Abduct a boy and bring him back

After the day of rest, Ling Huan's mood was not very high, and the tacit understanding he had cultivated with the dormitory people for half a month was gone. Except for studying, he could have no distracting thoughts, and when he was free, he would think wildly, thinking about Qiao Mohan, thinking about For myself, thinking about the future, I have various assumptions, but in the end, I will be beaten back to the original place by the last scene of that movie.

Is it really impossible?

He stared in a daze at the sunlight that finally came in in the afternoon.

Fatty sat outside before, but after he came back this time, he changed his seat with Fatty and sat inside against the wall, because he was not very familiar with the classmates in the first half month, so no one came to disturb him easily, this time he came back After that, he found that he was often bumped by girls passing by, whether it was intentional or not.

What's more, someone found out that he is the little brother who got angry on the official blog of a certain brand.

People often come to him and ask him if Weibo can be connected to each other.

Although he was lonely in the school before, no one came to disturb him, but at least it was clean, but now it is not the case at all, because of this face, he can be high-profile here, and even occasionally when he goes to the toilet, someone will blow it to him Rogue whistle.

Attention, it's a boy!

Irritable, irritable, very irritable.

He buried himself in his arms, his mind was buzzing, he had many things, but he seemed to have nothing at all. After thinking about it, Ling Huan seemed to only pretend to be one thing.

Qiao Mohan.

After all the people in the classroom were finally gone, he took out the mobile phone from his pocket, leaned his head on the side of the book, and glanced at the screen with no news.

On Weibo.

He didn't know about Qiao Mohan's Weibo, so he could only look up Qiao Shanshan's account. Besides the brand's official blog, Qiao Shanshan also had a private id, and looked for a needle in a haystack among the people he had followed.

After tossing and turning, he couldn't see which one was Qiao Mohan.

Seeing that there was still half an hour before class time, he could only send a private message to Qiao Shanshan.

"Sister Shanshan, what is Joe's Weibo ID?"

After sending, keep the private message interface still.

The learning institutions here are private. Although the campus is large and has a canteen, students are not required to eat in the canteen, so most people still go out to the school to find food.

Of course, so did Ling Huan and the people in the dormitory.

He just drank a cup of soy milk and ate a piece of bread, and he still wouldn't feel hungry until lunch time. Ling Huan reckoned that if this continued, he could save a lot of money just for living expenses.

Ling Huan stared at the private message interface until the students around him came back to start class, but there was still no movement.

He can only go to class first.

The fat man saw that his face was not very good, so he knew that he would not feel very good if he didn't eat lunch. Seeing that the teacher was turning on the computer with his head down, he stuffed him with a Snickers bar.

"Let's eat one."

There was no taste in Ling Huan's mouth, so he tore it up and ate it without refusing, "Thank you."

"Don't skip meals next time, your body won't be able to take it anymore." Fatty suggested kindly.

"I don't have any appetite, and I don't have anything to eat, so I just ate dinner together." Ling Huan said, "Fatty, I want to take a leave of absence tonight. Do you think the class teacher can agree?"

The fat man turned to look at him, "Isn't it only a few days since you came back? Why did you suddenly ask for leave?"

Ling Huan pursed his lips and did not speak again.

He misses Qiao Mohan...

After Qiao Mohan sent him over that day, the two had no contact, and the man's circle of friends remained quiet as usual.

This feeling of not being able to see or grasp is too tormented.

Ling Huan felt that he was crazy.

He wants to see him.

In the evening, it was a teaching assistant class, nothing substantial, it was just an ordinary self-study class for him.

It may be that he has been too quiet and well-behaved during this period of time. When he said that he was not feeling well and wanted to go home with the clothes, the head teacher immediately agreed.

It was only Thursday today, Ling Huan was only cleared up a little by the cold wind when he left the school gate, is he already sick to this point?

Where are you going now?Ling Huan still had the keys to Qiao Mohan's house in his bag, did he go directly to the apartment or the company?

He glanced at the time on his phone, it was already six o'clock, and Qiao Mohan should be off work by this time.

Just in case, he called Feng Xiang.

"Brother Feng Xiang, I'm Ling Huan, are you off work?" Ling Huan said.

"Oh... I have nothing to do, I just want to ask Brother Qiao if he works overtime..."

"Okay, sorry to bother you, I'll go straight to the apartment."

"……it is good."

Ling Huan stood downstairs in the apartment building and rang the doorbell, but no one answered it. It seemed that there was no one. He tried to call the landline at home again, but no one answered.

Neither at work nor at home.

Ling Huan was very disappointed. Apart from these two places, he didn't seem to know where to find Qiao Mohan.

He was too confident. He thought that Qiao Mohan would always be here waiting for him. No matter what time it was, he suddenly realized that he was not the only one beside Qiao Mohan. He also had Xia Yifei and Yu Ming, or he could go to his parents It's time to go back to grandma.

Or go on a date. Although he hasn't seen the woman around him very much, it doesn't mean that there are none. Qiao Mohan is a mature adult man.

It turns out that he was too impulsive today.

Ling Huan came out of the community with a lot of worries, and he didn't even see the uncle who said hello. He went straight down from the subway entrance and wanted to go home.

Go back to his and grandma's house.

Ling Huan knew that he was on the edge of a dead end, but he couldn't come out by himself right now.

He felt that he might be too restless now, so he always wanted to hold someone by his side, and when he couldn't realize it, he became what he is now.

He told himself that tomorrow would be fine.

Ling Huan opened the door and entered the house, turned on the power at the door, and before he took his bag off his back, he ran to the living room and turned on the TV, then turned on all the lights in the room, and stood in the middle of the living room blankly.

All fragility is exposed at this moment.

He didn't sit down in front of the sofa until his whole body stiffened.

The news broadcast had just finished, and it was time to forecast the weather in the provincial capital. In the past, at this time, grandma would stay here to listen to the weather, saying that only the CCTV forecast would be accurate, fearing that if it rained, his grandson would catch cold.

Ling Huan's phone vibrated, Qiao Shanshan's reply to the private message was long overdue, "Why don't you just ask Brother Qiao?"

He moved his fingers, "I want to take a peek." Send.

Qiao Shanshan sent an emoticon that she understood immediately, and then sent Qiao Mohan's ID.

Ling Huan threw the phone aside, put two pillows under his body, and lay on his stomach. Now he suddenly didn't want to read anything.

He is a coward.

Ling Huan is a coward.

He said so in his heart.

All the nervousness of the year was committed in these few months. He didn't force himself to do anything, he just wanted to let himself be more wanton, trying to make the big stone in his heart smaller.