Always be relatives with Zha Gong [Quick time travel]

Simply retracting a few points to the inner wall, almost half-facing the wall, drooping, and a layer of water mist appeared in the timid eyes under the lens.

Outside the classroom, Lin Heng sideways avoided the girl's intentionally thrown body, put his hands in his pockets, and he slightly unbuttoned two white shirt buttons, showing a bit of depression and impatience, he lightly raised his eyelids and spit out One word: "Go away."

The girl's shy expression suddenly turned pale, and her fingertips trembled slightly, as if she didn't understand that the boy who always had a smile on his face would say such hurtful words.

The girl came crying.

Lin Heng's face was expressionless, and he glanced into the classroom from the corner of his eye, only to see a figure from the back, his eyes darkened a bit, he stepped forward with his long legs, and left without squinting.

He simply took off his glasses, quickly wiped his eyes with the back of his hand, afraid that tears would fall down, and sucked his nose again, gently, as if afraid of being heard.

After a while, he put on his glasses again, sat upright, and his eyes stayed on the paper. After two seconds, he couldn't hold back and looked outside the classroom.

The boy was gone, the girl was gone, only the crowd of onlookers was gradually dispersing.

Was the girl taken by the teenager?

Where did they go?

Jian Jian's eyes were red, he was in a daze, and the fingertips holding the pen were slightly exhausted. There were people talking in a low voice around him, but he couldn't listen to anything.

In the afternoon, Jian Jian's gaze once again fell on the nearby place, which was empty. After Lin Heng left in the morning, he never came back.

For the next few days, it was still the same.

The boy seemed to be missing, he couldn't be seen, and his clear voice couldn't be heard.

I simply feel that I have been stuffed into the narrow and small turtle shell again, there is no sky, only boundless loneliness and darkness accompany me.

The little boy hugged his knees with his hands, huddled in the corner of the bed, sobbing, he knew that he was not qualified to say anything, it was his own fault.

That's fine, I have come here alone for so many years, I should have gotten used to it long ago, and I shouldn't be greedy for the warmth given by others.

However, simple thinking is wrong, if a person is in the abyss for a long time, it doesn't matter if he is lonely and dark for a long time, but once he comes into contact with the light and falls into the darkness again, it is not just a matter of heartache.

It’s time to go home once every two weeks, and I simply got on the bus, my body swayed with the carriage, and my thoughts gradually drifted away. Back to that time, the scene of being protected by the boy all the way home, it seemed that the boy was still lingering in his breath The clear breath conveyed a sense of security that made him feel comfortable, and he remembered that inadvertent "kiss".

Rao didn't dare to admit it, he simply understood what he wanted, he liked Lin Heng, so what about Lin Heng?

People around think that it is disgusting for boys to fall in love with boys, does Lin Heng think so too.

He was afraid to see the disgust in the boy's eyes like everyone else's.

It is better to be alienated than disgusted.

The driver suddenly slammed on the brakes, Jian Jian accidentally fell down in a daze, his hand brushed against the sharp corner of the car, and the pain spread instantly.

Biting his lip briefly, frowning slightly on his slender eyelashes, he quickly got up, staring at the bleeding hand in a daze.

Fortunately, we will get off at the station soon.

He covered his simple hands with a tissue, and he stayed on the platform for a moment, as if he was thinking about something, his delicate face was a little dazed.

After a while, he lowered his eyes and walked towards home.

Someone brushed past him, took a few more steps, and suddenly stopped.

At the same time, the people who passed by Jian Jian also paused.

The two turned around at the same time and looked at each other.

Jian Jian raised his eyes little by little, and landed on the man, with a slim and well-proportioned body, and a black and white school uniform.

Jian Jian's pupils suddenly dilated, and his fingertips trembled uncontrollably.

That person had a face that was exactly the same as his, but the difference was that he didn't wear glasses, his face was delicate and lovely, his cheeks were fair and rosy, and his brows and eyes had an air of assertiveness and confidence.

He saw Jian Jian, and his puzzled eyes suddenly changed, Jian Jian saw panic in his eyes.

He subconsciously backed away.

Two seconds later, he ran away, as if there was someone chasing him that made him extremely afraid.

Jian Jian didn't know why, but there was a voice in his heart urging him to catch up.

He chased after him, but the man disappeared in the blink of an eye, as if the man just now was just a hallucination, Jian Jian almost ran into someone else.

Jian Jian seemed to have forgotten the bleeding hand, his eyelashes trembled, and he frowned and thought about it. The scene just now appeared in front of him over and over again. He subconsciously clenched his lower lip, stretched out his hand, and covered his head. Excessive thinking made him My head hurts a bit.

Turning into the alley and passing a desolate house, he stopped in his tracks.

After watching for a while, he left.

When eating at night, simply tentatively ask your parents if you have a twin brother or brother.

Jian's father and Jian's mother had a natural attitude, and joked with a smile that they also hoped to have such a child who could be with Jian Jian, so that they would not be lonely.

At night, the lights in the room were turned off, and Jian simply curled up under the quilt, holding the night pearl in his hand.

The small beads emitted light enough to illuminate the whole room, Jian Jian didn't dare to take it out, and half stuffed it in the quilt, fearing that grandma would discover the light in the room.

Jian Jian rubbed the beads lightly with his fingertips, licked his crimson lips, and whispered softly: "Lin Heng, what on earth is going on here?"

"Why, there will be another me."

The last sentence dissipated in the silent night, revealing dazed, flustered and helpless.

On the morning of returning to school, the seat next to me was still empty, and so was my simple heart.

At noon, after a few mouthfuls of rice, I lost my appetite.

Suddenly a few classmates came in and were discussing something.

Jian Jian's expression remained unchanged, he put away the lunch box, and suddenly, his movements stopped.

He suddenly got up and walked in front of one of them, his voice trembling uncontrollably: "You just said Lin Heng, what happened to him?"

The man said "oh", "You said Lin Heng, he is dying. We just saw him in a car accident and was hit by a truck. The ambulance took him to the Central Hospital. But the scene was too tragic The blood kept coming out, and the whole person was run over by the truck, I didn’t dare to look at it. I reckoned that he probably wouldn’t survive.”

The man sighed sadly again: "The world is impermanent, and a good person just disappeared."

Jian Jian's head seemed to be blasted away. In an instant, his mind went blank, his fingers curled up, and he retreated. His heart seemed to be tightly grasped by a huge hand, almost crushing it.

His chest heaved, his breath was short of breath, and he denied it vigorously: "No, it's impossible, he won't die."

Originally, he didn't have a good rest in the past few days, and his pale face lost even more blood. He turned around and rushed outside the classroom without caring about anything.

Simple hates hospitals the most.

Not because of the pungent smell of disinfectant, but the sad faces and deaths that can be seen everywhere.

Simple is not afraid of death, but afraid of seeing death and contacting death.

Death represents despair and all darkness.

"Lin Heng died before he was sent to the hospital. His family members are on their way here. Since you are his classmate, go in and say goodbye."

The doctor left, leaving Simple alone.

Jian Jian leaned against the wall with half of his body weak. He didn't cry, probably because he felt that Lin Heng was not dead.

Yes, how could Lin Heng die?

He won't die, why should he say goodbye.

Simply turn around to leave.

In the next second, the footsteps were still uncontrollable and stopped.

He closed his eyes, for a long time, turned around with difficulty, his hand fell on the doorknob, his fingertips were white, he almost exhausted all his strength to open the door.

He tilted his head slowly, his eyes falling on the bed.

The object of entry is a white cloth, which seems to be covered with something.

Everything around him seemed to disappear, and his eyes only saw that piece of white.

Lift the lead-filled feet, approaching step by step, as if walking towards the edge of a cliff, every step is difficult and trembling

After an unknown amount of time, Jian Jian finally reached the bedside.

The surrounding area was extremely quiet, without any sound.

Jian Jian slowly stretched out his hand, his white fingertips trembling uncontrollably, and his fingertips touched the edge of the white cloth.

With a ruthless heart, he pulled it away violently, as if he had uncovered the deepest scar in his heart with his own hands.

With just one glance, she fell to the ground weakly.

It was him, it was really him.

Jian Jian's hands were helpless, and tears continued to flow from his fingers.

He crawled, almost kneeling by the bed, grabbed Lin Heng's hand under the white cloth, and touched his face,

"Lin Heng, how can you die, how can you."

"Are you blaming me for ignoring you?"

"I was wrong, I know I was wrong, can you wake up, I promise I will listen to you in the future."

"I didn't really ignore you, I was just scared."

The sadness in my heart came one after another, almost drowning Jian Jian.

Jian Jian buried her face in Lin Heng's hands, her shoulders trembled and sobbed, and she confided in a hoarse voice: "Do you know, I like you, I really like you, please don't leave me, please."

"You really like me?"

"Hmm." Jian Jian was immersed in sadness, completely unaware of a voice sounding beside him, and just answered with the answer in his heart.

"Then I won't leave, how about we stay together?"

"Okay." The muffled voice was a little soft, but determined.

On the white cloth, the little head is bit by bit, unable to stop the sadness and regret.

Suddenly, the little head froze and remained motionless.

"Why, you don't dare to look up at me?" Beside him was a characteristic clear voice.

The child's head was lowered, his drooping eyes were closed, and teardrops were still hanging on his eyelashes. He shook his head: "I can't raise my head, Lin Heng left after raising his head."

The child seemed to be hypnotizing himself, stubbornly thinking that the voice was a hallucination.

He was afraid that once he looked up, what he would see again was that paper-like pale face.

Suddenly there was a sigh from the top of his head, which was helpless and a bit pity.

The hand that was tightly held by Jian Jian was suddenly taken away, and the next second, Jian Jian's hair was caressed, that feeling was very familiar.

Simply bit her lower lip tightly.

The chin was suddenly pinched lightly, and Jian Jian was forced to raise his head.

In the hazy vision, there was a pair of eyes vaguely reflected, Jian Jian couldn't see the emotion inside clearly, his arms were pulled, and with force, the next second, Jian Jian sat in the arms of the man, his waist was gently hugged, the two foreheads offset.

"I'm not dead." Lin Heng sighed softly, revealing guilt, "I'm just afraid that you will ignore me."

Starting from simply avoiding him, the always confident teenager lost his composure in front of the child, becoming irritable, doubtful, and more panicked.

He was pitiful, like a lamb at a dead end, and apologized in a low voice: "I'm sorry, you haven't said the reason, I can only use such a stupid way. You, don't be angry with me."

The boy's eyelashes drooped, and he suppressed the sadness in his eyes. He carefully observed the child's emotions. He hugged the child with both hands, and said in a pleasant tone, "However, I didn't expect you to say that you like me."

The child froze suddenly, struggling to push Lin Heng away.

Lin Heng was pushed away violently by him, his body fell back out of control, hit the wall, took a deep breath, and frowned fiercely.

Simple at a loss: "I'm sorry, I, I didn't mean to."

Lin Heng squeezed out a smile, shook his head and said it was okay.

Simply not believing it, she stubbornly went to look at his back, and shed tears again when she saw a long wound on his back.

"What's going on? Didn't you say you lied to me?" Why is there such a deep wound.

He was so stubborn that he wanted to agree, Lin Heng was afraid that he would get angry again, so he told him the truth.

He did get into a car accident, a car accident where someone was trying to commit murder, and he escaped and got hurt.

Thinking of Jian Jian's recent changes again, he gritted his teeth and said that his illness was serious.

"Are you saying that your condition is serious? You are..." Jian Jian could hardly control his roar, but he was not the kind of quarrelsome person after all, and wept muffledly after a long while.

Jian Jian wanted to go to the doctor to see Lin Heng's wound, but Lin Heng refused to let him hold him tightly in his arms, afraid that he would leave like just now.

Lin Heng rested his chin on his simple shoulders, tilted his head slightly, and gently rubbed against the child's neck, showing dependence and nostalgia.

"Simple, I like you too." The words of confession blurted out.

Simple fingers couldn't help trembling and curling up, his slender eyelashes like butterfly wings blinked, subconsciously holding his breath and waiting,

"Since we are in love, let's be together."

Jian Jian's eyes brightened, then dimmed after a while, lowered his eyes, his throat was slightly choked, like a sigh, but also seemed to be stating the facts, and whispered: "But, I am not good enough for you."

Yes, he is not worthy, not in terms of appearance, character, and family background.

Lin Heng is the bright white moonlight in the sky, he is just a firefly that can only emit faint light among the grass on the ground, he is not worthy.

Lin Heng looked at him quietly for two seconds, then quickly took off his glasses, and when the child was in a daze, he lowered his head and kissed his soft lips.

The simple and round almond eyes were wide open, and he was stunned, and his body gradually softened under Lin Heng's kiss.

After a long time, Lin Heng let go of him, and gently brushed the child's plump and moist lips with his fingertips.

Lin Heng was very angry, and said helplessly: "You, you just think too much, you just care too much about other people's thoughts."

He rubbed the child's hair who was still in a daze: "You have to remember, we live our lives, it has nothing to do with others, don't care about their eyes. If you really care, I will solve everything for you. Also, There has never been a so-called worthy or not in this world, only willing or not.”

"Xiao Dan, you are a kind and lovely boy, although you cry a little, but I like it, so, would you like to be with me?"

The young man looked at him with loving eyes, calm and sincere, every word, every sentence seemed to be swearing with his own life.

His tone was so pious and determined, hitting the simple heart again and again, it was impossible not to believe it.

The simple hands are wrapped by a pair of big palms, and the scalding temperature is transmitted, and the heat will be contagious, and the cold heart will also be warmed up, as if wrapped in a circle of warm current.

"it is good."

Jian Jian exhausted all the courage for the rest of his life to say this word.

With a wound on his back, Lin Heng spent a week in the hospital before being discharged.

When he returned to school again, he saw Lin Yuan.

After Lin Yuan came back to class, Lin Heng took the simple seat at the same table. He didn't say much, and moved to the other side of the classroom to sit, and the dormitory also moved.

For Lin Heng and Jian Jian's return, he seemed to have no reaction, as if he had never met these two people before.

After a period of time, he was extremely quiet and peaceful.

The monitor of Class 1 of the third grade was replaced, and the original monitor dropped out. As for the reason, Lin Heng did not intend to tell Jian Jian that if he did something wrong, he had to be prepared to bear his anger.

The simple thing is that it was the first time I saw Lin Yuan since that incident happened, and my first reaction was to shrink back uncontrollably.

"Don't be afraid, I won't let him hurt you." Lin Heng comforted him softly.

Lin Heng is the source of Jian Jian's sense of security, Jian Jian trusts him, as long as he is around, he can feel at ease, but he always feels that Lin Yuan seems weird.

Apart from being quiet and not talking, there was a gloomy aura about him, and occasionally he looked up with a gloomy look, which made one's scalp tingle at a glance.

Jian Jian didn't want to touch him, so he grabbed Lin Heng beside him.

Since the two confessed their feelings to each other, the simple life is like honey, sweet and sweet, everything is so beautiful.

It's just that Jian simply found out about this guy's unknown side.

It should be clear and bright, but also detached from the troubled times, but secretly he played a hooligan again.

For example, in class, he looked serious and was listening to the class, but he was under the desk, holding Jian Jian’s fingers and kneading them carefully, loving it. Involuntary redness.

When eating, Lin Heng always knew his taste, and he ordered all the dishes he liked. Jian Jian was moved, but sometimes he wanted to feed him a few mouthfuls while eating, which made Jian Jian dumbfounded.

For another example, at night, he would sneakily pull him from the library to the grove, kiss him and hug him, gnash his teeth every time, but because of his weak strength, he could only be bullied obediently, staring at him with moist eyes .

For another example, when he was on the bus, he always took advantage of the crowds and was very close to him, and when he saw Jian Jian crashing into his arms with the shaking of the carriage, he smiled softly and asked Jian Jian jokingly: Yes Sorry for trying to take advantage of him.

She was so angry that she simply stomped on his foot, but the next time she had to crash into his arms, her ears turned red when she felt the steady heartbeat and clear breath coming from his chest.