Master Zuojing is sticking to me again

It was almost dark when all the parts of the competition ended, and they packed up their costumes and props and went back to school together.In the small auditorium of the art building, Teacher Liu made a brief evaluation and summary, and then everyone agreed to hold a celebration banquet on Sunday night.

During the breakup, everyone was chattering about today's performance, and the small auditorium seemed to be unable to accommodate their excitement.

The signal in the auditorium was not very good, Wen Xiaoyu went out to smoke a cigarette, and called Grandma Wen to ask about Wen Muchen's reexamination results.

Wen Muchen answered the call, and asked him when he came up: "Which place did you get?"

Wen Xiaoyu paused and said, "No.1."

"Wow! Then do you have a certificate and a little red flower? And money?" Wen Muchen's voice sounded full of excitement.

Wen Xiaoyu couldn't stop laughing, his brother is really a little money fan.In order not to disappoint Wen Muchen, he said, "All of them, please tell me the result of your re-examination first?"

"The doctor brother said, it's good!" Wen Muchen said with a giggle, "He even praised me, very good! It's great!"

"So good?" Wen Xiaoyu put out the cigarette butt, and said as he walked towards the auditorium, "Then I'll take the bonus and take you to barbecue, okay?"

"it is good!!!"

His brother is not only greedy for money, but also greedy. In the end, he couldn't wait for him to go home and came to the school to look for him.Wen Xiaoyu thought for a while and thought that there seemed to be no decent barbecue restaurant near his home, so he asked them to meet him in the downtown area.

When he returned to the auditorium, he found that everyone had left, only He Xiran was still sitting in the corner of the auditorium, staring blankly at the stage, as if he hadn't recovered yet.

Wen Xiaoyu waved her hands in front of his eyes: "Stupid?"

He Xiran glanced at him and didn't speak. When he was about to get his backpack and leave, He Xiran murmured to himself, "Are you leaving?"

It was already dark outside, Wen Xiaoyu turned to look at him, the lights of the auditorium outlined a honey-colored halo on his graceful side face, and the amber pupils were shining with wet light.

Wen Xiaoyu's Adam's apple twitched, but he didn't speak.I don't know if it's his illusion, but He Xiran doesn't seem to want him to go, not just now.

At this moment, the main switch of the auditorium seemed to be pulled, and all the lights suddenly went out. At the same time, the door closed with a "bang".

Wen Xiaoyu frowned and looked towards the door, but he couldn't see anything under the pitch darkness. He took out his mobile phone and was about to light up the flashlight, when a person bumped into him from behind.

The force of the impact was too great, and the mobile phone in his hand flew out in an instant, and he fell down somewhere. The light on the screen flickered and then went out, and there was a sound of falling apart.

Not only that, he was also thrown forward by the huge momentum, and the armrest of a certain seat slammed into his lower abdomen.

"Fuck..." Wen Xiaoyu stabilized his figure, cold sweat instantly covered his back, and a nameless anger also rushed to his heart.

He wanted to throw the person who was hugging him tightly behind him with his backhand, but a second before he could do it, he heard He Xiran's hoarse voice resounding in the dark night: "Don't go..."

Wen Xiaoyu took two deep breaths, suppressed the sharp pain and anger, gritted his teeth and said, "Let go."

"No." He Xiran's arms around his waist were tightened even more, and his voice was tinged with tears.

Wen Xiaoyu was strangled to the point of suffocation by him, and was about to pull his hand away, but suddenly felt the warm wetness from the sweater behind her shoulders.

Cried?Afraid of the dark?Not so.

Wen Xiaoyu hesitated and said, "You..."

He didn't know how to ask, and He Xiran let out a trembling sob before he thought about how to ask.His sobbing became more and more rapid, and he couldn't breathe like asthma, and the body that was close to Wen Xiaoyu's back also began to tremble.

This situation is really not right, Wen Xiaoyu turned around forcibly and asked, "What's wrong with you?"

He Xiran gasped heavily, Wen Xiaoyu reached out to touch his face, it was not known whether it was cold sweat or tears, his face was wet and cold.

As if unable to hold on, He Xiran slid his hand into his shoulder socket, his body softened inch by inch, with a faint twitching feeling that was about to convulse.

Even so, he continued intermittently: "Don't go, don't go..."

Wen Xiaoyu hesitated for two seconds between putting him down to see if he could open the door and staying by his side, and finally chose to hug his sliding body, touch the armrest and sit in the seat, letting him sit on her lap , lying face to face in his arms.

The violent heartbeat reached him through their clothes. He put his palm on He Xiran's back and said, "Don't be afraid, I won't leave."

He Xiran's breathing was still fast and rough, and his whole body was almost drenched in cold sweat. His hands tightly wrapped around Wen Xiaoyu's neck, and his nails sank into the skin on the back of Wen Xiaoyu's neck.

Wen Xiaoyu didn't pay attention to the pain, rubbing his back with his hands, her heart shrank slightly.

He stabilized his mind, turned his face and whispered in He Xiran's ear, "He Xiran, breathe with me, do you hear me?"

"breathe--"

He took He Xiran to take a lot of deep breaths. At first He Xiran couldn't keep up, so he patiently stroked his back. The movements of his hands were at the same frequency as each deep breath.

Gradually, He Xiran began to cooperate. In the endless darkness, only the breathing of the two of them became more and more harmonious.

After a long time, the heartbeat in his chest gradually calmed down, and the trembling and convulsions gradually stopped, and He Xiran lay on his body as if out of strength.

"Is it better?" Wen Xiaoyu asked.

"En." He Xiran's voice was light and weak.

"You sit here, may I open the door?" Wen Xiaoyu asked in a discussing tone.

"No." He Xiran said.

Wen Xiaoyu still felt tears falling on his clothes and wet his shoulders.He thought for a moment and asked, "Then you can go with me, can you do it?"

He Xiran said yes, but in the end Wen Xiaoyu almost groped to the door half-embracing him.Sure enough, the gate was locked from the outside, the light switch didn't work, and the electric switch was really pulled.

Wen Xiaoyu's face was even more gloomy than the airless night in the auditorium, he lowered his head and asked He Xiran, "Where's your cell phone?"

"It's in my bag." He Xiran said in a low voice.His voice hadn't fully recovered, it was hoarse and grainy, and it was a little itchy when it rubbed against the eardrum.

Surrounded by the thick darkness, other senses of the person will be magnified several times. The itching in the ears made Wen Xiaoyu stunned for a while, before remembering that their backpacks had been placed on the edge of the stage from the beginning.

Now that he had to go through the entire auditorium in the past, he simply bent over and hugged He Xiran, walked steadily down the steps and walked to the side of the stage, and put He Xiran on the stage to sit.

The moment Wen Xiaoyu's hand left He Xiran's body, he grabbed it again, and his left finger bones were almost cut off by him.

"Hiss..." But he didn't pull it out directly, but scratched He Xiran's palm.Feeling a little looseness in his fingers, Wen Xiaoyu held his hand behind his back, and continued to grope for the bag place in his memory with his right hand.

After fumbling back and forth several times, let alone He Xiran's bag, his own backpack also disappeared.

His mobile phone was dropped and couldn't be turned on, and his backpack was deliberately taken away. They lost the only possibility of contacting the outside world.

Although He Xiran was no longer as frightened as he was at the beginning, he still cried non-stop in his arms, unwilling to leave him even a single step.

Wen Xiaoyu hugged him like this and sat in the dark, rubbing his back when he noticed he was crying and convulsing, and feeding him some water stored in the small auditorium when he was crying quietly.

The time was stretched infinitely, they didn't know how long they stayed inside, this auditorium seemed to be a corner abandoned by the world.Occasionally, Wen Xiaoyu would have a slight illusion that he had merged with the night, and no one would find him again, he was the night itself.

And the crying in his arms reminded him all the time that there was another person with him, and this person also needed his company, and he couldn't leave even an inch.

He Xiran's breath, tears, and body temperature all told him that their existence was real. Thinking of this, Wen Xiaoyu settled down and hugged He Xiran even tighter.

"Wen Xiaoyu! He Xiran! Are you in there?!"

When Lao Zhao's voice sounded outside the auditorium gate, Wen Xiaoyu was almost drowned by He Xiran's tears.

The sound insulation of the auditorium is very good. Wen Xiaoyu knocked on the door for a long time just now, but there was no response from outside.Thanks to the penetrating voice of Lao Zhao's roar, Wen Xiaoyu heard it right away.

"Hey~ Fuck!"

He Xiran sat on his lap for a long time. When he got up, both legs were numb, and his voice split.

He pulled He Xiran slowly to the door, and punched the door a few times in response.Almost at the same time as he was beating on the door, he heard the sound of the door lock opening, and the door was pulled open by Old Zhao in the next second.

The light suddenly came on, and Wen Xiaoyu, who had been in the dark for more than an hour, closed his eyes. When he opened them again, he saw Old Zhao's shiny head and face full of tears.

"You two are trying to scare me to death?!" Lao Zhao was crying, reaching out to hug them, "If your grandma hadn't called me, how long would you have been locked up here!"

"Wow!" Wen Muchen, who was following behind, didn't cry at first, but when he saw Lao Zhao crying like this, he burst into tears too.I don't know if he understands what happened, but anyway, he cried like Wen Xiaoyu was dying.

Wen Xiaoyu pushed Lao Zhao away, put his arms around his brother and coaxed him, "I'm fine, I'm fine, bro, don't cry."

Unwilling to give up, Lao Zhao went to hug He Xiran again, but He Xiran refused to let him hug, and still hugged Wen Xiaoyu from behind like in the auditorium, and continued to cry.

Wen Xiaoyu felt that his clothes had been wet by his crying several times, and they were dry, and then wet again. He probably could shake off several catties of salt when he went back today.

He was pinched back and forth by two tearful men, and Old Zhao stretched out his arms to embrace the three of them from the side.Wen Xiaoyu was going crazy. When he looked up, he saw his grandma standing opposite, leaning against the wall post and laughing non-stop.

"?" Wen Xiaoyu was numb, this old lady has a big heart.