[Zhongyingmei] I'm just here to talk about someone

This incident became a big deal, but the exchange for the school’s blockade was that all his tuition fees would be free. At that time, Ennia felt that he was not in a situation where he could be willful. He still wanted to graduate from here, and he didn’t want to embarrass his adoptive father. Don't have much ability to find another good and convenient boarding school.

But the news leaked out. Although it was only rumors about male teachers molesting male students in the school, everyone clearly said that the victim was him.

In fact, these things don't matter, but he doesn't really want Tony to know these things.

……

In the early morning of the next day, Tony at the dining table looked at the figure who was still busy in the kitchen, and the table was already full of various meals.

"Ennia...is this enough?"

"Huh?" Ennia poked his head out.

"There are a lot of delicious food today, are you happy?"

"Yes, happy! Of course happy, what are these?"

Ennia looked at the man at the table who was trying to eat.

His eyes sparkled when he ate delicious food, and he raised his eyebrows slightly in satisfaction.

He hid in the kitchen and raised the corners of his mouth, silently thinking that it would be okay to divert his attention like this.

Ennia came to Tony with the last plate.

"Aren't you going to eat?"

"I just ate while I was cooking. Today's class is a bit early, so I'm going out first."

Tony looked at the boy who was going out with his bag on his back. He looked down at the piece of food in front of him, something was wrong.

It took nearly an hour before he ate everything slowly.

He burped a lot and touched his round belly, did he want to stretch himself to death?

Is this the so-called sweet burden?

In fact, there is no class today. He came to school so early because he wanted to deal with Morrison's matter quickly so that Tony and the others wouldn't worry.

The man was taken aback the moment he saw him, turned around and wanted to leave.

Ennia silently followed, "Morrison, it's almost stopped."

"Let's talk,"

Standing behind the man, Ennia spoke on his own.

"I still remember who you are."

Morrison stopped in his tracks.

He paused, turned around slowly, and said with a mocking smile, "I thought you had forgotten me a long time ago."

"Things have passed long ago, why do such meaningless things now."

"I just want to break your indifference."

He suddenly laughed, "Come with me, and I'll tell you everything."

Ennia stared at him for two seconds and then smiled.

"it is good."

……

"There's nothing to see in a small room, don't look at it, you can sit wherever you want."

This is a small rental house, and all kinds of things are piled up chaotically.

Ernia found a chair and sat down, and Morrison sat on his own bed.

"Did you know that man has a habit of collecting photos?"

Ennia knew who he was talking about, and he didn't answer.

"You were not the first victim, but you were the last."

"I don't know how jealous you are, but you don't care about these dirty things at all. You always live a good life by yourself. I've hated you since then."

"The photo is in a drawer in the office, and that scumbag didn't hide it at all! Some students saw my photo when they were packing up. I absolutely can't let this matter be exposed like this, so I came up with a good idea."

"As long as the whole school is talking about the other victims, and as long as you're the center of attention instead of me, I'll be fine. What a brilliant idea, isn't it?"

"Anyway, you haven't always been deserted, and you don't care about anything. You don't care if you are isolated by the whole school. Sure enough, you don't care so much. Don't you live a good life?"

"When I posted your photo, I felt guilty at first, but you didn't respond at all. You were obviously being talked about unscrupulously by everyone, but you didn't care at all."

"Obviously I'm so scared, why can you act like nothing happened, it shouldn't be like this."

Ennia looked at him calmly, without any extra emotion in his eyes.

"Morrison, you're done talking, it's my turn to talk."

"You never hated me as you said you hated me."

"You're afraid of me."

"You think we have the same experience, but you are worse than me, but I am luckier than you, so you feel jealous when you see me."

"You were afraid of what you might suffer and pushed me to the forefront, but I didn't blame you at the time. I forgave you because you were just a child in pain that year."

"But now you want me to be notorious and expelled from school! What's going on with Liszt, why do you do this kind of thing with him."

Morrison lowered his head, forgive?What did you say to forgive.

Obviously he hates him so much.

"Tell me about Liszt."

"He just saw you getting out of the red sports car with a rich-looking man."

Tony felt a little familiar when he heard the description in his ear, the red sports car...

He was already about to be blown away by what he heard, and now he suddenly knew that the culprit was himself.

Although this is a bit despicable, looking at Ennia's attitude yesterday and this morning, he knew that he wanted to solve everything by himself.

It's just that he was too worried, so he secretly put a small thing on him, so that if something really happened, he could rush over there in time.

I didn't expect to make my current self think of Sharkman so much...

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In the room after Ennia left, Morrison sat alone in the shadows for a long time.

He thought about the past and the present, thinking that he would never have any intersection with himself again.

When Liszt finds him, he knows he's finished, old nightmares recurring and driving him out of his mind.

He didn't actually believe what Liszt said, Ennia was doing that kind of dirty thing now.

That person has been very independent since before, because he doesn't communicate with others, and he has less dirt and dust than others. He is not most of the normal people.

He didn't believe it, of course he didn't.

But he didn't know why Liszt had those bad pictures from the past.

It was like a recurring nightmare.

Could it be that he could never leave or escape? Morrison once thought so.

But... what else can he do after he said that.

The man unconsciously turned into a posture curled up in a corner, with his head down, unable to see his face clearly in the dark.

Really bad, once he was probably out of shame and didn't want others to know how ugly he was, so he framed that person.

But this time, I'm afraid he can no longer tolerate his past, nor can he tolerate another wrong thing that keeps him awake at night.

What's more, that person, say this to him, forgive me?

"Oh." With a mocking expression on his face buried in his arms, he took out his mobile phone and looked at it silently for a while. After he dialed a number, he waited silently for the other side to connect.

"Hello? Excuse me?"

"..."

After 10 minutes, the call ended, and one person put down the phone and walked to the only window in the room.

He saw himself covered in shadows all over, and one finger was illuminated by a little light coming in obliquely, and only that finger was illuminated.

However, he had the feeling that his whole body was brought into the sunlight because of that clear light.

I used to think that these lights would hurt him, but in fact he can go anywhere, and only he can decide whether to get hurt or not.

This room is full of dust, and there is no bright thing. It is always in the closed darkness, and it also shuts the darkness in.

If he never wants to open the contents inside, it also means that he himself is trapped in it forever.

When the man looks out of the window, even the ordinary streets, places he feels are vulgar and unclean, there are still scenery. In this dirty city, there are trees and plants that can grow beautifully, and the sun shines on every household without omission. On the windows of the house, there was flying dust, and the wall paint was peeling and mottled. It was very ordinary, but he never looked up. He didn't want to believe it, and he didn't dare to look.

……

When Ernia returned, she saw no one in the living room.

He went back to the room, closed all the curtains, leaving only a little dim light, and then undressed and went to the bathroom.

Ennia bowed her head to let the warm water wash over her shoulders.

Morrison is no longer the point, and he is not the one who really needs to pay attention. Ennia was thinking about things silently and did not hear the voices outside.

Tony knew that Ennia had just come back, and he wanted to meet that Ennia now anyway.

Even though he may not have faced his feelings yet.

Everyone has a dark side.

Tony is actually a very thorough person, not because he is not good at the truth about people, but because he knows that it is all personal homework.

No matter how good his relationship with Ennia is, unless Ennia is willing to say it, he has no way to ask him to show his heart, but he is still restless.

"Ennia, can I go in?"

After waiting for a while, no one came to open the door.

……

Ennia turned her head stiffly, "What did you say?"

"I already know it all."

"how do you……"

Tony held the water glass in both hands, "I know I'm sorry for you, but there is a gadget on your backpack that I glued on. When you went out, I thought the things in your school were not trivial, so I was a little worried."

Tony sat on the couch opposite.

He was looking straight at him to keep Ennia from running away.

"Do you know what I think? When I know about you, I can't wait to blast those who hurt you into cannon fodder. I can go and solve them for you right away."

"However, you must want to say, you can solve it yourself, it doesn't matter, it doesn't matter these words."

"Ernia, I don't want to hear you say that, since we've known each other, do you think I can be trusted?"

"Don't refuse my help, you are not only an important member of the Avengers, you are also someone I am willing to trust and protect you."

"You just need to accept my hug frankly, admit that you are hurt, and rely on me when you need it." He rested his chin and stared at him with those charming eyes.

"I know that with your personality, with your inner habit of rejecting others, you will feel that it is better to handle things alone, but you will not always be alone."

The firmness contained in Tony's caramel-colored sweet pupils seemed to be able to dispel all the haze and clouds, and he seemed to be expecting him from the heart.