Continuously

The cold towel was clenched in the hand for a long time, stealing some body temperature, and when the water leaked from the fingertips to the ground, so did a drop of nosebleed.

Yao Jianqi bypassed the sketchbook, walked up to Yan Huai'en, pushed him onto the chair while the other party hesitated to speak, and stuck the towel on the back of Yan Huai'en's neck.

"Hiss—" Yan Huai'en shivered.

"Wipe it." Yao Jianqi handed over the paper as well.

Yan Huai'en took one, rolled it into strips on his thigh, stuffed it into his nose, and raised his head.

"Hey?"

The back of his neck was pressed against by Yao Jianqi's two fingers, and he pressed down gently but not without loss.

"Keep your head down." Yao Jianqi explained calmly.

"Is that so?" Yan Huai'en pressed his right nose, "I always thought I was going to look up."

"Goes down the throat."

"what?"

Yan Huai'en opened his mouth to breathe, took out another piece of paper, and covered his nose with the smell of blood.

Yao Jianqi silently pressed the towel for him, changing sides from time to time, but he heard the sound of the wind turning the pages for no reason.

"That..." Yan Huai'en tilted his head forward and asked vaguely, "Aren't you going to pick it up?"

"It's okay." Yao Jianqi said.

The moving wind covered the curled pages again.

The voice was surprisingly calm, so Yan Huai'en glanced at him, and the eyes were the same.

Yan Huaien felt it necessary to remind him.

So he said, "I've seen it all."

"Yeah." Yao Jianqi's voice didn't change, "That's good."

Yan Huai'en was stunned: "Huh?"

As soon as he let go, the nosebleed leaked out again, he hurriedly raised his head, and Yao Jianqi pressed him down again.

Yao Jianqi put a towel around Yan Huai'en's neck, went to the kitchen, opened the upper refrigerator door, and after pushing aside a pile of pork in fresh-keeping bags, he finally found it.

Yan Huai'en swallowed, wiped his fingers on the paper, then picked up the closed test paper on the floor, put it in the sketchbook, looked around, and put it on Yao Jianqi's bag.

As soon as he sat down, Yao Jianqi just entered the door with a bowl and a spoon in his hand, and he only saw it clearly when he got closer.

"Ice?" Yan Huai'en was surprised.

"Cooling the temperature can stop the bleeding." Yao Jianqi raised the bowl.

Yan Huai'en was eye-opening. She has had nosebleeds for so many years, and she has never heard of these techniques.

He scooped a piece of ice into his mouth as he said, he was so cold that he was so cold that tears were about to come out

"Just keep it in your mouth." Yao Jianqi sat down opposite him.

Yan Huai'en nodded with difficulty, desperately resisting the urge to vomit, trembling all over, as if the ice cubes gradually melted after a long day.

"This method is too torturous." Yan Huai'en threw the paper ball into the trash can, and every breath was like swallowing a knife, "It's better to have a nosebleed."

Yao Jianqi smiled and leaned against the bed curtain.

"Where are there so many ice cubes? If there are any..." Yan Huai'en stirred the bowl of half-melted ice with a spoon.

Yao Jianqi supported the edge of the bed with both hands, and said, "Yao Antun."

With a click, the spoon bumped against the edge of the bowl.For the first time, Yan Huai'en felt that why he was so troubled by the small name.

Yao An rested his chin on his hands and squatted under the red light.

"You made a mistake." Such a sentence floated out of his mouth.

"It might be hard to accept for a while." Zhan Xing put his arms around his shoulders, patted him reassuringly, and changed his voice, "But whether it's a mistake or not, it's not a problem to squat here all the time."

Since the parade passed by just now, they have squatted at the traffic lights for more than a dozen rounds, as if they were standing side by side with the zebra crossing.

Yao An turned a deaf ear and said as usual: "No, why are you so sure? It's because he doesn't play with girls, so he likes it... just likes it..."

Yao An couldn't continue.

Zhan Xing sighed, silently caught another group of passers-by's inexplicable eyes, and put his hands on the bridge of his eyebrows to block: "Dude, I'm not sure, I just provided a vague possibility.

"It's definitely you." Zhan Xing said.

There was a bang in Yao An's ears, and it was all ringing.

"Does this at least mean that you are subconscious, or that if you think it is unreasonable, it is reasonable when you encounter this answer." Zhan Xing was still narrating, "Actually, there is nothing wrong with homosexuality. ..."

"Stop talking." Yao An suddenly said, "My brother is not!"

Zhan Xing yelled at him until his ears rang, closed his eyes, and cursed secretly.

Yao An tugged at his hair with both hands, and fell silent again.

"Yao An." Zhan Xing shook him, "Hey, Yao An, Brother An?"

Yao An turned his face slowly, with a blank expression.

"I have a question."

Zhan Xing scratched his face, mumbled for a while, and finally couldn't help saying: "Don't be... homophobic?"

Silence is sometimes more difficult than noise.

But Yao Jianqi was definitely not among those people.

Stuffing the sketchbook into his bag, he looked at Yan Huai'en, breaking the stagnation in the air: "Brother Huai'en, do you have any questions?"

Yan Huai'en seemed to be called out when he was in a trance in class, but he was a little more nervous than Yao Jianqi.

"Yes, yes." Yan Huai'en hurriedly organized his words, retrieved the first one from thousands of questions, and vomited it out with difficulty, "That's... Yao An, right?"

Within a second, Yao Jianqi nodded calmly: "Yes."

Sure enough, he asked knowingly.

"You..." Yan Huai'en got stuck, holding on to the last sliver of luck, "Why did you draw...your brother's...just..."

His slightly embarrassed appearance made Yao Jianqi smile relaxedly, and then he heard himself say, "Because I like it."

Yan Huai'en suddenly looked up.

"Because I like him."

When the last word fell, a burst of fatigue that could be called light relaxation hit Yao Jianqi's knee.

Without this opportunity, he would not know how eager he is to say that he likes it.

Yan Huai'en was a little stunned, all doubts, temptations, and even denials suddenly disintegrated.

Especially in the face of such eyes.

After a little hesitation, he walked up to Yao Jianqi and asked in a low voice, "Yao An doesn't know, does he?"

The lip line Yao Jianqi used to tease him had already told him the answer.

"How is it possible?" Yao Jianqi sighed lightly.

"That's right." Yan Huai'en echoed, but said, "It's such a big deal, if he finds out, he might blow the tank."

Unexpectedly, Yan Huai'en could still be humorous and comforting at this time, Yao Jianqi smiled, grateful from the bottom of his heart.

"Jian Qi, do you consider me a friend?" Yan Huai'en asked suddenly.

"Of course." Yao Jianqi said seriously.

Yan Huai'en nodded, and then asked, "do you want to tell him?"

Yao Jianqi was slightly taken aback, thinking of Yao An asking about the person he likes on the bed.

"Think about it." He said slowly and solemnly.

The blank space of silence has a deeper meaning, he has thought about it thousands of times.

But he can't.

"Okay, I assure you," Yan Huai'en put his hand on Yao Jianqi's shoulder, "If you decide not to say it, every word about this matter will rot in my stomach, and no third person will know." Yan Huai'en paused cautiously, and said, "However, if you finally decide to tell him. Then, I will support you with all my will and efforts."

Yao Jianqi looked at him in surprise.

"My ability is meager, and I don't know what else to do, so I can barely be regarded as someone to confide in," Yan Huai'en smiled warmly, "If you want to talk to someone from time to time, then I am always there."