Cross the sea

The orange light in the corridor made Li Chengyun's face look much softer. Zhou An found that he had no way to judge Li Chengyun's actions, because if this matter happened to him, he would watch Xiaosan's son lying on the opposite bunk every day. Zhou An was not sure if he would suddenly rush up to strangle him one day.

But Zhou An thought for a while, and said, "Actually, it's not really He's fault."

Li Chengyun stroked his hair with a smile, and scattered light and shadow fell on his face: "So I didn't do anything to him."

There is nothing wrong with what he said, Hezhen was the one who threw the shoes first to vent his anger, even if it was right or wrong, Li Chengyun at most handed over a knife, and it was a blunt knife.

Zhou An paused for a while before continuing to ask: "Then what are you going to do next?"

"Nothing to do."

Li Chengyun said.

When he returned to the dormitory, Hezhen had already gone to bed, and he huddled in the corner of the bed, covering his head with the quilt.

Li Chengyun glanced at the unopened cotton swabs and iodophor on the table, turned around and went to the bathroom to wash without saying a word.

When he came out again, Zhou An was sitting on the bed staring at the computer screen in a daze. Li Chengyun walked over and glanced at it, and the document was blank.

"Why don't you turn on the air conditioner today? It's cool outside."

Zhou An whispered, glanced at the upper bunk, "Let He Zhen sleep peacefully."

Li Chengyun lifted the quilt and said indifferently: "Whatever."

The windows of the dormitory were closed tightly, and any sound was infinitely amplified in the darkness. Even the occasional raindrops hitting the glass sounded like thunder in the ears, making people dizzy.

Zhou An started snoring half an hour later. Li Chengyun was not sleepy. He lay on his back with his eyes closed. The air conditioner in the dormitory next door seemed to be performing an ensemble, and the musicians were from the underground orchestra on line 780.

Li Chengyun turned over, and the traffic lights at the crossroads outside the school fell firmly into his eyes through the gap in the curtains. Li Chengyun blinked, then raised his head slightly, and met the sight from the opposite side.

He Zhen didn't know when he woke up, half of his face was buried in the pillow, and the exposed eye was staring at him blankly.

Li Chengyun looked at He Zhen without any scruples, until the huge lightning passed through the sky, He Zhen blinked slowly.

The thunder that followed was surprisingly loud, and Zhou An's snoring paused for a second, then he took a deep breath, turned over and continued his sweet dream.

There was a light laughter from above his head, and He Zhen, who was curled up on the bed, sat up slowly from the bed. He put the dark gray blanket on his body, and the gauze fixed on his forehead was a little bit off, which was a bit blocked. line of sight.

He Zhen raised his hand to tear off the gauze, his eyes gradually focused, but he still seemed far away from Li Chengyun.

He Zhen moved forward to the side of the bed, two thin white legs stretched out from under the quilt, passed through the gap in the railing, and hung in the air.

Most adult boys would only masquerade in the dead of night, but Hezhen was wearing a quilt on the upper bunk at three o'clock in the morning, swinging his legs and smiling at him, as if he was playing some unseemly princess.

"Li Chengyun."

He Zhen shouted at him angrily, Li Chengyun wanted to pretend not to hear, but He Zhen shouted tirelessly.

Surrender came sooner than expected, Li Chengyun sat up and raised his eyebrows at He Zhen.

He Zhen gathered the blanket on his body: "I'm calling you."

"So I sat up."

Li Chengyun said.

No one in the room spoke, the red light turned green in Li Chengyun's eyes, Li Chengyun began to feel impatient, he stood up, stepped on his slippers, walked to the window and pulled the curtains tight, Hezhen called him again when he was about to leave.

The voice was hoarse but soft, and He Zhen abruptly read the three words "Li Chengyun" out of the Prajna Paramita Heart Sutra.

Li Chengyun turned his head, the smile on Hezhen's face disappeared, his expression looked a little sad, he sniffed and whispered something, but Li Chengyun didn't hear clearly.

Perhaps curious about how quickly He Zhen changed his face, Li Chengyun walked over, stood beside his bed, and asked what he was talking about just now.

"Li Chengyun."

He Zhen moved a bit, and the blanket hanging from his shoulders fell down his body. He swayed his legs and put his arms on the railing.

"Why didn't you come that day?"

He Zhen's eye circles began to turn red, and he seemed really wronged. Before he could answer, He Zhen said again: "Li Chengyun, why didn't you come."

He Zhen's skin was really white, and the two legs hanging in front of his eyes dangled back and forth, like snow breams constantly hitting the glass in a fish tank.

Li Chengyun closed his eyes for a moment, and when he opened them again, he grabbed the ankle that was in his sight. It was so thin that he could hold it completely with one hand.

The hot touch spread in the palm of his hand, Li Chengyun let go of his hand, raised his head to meet Shang Hezhen's eyes, and said, "You have a fever."

He Zhen was still staring at him, but he touched his forehead with the back of his hand obediently, and then nodded.

"Zhou An, take out your medicine box."

The snoring of the person on the bed continued, Li Chengyun stood still, and after another few tens of seconds, the snoring stopped, and Zhou An, who was facing the wall, turned over and twitched the corners of his mouth in embarrassment.

Zhou An turned on the bedside lamp, took out the innermost medicine box from the cabinet and put it on the table. Li Chengyun glanced at it, turned back to the bed, changed his shoes and walked out the door.

"Where are you going?"

Li Chengyun didn't look back, "It's stuffy in the room."

The rain outside was so heavy that it would engulf the entire sea market. Standing at the entrance of the corridor, Li Chengyun watched the red plastic bag hanging on the branch of the tree being blown into a hideous appearance by the strong wind, and then kept spinning around the established trajectory, finally turning into a cloud in the gray sky. The only red cloud.

Li Chengyun hated Chinese class since he was a child, but at this moment he actually felt that he could write a poem impromptu. Unfortunately, Dafa's poetic quality was quickly interrupted. Zhou An appeared from behind with arms folded, stood beside him and wrote Shivering, he muttered softly, "It's still fucking cold."

"Hezhen fell asleep after taking the medicine."

Zhou An paused for a while, then asked again: "But the medicine expires in five days, won't it kill him?"

"Then you will be of great help to me."

Zhou An suddenly didn't know how to pick it up. He stood beside Li Chengyun and watched Li Chengyun's shoes get wet, then his clothes and hair.

"By the way, what does He Zhen mean?"

Zhou An scratched the water on the soles of his feet a few times with the toe of his shoe, "Have you ever dated him before?"

"No."

Li Chengyun answered quickly. He shook off the rainwater from his hands, then turned his head to look at Zhou An and smiled, "Even if there was, I would have forgotten it."

Zhou An believed this. Li Chengyun's brain was like some kind of aging machine. With the obsession of not wanting to enter a new generation, it refused to update its storage system, so that its memory was so small that no one could use it. Marginalized memories are not worthy of archiving.

He Zhen is obviously not important enough to be stored in Li Chengyun's file.

When he lay back on the bed after staying outside for a while, Li Chengyun's sleep quality improved. He didn't look at He Zhen who was opposite him, closed his eyes, and waited for the drowsiness to surge.

At noon the next day, Li Chengyun was woken up by the phone under the pillow. He squinted and glanced at the screen. There were still more than four hours before his afternoon class. There was no note on the phone number. Li Chengyun hung up the phone without touching his head. On the pillow, the phone vibrated again.

Li Chengyun pressed the release button, buried his head in his arms, and said hello in a muffled voice.

A clear female voice came from the phone, probably saying that there was something wrong with some of the materials he applied for re-admission. Li Chengyun tilted his head, and his voice became clearer: "Okay, I'll go over now."

Li Chengyun sat up from the bed, glanced at the upper bunk, the body wrapped in the quilt was breathing very lightly, which showed Zhou An's failure, He Zhen was not killed by the medicine.

Li Chengyun simply washed up, and walked out the door with a shoulder bag hanging on the hanger.

The school's handling process is complicated and redundant. Li Chengyun waited in the office for nearly an hour, waiting for the man in blue overalls to fix the printer. The teacher who helped him with the problem suddenly disappeared, and the man who came to take over asked Li Chengyun again. The problems that need to be dealt with, it's almost three o'clock after all these things are done.

Before Li Chengyun pushed open the dormitory door, his plan was to lie on the bed and catch up on sleep, but that was just a plan.

When the door was pushed halfway open, He Zhen who was sitting at the table looked at Li Chengyun through the crack of the door, his face was pale, and his already deep pupils were lined like grape pits.

"I went to the cafeteria and packed two servings of siu mai."

He Zhen picked up the last bit of shallots sprinkled on the siu mai with his chopsticks, then pushed the packing box in front of Li Chengyun, looked at him and asked, "Do you want to eat?"

He Zhen's eyes are really dark, which reminds Li Chengyun of the stray dog ​​downstairs in the community, but now this stray dog ​​is giving him food, and it is still his favorite food.

"You look a lot like the stray dog ​​downstairs in my house."

Li Chengyun stood at the door and said with a smile.

He Zhen raised his head, the corners of his lips stained with oil rose slightly: "Then is it cute?"

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