Misfiring

When Ying Yang came back, Cheng Mo was huddled under the blanket in a daze. His round eyes were as red as rabbits, and the swelling had not completely subsided. He needed to apply heat for a while, otherwise he might not be able to give a lecture the next day. The students must have seen it Will chase him and make fun of him.

Cheng Mo can only leave it to himself to be bullied, and others don't even think about it.

Ying Yang gently put the re-rubbed towel on his eyelids, Cheng Mo sniffed so much, and unconsciously let out a comfortable murmur in his throat, as if being caught in the balls.

"Go to sleep if you're sleepy, I'll take a shower." After speaking, Ying Yang was ready to get up.

"Hmm." Cheng Mo couldn't see anything, but instinctively held Ying Yang's hand, subconsciously still had the fear of leaving him without saying goodbye.

Seeing his uneasiness, Ying Yang held him back and kissed his slender knuckles: "I won't leave, why don't you watch me wash?"

It was probably a joke, Cheng Mo shook his head shyly.

"Then I will open the door, you can listen to the voice."

"Hmm." Ying Wan was worried that Eggy would run in and make trouble, "Eggy..."

"I'll shut it outside in a minute."

"Give it some food first." Cheng Mo's voice is hoarse from crying, and now he can't speak in a low voice, and with a towel on his forehead, it looks like a dandelion without a branch, and the wind blows It's gone.

Ying Yang followed him in everything: "OK."

Only then did Cheng Mo feel relieved, and silently retracted it into the quilt after Ying Yang kissed his hand again, intending to retain a little bit of heat left on it.

After refilling the food, he put Cheng Mo's packed clothes back into the closet one by one, and as expected, Ying Yang just closed the bedroom door and went into the bathroom to take a shower.

Losing visual interference, hearing became very clear in an instant. Hearing the movement from the bathroom and the sound of dripping water, Cheng Mo soon fell into a half-dream and half-awake state, and his thoughts drifted far away. In a trance, I returned to the summer seven years ago.

squeak - squeak -

In the classroom in the afternoon, the bright sun shines on the piles of textbooks through the gaps in the green curtains, the airtight glass blocks the loud and clear cicadas, and the air conditioner is dutifully operating. Cheng Mo and the scattered students together Wearing a coat and lying on the table to take a nap.

Due to the shortage of dormitory beds in their school, they have always been part-time students. Cheng Mo and Ying Yang's house is not too far away, so they didn't compete with other students for dormitory places. They only lived together for three years. Walk or bike to school.

Originally, in the first and second grades of high school, Cheng Mo would often go home at noon to enjoy the loving lunch prepared by his mother, but in the third year of high school, the study tasks were heavy and he needed to save time as much as possible to read books, and secondly, the family went out again. After some changes, Cheng Mo gradually stopped tossing about and stayed at school for lunch break.

Ying Yang also doesn't love home, he likes to hang out all year round no matter how hot or cold, and took a group of horse boys to play all the restaurants near the school. Whenever the bell rang after school, they would always It will fill the entire store, making the students who originally wanted to come run away.

And then they'd be laughing inside.

Thinking about it now is really naive, but at that time it was a passionate youth.

I don't know if Ying Yangjue thinks it's black history.

Probably vaguely have this kind of awareness, so since the second semester of the second year of high school, Cheng Mo has never heard of any store being occupied again, and I'm afraid I won't be able to eat it today.

Instead, it was his turn to be occupied by Ying Yang, and he ordered him to bring food every day and slip up to the roof to act as a human-shaped soft pillow.

Cheng Mo still remembers that during the hottest time of summer, Ying Yang showed mercy and allowed him to stay in the classroom with the air conditioner, maybe he himself was too hot, anyway, he could finally take a short vacation and lie down quietly by himself Take a nap.

It's just that Ying Yang still likes to stand guard by his side, aggressively driving his deskmate back to the dormitory for a nap on the iron frame bed, causing him to climb up to the sixth floor panting in the hot weather, just to make room for him to requisition temporarily one noon.

Later, the deskmate became smarter, and slept far away in the empty seat in the corner, pretending to be an ostrich.

Normally, they would return to the classroom after having lunch outside. At that time, most of the students who stayed in the class were already asleep, and their bent arms blocked their sight tightly, so they would not notice them at all.

That's why Ying Yang used to have a bad habit -- he likes to touch his head when he's sleeping, and occasionally pinches his cheek meanly.

Cheng Mo held back and didn't dare to resist, for fear of waking everyone up, and felt that their behavior was a bit strange.

During his nap that day, Cheng Mo obviously felt that Ying Yang came to touch him again. He didn't like to sweat at first, but for some reason this time his forehead seemed to be wet, and he heard "you are sick" in a trance.

He struggled to lift his eyelids, and saw a coat that was two sizes too big on his shoulders, and the boy Ying Yang looked at him worriedly.

He missed him so much, he couldn't help stretching out his hand towards him, and murmured his name, then Ying Yang's expression changed, he grabbed his hand fiercely and pulled him into the corridor, saying, "Run, don't you like to run?" ?! Go down from here, and you will be free!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he pushed him down——

"what!"

Cheng Mo woke up from the nightmare. A few seconds later, under the dim light, his eyes met Ying Yang's worried expression as if in a dream: "What did you dream about?"

Cheng Mo didn't answer his question immediately. He didn't look at the clock beside the bed until he calmed down: 02:30 in the morning.

"Why are you turning on the light?"

"I heard you call me." Ying Yang brushed his wet forehead hair aside, "And you have a fever, your whole body is hot."

Probably because of the cold at night, coupled with wantonly venting, Cheng Mo huddled under the blanket softly and annoyed: "There is medicine in the drawer of the coffee table, can you help me get it?"

"Ah."

Following Cheng Mo's instructions, he took an antipyretic and came back. Ying Yang took warm water and told him to take the medicine, and went to the bathroom to find a face towel wrapped in ice to cool him down.

In just one night, Ying Yang was afraid that Cheng Mo would feel burdened, and deliberately laughed at him: "You are really made of glass."

Cheng Mo didn't want to but said along the lines: "Well, so you can't lose me..."

Ying Yang understood after a while: "Did you just dream that I lost you?"

"Yeah." Now that he guessed it, Cheng Mo didn't hide it, "From the corridor outside the classroom, it's quite high."

"Oh, I thought it was the rooftop."

Cheng Mo suddenly stopped talking, his eyes flickered, not knowing what Ying Yang meant.

Before, he was crying so hard that he only remembered that he kept saying sorry, but he didn't pay attention to whether Ying Yang accepted it or not.Now that I think about it, I feel like my heart is fluttering, and my brows are tightly knit.

Very sad.

Seeing that he was uncomfortable, Ying Yang stretched out his hand to smooth his eyebrows, and the coolness of ice cubes on his fingertips relieved his physical discomfort well: "Don't worry, I'm just talking casually, I don't want to."

The panic in my heart disappeared for the time being with his comfort.