Continuously

Hayne's law shows that behind every serious accident, there must be 29 minor accidents, 300 near misses, and 1000 potential accidents.

So, for them, kissing is a hidden danger, saying goodbye is a harbinger, and exposure is a minor accident.

What is a serious accident?

Do you like yourself?

Yao An's ankle started to hurt, and he sprained his ankle when he ran downstairs in righteous indignation. After he called the teacher, he repeatedly confirmed that the post had been deleted, and scolded the bastard who posted it casually.

What else can he do.

Now he doesn't remember why he ran downstairs, who he was looking for or who he was protecting, he only remembered the last order.

"Don't tell Yao Jianqi."

The temperature dropped a few degrees, and the men and women were still hot. Yao An put on his hood and looked at them. He thought, these people are not afraid of being watched and judged by others.

These people can.

Amidst the more viscous saliva, Yao An didn't feel impatiently jealous, but thought of a worse thing bluntly.

At least judging from the location, the person who took the photo was in the same studio as Yao Jianqi.

In the weather of flying sand and rocks, there is a sneeze-like snow, but in the north, there is no trace of snow.

Yao Jianqi raised his forearm horizontally, forming a right angle with his upper body. His thumb pressed against the body of the primary-color pen.

Less than three meters away from the pen is an old man with a bare upper body, who is also their mannequin this time. His bony muscles and bones are like a plowshare planted in his skin.

Two small suns and a dozen art students surrounded him, turning three-dimensional into two-dimensional, contours into lines, and slowly contemplating.

Yao Jianqi has other things to draw, he can't draw a serious sketch or oil painting for Yao An, because the other party can't sit still, intentionally or unintentionally, at most he can send a sketch.

In fact, he didn't really need something to observe, but he just liked the embarrassment of Yao An's hands and feet when he was stared at for a long time.

Because he is not sure whether the other party sees him only with the eyes of the painter and not with the eyes of the lover.

How wonderful.

Yao Jianqi thought that he might have really smiled, or made a sound, otherwise the students next door wouldn't have looked at him with an undisguised strange expression.

He restrained himself consciously, and devoted himself to the homework in front of him. After finishing a painting, he leaned over the easel and gave a lazy stretch.

The teacher inspected the front one by one and ordered them to continue to pay attention to the first school exam a week later, and reported a list of names, two less than in the unified exam.

Some people gave up their brushes and went back to school, including Su Xie.

On the day he left, Chen Zhe opened a bottle of white peach-flavored marble soda and said, "That's all, it's over."

"Continue to practice and pay attention to the structure of the face." The teacher finished the last sentence.

Yao Jianqi dragged the chair back to its original position, took out the earplugs and put them on, changed the paper and started to shape again.

After painting for a while, someone patted his shoulder, and he tilted his head, but it was the classmate who had been sitting next to him, who often sat on his right.

Yao Jianqi took off an earplug: "Huh?"

"That..." The boy looked around, then moved his mouth again, as if he was struggling with something difficult.

"What's wrong?" Yao Jianqi asked calmly.

He clenched his fists again, making up his mind: "Do you know that in school..."

"Yao Jianqi!" The teacher suddenly called him from the other end, interrupting the other party's next words, "Your brother called and said he has something to do with you."

Yao An really didn't know such a coincidence.

The sprained foot is almost healed, and the boss banned him from going to work for a few days, saying that the rehabilitation therapist had completely disabled him, so how can others trust us?

Yao An couldn't refute.

He invited someone else to answer, one class cost dozens of dollars, and he just lay in bed all day thinking about things, but he couldn't think of anything else, except Yao Jianqi.

Sometimes I wonder if he knows about that terrible thing, sometimes I hate that dog and force my grandson to look at him from nowhere, and sometimes I think too far, thinking that this incident is like a preview of the future.

He annoyed himself and couldn't show it on the phone. He still asked him how he was doing, did he get enough sleep, and asked insincerely whether he was unhappy with his classmates?

The answer I got was always: "It's okay."

This time is no exception.

"Are you really 'okay' or are you just dismissing me?" Yao An asked, beating the bed.

"How dare I send you away." Yao Jianqi said as if he was afraid of him, "Only you can send me away."

Yao An, who was beaten up, hurriedly sat up with a pillow: "When did I dismiss you, why didn't I know?"

"I'll count." Yao Jianqi tapped his fingers on the plaster of the wall, seriously, "You've always been listless these days, and when I asked you what's wrong, you insisted that you didn't.

"I made two calls last Wednesday and you didn't answer, and the next day I explained that I was busy, but Zhan Xing said that you were in the dormitory all day.

"and also……"

"Wait a minute!" Yao An was overwhelmed by his accusations, and grabbed a little, "When did you start talking to Zhan Xing?"

"Isn't it okay to learn about your boyfriend's daily routine?" Yao Jianqi responded easily, "Don't you have the phone numbers of my teachers in all subjects, except sports."

"I'm not..." Yao An wanted to say that I cared about my younger brother, wasn't that the way I was when I was young?But then he realized that Yao Jianqi's name was not objective to him, no matter his height or length.

"Also." Yao Jianqi said while the other party was talking, "You sprained your ankle, why didn't you tell me?"

Yao An was speechless, that Zhan Xing is a sucker!

And Yao Jianqi didn't open his mouth anymore, when he waited for his answer, it was so far away and he was silent, but Yao An could feel that he was serious.

"Oh, I'm just afraid of you!" Yao An put out the flames in time, and grabbed a pillow towel in anger, "There's something wrong with your fart, you're always worried about something, suspicious, and worried It doesn't matter if I fight and cause trouble, but it affects your own mood, so I don't want to."

Yao Jianqi still paused over there, occasionally there were a few roars of cars, letting Yao An know that the phone was still connected.

Just when he was about to become a little nervous, Yao Jianqi finally spoke.

"Because it's you and me." He said, "You may think I'm making a big fuss, and you don't think it's necessary, but can you reserve my right to know a little bit?"

Yao Jianqi sincerely asked for his promise, saying, "Knowing nothing is more embarrassing than anything, especially when I can't see you."

Yao An's palms were sweating while holding the cold screen, even though it was the middle of winter.

He was guilty, because of his repeated thoughts of passing it off, because of his concealment, and even more so because of the wavering mind these days when he was lying on the cobweb drying in the corner of the wall.

He is the real embarrassment.

"I didn't look at the crooked foot when I went downstairs, and I did not go to the recovery room the day I didn't answer your call, but something happened, but it was temporarily resolved." Yao An patiently explained without leaving anything behind, "The lack of energy these days is mainly due to lying down and sleeping too much all day, and... a very minor reason."

"What's the reason?" Yao Jianqi seemed to go to a quieter place and stopped.

Yao An's aching cervical spine leaned against the edge of the wall, seeking a wall for support.

He looked up at the precarious spider thread, and finally asked the question that had occupied his mind for the past few days.

"What will happen in the future, have you thought about it?"

Yao Jianqi gently approached a bust of Marseilles placed in an abandoned classroom. The moss on this side was wiped dry with alcohol yesterday, and the cracks were very clean.

"Is this why you made this call?" His voice echoed in the empty square, echoing on the tread of the plaster statue.

Yao An did not answer immediately.

He didn't want to admit it, but at a time like this, denial would only appear to be cover-up.

"Maybe." Yao An closed his eyes, "Maybe I just miss you."

The white curved surface was carefully combed by a pair of hands, as if treating a lover, Yao Jianqi's environment allowed him to listen to these words with all his heart.

And feel pleasure and panic at the same time.

"Now I'm more convinced that something happened." Yao Jianqi only revealed one of his calm emotions, "But you will pretend that nothing happened."

There was a light smack on the other side, not sure if it was affirmation or helplessness.

"You know, you're wasting time." Yao An said, "It's going to be more than 15 minutes."

After a few moments on the other end, it seemed that he took away the phone to confirm whether what he said was true.

"Why is it here?" Yao Jianqi frowned, as if he was not reconciled.

When preparing for the school exam, you must be absolutely betting and avoid all distractions, just like restricting play, Yao An is not only among the distracting factors, but also the number one.

15 points is a relatively safe number.

"That's right." Yao An seemed to be joking on purpose, "So do you want to say something exciting?"

Yao Jianqi smiled in a timely manner, and after a while, Youyou said: "I'm afraid you will be called tough by me."

The last word was on the tip of his tongue.

Yao An brushed his hair and cursed in a low voice, "Fuck."

"So fast?" Yao Jianqi added more details.

"Fuck!" Yao An kicked the quilt twice to drive away the suddenly intensified hot air from the air conditioner, "It's over, you can go on your own."

"Wait a minute, Yao An." Yao Jianqi suddenly called his name.

"Huh?" Yao An was not in a hurry to hang up, he was listening attentively.

Yao Jianqi changed his breath, passing through the medium of air and electric current, so that his voice was neither humble nor overbearing when pleading.

"Don't give up on me," he said, "No matter what happens, don't give up on me."