human game

"Luan Ying." Seeing that he was seriously distracted, Jing Ping said, "Otherwise, go to sleep, you won't be able to review it now." He rubbed his face vigorously, his cheeks flushed, shaking his head and throwing out the messy past, " It's okay, I'm not sleepy." "Are you thinking about changing your major?" "I won't change." He pretended to be nonchalant, picked up the book again, and looked very determined.

Jing Ping sighed, snatched his book, "I didn't talk about it here.", and helped him turn to the front, Luan Ying could only look around embarrassedly, and after taking the book back, he pretended to review it, as if his eyes were glued to the book , In fact, the main thing is Jing Ping's movement. When the pages of the book are turned, and the nib of the pen is across the paper, he will read aloud softly. He is listening carefully to which paragraph or sentence, and he hears his name, "Luan Ying."

"I shouldn't tell you these things, but I think you know." He sighed, "Living is not easy, and others may not know how much you have paid for it, and the future should be the most cherished Myself." No one has ever said these words to him, and suddenly his heart was turbulent, he looked at Jing Ping, this small and thin boy, he didn't know the meaning of these words to Luan Ying, maybe he always did this I don't understand the difficulty of a person who has been held hostage by guilt for many years and has lost his ego long ago.

"Jing Ping.", he couldn't help calling him, looking at his round eyes, small face, because of the internal heat, there was a pimple on the side of his mouth, and the pain subsided after a few days of shouting, he couldn't bear it. I want to talk to him about many things, the grievances and pains he has accumulated since he was a child and there is nowhere to put them away, the piles of piles in his youth, the uneasiness that was pressed under his tongue but could not be uttered, all want to tell this, it seems to contain infinite power In the end, Luan Ying just smiled, "Thank you."

"Thank you?" Jing Ping looked down at the book again, he couldn't look directly at such a sincere Luan Ying. "Thank you for helping me review." He held the book in his hand, and was determined to study hard this time. He heard Jing Ping say, "You're welcome, it's easy." On the bed, staring at the top of the bed for a long time, hearing Jing Ping start talking in his sleep again, he wanted to turn around to look at him, but unfortunately his sight was blocked by the curtain, he suddenly regretted that he bought the bed curtain too early.

Luan Ying had passed the mid-term exam, half of it depended on hard work, and the other half relied on his eyesight. During the exam, his eyes almost burned two holes in Jing Ping's test paper.On the way back after the exam, I met the little yellow dog again. Jing Ping fed it a intestine. Luan Ying was in a good mood after the exam. We are relatives." It was still circling around Jing Ping, so he fed him another one.

"One is enough. If it doesn't follow you, you still feed him the whole box of lunch." Putting on a threatening face, he dragged Jing Ping away. "Second Master Luan, why are you angry with the dog? You are not a dog." After a few more quarrels, Luan Ying finally said, "If I love being a dog, I will be a dog." Jing Ping has always learned tone.

It is true that he is also a dog that Jing Ping has fed to him.