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On a night with a breeze and cold air, the lights in the equipment warehouse of the sports department were dim and hazy, Zhong Xincheng stood at the gate of the iron gate as he had done a few days ago, his eyes trembled when he raised his eyes, and finally fell on Yan Shu in the distance.

The man sat on the dusty ping pong table with his legs bent, his back bent into an undulating hill. He stared sideways at the rusty horizontal bar in the corner, then turned his head slowly, with teasing deep dark eyes .Zhong Xincheng can clearly see the curvature of Yan Shu's lips, the traces of the beautiful neckline pixel drawing, and the shadows are just right and perfect.

The hazy sound and scene could not be accurately captured, Zhong Xincheng looked directly at Yan Shu, the tide-like waves hit the reef of the mind layer by layer, taking away the quicksand and egg shells, exposing the rugged rock surface - full of incomplete holes, sharp It's outrageous.

"Come here, Xincheng." Zhong Xincheng's expression changed, he heard Yan Shu say this.

There was an echo in his voice, like a copper bell ringing from a distant mountain stream, shaking Zhong Xincheng's chest with a slight pain.

One step, two steps.

The smile on the corners of Yan Shu's lips became more conspicuous. He stretched out his long arms, brought the obedient child in front of him, held down his body forcefully, put his hands on Zhong Xincheng's waist, and touched them vaguely.

Sparks splashed everywhere, Zhong Xincheng lowered his head and silently traced the strict outline with his eyes, deliberately staying at the man's Adam's apple and the corners of his lips, and then slipped away naturally without a trace.

"What are you looking at?" Yan Shu's fingertips climbed onto the belt buckle of Zhong Xincheng's trousers, he slowly and ambiguously rubbed along the edge of the buckle, and finally closed his fingers with a hook, pulling Zhong Xincheng to the closest place to him.Yan Shu raised his head and asked Zhong Xincheng with a smile, his hands were still restless.

"Xincheng, tell me." Yan Shu asked.

Zhong Xincheng seemed to be hanging above a shallow cloud, and the emotion magnified infinitely by being alone and inexplicable pulsation spread throughout the atrium. His face was silent and indifferent, but his heart was actually about to settle down—too despondent and helpless.

When Yan Shu was about to untie the belt with his demonic hands, Zhong Xincheng reached out to stop Yan Shu's unscrupulous behavior.He took Yan Shu's hand away from his belt, but he was caught by the shameless guy.

Yan Shu gently squeezed Zhong Xincheng's fingertips, as if he wanted to calculate whether their two lives were compatible.

"Let go." Zhong Xincheng said coldly.

"Why, don't you like me?" Yan Shu raised his eyes and interlocked his fingers more vigorously. He simply pulled Zhong Xincheng's shirt out of his trouser waist, revealing a small piece of skin that was not covered by the fabric.

Zhong Xincheng was frightened, he became panicked for a moment, but he couldn't move his hand away.Yan Shu stood up from the table, stretched out his hand and hugged Zhong Xincheng into his arms, his waist and abdomen were pressed together tightly, so tightly that even breathing could be easily entangled.Zhong Xincheng couldn't see Yan Shu's whole picture clearly, only the man's collarbone line was clear in front of his eyes.

"You were looking at this just now, right?" Yan Shu narrowed his eyes and smiled, he tapped his lips with his right hand, tilted his head and poured his voice into Zhong Xincheng's right ear. "You want to kiss me, don't you?"

"No!" Zhong Xincheng struggled to escape, but the seemingly non-existent wings leading to freedom were tightly entangled by invisible chains. He was at a loss to resist the heat from Yan Shu, but he couldn't find a way to get back on track.

On track, what is on track?

"Little liar." Yan Shu read word by word, tilting his head to block Zhong Xincheng's last defense.

……

"No!"

Zhong Xincheng jumped up from the bed, as if he was sitting up in a dying illness.

The frantically beating heart was about to burst out of his chest, cold sweat spread all over his back and soaked his clothes, Zhong Xincheng sat on the bed in a panic, his mind was muddled.

In the dim dormitory, the faint skylight was trapped through the leaky curtains, and the dust was scattered on the ground.The phone screen next to the pillow was dark, Zhong Xincheng turned over and staggered to touch it, the number [-]:[-] was glaring.

The shortness of breath made Zhong Xincheng unable to regain his normal heart rate. He clutched his head in pain and curled up on the bed, unable to drive out the person in his mind: What is this?

"Ah...then I don't use Kiehl's, I use Dabao, okay?"

A trembling voice suddenly came from below, and Zhong Xincheng lifted his spirits and looked down suddenly.

For some reason, Da'an suddenly got up very early, even his clothes were neatly dressed, with a puppy flower towel around his neck, he looked up at Zhong Xincheng who was sitting up in embarrassment, and asked tentatively.

What Kiehl's?What big treasure?

Zhong Xincheng, who was dazzled by the terrifying dream, had no time to think about other things, his voice was full of lingering fear, and he said, "What do you want?"

"I'll borrow your cream, I ran out of mine, and then you said no..." Da'an also realized something was wrong at this time, Zhong Xincheng's face was frighteningly pale, and his hair was drenched as if he had just been fished out of the water.He didn't care about Dabao anymore, he raised his head and asked, "What's wrong with you, are you having a nightmare?"

It was indeed a nightmare, Zhong Xincheng rubbed his forehead dejectedly, and did not speak.

"It's okay, what are you looking for, I'll help you..." Zhong Xincheng wanted to find something to do for himself, he lifted the quilt handsomely and was about to get out of bed, but before he could move, he suddenly stopped, like a machine with no electricity In the middle of the work, there is a sense of incongruity all over the body.

Immediately afterwards, Da'an saw Zhong Xincheng retreat into the quilt with a cold face, turned his head to face the wall in thought, and said in a muffled voice, "On the third shelf, the white jar, take it yourself."

"Oh." Da'an got the cream and asked again, "Aren't you coming down?"

He couldn't see Zhong Xincheng's face clearly, but when he saw his roommate who was unshakable, calm and self-sufficient, his ears were so red that they were about to burn.

"No." Zhong Xincheng faltered, unable to speak clearly.

One minute later, Daan left in a hurry.Zhong Xincheng's heart was ashamed, he endured the physical reaction in the morning, and suddenly felt that life was hopeless.

Some things, once sprouted, are out of control.

When it was time to be on duty again, Zhong Xincheng didn't want to enter the office for the first time.He lingered downstairs for a long time, and the way he came was slower than a turtle crawling. The Qingxin mantra was repeated in the earphones several times, so that Zhong Xincheng could draw a hundred or eighty unfeeling talismans on a piece of paper.He took a deep breath and meditated on Preserving the Laws of Heaven and Destroying Human Desires, his little mouth was more sloppy than ever.

Isn't it Spring|Dream?What are you afraid of?have what?Isn't it the protagonist, right? Isn't it...

Wouldn't it be okay if you changed your face?What's wrong with the beautiful young lady? Is there anything you can't accept?have……

Must be a gender issue!is gender...

Yes Yes……

Zhong Xincheng bumped his head against the marble slab at the elevator entrance, his whole body was pressed against the wall and was about to cry, but he was silent and unable to make a single movement, only his movements shocked the world.

"Xincheng? Why don't you go up, what are you doing here?"

Yan Shu turned around the hall with a piece of bread in his mouth and a schoolbag in his mouth. As soon as he entered the corridor, he saw Zhong Xincheng hanging on the wall like a painting, and he was still chanting rap plausibly.

This kid was fine yesterday, why is he crazy today?

When Cao Cao arrived, Zhong Xincheng's heart skipped a beat. He turned around abruptly, and there was no such thing as the Diamond Sutra of Shangliangshan Qingxin Mantra.He looked at Yan Shu with a stern face as if he was facing an enemy, his back was so stiff that it seemed as if it would break in the next second.

Yan Shu took the bread from his mouth and pinched the broken piece of bread he had bitten off into his fingertips. He watched Zhong Xincheng stand up from the posture of an invertebrate without knowing why, and there seemed to be no big difference from the beginning to the end: deserted The expression, the silent character, the indifferent eyebrows and eyes.

But something is always wrong.

Is it an illusion?

Ding--

The elevator is coming.

Yan Shu was like a wolf like a tiger in Zhong Xincheng—let's call it like a wolf like a tiger, his eyes were so aggressive that Yan Shu couldn't find an appropriate word to describe it.In short, he walked into the elevator under Zhong Xincheng's attention, and finally found that the child was standing at the door like an icicle, frozen in place and refused to come in.

"Xincheng?" Yan Shu was stuck on the elevator door, the elevator was already beeping the alarm, Zhong Xincheng still didn't intend to come up.

"I'll take the stairs." Zhong Xincheng turned his heels and slipped away without a trace.

Looking at Zhong Xincheng's appearance, Yan Shu suddenly felt guilty. He blocked the elevator door and looked around: the bright elevator lights, the newly replaced billboards, the indicator keys with green light, the transparent and shiny flat mirror...

Could it be that Xincheng had figured something out, had a premonition that taking the elevator this time would definitely penetrate the center of the earth at the speed of piling; or that the door would definitely not open and there would be strange events like female ghosts, or...

Yan Shu shivered, and the more he thought about it, the more outrageous he was, he walked out of the elevator with small steps, took a bite of the bread and jumped into the corridor of the elevator, followed Zhong Xincheng's footsteps up the stairs, and even shouted loudly: "Xincheng ,wait for me."

What are you waiting for!Zhong Xincheng was so frightened that his ears pricked up, and he rushed upstairs.

On a certain day in a certain year, Yan Shu and Zhong Xincheng, without the knowledge of both sides, ran across several stairs, one running and the other chasing, one couldn't get rid of it, and the other couldn't catch up.

When Yan Shu finally caught the panting Zhong Xincheng in the office, he hugged the child's neck fiercely, half-smiling and half-blaming: "Why are you running, I can eat you?"

The hot air and restless breath of young people brushed Zhong Xincheng's ears, the office was unexpectedly lively today, Liang Tingting and Wang Xiangru were both studying by themselves, Liang Liang was temporarily assigned to change shifts, they all huddled in the corner doing their own things, strange He glanced at Yan Shu without any surprise, but didn't dare to say anything.

Zhong Xincheng didn't answer, he felt awkward and wanted to quickly escape Yan Shu's touch.But that person seemed to have figured out what he wanted, and he didn't let go after arguing for a long time.

When Zhong Xincheng sat on the chair tiredly, Yan Shu handed him another glass of boiling water.

"The strenuous exercise in the early morning, young people are really energetic." Yan Shu looked up to the sky and sighed. The people in the building are not like him.

"Brother is getting old." Zhong Xincheng rarely whispered something, and when he turned on the computer, Yan Shu suddenly rubbed his hair violently. "No, do you want to try?"

Zhong Xincheng almost spit out a sip of water, he suddenly thought of the absurd and outrageous dream in the morning, put his feet on the table legs and slid out with the wheel chair, and moved the computer as if fleeing, and the distance was more than one meter in an instant.

Yan Shu hangs the cup in his hand blankly, his unclear face is reflected on the mirror-like water surface, Yan Shu frowned thinking about Zhong Xincheng's weird attitude, feeling a sense of crisis in his heart.

Subtle evasions and distances suddenly occurred, and Zhong Xincheng was absent-minded in his self-study, because Yan Shu was sitting diagonally across from him, crouching in the chair and reading the paper with his hands folded, with a serious face, as if he was reviewing some life-and-death manuscript.

Sometimes Yan Shu would turn around and say something to Liang Tingting and Wang Xiangru. The young man was sitting in the sun, his hair coated with gentle light was slightly upturned, and his deep and beautiful pupils were like some kind of impurity-free gemstones.When he raises his hand, he habitually raises his index finger, which naturally rests on the tip of his chin.

There are too many little moves that Zhong Xincheng has never noticed before.

Perhaps his gaze was too much to be ignored, Yan Shu turned his head unexpectedly, raised his lips and smiled at Zhong Xincheng.

The fingers hidden under the table curled up, Zhong Xincheng's face was tense, the corners of his lips straightened, and he moved his eyes away.

The eyes cannot see, but the heart remembers.