Was attacked by a crying bag bamboo horse

"Xiao Yixi, it's all your fault, I haven't looked at that moth yet, yet you let it go away!"

"I managed to catch it!" 13-year-old Jian Luobei pursed her lips and searched around in the bushes, but found nothing.

Beside him stood a young boy who was shorter than him, his eyes were red and he was wringing his fingers.

"Beibei, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to."

"You're like this again." Jian Luobei frowned, "Can't you stop crying all the time? I ran away when I saw that moth. Come and look for it with me."

"Oh, good." Xiao Yixi wiped her tears with her hand, and began to search with Jian Luobei.

But he was hiding something in his heart, and his thoughts were in a mess. He rummaged through the bushes mechanically, but he didn't notice that the moth was within reach, but because of his absent-mindedness, the thing was frightened and fluttered its wings. Ran.

"I really can't find it now." Jian Luobei looked at Feiyuan's little spot, and complained angrily, "Xiao Yixi, you are so stupid!"

In the past, when Xiao Yixi heard this sentence, he would step forward and pull Jian Luobei's arm and say sorry softly, and then Jian Luobei would forgive him, but this time it was not like this.

Xiao Yixi lowered his head in silence, and then said as if giving up on himself: "Yes, I'm just stupid and love to cry."

As soon as this sentence was finished, tears blurred his vision and hit the ground patter. He reached out to wipe the tears away, but his vision had only been clear for a few seconds, and soon became hazy again.

There are too many grievances and sadness in his heart that he wants to vent.

"I know that everyone doesn't like me, and Xiaopang and the others also look down on me."

So did his dad, and his dad didn't like himself either.

Thinking of what he overheard not long ago, Xiao Yixi's heart ached like it was being torn apart.

"What are you talking about?" Jian Luobei supported Xiao Yixi's shoulder in shock, making him look at him, "Did something happen?"

Xiao Yixi shook off Jian Luobei's hand, and when she raised her head, tears were shining on her face: "Beibei, you actually don't like me, do you? Do you think I look like a girl too?"

Xiao Yixi was crying until pear blossoms were raining, and Jian Luobei didn't know what was wrong, so he nodded and said, "You are like a girl."

"I don't look like me!" Xiao Yixi spoke to Jian Luobei in such a loud voice for the first time, and he froze in place in shock.

Xiao Yixi's red eyes were full of injuries, and finally wiped away tears and said, "Why do you even look at me like this?"

"Jian Luobei, I don't want to play with you anymore!"

This was the last picture of him meeting Jian Luobei four years ago.

Qiao Yixi woke up from the dream, and there were one after another hurried doorbell outside the house.

He got up from the bed, stepped on his slippers, and opened the door with heavy steps.

Seeing the familiar face, for a moment, Qiao Yixi felt that he was still in a dream. He shook his head to dispel the dizziness in his mind. Seeing that the person was still there, he finally hooked his lips: "Jian Luobei, you Why are you here?"

"Huh? You're not welcome?" Jian Luobei put the medicine bag aside, took out the exclusive slippers from the shoe cabinet and put them on, and said angrily, "I heard from Lao He that you have a fever, so I'll invite him too. I’m on vacation, let’s come and see you, who knew that your doorbell was almost broken by me.”

"Feel sorry."

After saying this, Qiao Yixi's eyes turned black, her body softened and she fell straight forward, bumping into Jian Luobei head-on.

"Huh?" Jian Luobei was caught off guard and staggered. After steadying his body and hugging Qiao Yixi, he reached out to reach his forehead, but was surprised by the temperature of his forehead.

"Why is it burning so badly?"

Jian Luobei frowned and looked at the unconscious man lying on his shoulder, subconsciously lowered his voice: "Qiao Yixi, how do you feel now? Have you taken any medicine?"

Qiao Yixi's face was flushed with fever, the tails of his eyes were red and slightly drooping, and his eyes were blurred and weak. Jian Luobei only heard him softly "hmm" in her ear, but the hot breath brought a strong itching to the pinna meaning.

I don't know how much consciousness he still has left, whether he knows what he is doing.

The bodies that were only separated by a few layers of thin clothes were so close together that he could feel that Qiao Yixi's body was also scorching hot.

With red ears, Jian Luobei hurriedly helped Qiao Yixi into the bedroom.

Thinking about it, Qiao Yixi must have taken the medicine, otherwise, Aunt Qiao would not go to work with confidence, but the medicine has just been taken, and the effect has not yet taken effect.

Qiao Yixi's eyelashes are thick and long, her skin is rosy, and her lips are slightly rosy. When she closes her eyes and sleeps peacefully on the bed, she looks like a sleeping beauty in a fairy tale waiting to be awakened by her destiny partner.

What sleeping beauty, this person is an idiot.

It was like this when I was a child, I got a fever when I was exposed to the rain, and I have to say that I can't do it when I grow up.

Jian Luobei pulled the quilt for Qiao Yixi, and when he got up to leave, he suddenly grabbed his hand.

Jian Luobei turned around: "...what's wrong?"

"Are you leaving?" Qiao Yixi sat up from the bed and looked at Jian Luobei. The fever was so severe that her eyes were red.

"No, I'll get you a glass of water."

But Qiao Yixi still held his hand tightly, not letting go at all.

"Can you let me go first?" Seeing this pitiful look, Jian Luobei's tone became extremely soft.

"Don't let go." Qiao Yixi pursed her lips, turned her head away, tears welled up from her eyes, "As soon as I let go of your hand, you will leave."

"I'm not leaving..." Jian Luobei said.

"No." Qiao Yixi interrupted him stubbornly, "You will leave quietly like you did four years ago."

"Beibei, do you know how many calls and messages I have sent to you... I went to your house to look for you the night you left, but no one responded to my knocking on the door. I waited for a long time... ..."

Qiao Yixi looked up at Jian Luobei. In fact, he couldn't see the face clearly. His eyes were blurred by tears, and even his mind was blank. He didn't have time to think about what he was doing or what he was saying.

It's just based on feeling, to say these words that have been suppressed in my heart for a long time.

Jian Luobei was so shocked that he couldn't speak for a long time. All kinds of things in the past kept reappearing in his mind. From the day before leaving Yanhe, he had an awkward relationship with Qiao Yixi, to the second day after returning to Yanhe, when Qiao Yixi saw him Crying, is it because he has been trapped in that day and cannot let go?

And the text message Qiao Yixi said, was it sent to the discarded phone card?

"Didn't we say we would be together forever?" The sick person might be so delicate and clingy, Qiao Yixi got up and hugged Jian Luobei, choked up and complained, "Beibei, your words don't count."

Hot tears soon wet his shoulders, and Jian Luobei's heart trembled, feeling guilty and distressed.

To make people cry like this because of him, is he too inhuman?

But isn't the current posture a bit... ambiguous?

No, how can it be ambiguous between brothers to hug each other?

Just when Jian Luobei was still arguing in his heart whether to hug Qiao Yixi back, the other party had long been silent and fell asleep lying on his shoulder.

Jian Luobei: "..."

Oh, what's the matter!

The ends of Qiao Yixi's eyes and the tip of his nose were red, and there were still wet tears on his face. Jian Luobei gently wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes with his fingertips, and then carefully put him back on the bed.

Jian Luobei went to the kitchen and poured a cup of boiling water on the bedside, then stared at Qiao Yixi's face for a while.

If he had known that Qiao Yixi cared so much about that issue back then, he should have been more honest.

"You're the prettiest person I've ever seen."

"Good-looking is good-looking, regardless of gender, I only follow my own heart."

Jian Luobei seemed to be talking to himself.

But he only gradually understood these things when he grew up.

Jian Luobei sighed slightly. Seeing that Qiao Yixi was breathing steadily, and the temperature on his face seemed to have dissipated a little, she reached out and touched his forehead. Seeing that the forehead was not so hot, she quietly left Qiao Yixi's bedroom.

He also only asked Lao He for a class leave, and confirmed that Qiao Yixi was fine, and he was going back.

When Jian Luobei went back, it happened to be the third class break, and Zhang Wenzhe couldn't wait to pull him to ask about Qiao Yixi.

"It's nothing serious, but I have a fever, and I've already taken medicine and fell asleep." Jian Luobei supported his forehead and said, "Zhang Wenzhe, I also have something to ask you."

Zhang Wenzhe: "What's the matter?"

Jian Luobei looked at him and paused: "Can you tell me something about Qiao Yixi in recent years?"

Seeing Zhang Wenzhe's doubtful face, Jian Luobei pursed his lips, and said, "For example, Qiao Yixi in the first grade of junior high school four years ago."

"Oh this?" Zhang Wenzhe stroked his chin and thought for a while, "Back then, Brother Qiao was quite famous in school. He loves to laugh, like an ice cube."

Jian Luobei frowned: "Then how did you get to play with him?"

"Students in the same class." Zhang Wenzhe sighed after finishing speaking, "Actually, what about a class, Brother Qiao doesn't care about anyone, and we were matched by our respective mothers when we played together in the beginning."

"Our two mothers are doctors in the same hospital, and we have a good relationship. After Aunt Qiao found out about Brother Qiao's status in school, she was in a hurry. She found my mother, and my mother asked me to take the initiative to talk to him. , be friends with him."

"Actually, Brother Qiao had a miserable year. It's fine if no one plays with him, and there are still people who always bully him."

"At first he didn't say a word when he was bullied, his eyes were red and he refused to shed a tear, but later, those who bullied him walked around when they saw him."

Zhang Wenzhe changed the topic while talking, admiration flashed in his eyes, and he said excitedly: "Now I know that Brother Qiao fights so well! He must have signed up for a class and practiced secretly!"

Jian Luobei couldn't get excited at all, but the gentle and honest person clenched his fists towards the perpetrator, obviously he didn't need to come in person for these things, because he once patted his chest and said that he would protect him .

Zhang Wenzhe saw that Jian Luobei's face was not right, and paused: "What's wrong with you?"

"I was thinking, Zhang Wenzhe, you are really useless." Jian Luobei glanced at him, "Run when you see Qiao Yixi being besieged, and you stood by when he was bullied before, you useless snack."

"I... how many times have I said that I was going to rescue soldiers!" Zhang Wenzhe couldn't explain clearly, and his face was flushed with anger.

"Don't explain, people have not registered for classes, you two have been playing for four years, and you don't know?" Jian Luobei snorted coldly.

"I... I really don't know..." Zhang Wenzhe let out a howl, and resigned himself to his fate and fell on the table. "Brother Qiao likes this, why don't you say anything..."

The class bell rang, and the students hurried back to their seats to sit down. Jian Luobei looked at the empty table in front of him and sighed.

If he hadn't had a fever so bad today, if he hadn't been really worried and asked for leave to visit him at his house, he probably wouldn't have known that Qiao Yixi was holding so many things in his heart, right?

He has been like this since he was a child, like a stuffy gourd.

And Qiao Yixi said that he sent himself a lot of text messages, but that calling card should have been automatically canceled after so many years, right?

But Jian Luobei was still very concerned about the content of the text messages. He wanted to know what Qiao Xixi had sent him in the past four years. This idea fermented for a day and intensified.

So as soon as she came home from school, Jian Luobei couldn't wait to say to Jian's mother: "Mom, do you still have the phone card that you exchanged when you went back to Nancheng?"