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Under the suggestion of the public relations, Wen Ling had to give up the idea of ​​going out for a second time to collect folk songs. The home and the school are two points and one line, so boring that grass grows.The only joy is that Ke Yici came to the school to find him. The two walked and chatted on the campus and occasionally played basketball. Every inch of the campus was explored by the two, and they even discovered a secret base.

"Look." Ke Yici patted Wen Ling to show his plasticine work-a crooked sand castle. He plowed a furrow and a circle on the front of the sand castle with his fingers, and said, "This is a small river, this It's a fountain."

Wen Ling looked at the buildings he had piled up. He was talented in painting, and he was also good at sculpture.He made a southern Anhui-style courtyard with white walls and black tiles, and lived near the water. An arch bridge connected the two banks of the river. Two little men stood on tiptoes at the bridge head and looked down. There was an out-of-place paper boat floating on the water.

"Why make it out of paper instead of making a boat?" Ke Yici asked.

Wen Ling stared blankly at the building, and didn't speak for a while.He carefully took out the two villains, slapped the house flat, and kneaded them into a ball of gray and black mud. His eyes were extremely calm, without any emotional fluctuations.Ke Yici was taken aback, and instantly understood the reason. He had never asked about Wen Ling's past, and waited patiently for Wen Ling to take the initiative to tell the story.

[When I used to live in the countryside,] Wen Ling gestured [I was expecting my parents to pick me up by boat. 】He picked up the gray plasticine ball, kneaded and pulled it in his hand, and it became the shape of a boat.

A boat, two people, and a yellow dog.

"No one came." Wen Ling said.

Today's life is full of flowers, my father has a stable job, my mother has a strong company, my sister is admitted to college, and my own stable studies.

Gradually no one knew that he used to be able to talk.

He was not born dumb.

Ke Yici picked up the boat in Wen Ling's hand, put it aside, looked at Wen Ling with his eyes, and said, "Let's talk? You don't have to if you don't want to."

Wen Ling shook his head subconsciously and refused. He was not used to talking about suffering. Those ugly pasts were like spots branded on his soul, corroding his vocal cords, making him unable to roar or complain. He pretended to be strong and walked forward, followed by the invisible quagmire.

Ke Yici, who was rejected, showed no strange expression, no sympathy or sadness at all. He put the sandcastle that looked like an explosion site in front of Wen Ling, and said, "Let's give it a name, what is it called?"

With a sore nose, Wen Ling stretched out her arms to hug Ke Yici, and buried her face in Ke Yici's shoulder.

Ke Yici listened to the trembling breathing beside his ear, and finally opened a crack in the clam shell in his heart. He patted Wen Ling's back lightly. One day, Wen Ling would tell him the whole story.

After tidying up her mood, Wen Ling sat on the stool and used the leftover plasticine scraps to pinch a puppy and guarded it in front of Ke Yici's sandcastle.

"I really wronged this puppy." Ke Yici said, "I'll help him renovate the house." He pushed the twisted wall to the left with his fingers to the right, picked up a toothpick and tried to open a window for the outer wall.

Wen Ling pressed Ke Yici's hand, and said, "It's going to fall." As soon as he finished speaking, the crumbling roof made the wall tilt to the right as a whole, and then collapsed suddenly.

Ke Yici shrugged and said optimistically, "Okay, its new name is Puppy's Junkyard." He pinched a red flower and placed it in the dusty ruins, took a photo with his phone and sent it to Moments, Enthusiastically accompanied by the text [Puppy and Flowers].

The place where they were located was the hourly charging sculpture room at the school gate, and Wen Ling couldn't go anywhere, so Ke Yici took him to browse around the interesting shops around the campus.The two of them had had enough fun, so they left the sculpture room and went to the cafeteria to eat. Halfway there, Ke Yici took out his mobile phone and glanced at Moments, and said in an unconvinced voice: "This man doesn't understand art."

Wen Ling looked at him suspiciously, and Ke Yici explained: "A friend commented on my photo and asked me why the dog and the flower were in the pile of shit."

It was the first time Wen Ling received a negative review for his work. Although he only participated in part of the creation, he gestured 【Do you want to reply? 】

"No." Ke Yici put his phone in his pocket and asked, "Do you have class in the afternoon?"

[There is a section. 】Wen Ling raised his index finger, and he gestured 【Are you not going to work today? 】

"After dinner, I have to go to the police station to experience the life of a police assistant." Ke Yici said, "Go back in the afternoon and catch up on sleep."

【You can sleep in my dormitory. 】Wen Ling gestures 【When you are an assistant police officer, can I watch from the sidelines? 】

"Aren't you a day student? Why do you have a dormitory?" Ke Yici asked, "I can watch from the sidelines, but I can't take care of you when I'm busy."

[I don't need to take care of you. 】Wen Ling gestured, 【My mother wanted to save a bed for an afternoon nap, so she paid for the accommodation, but I didn't sleep in it. 】

"Okay, I'll go and see your dormitory." Ke Yici was interested in everything about Wen Ling. He put his arm around Wen Ling's shoulders and looked up at the yellowing leaves of the ginkgo tree at the entrance of the cafeteria. It goes by so fast."

Wen Ling let him hug him, stretched out his left arm and tentatively hugged Ke Yici's shoulder, feeling a little strange, the posture was like a twist, so he lowered his palm and placed it on Ke Yici's waist.

Ke Yici's expression became weird, and he asked, "Do you like this?"

Wen Ling thought that Ke Yici was uncomfortable, so he withdrew his hand like lightning, and put his back behind his back in embarrassment.

"That's not what I meant." Ke Yici had always been thick-skinned, even though his heart was tangled into a ball of wool, he still reached out and grabbed Wen Ling's wrist, and forced it around his waist, "Be more courageous, brother has a good temper."

A smile flashed across Wen Ling's eyes, and he repeated Ke Yici's words: "Spleen, how are you?"

"Temper, good." Ke Yici patiently corrected Wen Ling's pronunciation, "The first two words are one word."

"Temperament, good." Wen Ling studied it carefully, staring closely at Ke Yici's blushing ears, warm breath sprayed on the surface of the skin, Ke Yici couldn't resist hiding aside: "What are you doing."

"Red." Wen Ling said, "Are you hot?"

"Can the two elders get together so they don't get hot?" Ke Yici pretended to be calm, but he couldn't bear to push Wen Ling away. He dragged Wen Ling into the cafeteria, "Come in, there's an air conditioner here."

Coincidentally, the two of them chatted and fought, and happened to meet Chu Zhesong who was looking for a place with a dinner plate.Wen Ling didn't stop, and planned to go straight to the dining window, Ke Yici pulled his wrist, Wen Ling turned to look at Ke Yici, his hair was messed up.

"Brother will fix your hair." Ke Yici moved his footsteps, deliberately adjusted the angle of intimate interaction, to ensure that Chu Zhesong had a VIP-level view from all directions.

Wen Ling stood obediently on the spot, and let Ke Yici make his hair more and more messy. Finally, Ke Yici couldn't help laughing: "Like a bird's nest." He added, "I'll find a comb .”

How could there be a comb in the cafeteria? Wen Ling shook his head nonchalantly, the messy hair returned to its original position, and a few strands of hair hung down his forehead, showing a bit of innocence.

Ke Yici wanted to stimulate Chu Zhesong, but he never took his eyes off Wen Ling. He watched Chu Zhesong shake his head like a bird splashing water, and he had long forgotten his little thought of showing off.

"What do you want to eat?" Ke Yici asked.

Wen Ling stood at the window, opened the tablet, and displayed 【Tomato and Egg Rice Bowl】.

"I want a green pepper fried pork rice." Ke Yici said.

Wen Ling raised her hand to swipe her student card, and took the number plate to find an empty seat to sit down. Ke Yici scanned the cafeteria, but found no sign of Chu Zhesong.He sat down opposite Wen Ling, narrowed his eyes and smiled and said, "Why do you only talk to me and not others?"

"I, no." Wen Ling said, and he gestured [I can't tell, I don't know why. 】

It should be due to psychological effects, which caused Wen Ling to become extremely nervous when speaking to strangers.

"Why are you," Ke Yici said carefully, "did you ever talk to that so-and-so when you were together?"

Wen Ling held up her index finger and said, "Once."

"And then?" Ke Yi asked.

Wen Ling pinched the number plate, rubbed his eyes, and said, "Not good, listen." He pointed to his throat, "It's not good."

"Listen to him farting." Ke Yici frowned, and when he heard the call from the window, he stood up, "Let's serve dinner."

Wen Ling stood up, and followed Ke Yici to the food stall. The aunt said, "Add chili, coriander, chopped green onion yourself, don't waste as much as you eat."

"Okay." Ke Yici said, he picked up the plate and saw that there were not many people these days, so he chatted with his aunt, "Do you know my friend?"

"I know, this kid can't talk." The aunt looked at Wen Ling, "He's much taller and eat some meat, what if he only eats tomatoes and eggs." She picked up a grilled sausage and put it on Wen Ling's plate, "Auntie Yours please."

Ke Yici looked at Wen Ling. Wen Ling opened his mouth and tried to make a sound. He was so nervous that his throat tightened, and he kept sucking in air, and a word came out from between his teeth: "Thank you—"

"Thank you, no thanks." The aunt said enthusiastically.

Wen Ling tried to finish the whole sentence: "Xie——Xie (light tone)."

"Hey—it sounds nice." The aunt said, "So I can talk."

"I can speak a little, practice more." Ke Yici said, "Thank you, Auntie, I will eat at your house every time I come here from now on."