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Yan Zisheng didn't come home until evening.

In the afternoon, Xue Fang asked him if he wanted to go back to do his homework. He shook his head and said that the homework was finished, so Xue Fang asked him if he wanted to spell loz's building blocks together.

Yan Zisheng did not expect Xue Fang to be such a childlike person.

The 28-year-old still likes building blocks.

Xue Fang put together a super large suspension bridge and castle, all made of small particles, and a base has already been put together, Xue Fang put together one end, and Yan Zisheng put together the other end next to him.

The study room is full of Lego and loz building blocks, big and small, of all kinds.

Xue Fang worked hard.

"So you like this?" Yan Zisheng rummaged through the box for the same particles as in the drawing.

"I have nothing to do at home, I don't play games, and sometimes I can't read books, so I just fight this."

"Don't you even have girlfriends?"

"You don't have a boyfriend either." Xue Fang raised his head and smiled, Yan Zisheng raised his eyebrows to look at him.

At three o'clock, Xue Fang went to drive the robot vacuum cleaner to clean, and Yan Zisheng followed the robot robot around.

"Aren't the seniors mentally unstable?" He asked suddenly.

The voice was soft, and it seemed a little erratic in the sound of the sweeping robot.He regretted it after asking, and hoped that Xue Fang hadn't heard it.

Xue Fang kicked the robot to make it change direction, and replied: "My dad was diagnosed with lung cancer in my third year of high school. Then I dropped out of school."

Xue Fang continued: "My grades have always been poor. I can't be considered a smart student, and I can only be twenty in the ordinary class."

"Everything is overwhelming, and I can't get out by myself."

"I feel pretty useless."

"I even feel like a jerk that I'm unlucky."

"I took a year off from school."

"My dad lasted for six years."

"They said he must last until I graduate."

"I worked very hard before the college entrance examination."

"But I don't have that much talent."

"I tried my best and went to Nanjing Medical University for undergraduate and postgraduate studies."

"My dad still couldn't make it through, and I left when I was about to finish graduate school."

"The third year of high school is easy to be sensitive, but if you get through it, just think about it, and when you look back, it's actually nothing." Xue Fang turned his head.

Yan Zisheng looked at him: "If I am admitted to Ze University, I will treat you to dinner."

"Okay."

When Xue Fang was mopping the floor, Yan Zisheng sat cross-legged on the sofa with the slippers in his hand.

Xue Fang procrastinated three times, and Yan Zisheng watched him procrastinate.Two different mops, mopping floor tiles and floors respectively.Looking at it, the hand dropped, and the slippers fell to the ground.

He fell asleep.

Leaning on the sofa, he fell asleep in an awkward position leaning against the cushions.

Quiet but restless sleep.

Xue Fang went to get him a thin blanket to cover him, and gently helped him adjust his posture.

Seeing his hair slipping down and covering his face, he paused and stretched out his hand, pinching it behind his ear.

When he was about to retract his hand, Yan Zisheng reached out and grabbed him.

Cold and soft to the touch.

The five fingers are slender, with distinct joints, but they are exceptionally soft in the hand.

He loosened again because he fell asleep weakly.

Tears ran out of the corners of his eyes again.

Xue Fang sighed, and gently wiped away his tears with a tissue.

Yan Zisheng didn't go back for dinner, he told Xue Fang that everyone in the family had something to do today.He is not worried about them looking for him, they all know that he doesn't want to see his uncle, and every time this happens, he will shut himself in the study in anger, and he will order takeaway when he is hungry. If he doesn't come out, he will definitely not let them bother his.

So no one will look for him, no one will open the door without authorization, and if there is no answer when knocking on the door, he will only pretend that he is still angry.

He only thought he was wayward, but no one really came to comfort him or persuade him.

I only know that he will lose his temper, but no one knows that as long as he is a little bit considerate, it will be fine.

Until very late.

At eleven o'clock, Xue Fang asked him if he wanted to sleep, but he shook his head and finally said back.

"You keep the key. If there is no one at home or if you are wronged, come to me." Xue Fang said to him when he sent him out.

The author has something to say:

In my third year of high school, I was not so sensitive.

But it's also like heaven and earth, and my family can't do anything about me.In fact, I have no grievances, just doing.

It's really hard to explain the mood of senior high school students.

A considerate is commendable.

Xue Fang is not the kind of perfect little Gong who is gentle, considerate, talkative, smart, capable, and able to make a lot of money. He is rich, handsome, domineering, and cool.

His grades are not that good, he can't earn that much money at work, and he has been young and troubled, he is not calm and mature when he comes up

He is an ordinary person with a good family education, and his character has become calm with age, and being considerate is a kind of education.

Of course, Yan Zisheng is not the kind of person who is particularly likable, after all there is no such thing as a perfect person.

But I saw a saying on Weibo that I like very much.

"You have to show your foolishness and weakness in front of each other, tear the skin of the painting, and then you can become lovers.???"