casual and fun

The breakfast was already freezing cold, and no one moved while lying on the desk.

Shi Nian realized that he had an amnesia attack, and he forgot all about the whole day yesterday, so he pushed Yang Sile away in a panic, and hid in the bathroom alone. No matter what Yang Sile called him, he would should not.

The bathroom in the big bed room of this hotel cannot be locked, Yang Sile was only concerned about Shi Nian's mood so he didn't push the door straight in.He stood at the door of the bathroom, and through the crack of the door he heard the sound of heavy and rapid breathing more and more clearly.

"Shi Nian, can I go in?" He knocked on the door and said softly, "Let me see you."

Shi Nian ignored it, and squatted under the shower, crying with regret.

If he could have calmed down a bit just now, made a joke, said that he was still asleep, and then followed Yang Sile's mouth for the camp step by step, he would not have fallen to such a point.

He has deceived so many people in the school, and has dealt with countless similar crises alone, and it is no problem to deceive one more person.

But in the past month, he's used to relaxing in front of Yang Sile, let alone seeing Yang Sile as soon as he opened his eyes like today, how can he remember the scheming he usually uses on others?Instead of holding Yang Sile and crying loudly on the spot, he hid and slowly digested his panic, which was already the result of restraint.

Yang Sile was a little scared, and he couldn't help thinking, if he hadn't come to Qingyuan, and Shi Nian had forgotten about a whole day while living with the chief violinist, how helpless and lonely he would be.

However, if he hadn't come, maybe Shi Nian wouldn't have been angry yesterday, maybe he wouldn't have been provoked like this at all.

He sighed, and raised his hand to knock on the door again.This time it's not a solicitation, just a notice.

"Shi Nian, I'm coming in."

After waiting for two seconds, Shi Nian didn't agree or refuse, so he pushed open the glass door of the bathroom.

Who would have imagined that after opening the first door, there would be a second one—Shi Nian locked himself in the shower room.

Seeing this scene, Yang Sile inexplicably remembered the game of the eagle catching the chicken.

He walked over lightly, pushed open the second glass door, sat down against the wall next to Shi Nian who kept crying, took out his mobile phone and asked, "Let's change the ticket, can we go back at noon today?"

Shi Nian didn't speak.He still couldn't remember why he wanted to go back to Qingjiang.

Seeing him hanging his head, Yang Sile silently swallowed his crying, and then said, "12:12 is about the same. You can rest for a while and have an early lunch before heading to the station slowly. Have a look?"

He put the phone on Shi Nian's curled up lap and asked for his opinion, but Shi Nian suddenly gasped heavily, threw his phone back into his arms, turned his head and shouted at the top of his lungs: " I do not remember!"

The "broken window effect" may also apply to people's moods. Once they give up struggling and recklessly shout out their long-buried inner voice, it is easy to talk endlessly afterwards.

"I forgot all of them, I don't remember any of them..." Shi Nian began to shatter, "Why did you go back to Qingjiang, why did you say that, I don't remember, I don't even have the slightest impression."

He wiped away his tears, sniffed his nose, pretended to be indifferent and looked at the calm Yang Sile, and even twitched the corners of his mouth in disdain: "You don't believe me? I didn't joke with you, and I didn't do that The reason for the second disease is that I have amnesia, the kind of amnesia diagnosed by a tertiary hospital, do you understand?"

"Oh, as for the 'elementary classmate', I just pretended to think of you, but in my mind you are a transfer student who has known each other for half a year and only recently became friends."

Speaking of this, the anger that was supporting Shi Nian suddenly vented.

Because he completely forgot yesterday, and completely forgot that "liking Yang Sile" was something he secretly vetoed, so he felt sore.

He really didn't think of his primary school days, but Yang Sile in his mind had already surpassed "a transfer student who had known each other for half a year and only recently became friends".

But when this kind of thing happened, he couldn't say: "Although I don't think of you, maybe I will forget you one day, but I recently found that I like you a little bit. In fact, you are different from others in my mind."

He is not so thick-skinned.

Shi Nian took a deep breath, trying to hold back the hot tears that welled up in his eyes again.

But it didn't help, he still pursed his mouth, crying like a child who has never been trusted by adults.

"Yes, Yang Sile, I have been lying and deceiving you all along."

He wiped away a line of tears with the sleeve of his pajamas, and a new line fell with a patter.

"I don't need your sympathy, you should be angry."

I can't hold back my crying.

"Really, I, I'm okay, I'm used to it, it's no big deal, but you must be hearing it for the first time. I understand, and I hope you understand me too."

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you, I didn't think about hurting anyone, just go if you want, I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

Shi Nian tried his best to look like he didn't care, but what he thought he was calm and decent sounded so incoherent to Yang Sile's ears, so...cute.

"Did I say I was leaving?"

Yang Sile sighed—for some reason, when he was with Shi Nian recently, he always wanted to sigh, as if pity, and it seemed to be mixed with something else that he couldn't bear.

"I said let's go together."

He put his phone in his bag, knelt up and hugged Shi Nian, letting him cry on his shoulder.

"I didn't have amnesia around me before, but it doesn't mean I don't believe that someone will suffer from amnesia. Shi Nian, I believe in you, I never thought of laughing at you, let alone get angry about it, and won't have sex with you friend."

When Shi Nian heard the words, he was finally willing to cry.

Yang Sile patted him on the back and asked, "Did someone laugh at you about this disease before?"

Shi Nian buried his face on Yang Sile's shoulder, greedily hugged him back, and nodded hesitantly.

Yang Sile: "Tell me, I'll scold them for you. Since elementary school, I won't let anyone go."

Shi Nian choked and said, "I, I can't remember clearly, it should have started in junior high school."

Yang Sile gently kneaded the back of his neck, stroking his back joint by joint, to help him relax: "Then start from junior high school. How those people laughed at you, speak out boldly, and I'll scold them one by one."

Shi Nian tightened his hands, and said with reddened ears, "They say I'm pretending..."

Yang Sile intentionally misinterpreted his literal meaning: "What are you pretending to be, are you pretending to be cute? Why are you pretending? You are already cute, but they have blind eyes."

Shi Nian: "Some boys said that I did it to attract girls' attention..."

Yang Sile opened his mouth and said, "Yesterday you were sitting in a restaurant ordering a dish and the waiters were all staring at you. Why did you use it to attract them and listen to their nonsense."

Shi Nian whimpered again: "I'm not a second child! I adapt to the body of the earthlings very well!"

Yang Sile laughed when he heard this, and took a look at his palm: "That's not right, young man, I think your bones are strange, you don't look like a person from Earth."

He immediately took Shi Nian's hand to his lips and kissed it: "It's like the male protagonist who came out of a healing animation with exploding funds."

Shi Nian was so shocked that he forgot to cry, and quickly straightened up, but the back of his head hit Yang Sile's chin.

Yang Sile let go of his hands in pain and rubbed his chin. Seeing that he didn't respond to that movement, Shi Nian didn't know where to ask.

If he had pretended to be ignorant just now, he might have been kissed twice more by Yang Sile, alas.

"Stop crying?" Seeing that Shi Nian had stopped crying, Yang Sile finally breathed a sigh of relief, and confirmed to him, "Are you feeling better now?"

"much better."

"Are you still afraid of me leaving?"

When Shi Nian thought of himself who was crying and making small reports just now, he was so ashamed that he didn't dare to look at Yang Sile again.

"...don't be afraid anymore."

"That's good." Yang Sile stood up from the ground, "I'm very afraid that you will have to fight with me like the day of the final performance. I can't beat you now, so I can only be pressed to the ground by you. "

Shi Nian raised his head and looked at him suspiciously.

Yang Sile reached out to pull him up, then lowered his head, and happened to meet Shi Nian's wet eyes from crying just now.

His heart shrank immediately, and the blood all over his body accelerated, and he rushed to tell each other shamelessly.Otherwise, there is no way to explain why his limbs and brain are about to move at the same time, as if he wants to do something immediately.

"...cough cough!" He withdrew his hand as if electrocuted, and cleared his throat, "Because I didn't sleep last night."

Shi Nian stood up by himself, wiped his eyes with a piece of toilet paper, and asked in a nasal voice, "Why don't you sleep? Is something delayed?"

Yang Sile couldn't figure it out, so he could only vent his energy of not doing anything by booking a bus ticket.He turned his back, called up Shi Nian's identity information on his phone that he had asked Fu Yi for early this morning, and bought two tickets on the spot.

"No reason, mobile phones are so fun."

Shi Nian questioned him several times until he got on the bullet train back to Qingjiang, but Yang Sile didn't recount to him the unhappiness that happened yesterday.

Shi Nian was tired from crying in the morning, yawned when he couldn't ask anything new from Yang Sile, and dozed off in relief.

Stirred by that thought, Yang Sile was still very energetic, and even burst out of inspiration, stories and melodies came out of his mind slowly.

He tiptoedly took out the lyrics book from his bag, put down the small table and pen, and walked away. From time to time, he turned his head to sneak a look at Shi Nian's sleeping face.

He realized later that this might be the best result—even though he still doesn't know, and may never know, why Shi Nian insisted on going back to Qingjiang alone last night, and why he was hit by a small misunderstanding into this.

However, at any rate, Shi Nian forgot what Chen Nan said, forgot the unhappiness after dinner, and forgot about going back to Qingjiang alone, so he could sit with him without suspicion, and reveal his forgetfulness to himself with confidence. The details of the disease, what to ask and what to answer, so obedient...

Want to do something again.

It must be work, yes, yes, work!Yang Sile withdrew his gaze and quickly immersed himself in writing the lyrics.

As I wrote, I still couldn't help turning my head to look at Shi Nian, who was holding the cello and sleeping like a chicken pecking rice.

Since at Niannian, I have become the only insider in the school, and he no longer has to hide his illness in front of him, does that mean... I can also be bold and try to be his "Yangyang" What about "brother"?

Homosexuals and "same-sex friends" can't kiss and hold each other high, but it's okay to be with a good "brother", right?

Yang Sile demonstrated without any rigor according to the procedure, and felt that the idea was very good, very good.

He really wanted to do something, and he was about to swear.