When the fierce and foolish meet the pure fishing system

Maybe it was a car passing by outside, or for some other reason, a beam of dazzling light suddenly shone into the room, but then flashed away quickly.As if woken up, Li Yihuan's body trembled.

The room quickly returned to darkness, and it seemed to be quieter than before.

He Feng lowered his eyes slightly, and could see Li Yihuan's thin back - even though this person was wearing loose clothes, he could still feel the frailty of this person.He Feng didn't notice these before, but thought that Li Yihuan was an energetic boy, and like most boys, he could get happiness from many unknown things. Although he was sensitive and persistent, he was still a A happy person——He Feng doesn't think so now. How can a person with many things in his heart be happy?

The air was a little cold, and Li Yihuan was probably a little cold. He turned his head slightly and coughed a few times, but his head was still on He Feng's shoulder and neck. He felt Li Yihuan moving on his body, and he sighed slightly in his heart.

He said softly: "Go to bed, don't catch a cold."

At this time, Li Yihuan was very obedient, got off him slowly, and then walked upstairs to the bedroom.He also stood up and followed the man silently.

Li Yihuan's bed is very big - because Li Yihuan sleeps very dishonestly, likes to turn over, and often falls under the bed.When he came to play at Li Yihuan's house before, he was deeply hurt by it.

Since he was a child, He Feng has hardly ever shared a bed with anyone. He doesn't like the feeling of being in touch with others, or the smell of belonging to others - that will make him feel insecure.Maybe Luo Yunting is an exception, He Feng is willing to be with this person all the time, smelling his breath, holding this person in his arms.

But Li Yihuan is different from others, Li Yihuan is different from anyone else.It's not that He Feng likes the smell on him, nor does he depend on it, but he definitely doesn't dislike it either. For him, Li Yihuan is familiar and trustworthy, but he doesn't have any reverie.

There are many secrets and stories between the two of them. No one knows these things. Sometimes Li Yihuan winks at him frivolously, and he knows what this person is thinking. Sometimes Li Yihuan deliberately said some things, and only he to understand.

I still remember the first time I slept in the same bed with Li Yihuan. It was when I was in junior high school. At that time, Li Yihuan was still a child, less than 1.7 meters, with a face full of indifference and contempt, always seemed to be very proud.He said, "He Feng, come to my house and play games."

He Feng said: "Okay." Then he followed him to his house.Since then, he has become a regular visitor, because he has no place to go, and the house he lives alone is large, but gloomy and dark. Li Yihuan's home is like his own home.

The first time I slept in Li Yihuan's bed, the next day I woke up on the ground - Li Yihuan kicked him out of bed in the middle of the night, but none of them woke up.The second time they slept together, Li Yihuan fell to the ground by himself, and accused He Feng of kicking him the next day, but He Feng knew that he would not move around in his sleep, probably because this person turned over and fell down by himself.

Later, they slept together many times, and the postures when they woke up the next day were always in various ways, without any repetition—afterwards, He Feng became afraid, and dared not sleep in the same bed with this person again.

When I went to sleep at Li Yihuan’s house, I slept on the window sill—the window sill in Li Yihuan’s room was very wide and large, with glass from the window sill to the top, except for the window sill, the rest of the entire wall was glass, a bit like a floor-to-ceiling window. Windows can only be opened in the upper position.

He Feng lay on the window sill, which felt more spacious than the bed in the dormitory, so he often slept on the window sill of Li Yihuan's house.He likes this position - when the curtains are not closed, he can look at the starry sky and the street with lights on and off. At that time, he will feel very quiet, and he can think about things that he can't think about in the hustle and bustle.

At this time Li Yihuan was already lying on the bed, he didn't get on Li Yihuan's bed, but sat on the head of his bed.This person's bed was very soft, and as soon as He Feng sat down, he sank into the softness.

The room was airtight, the curtains were drawn, and the lights were not turned on, only faint light came in through the drawn curtains.

He Feng knew that he had to ask, he wanted to know, and he also knew that Li Yihuan would tell him.

"Who is it?" He heard himself ask in a low voice, the voice was so gentle that it was not like himself at all.

Li Yihuan turned over, originally her back was facing him, but now she was facing him.

Li Yihuan was silent for a while at first, and then let out a dull murmur of inexplicable meaning, and finally said in a low voice with a little irritability: "Oh!"

Then buried his face in the pillow.

He said softly, "It's Fang Ziyin?"

Hearing his words, Li Yihuan's body, which was twisting slightly under the quilt, froze suddenly, and He Feng knew that he had guessed right.

He sighed and asked, "What did he tell you?"

Li Yihuan buried his head in the pillow, his voice was so low that he could barely hear it: "I don't know how to say..."

He dragged Li Yihuan's face out of the pillow, and then pressed the quilt tightly on the man's body, making him unable to move. At this moment, he could only face himself.Li Yihuan lowered his gaze slightly, not looking into his eyes.

The air was very quiet, but it didn't seem to be that quiet. There was white noise coming from who knows where. He didn't know if it was real, or his hallucination, or his tinnitus.

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He suddenly remembered, a long time ago, when Li Yihuan questioned him in the conference room what happened to Luo Yunting, what was his mood at that time?At a loss, in fact, I silently affirmed it in my heart, but many emotions like a fog are trying to cover up.

Li Yihuan is different from him. Li Yihuan doesn't like Fang Ziyin. He only regards Fang Ziyin as a friend, perhaps one of the most important friends. Dealing with complex emotional conflicts.

When He Feng was still in the fog, how did Li Yihuan deal with it?This person actually knew it well, but he only made indirect remarks, and did not press him any further, and this person told him that no matter what, he was someone he would never lose.

He Feng will do the same to Li Yihuan - his own affairs can never be made by others to make decisions on his behalf, and he can never be helped by others to think clearly.However, if you don't give him any sense of urgency, many things will always be kept in a corner of your heart—people will subconsciously choose the most comfortable way when they are in a mess. He knows that Li Yihuan No, this person always chooses to face the pain directly, so he will not press Li Yihuan, but will give this person a sense of urgency, he does not want this person to suffer for too long, he hopes that he will continue to be that happy Li Yihuan.

It might sound ridiculous for him to explain it this way, but he felt he was right.

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Li Yihuan was silent for a while, but he was willing to say it. He Feng knew that maybe he was willing to say it, but you must bring his emotions to that level, so that he would give himself the opportunity to say it.

"We met in the toilet that day... Later we went to the cafeteria together..." Li Yihuan said in a muffled voice.

"...Why do I feel a little weird."

"After we finished eating, we went back to the classroom together. When we were about to say goodbye, he suddenly pointed to another place for me to look at. I didn't see anything. When I turned around, I heard him say in my ear that he likes me.

"I thought I heard it wrong - after all, it was very windy and noisy around. But when I looked back into his eyes, I knew I heard it right, his eyes were too serious .”

He Feng said softly: "And then?"

"Then I walked downstairs, as if running away, but he was still standing there." Li Yihuan sighed sullenly, and said, "Then we didn't talk or see each other for a few days, and then he seemed to be fine. It just happened to come to me and ask me if I want to have dinner with you on Saturday."

"You agreed then?"

Li Yihuan's body squirmed a bit, then buried his face in the pillow, and whispered, "I saw him acting as if nothing had happened, and I also wanted to act as if nothing had happened, so I agreed..."

"But when it was time to come out today, you held back." He whispered.

Li Yihuan nodded under the quilt and stopped talking.

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He actually doesn't know how to comfort others. In fact, no one has ever comforted him. Maybe it's because he seems strong and doesn't need to be comforted. Li Yihuan seldom really comforts him—because this person knows that for him In other words, comfort is just nonsense without nutrition, and comfort is just the "push" guidance that a fragile person needs.

When a person is really confused, he doesn't need the so-called "push", what he needs is to think by himself, only when a cowardly and fragile person has a secret idea in his heart but dare not think about it Reassurance is needed only when it is confirmed.

Both He Feng and Li Yihuan understand this, and they are not people who need others to guide them to be brave. When they are confused, they are confused, and when they are at a loss, they are at a loss, so they seldom comfort each other.

All he can do is to stay by his side and let him sleep peacefully for a night, maybe many things will become clear tomorrow.

He can only let this person feel that he is someone he will never lose.

[The author has something to say: A lot of things have happened recently, traveling is part of it, and the other part is... I feel like I have a girlfriend. 】