What should I do if my deskmate is blind

At the end of August, the safe passage of the old building of the People's Hospital in the urban area was sunny and gloomy.

After changing the medicine for the last time, Shu Yan pressed the phone with one hand and walked downstairs.

You fucked me casually: [Yan'er, grandpa only knows that you were picked up like a baby by the Twelfth High School and given a huge scholarship, but he doesn't know that you sent him to the ICU. 】

Shu Yan: [Then you tell him? 】

"I'll do whatever you want" obviously caring more about my performance: [I saw him today with the injury on the back of your hand, so you said you did a good job in the dark last night, helping the neighborhood committee to shovel those loans and people in the corridor. Hurt, you know? 】

"..." Shu Yan really wanted him to act out a harmonious society with his bare hands to show him.

You did me casually: [Listen to grandpa, buddhist, understand? 】

Shu Yan: [Your grandfather. 】

"I'll do whatever you want" and didn't care about the curse-like words with him: [It's not your grandpa. 】

Shu Yan: "..."

You fucked me casually: [Don't care about these details, isn't this for the wild old man to have a peaceful life in his later years?It's not that you don't know that when he heard that you love your neighbors and care about your classmates, he was more moved than my grandma entrusted him with a dream. 】

You did it to me casually: [Besides, are we cheating?no.We are only selectively presenting part of the truth.Didn't the Twelfth High School take this opportunity to recruit you because you were a provincial champion reserve?Can telling a small part of the truth be called deception? 】

Shu Yan really wanted to ask him to let his fingers breathe, but in the end he just replied: [Yeah. 】

Very reasonable, but ruthless.

Just as I tucked my phone back into my jeans pocket, the thing vibrated again.I didn't find it annoying, and even wanted to laugh a little.

Facing his unsalty attitude, Sui Yi was the first one who could still talk to himself and enjoy himself for so many years...if no accident, he would be the last one.

Wanting to see if he agreed, Sui Yi wanted to add something, but stopped when he saw the caller ID on the screen.

A number he didn't save.

But it is a number that can be recited backwards without saving it.

The phone tirelessly vibrated to number 13, and Shu Yan swiped to answer it.

There was a tacit silence on both sides.It seems that even an invisible phone call can't eliminate the strangeness and alienation that I haven't seen in five years.

Shu Yan felt that she would not be surprised if she said "I'm sorry for the wrong number" in the next second.

The stairs going down silently counted thirteen more steps, and Shu Yan said, "Mom, what's the matter?"

He was so calm that it seemed that the next step was to say "Are you going shopping with my little sister tonight and don't have time to cook, I'm fine and I'll eat by myself".

"Ah," Sang Qian was obviously stunned for a moment, adjusted her tone before saying, "Xiaoyan, mom can't go back when school starts, you have arrived at a new school, if you have any inconvenience in life and study, you can find your little uncle. This time you were able to transfer to No. [-] Middle School, and my little uncle also helped me a lot."

Shu Yan listened to the very polite and official passage without expression the whole time, and only said "um" at the last sentence.

"Although Twelfth High School is not a good school, it is still a high school. If you still want to go to college normally, you should restrain your temper when it's time to restrain yourself." Sang Qian said very gently, not at all like ordinary parents. For this kind of thing, I can't wait to chase my son's anger to cut three streets.The voice was blank for a few seconds, "Mom knows that...it has a great impact on you, but people can't always live in the past, can they?"

Shu Yan's knuckles pinching the phone tightened sharply, pulling on the wound that was almost healed.

He wanted to stab the fuck out - so you and Dad are off to a better life, right?

After being silent for a while, I felt that it was unnecessary.

The purpose of his saying this was to see that his mother had other emotions for him besides "gentleness".But you don't need to guess, it's useless to Sang Qian.Things that can't embarrass the other party can only embarrass themselves in the end.

"Is there anything else?" Shu Yan asked.

"Half of the company's shares in my hand will be transferred to you when I return to China at the end of the year." Sang Qian didn't try to persuade her any more, but said, "I've put some more money into your card, and now you don't have a place to buy a house under your name." If you are not used to the new school, you can rent a better house nearby."

"Yes." Shu Yan said.

He is not so pretentious that he pinches his neck and says "No! I don't want anything".At least after that incident, let him clearly know that money is indeed a very useful thing sometimes.

"Actually, you don't have to live in the school, my aunt's house..." Sang Qian said halfway, but then disappeared after thinking of something.

Again the silence of the thirteen stairs.

"Xiao Yan," Sang Qian asked as if he had finally made up his mind, "You also know that the current domestic environment is still... not very conducive to your sister's growth. So are you sure you don't want to live here with us?"

Shu Yan didn't speak, and still counted the stairs. According to his Yan-style counting rule, the thirteenth floor is a unit, and before the count is over half, Sang Qian said again: "If you really don't want to come, then..." This time no How much hesitation, "In the future, I can only stay in the country alone."

The old transom windows in the corridor cut the corner air into light and dark, Shu Yan stopped holding the phone.

The sunlight made his eyes a little swollen, and the boy drooped his long eyelashes, stepped back half a step, and stood in the shadows again.

His expression was as indifferent as a cold blade hidden in a dark cell, but his voice was still gentle, and he whispered to the other end of the phone with a smile: "Aren't I right now?"

"You're the fucking one!" The door of the safe corridor was kicked open suddenly, a young man with impatience written all over his hair blew his hair As if, he walked into the safe passage.

Shu Yan: "?"

Sang Qian was probably also taken aback by this deafening shout, and didn't bother to answer Shu Yan's words for a while.

"You fucking have the face to doubt?!" The fried-haired boy hated iron but steel.

"...?"

Shu Yan, who was about to go downstairs, stood where he was, raising his eyebrows.

"You're really giving the idiot world a face, you've simply raised the entry threshold for the idiot world, and I don't like to watch the awards ceremony of the idiot circle at the end of the year without you." The boy with fried hair gritted his teeth.

Shu Yan was sure she wasn't talking about him.

It's the layer-by-layer advancement of this fried-haired boy that made him... a little laughable for no reason.And laughed out loud.

It was only then that Ji Chen realized that there was still a person on the stairs.

Look up.

It should be... a person.

Ji Chen narrowed his eyes, his first reaction.

At the corner of the stairs, the boy in the white shirt was against the light, and the golden sun in the afternoon made his figure so vague that it was hard to see clearly.

It was probably due to the backlight, the boy was so white that it was unreal, not even a little bit of the warm tone of the sun.

White clothes, black hair, bright red... The lips are not very red, but the corners of the mouth are a little bald, and it looks like blood is coming out after applying iodine.

Fortunately, it was broad daylight.

Otherwise, such a beautiful ghost-like thing would still be a bit creepy to see at night.

Just now, Ji Chen attributed the vague illusion of heart palpitations to his inhumane accident since he was a child—fear of ghosts.

The ghost looked gentle and gentle, but he didn't expect that he was still an aggressive master before he was alive, and the palm of the hand holding the phone was still wrapped in white gauze.He has a clear and cold demeanor, and the corners of his lips still have a slight arc, but the whole person shows a sense of arrogance of "whatever you want to take care of yourself".

"It's not about you." It's not because of fear, it's just that he subconsciously wanted to explain something, Ji Chen raised his eyelashes and said to Shu Yan.

Downstairs, Ji Chen's black T, black trousers and black sneakers are all different colors of black, but his whole body is clearly covered in the sun.He was quite white, and was dyed honey-colored by the sun.

The smoke in his hand is still lingering with blue mist.

The teenager didn't hold the cigarette, but pinched it with his thumb and forefinger.Shu Yan can imagine how he looks when he smokes, squinting his eyes slightly to watch you take the cigarette to your lips, and take a casual sip.The ruffian is tugging angrily, but it is undeniably seductive.

The boy's short hair is clean and fresh, but the hair color is lighter—or it should be dyed, which is the kind of dark maroon shade in the sun.The ends of the hair are slightly curled, which is very natural.

Shu Yan understood that it was the kind of hair that girls spent a lot of money on, but it looked like they hadn't done it.

A very low-key coquettish-smoking brother with hot head and fried hair.

Looking at it from this overlooking angle, the boy's legs are still as long as the stair railing next to him.

Shu Yan subconsciously took another look.

Sang Qian was a little worried about the movement on the other side. She still remembered why her son transferred to another school: "What's wrong, Xiaoyan?"

"It's okay," Shu Yan said while looking at Ji Chen on the phone, "It's not about me."

"Didn't I fucking say who else can you say?!" The boy with fried hair went up again, "Your face, which is a regular guest on anti-fraud programs, can be recognized by the audience even if it is mosaic!"

Shu Yan: "...?"

Seeing the "male ghost"'s eyebrows raised again, Ji Chen was finally willing to take his right hand out of his trouser pocket, and pointed to the Bluetooth headset in his ear: "Call."

The tone of understatement is very attractive.

Shu Yan curled her lips and said "um", and said, "Mom, I'm dead."

He was not interested in listening to other people's calls, so he hung up the phone before Sang Qian could respond, and continued downstairs.

"Did your brain float in the Arctic Ocean or was it buried in Changbai Mountain?" Ji Chen said, "How come global warming hasn't thawed you out?"

"Is now the time to worry about this?" Zhao Yi on the other end of the phone said, "Isn't it because the people in that store look good-looking, don't they look like deceitful people?"

"Good-looking?" Ji Chen was amused, "Is there something ugly in your eyes? What's the difference between your aesthetics and face blindness?"

With a click, Shu Wuwu was stabbed by the knife. Zhen passed by a passerby and Yan stopped.

No, face blindness also has an aesthetic aspect.At least when you see it, you can tell the difference between beauty and ugliness at the moment... It's just that Aquaman is there when you turn around.

Brother Yan probably turned around a little to let him know, and gave him a profile.

Boys have superior nose curves, sharp jawlines, and delicate and beautiful muscle lines on the side of the neck that wind into the neckline and smoothly connect with the collarbone.The perfect profile, also has a vigor and sharpness that is hard to mess with at first glance.

But this is not the point.

I didn't pay attention to the front face just now, but this person actually has a tattoo on the protruding bone behind his ears.

Shu Yan was taken aback.

A very beautiful head portrait in black, the size of a postage stamp.

very cool.But it was sticking out its tongue, as if laughing.

There is also a special collar around Heiback's neck.

Shu Yan recognized it as the sign of a police dog.

But creatures like dogs...probably all look about the same.

Besides, it's just a tattoo, so what can Brother Drag have anything to do with police dogs?

It wasn't until the corridor was so quiet that the sound of floating dust could be heard that Shu Yan realized that Brother Yan had terminated his preschool business at Demou Society at some point and was staring at him.

The air began to stick and burn.

If all goes well, the two young people should then start a friendly dialogue of "what do you see" and "what do you see".

If it goes well, they can experience the first physical intimate contact.

pity--

"It's not a sticker." Ji Chen emphasized seriously.

Shu Yan: "..."

Shu Yan: "...?"

"Oh." Shu Yan said.

A social brother who smokes and has tattoos on his head, and doesn't care if others think he is not a real flirt.