silent sample

Song Yichuan asked Tang Yuan for the address again.

Tang Yuan was so innocent at the moment, he almost squatted on the ground, so he didn't have the energy to deal with him. In order to deal with it as soon as possible, he casually reported the name of the community.

Song Yichuan typed in the taxi-hailing software, and the pop-up information showed that it only took 5 minutes from the school in the past, which was closer than his home.

But he clearly remembered that Tang Yuan mentioned it when he went to play before, saying that it used to take more than half an hour to go to school, and driving was faster than cycling, but not so much faster.

Song Yichuan glanced at him, and calmly changed another address.

"The car is here, let's go."

Tang Yuan didn't speak, and followed him downstairs.

The back door of the dormitory is usually the place where the teachers come in and out. During the day, they can't be seen closely. The doorman is looking down and playing with his mobile phone, so he doesn't notice them.

After getting in the car, Tang Yuan leaned on the back seat with half-closed eyes, his down jacket and hat covered his forehead, and his lips were tightly pressed on the exposed lower half of his face.

He didn't talk to Song Yichuan, and he didn't care where the car was going, he just got off when he got there, Song Yichuan would never chase him home.

However, although the name was reported blindly, there is indeed such a community, and some of his classmates from the third middle school lived there, and Tang Yuan had been there before.

After driving for less than 10 minutes, the car finally stopped at the gate of a community that he didn't know at all.

"Where is this?" Tang Yuan asked top-heavy.

"My house." Song Yichuan got out of the car one step ahead of him.

"..." Tang Yuan was stunned for a while, "Aren't you going back to class?"

"I asked Lao Xu for leave."

The action was quite fast, and for some reason, Old Xu agreed.

Before someone in the class had gastroenteritis and was going to the hospital, Qi Xinmeng wanted to accompany him, but Lao Xu insisted on refusing to call his parents to pick him up. In his eyes, delaying any class for no reason is equivalent to So commit crimes.

Song Yichuan didn't enter the gate of the community, but took Tang Yuan to a private clinic on the second floor along the street. The nurse at the front desk drew blood. After seeing it, the doctor said that he would have to hang water for two days.

There was no bed in the water hanging place, only a folding chair. After the injection, Tang Yuan lay half-lying, staring blankly at the hanging bottle above his head in a daze.

The air conditioner was turned on in the clinic, but there were too many people coming in and out, so the heat couldn't gather. He wrapped his down jacket tightly, and his whole body was trapped in it.

It was probably because the chair was too hard, it was uncomfortable to sit on, and the other person kept moving.

"Don't move around." Song Yichuan grabbed his arm through the down jacket, worried that the needle would go wrong again.

Tang Yuan glanced at him, and he was really obedient and didn't move any more. He only clenched and loosened his other free hand by his side, and kept rubbing it. It was obvious that he was very uncomfortable and restless. kind.

The exposed back of the hand and the wrist were red from the cold water, and the knuckles were even slightly blue. Song Yichuan called the nurse and asked if he could go back to hang himself. His family lives behind here. Able to.

"Can you remove the needle?" the nurse asked.

"Should be." It doesn't look difficult.

"That's fine, if you need anything, you can call here." The nurse gave him a business card and packed the remaining medicine bags for them.

Song Yichuan was holding the hanging bottle, worried that he would be hurt, so he had to accommodate Tang Yuan's pace and walked very slowly.

Tang Yuan followed him, and by this time he was completely stupefied. He didn't say a word, where to go, what to do, Song Yichuan suspected that he didn't remember the way at all, maybe he didn't even know where he was at this time.

"All right?" he asked.

"……Um."

"Um, is it good or bad?"

Seeing Tang Yuan floating behind him like a puppet that has been lifted by a thread, Song Yichuan suddenly wanted to tease him.

"Not good." Tang Yuan whispered sullenly.

"Will you dance next time?"

"...I won't dance anymore... There will be no next time..."

Song Yichuan sighed lightly, "It's good to know."

The elevator door opened, and it was windy outside, Song Yichuan dragged him in.

"You can sleep in my room, and I'll bring you another quilt." Song Yichuan asked Tang Yuan to hold the hanging bottle by himself, and he went to the balcony to find a hanger.

His bed was very clean, without any unnecessary clutter, unlike Tang Yuan's, where one or two pieces of clothing were always placed at the end of the bed, and various books and pads were scattered beside the pillow.

Because no one slept for a long time, a dust cover was put on it, and Tang Yuan lifted a corner of the cover to reveal the dark pillow and bed cover inside.

"Huh?" Song Yichuan came in and turned on the air conditioner first, then took the bottle in his hand and hung it up. Seeing that Tang Yuan hadn't moved for a long time, he realized that his coat was caught by the pipe and couldn't be taken off.

"You can wear my pajamas." Song Yichuan brought him a set, pulled out the tube from the top, and quickly let it go through the sleeve.

"Can I take a shower first?" Tang Yuan asked, his voice much hoarse than before, his eyes turned around the room, and finally fell on the pajamas in his hand, "I didn't wash it last night."

"Then can you guarantee that you won't sweat all night?" Song Yichuan saw what he was thinking, and put away the dust cover, "Go to sleep first, and just wash it for me when you're done."

"...Well." Tang Yuan sat down after a while, mainly because he hadn't spent the night at other people's homes since he was a child, let alone slept directly on other people's beds.

Song Yichuan asked him if he wanted to eat something.

Tang Yuan shook his head.

"Then you change your clothes first, the toilet is inside, I'll boil some hot water for you."

Seeing that he didn't need anything, Song Yichuan took him out the door.

Tang Yuan slept very deeply this time, and when he woke up, the needle in his hand had been pulled out.

He didn't even know when Song Yichuan came in to pull out the needle.

There was adhesive tape on the back of the hand, Tang Yuan lifted it and took a look, the needle hole was a little blue, and there was a slight bulge, it seems that someone's "should know" technique is not very good.

There was a glass of water on the bedside, still warm, Tang Yuan got up, gulped it down, finally felt a little more comfortable in his throat, and the pain didn't hurt so much.

He went to the toilet, then opened the door and went out.

"Are you awake?" Song Yichuan heard the movement, took off his earphones and turned around.

Tang Yuan saw the green screen of the mobile phone he exited from afar, "Report you."

"Thanks to you." Song Yichuan smiled, and turned on the screen to face him, "Take the account number."

Tang Yuanzhen took it over, wanting to see his level and equipment, Song Yichuan touched his forehead, and tried his own again, "It doesn't seem to be burning."

"What time is it?" Tang Yuan returned the mobile phone to him, the level is the same, it seems that he doesn't usually call much.

"It's three o'clock in the afternoon, do you have an appetite?"

"Ah."

"What do you want to eat? Noodles or porridge?" Song Yichuan thought of something and made the decision for him, "Porridge, vegetable porridge, how about steamed corn?"

"Anything is fine." Tang Yuan still wanted to take a bath. He sweated a lot last night, and his body was uncomfortable. He sneaked into the bathroom while Song Yichuan was not paying attention when he entered the kitchen.

As soon as the door was closed, before the clothes could be taken off, Song Yichuan knocked twice outside, "I brought you a new pair of underwear, change your pajamas too."

Damn, it's just a matter of time before and after. Tang Yuan found out that this person is really smart, and he can't hide anything from him.

"If you are too smart, you will be beaten."

"By whom, Zhu Hua?" Song Yichuan said.

"Fuck..." For a moment, he didn't know how to refute.

"I've only ever been beaten by him."

Song Yichuan's tone was serious, and Tang Yuan could still imagine his expression when he said this.

He laughed, he didn't know how to poke the joke, he couldn't stop laughing, he thought how could this be so fucked up, he got slapped for no reason, probably Song Yichuan wanted to kill him at that time.

"Stop laughing, wash it quickly."

Tang Yuan went out after washing, Song Yichuan was steaming corn in the kitchen, he was wiping his hair with a towel half hanging around his neck, "Where are your parents, don't they live here?"

The house with two bedrooms and one living room is not too big, but the decoration is very new. It feels like it hasn't been long since I moved in. There is another room next to Song Yichuan's bedroom, and the door is closed.

"My mother used to come here often, but she went back after I lived in school, and now I'm out of town with my father."

"Are you our native?"

"It's based on household registration, but I didn't grow up here when I was a child, so sometimes I can't understand what you say."

Tang Yuan guessed the same. It is estimated that the place where he went to school had no policy, so he transferred back to the second year of high school.

"Go and sit down, the porridge is almost ready." Song Yichuan said.

Tang Yuan hadn't eaten for a whole day, and last night he managed to eat some and vomited it all out along with the sand.

The porridge is okay, Song Yichuan probably doesn't cook often, it's like pulling a needle, but the corn is quite fragrant and soft and waxy.

"You can sleep here tonight. I'll go back to do my evening self-study first. Old Xu will ask." After eating, Song Yichuan cleaned up the dishes.

"I'll go back with you." Tang Yuan said.

"Farewell, you've been tossing around on the road, and the dormitory is cold. There may be repetitions tomorrow morning. The monthly exam will be this Saturday. You should rest first."

Living in Song Yichuan's house is of course a good choice, no one disturbs, and someone takes care of him... Tang Yuan is very tired after the fever, and listening to him, Tang Yuan gradually finds it difficult to concentrate.

He leaned against the kitchen door with hot water in his hand, looked at Song Yichuan's tall, thin and straight back, and suddenly asked in a strange way: "You didn't go to school all day, didn't Xie Yao ask you?"

Song Yichuan looked back at him, Tang Yuan didn't feel that the question was too much to ask, he looked at him, waiting for his answer as a matter of course.

"It's the second time you've asked me this question. What do you want to say?" Song Yichuan took off his gloves, threw them on the sink, and looked at Tang Yuan while wiping his hands.

"Don't say anything, I'm curious, everyone is curious, are you two together?"

"It's none of your business whether we're together or not." Song Yichuan didn't look like he was going to get angry, but his face was definitely not good-looking, "Since you want to know so much, you might as well answer me first, what is your relationship with Zhu Hua?"

"..." Are these two questions comparable?

"What relationship do I have with him?" Tang Yuan sneered, "The relationship between fighting and fighting, the relationship between being unhappy with each other."

Song Yichuan didn't speak, as if he was judging the credibility of his words, he asked, "Really?"

"Can it be true? Didn't you see it with your own eyes? I almost got into a fight with him at noon yesterday... You don't think I jumped into the river because of him..."

Tang Yuan's tone was completely joking, but he paused while he was talking, because he looked at Song Yichuan's expression, and it seemed that even if he didn't jump into the river for Zhu Hua, he definitely did something else for Zhu Hua. According to Yang Qifan, Zhu Hua is in the toilet...

"Fuck!" Tang Yuan was startled, no wonder Song Yichuan wanted to ask him why Zhu Hua was bothering him in the cafeteria, "You think I'm with him?!...fuck...you think I'm..."

"Are you?" Song Yichuan still felt that his death was not thorough enough.

"I'm fucking straight, okay?" Tang Yuan was almost laughed angrily by him, "And take a step back, even if I like men, on my terms, I need...do I need to find someone like him, no? , Song Yichuan, you did it on purpose, put me with that kind of person, you really believe it..."

"I don't believe it, so I'm here to ask you. If I believe it, I won't ask."

"Then I'm really fucking..." Tang Yuan gritted his teeth, "Thank you."