i see your calling

In fact, the dusk is nothing more than that, thousands of dusks are roughly the same, but this day's dusk is extraordinarily bright red, the color of overripe cherries, and the color of blood, reflected in Shen Pingge's pupils.

Lian Yan felt a little funny.

Shen Pingge was saying sorry to him.

why?In the final analysis, it was Lian Yan who was tempted first, had unreasonable thoughts first, and let the relationship deteriorate and break up first, Shen Pingge did nothing.

It's all his fault, he should say sorry.

Even—even if he said it’s okay, can everything really be okay?

They all know the answer.

Lian Yan returned to her bedroom, just sitting in front of the table in a daze, the warm yellow light was shining gently, and the books were neatly arranged, Lian Yan remembered something, and took out the unseen stack from the back of the bookshelf Light note.

What no one needs is garbage.

He thought those notes were trash, and it turned out he was trash.

Lian Yan tore one by one, tearing slowly and shredded, the words were separated, but the feelings running through it were stubbornly disconnected, no matter what, they couldn't stop pulling.

37 in total.

It takes 10 minutes to write one.

It takes 37 minutes to tear off 10 sheets.

Look, it's actually cheap, and time is cheap.

Those shredded papers were thrown into the trash can, but a lot of them floated out and fell to the side——when this person is not going well, everything is not going well. Tears were about to make a comeback, Lian Yan took a deep breath.

Can't cry.

No, can, cry.

Why are you crying?

Don't babble, it's because he doesn't like himself, he can't kill anyone.

Lian Yan's methods and methods of comforting herself were too clumsy, so she could only force herself to divert her attention, pick up the paper bit by bit, throw it in, and repeat these actions mechanically.

"Den."

Lian Yan was stunned for a moment, then turned around, suspecting that she had heard wrong.

The knock on the door rang a second time, and Lian Yan stood up abruptly and stood where she was.

"Lian Yan?"

Shen Pingge's voice came in through the door.

Lian Yan couldn't tell what it was like, but it hurt so badly that she felt uncomfortable hearing Shen Pingge's voice. It was the third knock on the door before he took a deep breath, walked over, and opened the door.

Shen Pingge stood outside the door, holding his schoolbag in his hand.

"You forgot your schoolbag in the living room," Shen Pingge said, "I brought it up for you."

Even Yan didn't know what he was looking forward to.

He was looking forward to it again and again, so stupid, Lian Yan lowered her head, took the schoolbag, nodded indiscriminately, and was about to close the door, but Shen Pingge blocked the door.

Lian Yan looked up at him.

"The second year of high school just issued a notice today, saying that it will start evening self-study tomorrow," Shen Pingge said softly, "I can't come back directly after school, I have to study there until 08:30."

He paused before continuing: "So I can't go home from school with you tomorrow."

Lian Yan clenched her hands tightly, nodded, her lips turned white.

"I didn't mean to hide from you," Shen Pingge pressed his hand on the doorknob and looked at Lian Yan, "I wanted to tell you this afternoon, but I didn't have time."

Lian Yan thought, what he didn't need to explain was the fact, everything that happened today was true.

Even his lies became transparent.

"That's all, that's all." Shen Pingge's hand left the doorknob, and Lian Yan saw the little leaf on the inside of his right wrist.

No one spoke first, but no one left.

After a while, Shen Pingge said suddenly, "There are more."

Lian Yan looked at him.

"Don't cry."

Shen Pingge's voice was not loud, and his voice seemed to be drowned in the rays of the sun. Lian Yan didn't want to cry in front of him at first, but as soon as Shen Pingge's words came out, he couldn't help it suddenly, and the tears couldn't stop. He rushed out in a fit of spirit, and raised his arms to cover his eyes in embarrassment, as if he had suffered a great grievance.

What Shen Pingge wanted to say, Lian Yan didn't want to hear it anymore, closed the door extremely impolitely, went to get the paper again, tears fell on the ground, under the setting sun, it looked like a red moon that was shattered all over the place.

He couldn't stop liking Shen Pingge.

Everything about him seems to bear traces of Shen Pingge, the bear on the bed was sent by him, the schoolbag on the side was also sent by Shen Pingge, and the place where he stood was also Shen Pingge's home.

Lian Yan thought, he was going crazy.

He likes Shen Pingge so much.

If only Shen Pingge liked him too.

Dream it.

After a while, he heard footsteps, far away from the door, and Shen Pingge left.

Lian Yan couldn't do anything in her heart, and she was confused when she wrote homework. She either made a typo or misunderstood the questions, and the homework book was a mess, but she stopped crying, which is a gratifying thing to congratulate .

He went to the bathroom like a thief, poked his head out to see if Shen Pingge was there, then rushed to the bathroom, locked the door, and looked in the mirror.

The person in the mirror is... so ugly.

Lian Yan thought.

The eye sockets were red, the hair was matted, and the tears on her face were dry, looking messy, Lian Yan washed her face, straightened her hair, and secretly compared her fists to the mirror.

it will be pass away!

This move was so stupid that Lian Yan made herself laugh, and after a few seconds of laughing, the smile faded again.

Not interesting.

In the evening when Shen Yiming came back, Lian Yan stayed in his bedroom doing homework until Shen Yiming came to knock on the door, he almost formed a conditioned reflex to the knocking, subconsciously felt a thump in his heart, and then opened the door.

"Whether you've been doing your homework in the room?" Shen Yiming put on an apron funnyly, still holding a wooden spoon in his hand, "It's time to eat."

Lian Yan nodded, Shen Yiming went downstairs, and he followed slowly.

It was strange, at the end of the spiral staircase on the second floor, he saw Shen Pingge sitting at the dining table at first sight.

He lowered his eyes and lowered his head, not knowing what he was doing. Shen Pingge's eyes were beautiful. When he lowered his eyes, the light fell, and shadows were drawn at the end of his eyes, which was unique to young people at this age.

"I came back late today, so I just brought some food from a restaurant outside." Shen Yiming sat down and smiled at Lianyan, "but the food at that restaurant is mainly Huaiyang cuisine, which is not spicy, so I fried another spicy one for Xiao. Yan, Xiaoyan, how are you doing, would you like to thank uncle?"

Lian Yan didn't look at Shen Pingge, all her eyes were on Shen Yiming, she smiled at Shen Yiming, compared her thumbs, and bent her thumbs twice.

-Thanks.

At the dinner table before, Shen Yiming and Shen Pingge talked a lot, but tonight Shen Pingge said very little. Shen Yiming ate a few chopsticks, "Why don't you two look very happy today? Xiaoyan is in a good mood It's not high, and there are few Pingge words."

Lian Yan was a little flustered, she glanced at Shen Pingge, Shen Pingge happened to be looking at him too, Lian Yan looked away again, and lowered her head to eat.

"I have physical education class today, and I ran a few laps," Shen Pingge said, "I'm too tired, I don't want to talk."

"I'm not physically fit," Shen Yiming said casually, "I need to exercise more, or I won't be in good health when I come back. You see, I sit in the office every day, and I don't even have a chance to go for a run."

"Okay," Shen Pingge laughed, "Listen to you."

Although Shen Pingge didn't show anything superficially, he could see some in the details. Occasionally, the chopsticks of the two would touch together when picking up dishes. In the past, Shen Pingge wouldn't mind it, but now he would take it away and go to Take another dish.

He minds that Lian Yan likes him.

Lian Yan didn't say anything, but felt very uncomfortable.

It wasn't supposed to be like this.

He screwed everything up.

His liking messes everything up.

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