On the Formation of a Pseudo Stand-In

It wasn't until the group of people disappeared in front of them that the courtyard returned to its desolate silence. Ye Luo stood by the door for a long time before turning around and moving towards the house step by step.

The roommates were tired of chatting, and each of them was bored playing their own games. Ye Luo took a look, then silently cleaned up and got into the quilt.

As soon as he lay down, the light was turned off with a "snap". In the darkness, Ye Luo closed his eyes.

The consciousness is sober, sober that it is about to run a few laps under the sun.

Although Ye Luo was the first to lie down and maintained a position without moving, but when the others fell asleep one by one, and the snoring in the bedroom intertwined, Ye Luo still did not fall asleep.

The disturbing noises in the past are not so much concerned now. Pulling the quilt over his head, Ye Luo opened his eyes and let out a long breath under the heavy quilt.

There are many things jumping and jumping in my mind, Ye Luo can't tell what it is, it's probably just pure joy.

To be happy, to be so happy, to be so happy that those not-so-good things can be turned upside down comically and become good things.

After holding back under the quilt for a long time, Ye Luo got out of the quilt until he suppressed his laughter, and took a deep breath of fresh air.

The calm expression that had been maintained for a long time finally couldn't hold back, under the boundless night, the corners of the boy's lips curled up.

He pursed his lips, but he still couldn't restrain the widening arc, and the boy's dimples appeared, as if they were filled with honey.

That's great, he thought, rubbing hard on the pillow, not feeling sleepy.

It turns out that not everyone is like that, as long as you miss it, you will never find it again.

Afterwards, Mu Chengan really kept his promise and found an opportunity to meet Ye Luo.

Several times, Ye Luo dragged his body tired and opened the door with half-opened and half-closed eyes, but when he looked up, he saw Mu Chengan standing waiting, smiling and waving to him.

Ye Luo pursed her lips, trying to restrain her expression, but actually felt a feeling from the bottom of her heart - home.

At this moment, he was finally able to gather up the loneliness and fatigue during the day and throw them outside the door.

With the evening wind blowing, Ye Luo quickened his pace and walked towards the light and joy.

When the two stayed together, they didn't actually talk about any actual content.

Ye Luo is used to being taciturn, even if he is willing to pry open a little bit of the hard shell when facing this person, but he has no choice but to extract any interesting topics from the boring life.

Mu Chengan didn't mind, although he wasn't very talkative, but anyway, he was running around on weekdays, and his life was not boring, so there were always many new things.

Especially in the face of this high school student who was not much younger than himself, Mu Chengan was also surprised by his patience. Although he hadn't seen him a few times, he was already used to sharing the happy things he met with him.

Probably because the young man's expression was too serious, when Mu Chengan looked over with those pitch-black eyes, every time Mu Chengan met him, his heart softened, and his heart ached for the faint surprise and curiosity in his eyes.

The normality he experienced was his longing.

On this day, Mu Chengan looked to the side again, and saw Ye Luo holding his schoolbag tightly, his body straightened with stubborn eyes, and he selectively ignored his suggestion to tell him to go to bed earlier.

Pressing his forehead, Mu Chengan felt powerless to treat children, but he thought that he could never find someone to talk to during the day, so every time he met, he racked his brains to delay the time. Thinking of this, Mu Chengan again Distressed.

After contemplating the young man's eyes for a long time, taking advantage of the darkness of the night, Mu Chengan suddenly stretched out his hand towards his arms——

Startled by the sudden hand, Ye Luo hurriedly leaned back, only to see that the other party was pulling on the strap of the schoolbag.

After a few seconds of silence in this leaning back posture, Ye Luo straightened up and breathed a sigh of relief.

There was some inexplicable loss in my heart.

Regardless of the fleeting mindless emotions, Ye Luo met the man's smiling eyebrows and pursed his lips, a little reluctantly.

But the body is still obedient, and immediately stood up.

Mu Chengan smiled, didn't say a word, and walked forward while pulling the belt.

The young man stared at the schoolbag that connected the two of them, lingered along the strap for a while with his bony hand, and then looked back as if nothing had happened.

The eyes are full of softness, and another unknown thing.

The two walked at the same pace, and Ye Luo obediently followed behind, like a lonely little wolf, left alone in the group.

But to the humans who happened to pass by, he showed his soft belly trustingly.

Standing by the door, Ye Luo carried his schoolbag and waved lightly at the man's back until his shadow was no longer visible.

At first, I just wanted to know the name of the boy who gave me warmth.

Later, I got my wish, but I wanted to spend more time with him, and my reluctance deepened day by day.

Putting down his hands that were frozen in mid-air, Ye Luo hugged his schoolbag in his arms, glanced at the closed door for the last time, and then entered the room in silence.

The heartbeat that had changed speed finally calmed down.

Back in the dormitory, unexpectedly, the roommates who were supposed to be paralyzed on the bed early sat in a circle and had a lively discussion.

Ye Luo, who hadn't gotten out of the chaotic mood, glanced at them vaguely, threw the schoolbag on the chair, and went to wash up.

After patting his face with cold water several times, Ye Luo leaned down, and waited for the water to evaporate naturally, then straightened his back, and his head became clearer.

Seeing herself in the mirror covered in water droplets, Ye Luo squinted her eyes and puffed up her cheeks slightly. After maintaining this movement for more than ten seconds, she smiled and let out a long breath.

After packing up, Ye Luo opened the door and went out, only to find that the roommates were still head to head, not tired, but the voices were getting louder.

Ye Luo, who originally wanted to ignore it and immediately fell asleep, frowned when he saw this, but didn't say anything.

He walked to the bed in two or three steps, lay down, and stuffed himself into the quilt. Ye Luo closed his eyes, and the voice of his roommate was very clear in his ears.

"Hey, so I've seen it too! It's in our class, two guys, very high-profile." It was a junior high school student who was submissive outside, but now he changed his usual appearance and said in a loud voice.

I saw him sitting on the chair, staggering around, as if he was happy with himself, and finally found a chance to interject: "Guess, last time I skipped the physical education class and entered the classroom, what did I see?"

The other two yelled at him not to be secretive, while cooperating and getting closer.

Ye Luo originally pulled up the quilt, revealing only a pair of eyes, and was about to concentrate on sleeping, but when he heard this sentence, he felt something was wrong and pulled down the quilt a little.

Then, after hesitating for a few seconds, he rubbed outwards.

As soon as he moved to the side of the bed, the junior high school student lowered his voice and said in a strange tone: "The two of them are sitting at the next table, hugging each other. If I didn't pay attention and pushed the door in and interrupted them, I guess it's time to kiss."

When the other two heard it, they seemed to imagine the scene, and then they "tsk tsk" in unison.

Ye Luo froze, opened his eyes and looked around, just in time to see a man rubbing his arms, and asked cautiously: "Hey, tell me, two men, if you want that..."

Before he finished speaking, Ye Luo heard the person who had been silent on the bed, as if he couldn't hold back after holding it for a long time, and suddenly interrupted.

His tone was full of disgust, as if he had been splashed with scum, and he said in a deep voice, "You keep talking about such disgusting things, do you want to sleep tonight?"

Since people usually have a lot of hostility, no one wants to provoke him. After looking at each other, the three roommates smiled and agreed a few times, and then climbed into bed and fell asleep.

The light went out, and Ye Luo curled up on the edge of the bed, biting her lips tighter and tighter, until the smell of blood came out of her bite.

He opened his eyes, but his eyes were erratic and empty, his face was also painted white with a splash, and he opened his mouth, not daring to breathe.

After a long time, Ye Luo came back to his senses, turned over abruptly, and rubbed against the bed. The old bed creaked, and the person on the bed cursed dissatisfiedly. Seeing that there was no response, he had to be vicious Then fell asleep.

Wrap the quilt tighter, and tighter, it is clear that this night is really not cold, but Ye Luo just feels cold, cold from the bottom of his heart.

Cold sweat broke out on his forehead again.

It must be very embarrassing now, he thought.

Thank goodness no one could see.

Thinking of this, he closed his eyes, the hair on his forehead was a little long, and sticking to his eyelids was itchy and uncomfortable. Unfortunately, Ye Luo was so tired that he couldn't even push them aside.

Until now, those memories that were deliberately ignored, can be regarded as rushing out.

He was clearly listening to the man's speech carefully, but when he turned his head, his eyes were glued to the curvature of the corner of his mouth, seeing the gentle outline of the man under the night and the faint light.

When I was attracted by Mu Chengan, I always forgot everything, and my eyes were full, only he was colorful.

It wasn't until the other party realized something was wrong and blinked at him that Ye Luo seemed to have been stabbed by a needle, and turned around in a panic, so nervous that he couldn't hear what he said again.

In addition, every time he talks about being happy, he always likes to reach out and touch his head.

His palm has a dry tenderness and boundless warmth. Every time Ye Luo is touched, it is like a malfunctioning machine, emitting crackling sparks.

Fearing that there would be too much movement, Ye Luo could only carefully toss and turn.

Thinking of the touch of the palm, Ye Luo shuddered a few times, and rubbed his face sideways on the pillow vigorously, but he still couldn't get rid of the heat from the tips of his ears.

He thought of the way Mu Chengan came here just after a run today, wiping the fine beads of sweat on his neck with paper, his Adam's apple rolled a few times involuntarily, and Ye Luo panting silently in the dark night.

When the man raised his neck, the lines were not too soft, but also too resolute. His bony fingers grabbed a bottle of water, and he gulped down the last sip. The man's Adam's apple rolled violently right in front of Ye Luo's eyes. with.

At that time, Ye Luo didn't know how to react, so he could only rely on his consciousness to stare at his neck, and the whole person froze there and forgot to move.

The emotion rolling in his eyes was indescribable.

It wasn't until Mu Chengan sighed in satisfaction, realized something was wrong, turned his head to himself and raised his eyebrows and asked "what's the matter", Ye Luo came back to his senses, and suddenly lowered his head.

After several violent chest ups and downs, Ye Luo closed his eyes and shook his head slowly.

Mu Chengan probably only thought that he was distracted again, didn't ask any more questions, went to the trash can and threw away the paper and empty bottles, and then came back and sat beside him.

Ye Luo moved to the side without leaving a trace, listening to him smiling and talking about what happened in the past two days.

With his head down, Ye Luo looked like a wilted little monster, absent-mindedly answering twice from time to time.

I don't know how long it took before I covered up the emotions of bumping around and raised my head.

Recalling this, Ye Luo arched his body and curled himself up forcefully, shrinking into a small, very small ball.

It seems that only in this way can you treat yourself as a meaningless little dust.

The author has something to say:

It rained all day and I finally saw the sea in my city orz

Thank you little angels~

Today, the author of the salted fish paralysis finished coding and saving the manuscript before zero o'clock (no need for Xiuxian to cry)