special stargazing

There was no water in the dormitory in the morning.

It was just dawn, and the wake-up call by the dormitory building sounded. A group of boys stepped on slippers and went downstairs to get water.

Uncle Ming suppressed him several times and was powerless, so he could only call Sheng Yexing's name at the top of his voice in the corridor. The elder brother who was called stepped out of the dormitory wearing short-sleeved sleepy eyes, and went down to the door of the dormitory building to face the man who was doing the fighting. Several boys glanced at it.

The crowd suddenly fell silent.

Sheng Yexing suspected that Li Dingxi and the others had a hormonal imbalance, and insisted on fighting to prove how precious puberty is.

After all, no matter how old you are, you won't have the urge to shake your fist.

Fortunately, the people in my class had the upper hand, otherwise Sheng Yexing would not be able to control it, and there would be another bloody storm in the boys' dormitory.

Sheng Yexing, who was young and energetic in his freshman year of high school, had done a lot of the act of putting an empty bucket directly on someone's head.

"Are you okay? I'm going back to sleep." He walked upstairs.

"A bunch of cowards," Li Dingxi swallowed at the troublemakers, tugged at his crooked collar, and shouted at Sheng Yexing, "Hey! Boss, don't you go to class?"

"No, I'll take a leave of absence," Sheng Yexing said without turning his head, "Lu Jianxing has a fever."

Damn it, what does it matter to you that Lu Jianxing has a fever?

Li Dingxi drank too much last night, and woke up from a hangover with a hoarse throat, so he didn't dare to speak much.He just returned to the dormitory at six o'clock this morning, and was almost caught by Uncle Ming.

He used to talk in his sleep at three o'clock in the morning every day. He was more on time than the alarm clock and had a northern accent. After waking up, Sheng Yexing asked him where he was from several times, and Li Dingxi always choked his throat and said he was from the local area.

The habit of talking in sleep can't be changed, Li Dingxi is always afraid that Sheng Yexing will beat him unconscious on the bed when he falls asleep at night.It took him a lot of effort to believe that this old man would not fall ill indiscriminately before he settled down in the dormitory with peace of mind.

During his freshman year in high school, Sheng Yexing often tossed and turned in the middle of the night and couldn't sleep. He would stand on the balcony and smoke for a whole night.

Every time the sun rose, the restless factor in Sheng Yexing's body caused him to hit the wall with his fists in the toilet. Every time he hit his hand with blood, and asked him what happened just now, he couldn't remember anything.

Later, even in the absence of Li Dingxi, Sheng Yexing learned to bandage one hand with alcohol and gauze.

Also try not to make it so like white sweet glutinous rice dumplings.

What Sheng Yexing didn't expect was that Lu Jianxing would stubbornly go to class even if he had a fever, and he didn't take his illness seriously.

The patient didn't mind. He was neither a doctor nor an angel in white. Naturally, he didn't care about it. He quickly changed into a lot of school uniforms and jackets, and stood at the door of the dormitory, whistling, "Lu Jianxing, can you do it?"

"I can do it," Lu Jianxing trotted to keep up with his schoolbag strap, his face flushed in the winter morning, "I'm good at it."

"Amazing," Sheng Yexing smiled badly, "You're still poor?"

Lu Jianxing saw that he was smiling nicely, his face was hot, and he didn't know if he was burning himself or what, so he asked, "What is poverty?"

At this moment, Sheng Yexing felt more and more towards Lu Jianxing.

It's not that he gained much favor, but that he might become an important existence in Lu Jianxing's life.

During his most important period of growth, he imperceptibly used a black pen to fill the white paper with dense words.

In other words, drawing on paper.

Draw colorful pictures.

When meeting Lu Jianxing, "Can you fucking keep up with me" in his mouth has become "Can you keep up with me".

It was already mid-November in the city, and the humid and cold environment in the south made them feel the biting cold from the air no matter how much they wore.

Relying on their strong bodies, a group of boys with big farts started to wear only jackets and short sleeves, and they could take off their clothes and look handsome in minutes after playing basketball.

Sheng Ye Xing is no exception.

But he changed the short sleeves into a more handsome long-sleeved sweater, with a vest tucked into the waist of his trousers, which is very scheming.

It's just that I can no longer casually lift the corners of my clothes to show off my eight pack abs.

The sun was shining this morning, Sheng Ye was walking lazily, Lu Jianxing was also stepping on his shadow behind him, holding a cup of soy milk in his hand, drinking it with extra pride, even more powerful than drinking.

Sheng Yexing walked forward with his head held high, and took the opportunity to look back at him, thinking in his heart: What is it like to be drunk when you are autistic?

Having said that, it was the first time that Lu Jianxing ate hand pancakes mixed with Laoganma hot sauce, and he was not used to it, so he choked hard.

Being choked with tears in his eyes, Lu Jianxing didn't say a word of nonsense.

He is so good that he can't even scold him with the word "fuck".

Sheng Yexing used to think that Lu Jianxing sometimes looked like a girl, but now he doesn't.

The silhouette of the little autistic is quite delicate, and he can be called very handsome, and he looks like a local. The character revealed in his brows and eyes is firm and tough, which cannot be hidden no matter what.

He hates the touch of strangers, and if he is accidentally bumped into by someone on the street, his eyes will instantly become particularly "wolf".

Kind of intimidating.

Lu Jianxing has been in the class for a week, and the students' curiosity about him has gradually weakened. They think that he has no other tags other than not being talkative, good-looking, good grades, and a bit fierce, so they simply don't want to be around anymore. Discuss him in the classroom.

Although the city has always focused on support, the teachers of special education schools are relatively weak.

Tang Han also taught Chinese and history at the same time. Today, he directly moved a large piece of ancient Chinese territory to hang in the classroom, and said that everyone should review half of the class first, and conduct random checks in the second half of the class.

Lu Jianxing didn't like to talk in crowded places, and Sheng Yexing knew about his problem, and there was almost no communication between the two of them in the classroom.

Gu Qunshan is a scumbag, and whenever he encounters a review class, he is full of fun.Because of ADHD, he couldn't sit still. In the first year of high school, he tied himself with a rope in class, and then directly tied himself and Li Dingxi back to back.

As soon as the classroom was quiet and the surroundings became "static", Gu Qunshan felt extremely uncomfortable.He put one leg on the pedal of the desk, thought for a while, and began to shake his leg.

Feeling that Gu Qunshan's table was shaking slightly with his thighs, Sheng Yexing reached out and tapped his shoulder with a pen, "Don't move."

"Damn it," Gu Qunshan said in extreme pain, "I can't help it..."

"Then keep it quiet." Turning the page, Sheng Yexing pretended to be very serious, "Put the desk up and shake it so it's silent."

"Fuck, boss, you are too inhuman."

Sheng Yexing wanted to laugh when he heard it, raised his eyebrows and said, "You just know me?"

Then he ignored Gu Qunshan, took out an earphone from the drawer, stuffed it into the school uniform, pulled it out from the collar, clasped his ears with his palms, tilted his head in a contemplative look, and began to listen to those explosive remixes in the nightclub Electronic music.

The nightclubs in the city are famous for being so fun that every weekend people from all over the country fly over to play disco.

Sheng Yexing doesn't like to be noisy, but he likes to stimulate himself.The more it collides with his personality, the more nourishment he can draw from alcohol.

"Bah -" Gu Qunshan shook the table a few times, his body pushed the stool back, and the table followed suit.

Lu Jianxing, who was sitting at the back, moved the table back without saying a word.

"Bah-"

Gu Qunshan at the front table moved back another ten centimeters, and Lu Jianxing also moved the table back.

"Bah-"

The last shaking was over, Gu Qunshan stopped his numb legs, turned his face to talk to Lin Ting, and found that he had "shaked" into Sheng Yexing's deskmate.

Sheng Yexing took off his earphones and glanced over: "..."

Gu Qunshan: "..."

He hurriedly turned his head to see that the little autistic child was quietly doing his homework with his head down, unaffected at all, living alone in the last row.

Gu Qunshan didn't know why, but felt that the boss's eyes were a little creepy.

"Sorry, bro..."

Gu Qunshan quickly pushed the tables and chairs forward, making a loud noise in the classroom, "Little autistic, come up!"

Regardless of whether Lu Jianxing was still writing, Sheng Yexing stretched out his arms and dragged Lu Jianxing's desk up, and said fiercely to Gu Qunshan, "Don't call him a little autistic."

Gu Qunshan laughed "hehe", "Then what's my name, little Xingxing?"

After hearing this title, Lu Jianxing stared at Gu Qunshan in a daze, and frowned unaccustomedly.

In kindergarten, his parents called him "Xing Xing", then he became "Little Star" in elementary school, "Jian Xing" in junior high school, and finally "Lu Jian Xing"... Lu Jian Xing was originally slow to change his address , but when he felt the changes in intimacy and distance, he gradually became sensitive to it.

"Brother Lu."

Seeing Lu Jianxing's expression was not very good, Sheng Yexing stepped on Gu Qunshan's still shaking stool legs after finishing speaking, "Do you understand?"

"I know boss!"

Gu Qunshan felt quite refreshed by being so fierce, and smiled at Lu Jianxing in a doggy manner: "Brother Lu!"

At this time, Tang Han was entering the classroom with the newly issued monthly test papers, divided them into groups one by one, picked up the pointer and knocked on the desk a few times, and said with feigned anger: "Your group in the last self-study The boys are still arguing, the textbooks are taken out and memorized!"

"Yes—" The average grade in the class is not bad, but they are all lazy.

Sheng Yexing stayed so long that he wondered if Ban Feng had been led astray by him?

The weather was cold and the heating was turned on in the classroom. Tang Han took off his scarf and asked questions from the textbook: "Next, I will recite the main regulations. Well, on August 1842, 8, the "Nanjing Treaty" was signed..."

Although the school focuses on therapeutic training, ordinary high school students still have to keep up with the course progress.

Lu Jianxing, who was playing with a pen with his head down, suddenly said, "Monday."

Lu Jianxing's voice was not too low. Tang Han was pleasantly surprised to hear his speech, but he still couldn't hear clearly after being stunned for a while, and asked, "What is Jianxing talking about?"

Gu Qunshan was particularly active: "Teacher! He said Monday."

He likes to answer dates?

Tang Han thought about it, and then asked, "What about the Treaty of Shimonoseki? April 1895, 4?"

Lu Jianxing blinked and said, "Wednesday."

Beside his desk, Sheng Yexing put one hand in his pocket, and with the other hand he quickly opened the perpetual calendar on his phone, and quickly swipe the screen... After seeing that the date was completely correct, his eyes were full of doubts.

Memorized or calculated?

Little autistic, is this the rhythm of a fighter in Zhenxueba?

"You little autistic kid can fucking do everything." Gu Qunshan scolded.

Sheng Yexing glanced at him indifferently.

Gu Qunshan quickly changed his words: "Hey, our brother Lu is really awesome."

He knew that the boss must have been screaming autistic in his heart!

This means that he is only allowed to set fires by himself, and he is not allowed to be a firefly.

Looking at Lu Jianxing's clear eyes, Tang Han suddenly realized that Lu Jianxing might have the ability to tell the day of the week for any date?I've seen this happen in foreign documentaries before.This kind of thought moved her, she simply closed the book and asked at random, "September 1998, 9?"

"Friday." Within two or three seconds, he almost blurted out.

Tang Han's palms were covered with sweat, and he asked again: "October 1996, 10?"

Lu Jianxing didn't hesitate at all: "Wednesday."

Noticing that Sheng Yexing was flipping through the perpetual calendar, Tang Han glanced at Sheng Yexing, who looked up at Tang Chunhan and nodded.

"Students, you go to class first." Tang Han closed the book with a "snap", and tied the scarf that he had just untied but had not had time to fold back around his neck. "Seeing the stars on the road? Come to the office with me."

Seeing that the road was not moving, Sheng Yexing flicked a small rubber to divert his attention, raised his chin, and reminded him: "Go to the office."

Lu Jianxing pushed the stool and stood up slowly, followed Tang Han out.

The head teacher and Lu Jianxing had just left, and most of the students in the class were amazed at Lu Jianxing's performance just now, and they all whispered to each other. .”

As soon as Tang Han left, Gu Qunshan immediately became disobedient again, turned on the WeChat drifting bottle mode, turned his face and whispered, "Hey hey hey, boss, ah hey hey hey."

Sheng Ye was troubled, reached out and twisted his head back, "Turn the head away."

"I have news."

"Turn your head away."

"My Brother Lu's." Gu Qunshan said intentionally.

Putting his palm on top of Gu Qunshan's head, Sheng Yexing turned his head around again, "Say."

"He used to be in their school. Fuck, he was called a fierce fighter. He fought to the death. No one dared to provoke him. When the people in their school heard me ask him, their eyes changed. They felt that I Seeking revenge."

Gu Qunshan's voice was not loud, and he tried his best to get close to Sheng Yexing's ear, "You know the triangle ruler teaching aid of the math teacher, right? It's crackling! He smashed the windows of people's classrooms with that."

Sheng Yexing turned his pen while listening, "A fight across classes?"

It seems that the little autistic is much wilder than I imagined.

"That's right," Gu Qunshan said, "How big do you think he was?"

"One grade higher than him?"

"He's a sophomore in junior high school."

"Win or lose?"

"Win," Gu Qunshan concluded, "He who is barefoot is not afraid of wearing shoes, and my brother Lu is barefoot."

"He won't provoke others first," Sheng Yexing also summed up, "He belongs to the type of 'if people don't attack me, I won't attack others, if people attack me, I'll kill them'. So he deserves the beating."

On the surface, he acted calmly, but Sheng Yexing was still irritated by Gu Qunshan's description.

For some reason, the scene of the little autistic being surrounded and bullied by a group of people came to mind vividly, and he could even imagine Lu Jianxing's ears turning red from holding back.

My own symptoms often come for no reason, and they are also violent. I will touch the red line unintentionally——

Sheng Yexing couldn't hold the pen anymore, and he didn't know whether he was feeling sorry for Lu Jianxing at that time, or the self who often had accidents and blood in the past.

"Boom!" With a sound, Sheng Yexing's desk was suddenly kicked aside by him who couldn't control himself.

The students in the front row of the class all turned their heads to look at the last row.

Sheng Yexing's temples were sweating, his hands were clenched into fists, his breathing became short of breath, the word "sorry" got stuck in his throat, and he couldn't even say it.

The manic man is often unaware of the onset, but this time he saw it in his own reactions.

"You go to self-study, don't read."

Gu Qunshan quickly waved his hand to signal the students to turn around and not look back.

With another "crash", Sheng Yexing pulled a stool and stood up, letting out a long breath.

He pressed his forehead against the wall against which he was leaning, trying to comfort himself with the icy temperature of the tiles, took several deep breaths, and said to Gu Qunshan, "I'm going to sit in the confinement room."

"Don't go to the confinement room... It's stuffy and shabby, is that for people? You can use the whole school." Gu Qunshan advised him.

Sheng Yexing sneered: "It's no one else's use."

Yes, usually with this disease, parents should keep their children at home for observation.

Only he will be sent to collective life.

"It's okay." Sheng Yexing walked out.

As soon as he walked to the door of the class, Lu Jianxing, who went to the office with Tang Han, came back.

Tang Han seemed to have forgotten something, and walked halfway back to the office. There were only Lu Jianxing and Sheng Yexing standing face to face at the door.

Lu Jianxing had some vision problems, couldn't concentrate when walking, didn't look at people, and almost bumped into Sheng Yexing's chest inadvertently.

The two stood at the door facing each other, you looked at me, and I looked at you.

Lu Jianxing was a little shorter, and his eyes were level, just facing Sheng Yexing's tall nose and lips.On the other side's cheeks is a mandible that showed premature masculinity, and the neckline seems to be turned up a little messy.

The "pinion" on the zipper is like the rails of the train lying on the textbook.

beep-

Seeing that Xing Xing's distraction was over, and seeing Sheng Yexing about to go out, he spoke first in a rare way: "Aren't you going to class?"

"..." Sheng Yexing looked at him for a long time, and then choked out a sentence: "Yes."

The little autistic mole is blue today.

Because you are not feeling well?

"Well," Lu Jianxing's pupils were amber-like, shining brightly in the morning sun that gradually cleared away the clouds and mists, "come in."

There was a battle between heaven and man in Sheng Yexing's mind, and he finally chose to follow him back to the classroom.

He stood behind Xiao Zikai, watched the other party carefully pull the stool away, and sat down after carefully confirming the distance between the stool and the table.In the previous school, the little autistic boy often accidentally fell to the ground because of the barrier of space, and many people laughed at him.

Sheng Yexing sighed.

He sat down, put the medicine in the desk in his palm, thought for a long time and decided not to take it.

He took Lu Jianxing's draft book, turned a page by himself, and called him: "Lu Jianxing."

"Huh?" Lu Jianxing turned to look at him.

The autistic child sees that his focal length has gradually changed from being empty at the beginning to being able to find the target of the other party.

Sheng Yexing pointed at the blank space of the notebook, and said, "From now on, if I don't get sick every day, you can write a chapter here."

Lu Jianxing stared at him for a while, then nodded.

Isn't it easy to draw chapters?

What to draw.

He held the pen and rubbed it for a while, and felt that Sheng Yexing was doing well today. He wrote the date "11/20" on the blank space of the book with the tip of the pen, and then drew an arc under the date.He originally wanted to draw a smiling face, but suddenly changed his mind and added another arc, connecting end to end, and a crooked moon suddenly appeared on the paper.

In the drawing class before, the teacher said what this pattern means to me.

It should be said, accompany, right?

After Sheng Yexing finished reading the "chapter" he drew, his ears burned a little.

He felt that he was the one who had a fever today.

The universe is vast, the stars are bright, and there are only a few things that can match the "stars", let alone the combination of two people's names is "planets".Regardless of whether Lu Jianxing drew a heart or a ball today, it was enough to make Sheng Yexing, who had been thinking too much recently, feel his throat dry.

I want to drink water, I want to... very dry.

Sheng Yexing, who always regarded himself as "ignoring all troubles", stretched out the back of his hand and leaned against Lu Jianxing's forehead.

"It's better," Sheng Yexing said, "I'll go to Teacher Han for some cooling stickers."

"Ah."

Lu Jianxing also repeated his actions, touched his forehead, and sat down.

It's the feeling of being touched.

He has to remember well.

From the first year of high school to the present, Sheng Yexing never went to the office so quickly even if he had an illness.

He was stepping on the edge of the door frame, knocking on the door with his fingers, Tang Han was about to go to the classroom, when he saw him coming, he nodded to signal him to enter the room.

"Teacher." Sheng Yexing trotted over, still panting.

Tang Han adjusted his glasses, "What's wrong?"

It was the first time Sheng Yexing was so nervous in front of the teacher.

He pursed the corner of his lower lip, rolled his Adam's apple, and said, "I want to be with Lu Jianxing."

How did the face slap come so fast?

The other teachers in the office stopped for a moment and looked at him.

The author has something to say: Once Sheng Yexing: I am most afraid of trouble.