Xiaobaihua is not pretending anymore!

A strong fragrance of flowers floated out of the window, mixed with the breath of Ji snapdragon, and the air exuded sweetness silently and invisible under the golden night light.

Song Zui's throat slipped, and his expression suddenly felt a little uncomfortable, because the person in front of him was looking at him without blinking, as if he was some kind of treasure.

"what happened?"

He stroked his curly hair that was blown messily by the wind, avoiding the other party's scorching gaze, suddenly the man bent slightly and asked word by word.

"Do you have someone you like?"

Probably those blue eyes were too confusing, a name popped up in his mind, he shook his head to stay awake: "No."

Falling in love will only disturb his study, wouldn't it be good to do two more sets of questions with this time?He doesn't have any interest in this hormonally fueled stuff.

"Then why are you so nice to me?" The man seemed to be persuasive, "Rent me a house, buy clothes and send me to school."

Song Zui didn't even think about the answer to this question. At first, it was just sympathy for hurting others. He didn't want the other party to be dragged down by the family to get deeper and deeper. Later, he got used to the other party's being at home, and he was not alone anymore.

He pondered for a while: "Targeted poverty alleviation?"

Ating can be regarded as impoverished due to illness. He went to sea to become a male model and still lives in an unfinished building. Anyone will lend a hand to help.

He Shanting, who was about to confess his love, looked at the frank young man with lowered eyes, hiding his emotions and asked calmly.

"that is it?"

"that is it."

Song Zui nodded after thinking about it, and realized after looking at the man: "You don't think I like you, do you?"

In the past, the other party was always unforgiving, but when his voice fell, it was very silent. He didn't know how to describe it, and those proud eyes were extinguished like the sun.

He put his own question behind him and bumped the other's arm: "Are you all right?"

He Shanting looked down at the honest boy, his eyelashes were lightly pressed, casting dark blue shadows on his pale face.

Originally, he wanted to wait for the flowers to bloom before confessing his love, but he accidentally couldn't help it. It turned out that his little rose didn't like him, or he never liked him.

"It's all right."

Song Zui felt relieved when he heard this, and took off the blue glass jade pendant around his neck to take a bath. After the bath, he walked out of the room in his pajamas.

He saw the man holding the flower pot of rose buds and dumping the soil, as if he was not going to grow them anymore. He had a bad premonition in his heart, this could not be a breakup.

He walked over and asked cautiously, "Did she agree to you?"

This may still be relatively low, because the other party described this girl as having a deep-seated love, so she shouldn't have refused, probably because the two had a conflict.

The man stopped what he was doing.

Seeing that the other party didn't deny it again, Song Zui breathed a sigh of relief without even realizing it, and then turned into a very subjective grievance, how could he be rejected.

Although A Ting is loose and delicate, he is really gentle when he is gentle. Every time he is in a low mood, he will always be keenly aware of it, so the depression is silently smoothed out. Why is such a good A Ting rejected?

He pursed his lips and tried to persuade: "It's her loss that she didn't agree to you. If you want to open something, don't be sad. If you have time, it's better to read the book of the first meeting."

Song Zui paused and said: "If you really like her, put down your face and go after her. There is no guarantee that you will catch up, but if you don't go after her, you will definitely not catch up. Don't lose the roses you planted so hard."

It's just that He Shanting, who changed the soil, raised his eyes, and finally a silent smile appeared on the corner of his lips. It was true, if Song Zui didn't like him, it didn't prevent him from making Song Zui like him.

The roses that were planted with great difficulty cannot be lost.

Long silence.

Song Zui's heart was beating densely. It was the first time he said such a long paragraph, and he hoped that the other party would listen to it, but when he really heard the other party humming lightly, his heart felt sour.

He couldn't attribute this mood to any known emotion, he wouldn't really like the other person, could he?Startled by his guess, he turned and went back to the bedroom to sleep.

Suddenly he was stopped, and the man reached out to him.

"You forgot this."

Song Zui looked up, and saw the jade pendant with blue luster lying quietly in the opponent's hand. For some reason, there was an indescribable sense of familiarity, as if the depths of the soul were trembling.

At night, Song Zui slept on the bed and had a dream. In the dream, he returned to his 16 years old. In fact, he really didn't want to recall that experience. It was bitter and sweet like fruit candy.

After escaping from the boxing ring, he lay on an unfamiliar hospital bed. Although he could not see anything after the operation, he suspected that he would spend the rest of his life blind.

His life has rotted in the mud before it even started, maybe it's better to stay in the mud, how can he live it?

That was when his temper was at its worst. When the man fed him gently with a spoon, he pushed away fiercely with injuries all over his body, and the spoon fell to the ground and shattered.

But the man just asked softly: "Where is the anger coming from?"

His hands are tightly clenched into fists, even though he is invisible to his eyes, he still fumbles with his chopsticks to eat, even though he can't catch him at all, he still eats by himself, and he is used to rejecting all good intentions.

"I can eat by myself."

He spoke fiercely to the other party, and in the next second a pair of cold hands fell on his head, and he said to him as if he understood his fear: "It will be cured."

His body was stiff, and he lowered his head to continue eating after a while, thinking that this person is really annoying.

He stayed in the hospital bed for a month, and the wounds on his body were almost healed, but there were many scars left, and his eyes were still not healed.

He started to get out of bed and walk around the strange place. It was a big empty and silent house, and it took an hour to walk from the end to the door.

His eyes were covered with a white cloth, and he walked up the stairs with his eyes closed, and went out from the room. The second room on the right hand side of the upstairs was the man's study.

He doesn't know what's so good about books, but men often spend an afternoon in the study, or draw in the studio.

He walked into the study and skillfully found a chair to sit down. The man seemed helpless and said, "Wait until I finish reading this page."

For a moment he heard the sound of the book being closed, and with a pleasant metallic sound, the other party approached him, sitting beside him and telling him a story.

In fact, the story is a story that only children would listen to, but he still listened to it with gusto, as if he was not the only one in the world, but he could also see the existence of another person.

In addition to telling stories, he would pester that person to play blindfold chess. At the beginning, he lost all games, but he learned how to count chess. Afterwards, he won more than others, and he could win a handful of Swiss candies.

A man who finished chess put Swiss sugar in his pocket, bent down and said to him: "You are very smart, you should study and go to college, and have a bright future."

He never thought about going to college.

He listened to the other party talking about Cézanne and Munch. It was a world he had never touched. He only knew the key points of the human body, how to kill him with one blow.

For the first time, he had the idea of ​​reading.

Of course, most of the time, I still pester men to tell stories and play chess.

That person's personality is silent and gentle, and he doesn't speak most of the time when we get along. He was a little annoyed because he couldn't see his face, so he sat on the chair dissatisfied and said, "You talk more and smile more from now on."

The man drawing on the drawing board was silent for a while and said hello.

Probably because he hasn't finished a complete painting for a long time, and because of his existence, there is the first TV set in the silent house.

He pulled the other party to sit on the sofa and watch TV, but unfortunately he couldn't see it, otherwise he could still play Tetris on TV.

Gradually, he got used to this kind of life, and his eyes gradually improved. The improvement happened on an ordinary morning.

More and more courageous, he sneaked out of the door, with both hands outstretched in front of him, groping for the way, and slowly walked forward in the silent mountain forest, the air was filled with the cool fragrance of rhododendrons.

step,

two steps,

three steps,

……

At the last step, he threw himself into the man's arms, the man's voice was full of imperceptible anxiety, and he had forgotten what he said.

He only remembered that his heart was pounding, and a light appeared in front of his dark eyes, which was brighter than the blazing sun in his memory.

Gradually, he could see the outline of the object, but he couldn't see the man's face clearly. He couldn't help wondering what that man looked like, and whether his eyes were big or not.Is the nose high or not...

He thought he would stay there until his eyes recovered, until the man's mother came, and he heard the woman talking to the doctor: "He can keep the dirty things if he wants, don't let him go out and embarrass me."

He lowered his head to see if he was really dirty, but he couldn't see anything, and lowered his head in a daze.

In the following time, he didn't look for that person again, and stayed quietly in his room. Probably because he sensed something wrong with him, the person gave him a pendant.

It was a jade pendant with a warm texture, which felt cool when spread out in the hand.

The man seemed to want to say something but then paused, and finally just asked him gently and restrained.

"Do you want to go to the Shanghai stock market with me?"

He later thought that he was the one who hated him, and all his bad temper was directed at that person. He threw the pendant in his hand indifferently, and left without looking back: "I'm not your dog."

He didn't know the other person's expression at that time, he was probably disappointed and sad, and a slight guilt was ignited in his heart, and when the guilt piled up, he went back to the house alone.

The people inside have already left.

It took him a long time to find the jade pendant among the yellowing fallen leaves. It was already a dirty pendant, but he still put it on silently.

The young man's fine eyelashes trembled slightly. In the dream, he did not take the pendant when he was 16 years old, but he took the pendant when he was 19 years old.