Stockholm syndrome

That incident was a blessing in disguise for me. Sometimes Zhong Han would directly ask me with a painting.The fly in the ointment is that every time I have to bear Li Weiran's strange eyes.With sarcasm and teasing, in short, there is no trace of positive emotion.His words, you are disgusting, played back in my mind like a cassette.

While I am changing Zhong Han's painting, I also want to keep my mood from being affected by Li Weiran.From then on, I also developed the habit of biting the back of my hands. Every time I finished changing the words for Zhong Han, tooth marks of different shades would appear on the back of my hands.Li Weiran squinted at the back of my hand and leaned back on the table behind, you are disgusting.He still has that line.

The grandson!I always thought I had a good temper, but I don't know why I would blow up when I heard the words "you are disgusting".It may be a nervous reaction.No matter who it is, as long as I say these four words to me, I feel that my reflex arc is out of control.

The school holds a football match in mid-November every year.Our class will also participate.Although there are many boys in the science class, it is not easy to make up 11 who are physically strong and can play football.In the end, there were only 11 people. Zhong Han called the class several times, but no one was willing to participate.

Zhong Han held the form and frowned.There is a piece of plaster on his right hand, and he hasn't come to me to discuss painting these days.It should be tenosynovitis.Frequent repetition of certain movements, of course using hands, is prone to this disease.This disease is not uncommon, and most people who practice musical instruments or paint will have this disease.I was used to it when I was in junior high school, and the place of attack varies from person to person.Zhong Han was at the mouth of the tiger, while I started at the palm two fingers below the little finger. Every time I got sick, half of the palm hurt so badly that sometimes I couldn’t even hold the chopsticks.Usually just endure it for a few days, pay attention to rest, and take some anti-inflammatory drugs.

Clinically, only 30% of cases require injections.But Zhong Han's condition is enough to make me worry, if he goes for an injection, it means that I won't see him for several days.Losing the only spiritual comfort, my life will become very difficult, especially when I have to face the stinky face of Li Weiran's grandson and the fists of Wang Tianyi. I don't know what the relationship between these two beasts is, anyway, they have been working together.It seems that with Li Weiran's backing, Wang Tian's bullying of me became even more severe. I still didn't dare to fight back, not to mention that he would beat me harder. I can't afford to offend his family background. Compared with Li Weiran's threat to me Bigger, because his dad is the vice president of my dad's hospital.I only found out about this two days ago. Fortunately, this grandson didn't know, otherwise he would have been even more bullying.For a while, I hated him far more than Li Weiran.

Zhong Han seemed to want to write his name on it, and he would do this when he hesitated to the last resort.I am familiar with his frowning expression. When he is anxious, he will unconsciously bite the pen holder, just like I like to bite the back of my hand. People will always have all kinds of small movements that they cannot control, which can give him short-term comfort.

"I will participate." I took Zhong Han's arm and got so close that I could clearly smell the plaster on his tiger's mouth.Thick musk, my dad said that it is not good to use too much musk in the plaster, but ordinary people don't understand this truth.

"Ye Chen?!" Zhong Han looked at me in surprise, as if he hadn't thought that a good-for-nothing like me would sign up for it.I don't want to participate, but I don't want him to bite the bullet and participate.Zhong Han is the only comfort in my fucking life, I always hope I can do something for him.

"Well, I will participate. Isn't there one more person missing?" I patted him on the shoulder as if nothing had happened. Because I like Zhong Han, I always have some physical contact with him for various reasons.For example, patting the shoulder or something, just like what Li Weiran said, I really feel disgusted.

"Are you okay? Look at how thin you are." Zhong Han stretched out his hand and punched me lightly on the stomach, and I couldn't help but bend down.

"It's better than you. At least it's not an injury." I pointed to Zhong Han's wrist with plaster on it. "Tendosynovitis?"

"I don't know what's going on, it just hurts, especially when I'm holding the pen, so I put on plaster." Zhong Han turned his wrist and looked at me with some distress.

"It's okay, it should be tenosynovitis, you should rest more, don't draw or write, go home and take some anti-inflammatory drugs, it will be fine in two days." I raised my hand, "I have had it before, and it didn't take long. Alright. Later, you can change to another ointment, this ointment is too musky, and you can change it to something with a lighter scent, which will have a better effect."

It's rare for me to talk to Zhong Han so much at once, and I feel a little strange after I finish talking.I took a deep breath and tried not to look too weird, sometimes overly sensitive, which always gave me great anxiety.

"You have to pass." Zhong Han suddenly took my hand. His hand was about the same size as mine, but his fingers were thicker than mine, and his palm was thicker.His slightly high temperature came along his fingers. "I can't tell." Zhong Han took my hand and looked at it repeatedly. This was one of the only two handshakes I had with him in my life.It wasn't an act of intimacy, but it was extremely precious to me.I turned around at a loss, and found that Li Weiran was also looking here, he was staring at me quietly, there was no sarcasm in his eyes unexpectedly.Many years later, when Zhong Han and I shook hands again, he stood beside him, still looking at me like this.Is it mercy?I still can't figure out what he is thinking, Li Weiran is not a smart person, but his mind is always enough to deal with me.

"It's all good, it's been a long time." I pulled out my hand and put it behind my back, the cold temperature in my hand has not faded.

"I really wrote your name on it." Zhong Han asked me one last time, football is a sport with strong human resistance.He seemed to be worried that with my stature, I would accidentally be trampled to death on the football field.

"Let's write. Write. What are you talking about, like a little girl." I patted Zhong Han, turned and walked away.The hand that Zhong Han had held was carefully held in front of my chest.There were some groupies in the class at that time, and they always said that if someone shook my hand, I would not wash my hands for a week.At that time, I secretly made fun of their childishness, but in fact, my mood at the moment is no different from theirs.

I stupidly returned to my seat, staring at my hands in a daze.The slender fingers looked very insecure, as if they might break off due to excessive force at any time, the texture of the palm was a bit messy, and the lifeline could barely be discerned.

"You like him that much?" Li Weiran suddenly asked.This is the first time he said anything to me that has nothing to do with homework, bringing meals or doing other things for him.My blushing face turned pale in an instant. I didn't know what he meant, whether he wanted to threaten me or make a fool of me.My heart beat almost against my ribs.People have the urge to cry when they are extremely nervous or frightened.For example, when Li Weiran forced him to draw the homework that Zhong Han sketched, for example, when he heard Li Weiran say that you like him that much.I squeezed my arm tightly, and slowly turned my face away.I was afraid that I would really lose control and cry. I am also a man, and I can't afford to lose this man.

"What's wrong with you?" Li Weiran seemed a little surprised when he saw my pale face.

"I don't like him. Don't talk nonsense." I replied weakly, took out a pen from the pencil case, and started writing on the draft paper the words to be memorized today. In fact, I couldn't memorize anything. .I just want to make myself look less stupid.

Li Weiran stopped talking, he took out his notebook and threw it in my face as usual.Lie down on the table and start to catch up on sleep.It made me a lot easier.Seeing that he didn't move, I also put down my pen, opened Li Weiran's homework book in a daze, flipped through it casually, and Zhong Han's sketch suddenly appeared.Maybe he forgot, but he didn't tear it up.I put the notebook under the table, covered it with my whole body, and looked around guiltily, but no one was paying attention to me.Tear off the paper as quickly as possible.Then fold it carefully and put it in your bag.The sound of tearing the paper made Li Weiran move his shoulders impatiently, but luckily he didn't wake up.Otherwise, with his temper, he would definitely explode.