Passionate to know

An Zhi used to think that Song Zhiyang was a very dangerous person.

At that time, Anzhi was still a sophomore in high school.

When I saw Song Zhiyang, he was the most dazzling person in the whole school, just like the protagonist in a novel, always the center of the topic.

The first meeting in the recruiting auditorium was not pleasant, An Zhi just felt that people like Song Zhiyang would not have any interaction with him again.

I didn't expect the second intersection to come very quickly.

After the second class on Wednesday afternoon, there are two free activity classes as usual.As soon as the bell rang, An Zhi went straight to the library.

A high library, behind the 11 rows of bookshelves on the third floor, there are two hidden locations, which are the places Anzhi visits most often.Firstly, there are only 11 racks of design books he wants to read, and secondly, the place is secluded enough.

It was rare for the library to buy a new book today. An Zhi searched for it for a long time, but found that the administrator just put it on the top.

An Zhi stood on tiptoe, a few points away, and couldn't reach it.

"Which one do you want?" A deep voice came from behind Anzhi.

An Zhi was startled, and threw himself on the bookshelf, knocking down a few hardcover books that were not placed properly on the top shelf.The man behind had quick eyesight and quick hands, crossed his arm to block An Zhi's head, and firmly protected An Zhi.

"Are you okay?"

An Zhi stood still, and looking back, Song Zhiyang was full of apology: "Did I scare you?"

An Zhi shook his head, picked up the dropped book and handed it to Song Zhiyang, who put it back effortlessly.

"Which one do you want?" Song Zhiyang asked again.

"Color and Structure."

"You do the design?"

An Zhi stopped answering, took the book and sat down on the seat.

Song Zhiyang was not annoyed, and naturally sat opposite An Zhi.

"Don't look at me with this expression of 'what's the matter'," Song Zhiyang propped his chin and said, "Before you came, this was my favorite position."

So each read a book.

If someone passed by this corner of the library at four o'clock in the afternoon, they would not be able to resist stopping.

Two handsome teenagers sat facing each other, the small square window slanted the setting sun, falling on the teenager's notes and broken hair, quiet and beautiful.

Since then, every time An Zhi went to the library, Song Zhiyang was there.Song Zhiyang is very quiet, and rarely disturbs An Zhi, and An Zhi doesn't speak if he can't speak, so even if he often sits in one place, most of them don't communicate.

He doesn't like dealing with people, and he doesn't like troublesome things. Song Zhiyang seems to know this very well.In places other than the library, An Zhi would not even make eye contact with Song Zhiyang, and Song Zhiyang also cooperated with An Zhi very tacitly.

So, all is well.

Song Zhiyang has always been at ease among the school teachers and classmates, so naturally there are few news that he can't find out.

"That An Zhi? It's almost half a semester, and I haven't heard him speak yet." A student leader who was in the same class as An Zhi said.

"Too withdrawn, wasting that face~" Someone said: "You can only watch it from a distance, not play around~ It's better to be President Wuli Song, handsome and warm."

Obscenity?Song Zhiyang toyed with this word, and really couldn't put it together with An Zhi.

"Hey, the family's situation is complicated, and it's inevitable to be lonely~" Someone suddenly said.

"Complicated? What is complicated? How do you know?" the listener asked hurriedly.

"About the collection of personal data before, didn't I collect the papers? I happened to take a look," he said, lowering his voice. "On the family members, only the mother was written, but the father was not. You want to go."

Listening to their conversation, Song Zhiyang frowned.

Time flies, and it is the end of the term in a blink of an eye.

Every year after the final exam, there is a New Year's party hosted by the Student Union.

All the students joked and cheered at the party, releasing the long-term study pressure.

Song Zhiyang directed the work of various departments in an orderly manner behind the stage, and did not find a chance to take a breath until all the performances were over.

"President, the show is over, and the game session is next." The secretary waited for Song Zhiyang's arrangement.

"Well, okay, let's leave it to the host. After the game is over, we can call it a day. Go and notify all the staff."

The little officer led the order and ran away.

Song Zhiyang looked towards the auditorium, and suddenly his eyes froze.

The host spared no effort to stir up the atmosphere on the stage, and the simple games were played with lots of laughs.

An Zhi sat in the farthest corner of the venue, almost blending with the shadows missed by the lights.

Just when An Zhi was a little sleepy, Song Zhiyang patted him on the shoulder.

"I knew that only you would sit in this corner."

"..."

"It's the last round of the game, let's make fun of it anyway."

"Do not……"

Before An Zhi could refuse, he felt his hand being held by Song Zhiyang, and his whole body was pulled up.

"Song..." An Zhi just wanted to speak, but there was a "bang", and his eyes were completely dark.

The chandeliers were all turned off, and the entire venue was plunged into darkness.

"Ah--!!" The timid girl screamed, and the accident caused a panic in the venue. There were shouts, stampedes, and abuse one after another.

"Everyone, calm down!" Song Zhiyang was the first to react, and shouted in his calm and powerful voice: "It should just be a trip, everyone, don't move around, so as not to cause a stampede, the backstage staff will deal with it as soon as possible!"

Song Zhiyang's voice was extremely penetrating and contagious, and the noisy venue became much quieter in an instant.

At this moment, he felt his hand tighten, and suddenly realized that he was still holding An Zhi's hand.

In the dark, he couldn't see An Zhi's expression, but felt that An Zhi's hands were also cold, with delicate skin and slightly callused fingertips, as if they had no bones.

Obviously just touching An Zhi's hand, but he seemed to be able to feel the uneasy beating of the pulse swimming under the skin of that hand.

"Anzhi...?" Song Zhiyang called softly.

no respond.

"Bang", the chandelier lights up again, and the whole world becomes clearer.

An Zhi was like waking up from a dream, and quickly withdrew his hand like an electric shock.

"I'm leaving." An Zhi spit out three words without expression, and walked away from the exit a little faster.

After walking out of the venue, An Zhi clenched his hands into fists.He had never held hands with anyone before.The temperature of Song Zhiyang's palm was very hot, as if wrapped in a ball of fire.Even the pain of nails pressing against the palm at this moment seems to be unable to cover the touch left by Song Zhiyang.

An Zhi suddenly felt that Song Zhiyang was really a dangerous person, and he approached An Zhi quietly, which made An Zhi feel at a loss.

On that day, the second year of high school ended.

It's just that Song Zhiyang didn't expect that it was the last time he saw An Zhi.