When the fierce and foolish meet the pure fishing system

Li Yihuan walked to the window, leaned over the window and watched, making sure that the girls were gone, then turned around and blinked at him.

He still doesn't know what this kid is thinking?Li Yihuan probably felt complacent, and felt that he had done him a big favor again.

But to be honest, Li Yihuan was really discerning and helped him a lot. After the girls had left for a while, Li Yihuan packed her schoolbags and rolled away. He said: "I still have something to do, I will leave the rest to you two!"

When he left, the boy drew the curtains and closed the door.He Feng was really speechless.

After Li Yihuan left, Luo Yunting turned around and smiled helplessly at him.

He looked at the drawing on the blackboard—the left half was almost done.The drawing is roughly divided into two parts, the left and the right. The area on the left will be larger, and the right will only draw some trees, stone steps, and a few flying birds, and then the bottom, with some color rendering.

He knew that Luo Yunting didn't need his help, so he simply found a table and sat facing him, watching him draw.

"You always come to help our class, and you are almost a member of our class. Don't those people in your class have any objections?" He said casually, with a naughty smile on his lips.

Luo Yunting was originally drawing on the blackboard with his back turned to him. When he heard his question, he was slightly stunned. Then he heard the man's chuckle. Luo Yunting didn't look back at him, but drew While answering him: "How come there is no opinion?"

Think about it too.Before the drama competition, Luo Yunting had been with their class all the time, but he didn’t go to class two’s rehearsal much, and now he came to help their class draw blackboard newspapers—it’s a help, but it’s actually equivalent to this person drawing all by himself It's over.

He asked Luo Yunting again: "Then do you care what they think?"

Luo Yunting's hand painting the leaves paused for a moment, then said in a low voice, "I care."

He looked at the back of the man, at the black hair that swayed slightly with the man's movements, and at the long and white fingers holding the paintbrush—the ends of the fingers were still stained with blue-gray paint.Although Luo Yunting looked tall, he was actually very thin. His whole body was fair and clean, which made people feel that he was very fragile.

Is he vulnerable?

Maybe.

Maybe there are too many things on my shoulders.

He told himself before that he didn't want their love to be exposed to the public, he didn't want to be intimate with himself in front of others, he carefully and restraintly maintained the illusion that they were just friends in front of everyone, he told himself , he was afraid.

When he asked the man if he cared what other people thought, the man told himself he did.When his behavior deviates from the most normal track a little bit, he will be afraid of other people's scrutiny and strange eyes.

But why?

In He Feng's heart, Luo Yunting should not be like this, this person should be calm and fearless, indifferent, and isolated from the world.Because He Feng felt that Luo Yunting in his bones was the same as himself.

Why does he feel that way?He suddenly remembered the first time he met this person - during the sports meeting, the boy sitting in the last row of the stands was almost transparent under the sunlight, as if he was in another world.

At that time, all the crowds and hustle and bustle were far away from him, and away from this person. He felt as if only he and this person were together, and everything else was a story from another world. People don't matter.

Up to now, no matter what kind of stories he and Luo Yunting have experienced, no matter what kind of impression this person's words and deeds have left on him, no matter what this person looks like in other people's hearts - in his heart In fact, Luo Yunting is still the transparent boy who listens to music with earphones, is illuminated by the sun, and blown by the warm wind.

This person has never changed—or is it because his impression is too stubborn?

no.

No matter what this person looks like, he is who he was when he first met.

Everyone has a lot of stories, and they have suffered a lot of pain when they were unknown.These stories and the pain you have suffered may change your character, change your temperament, change everything about you, and make you a completely different person. --can you?Can a person become another person?

A generous person may also become extremely selfish, a passionate person may also become extremely indifferent, a kind person may also become extremely vicious, and a simple person may also become extremely sophistication.

Can a worldly person become worldly?Will a person without contention wear shackles?

What about Luo Yunting?What he saw, when he first met this person, was what he saw in the past?

In fact, what he likes, no matter what, is probably Luo Yunting.

He's fine no matter what.

He doesn't believe in "change".All things that can be changed are unimportant things. The so-called "change" is just a stress response, just like when you touch the leaves of mimosa and it closes, it is essentially a A beautiful mimosa——It’s just that the mimosa closes and unfolds within a few seconds, while some people’s “closed” takes a long time to open their hearts, and some people’s “closed” can never be opened heart.

Did he fall in love with a mimosa with its leaves closed?

Does he have to let this person open his heart?What's so wrong with him loving a mimosa with its leaves closed?Does he have to explore the past of that scar?Tear open the scar, can it really heal after the pain?

Anyway, he wanted to know.

He wasn't great at all, he didn't think he could heal this man's pain, he didn't think he was strong enough to open this man's heart.

I'm just selfish.

——I am not reconciled that I have not participated in this person's past, and I am not reconciled that I know nothing about the things in the space and time without my own.

He is not such a noble person, he is also a contradictory person, in the final analysis, he is also an animal.

He has no desire for this world, but he still has endless desires.He can't see these desires, but they may emerge at any time, eroding his reason all at once—sense?He doesn't have that kind of thing.

If you ask him now, what is his desire?

It is Luoyun Pavilion.

He loves him.

He must know what happened at that time.

"Care?" But you still came.You still didn't reject me, you participated in our class's drama, you still didn't reject me, and helped our class draw blackboard newspapers.He thought so.

Luo Yunting stopped what he was doing, put down the pen and palette in his hand, turned around, and faced him, with complicated expressions in his eyes, the dark pupils looked at him quietly, and fell silent for a while, Said softly: "He Feng, you know, I love you very much."

He also looked back at the man.

Listen to this guy say - "So, I'm trying too."

He stared at Luo Yunting's long eyelashes, eyes as bright as stars, and asked in a low voice: "Can I hug you?"

Without waiting for the man's answer, he walked towards him and hugged him into his arms.He hugged him very tightly, Luo Yunting might feel pain, but even if this person felt pain, he still wanted to hold him like this.Luo Yunting's hands did not hug him, but hung down, probably because his fingers were stained with paint.

He tried his best to sniff the smell of his body coming from the man's neckline, and was reluctant to leave for a moment.

He whispered in this person's ear, "Hold me, okay?" He felt that his voice was almost pleading, like a child, yearning for warmth and safety.

Then he felt Luo Yunting's hand, slowly hugged himself, and then gently patted his back one by one, like coaxing a sleeping child.

Suddenly sad to cry.

It was the first time he felt this way.

Is this what it feels like to love someone?

Is this what it feels like to be loved?

He still didn't ask what he wanted to know.

It was around seven o'clock before Luo Yunting finished all the painting. It was already dark outside, so He Feng went to open the curtains. The corridor was very quiet, and there were no people in the school anymore.

He turned back to Luo Yunting and said, "Let's go, I'll go out with you."

The two passed through the student square, and then walked down the slope until they reached the school gate—"Wolf Dog", Jiang Wei's godfather, was moving a stool and sitting outside the porter's room to smoke."Wolfdog" will not stop him today. On Saturday afternoon, day students and boarding students can go home, but he never goes home.

Out of the school gate, they went to the right.

"Are you going to my house?" Luo Yunting didn't look at him, but looked at the road ahead, his voice was very soft.

His heart trembled.Slightly lowering his head, he looked at the side face of the person beside him, the dusk had already shrouded, and the street lamps on the side of the street were also turned on, and the dim yellow halo shone on this person's face, which had a kind of thrilling beauty.

He reluctantly took his eyes off the man's face and said, "Okay."

The tall buildings in the distance can only see gray and black shadows. A few moments ago, the sunset glow was still a gorgeous color, but now it has also begun to become gray and dark, with a light and dark blue halo, which is different from the surrounding black.

There are a lot of cars on the road, there is a crossroad in front of you, there are traffic lights, the cars are lined up one by one, the lights at the front and back of each car are on - every car probably has a story, but those Nothing to do with them.

This busy world has nothing to do with them.

He followed Luo Yunting without asking where it was or how far it was.When they reached the intersection, the two crossed the road twice and went to a block diagonally opposite.

Still have to go forward.

"It's far away." Luo Yunting turned his head slightly to look at him.

He nodded.

Luo Yunting looked ahead and told him: "I have not lived with my family for a long time. When I see them, I always think of some messy things." The man's tone was very calm, as if he was saying that it had nothing to do with him things.

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