human game

Jing Ping patted his bed twice vigorously, there were too many sponge pads underneath, it was useless, "The end of term will be soon, don't you want to delay the illness until then?" Luan Ying turned over, lay flat, breathing Zhishen said, "It's just a cold, it'll be fine soon, and you don't need to go to the hospital." He lowered his chin with difficulty, glanced at Jing Ping who was sitting at the end of his bed, and let out an inexplicable smile from his throat, "You just sit there , come talk with me."

"What's there to say?" Jing Ping was speechless, Luan Ying wanted him to tell a bedtime story, "Forget it, don't say anything, it's fine if you just sit down. Stay with me for a while." Previously The cold medicine he took took effect, and Luan Ying began to sob after a while, and put one foot on Jing Ping's lap when she fell asleep.

Going to class soon, Liang Shuan pulled out his earphones, saw that Luan Ying was asleep, and asked in a low voice, "Are you going?" When he got off the bed, Luan Ying hooked him with her feet like a ghost. Jing Ping looked at him, his cheeks were flushed, his skin was dry, his lower lip was peeled, he didn't sleep well, and there seemed to be pain on his face look.

Luan Ying frowned suddenly, said a bunch of nonsense, and then shouted that he couldn't go to the hospital. Liang Shuan guessed that he was insane in a dream, and called Jing Ping softly, but he didn't look back, "Help me too." Ask for leave." "Ah?", Liang Shuan couldn't help it, he was really surprised, Jing Ping studied hard, even a bit rigid, from the beginning to now, he has never missed a class or left early once, even if he is that poor No class.

"I don't worry about him." Jing Ping waved him to go first, "I don't think there will be roll call. If there is roll call, I will tell you to pay the leave note in the next class." If Luan Ying wakes up and the fever does not subside, he plans to tie him up too go to the hospital.Luan Ying exposed one hand, Jing Ping grabbed it lightly, the sweaty palm of his hand was sticky and slipped back into the quilt for Jing Ping.

He simply sat on Luan Ying's bed. Luan Ying had long arms and legs, so he could only huddle in the corner of the bed, fearing that he would kick the quilt due to sweating and overheating.When Luan Ying fell asleep, she was much more docile than he was when he was alive and well. When the quilt was tucked in, he seemed to be trapped, and he didn't move and turn over. This is a rare Luan Ying.

I have known him for almost a year and a half. After such a long time, I thought that I would not have any intersection with him, but I gradually became entangled with him, and I couldn't figure out what happened.Looking at Luan Ying's face, he felt unspeakable emotions surging in his heart, neither sweet nor salty.I like it, once he also liked a girl, the front seat of his junior high school, she was a girl with bright eyes, quiet but tough.

It was not long after his grandfather passed away, Jing Ping was almost ashamed, he didn't know what to eat, he didn't have the energy to do anything, or someone sympathized with him and shed tears for him, but he didn't feel it at all.Everything was seized by fate, and all emotions were turned into powder, but he still has to go on. This is an unchangeable reality.Half a year before the mid-term exam, he was not in good shape, and was called to the office several times, but he still didn't improve after returning.During the lunch break, the girl in the front seat turned to ask him questions, and he answered them one by one, and finally heard her whisper, Come on.

Her family background is not very good. Jing Ping looked at her short ponytail, but she always liked to smile, her eyes were like crescent moons. Later, she would often come to ask Jing Ping questions during the lunch break. Saying cheers, I don't know whether to say it to herself or Jing Ping.Jing Ping would look at her while doing morning exercises or eating, and when she smiled, Jing Ping felt his heart flutter.

She may never know in her life that she used to be a full moon hanging high in the night in others' hearts, quietly emitting soft brilliance.

Jing Ping draws a little strength from this longing, and when he wants to give up, he will recall the girl's smiling face.After graduating from junior high school, Jing Ping never saw her again, but Jing Ping will always keep her in his heart and hope that she will be well.As Luan Ying did, Jing Ping leaned against the wall, stroking the thick quilt with his hand.

He hoped Luan Ying was well.