backdrop of Lin Xu's piano sound, he sat quietly for an entire afternoon.

And Lin Xu is indeed a good reference object. He has clear outlines and is very pleasant to draw.

Zhong Jinxi was awakened by the smell of food. When Lin Xu crawled out, he was eating his lunch leisurely. Zhong Jinxi said with a resentful face, "This man is really unkind. He doesn't call me for anything to eat."

"I see that you are sleeping soundly, why do you need to eat?"

Zhong Jinxi rushed to rinse his mouth as fast as he could, then returned to the dining table to "snatch" it, and said vaguely while eating: "It's really good, where did you buy it?"

"The one at the corner of the bookstore."

"Oh, that restaurant, Suran... Li Suran prefers to eat at that restaurant!" Zhong Jinxi curled his lips and quickly changed his words.

"It's all right, it's okay, I understand."

Zhong Jinxi was terrified: "Understood? What do you know?"

Lin Xuna squinted at him, "When you fell asleep just now, you did something, and I discovered that maybe... your relationship is not just good friends."

"What, what's the matter?"

"You were in a dream, calling his name."

"Really, maybe... maybe..." Zhong Jinxi repeated the word, but didn't know how to break it down. Indeed, who would call out the name of a good friend of the same sex after falling asleep?He let out a sigh of resignation.

"Do you know how I figured it out?"

"Didn't you just say what happened this morning?"

Lin Xu smiled and said, "Of course it's more than that. You probably don't feel it yourself. You always like to run to his bedroom when you have nothing to do. Sometimes you see you holding the photo on his bedside table in a daze. You seem to like it very much."

"Is it so obvious..." Zhong Jinxi propped his head on the table, a little frustrated.

"Love is something that I can't control myself. It's just a natural expression. However, there is another reason why I feel it."

"what?"

Slowly approaching Zhong Jinxi, and after seeing each other for a few seconds, Lin Xu turned his head and leaned closer to Zhong Jinxi's ear: "Because, I am also gay."