i see your calling

In front of Shen Pingge, Lian Yan endured the dizziness and nausea caused by hypoglycemia, and slowly ate the matcha pastry. He was not used to Shen Pingge's eyes on him, so he ate a little faster But he choked, his throat hurt, he coughed, and tears came out, his face flushed red until Shen Pingge handed him water.

"Eat slowly," Shen Pingge patted him on the back, his voice was very soft, "Is it better?"

He obviously scolded him just now, but now he spoke to him in a warm voice. Lian Yan drank a few sips of water, and the warm mist reached his eyes. He shook his head, but he didn't even lift his eyes.

Shen Pingge was sitting on the edge of the bed watching him eat just now, but seeing him choking, he stopped sitting there.When Lian Yan took the last bite, she saw Shen Pingge's back from the corner of her eye. He was standing by the window in the dark night, wearing a white top, like a moon, white and clean.

There were matcha powder in the finished paper bag - Shen Pingge bought it for him, Lian Yan wanted to keep this bag, but felt that his behavior was dirty, so he had to throw the bag into the trash can.

The bag was thrown into the trash can, making a slight sound, which reminded him of something suddenly, Lian Yan looked at her body, and then at Shen Pingge, her face flushed.

... He took a shower in the bathroom, Shen Pingge took him out, wiped him clean, and changed his clothes?

Lian Yan's heart was beating violently, her face was burning so badly, she almost forgot the innate ability of breathing, every breath seemed irregular, he couldn't help but take another look at Shen Pingge.

Shen Pingge... don't you mind?

Before the self-proclaimed sentimental seedling grew, Lian Yan strangled it to death in Wenrouxiang.

So what if he doesn't mind, can he let himself be wet and wrapped in a dry quilt?

If you don't like it, you don't like it, no matter what, Shen Pingge will not have lust because of him, so what if he is naked, no matter what he looks like, as long as he is Lian Yan, Shen Pingge will still not like it.

Tossing until almost 10:30, Lian Yan was sitting on the bed reading a book, and the competition was going to be tomorrow, and the composition competition was not an exam. He could rely on the exam materials to hold his feet temporarily, but he didn't know what could distract him, so he just stared at The printed characters one by one seemed to burn holes.

He heard footsteps, Shen Pingge came over, pressed his shoulder, Lian Yan looked at him in a daze, not knowing what he was going to do, Shen Pingge got closer, his fingertips penetrated into the hair, and touched Touching his head, Lian Yan was stiff all over, not daring to move, until Shen Pingge lightly pressed down, Lian Yan took a painful breath.

"It's swollen here," Shen Pingge's voice sounded above his head, "Sleep on your side when you sleep, don't press down."

It was probably when he fell down in the bathroom. Lian Yan felt it belatedly. Sometimes it was like this. When I didn’t know it, I thought it was nothing. coming.

Lian Yan responded vaguely, and subconsciously stretched out her hand to touch the place, but she touched Shen Pingge's hand. Just after touching, Shen Pingge hadn't moved yet, but Lian Yan wanted to withdraw her hand suddenly, like Shen Pingge's hand. His hand is a flame, a lost electricity, as if he was afraid of getting burned.

Before he retracted his hand, Shen Pingge suddenly grabbed his wrist and turned it over, revealing indistinct black marks.

Three small leaves.

When I sent him a message on the mobile phone last night, even Yan was not so embarrassed, and his mind went blank.

Bastardly imitating him, he stole his love from eyes, from hugs, and now even tattoos, shamelessly painted on his wrists, trying to imitate ancient spells of spells, Two people with the same trace are attracted together, but they are not attracted together, but the magnetic field repels them, and they clash.

Lian Yan withdrew her hand, looking stubbornly at Shen Pingge as if she didn't know who she was declaring war on.

He was obviously terrified, his eye sockets were still red and his lips were pale, but he still refused to show his weakness, and wanted Shen Pingge to know that he liked him intimately.

Shen Pingge also looked at him, Lian Yan refused to open his eyes first, and those beautiful eyes kept staring at him, but in the end it was he who lost, Lian Yan stopped opening his eyes first, took a deep breath, and raised his right hand , pointing to the temple, lowered his head slightly, put his hand on his chest again, raised his little finger to his chin.

-sorry.

"Go wash it off," Shen Pingge said, "Huh?"

Lian Yan clenched her hands tightly and slowly shook her head.

"Keep it unclean, it will get dirty," Shen Pingge said again, "It's not because of anything else, be obedient."

Shen Pingge knew what he was thinking, knew when he would be embarrassed, ashamed, and sad, but that was all he could do. Lian Yan's clenched hands hurt, and he couldn't help but listen to Shen Pingge's words. After a while, I got out of bed and went to wash off the three leaves.

The sky outside was orange, and it was dark, indicating the weather. The lights were turned off early, and when Shen Pingge went to turn off the lights, he told him.

"Good night."

"Come on tomorrow."

Before Lian Yan could reply, the lights went out, and the words fell into her stomach.

He listened to what Shen Pingge said, he really listened to it, maybe because of hypoglycemia and fatigue, he fell asleep very quickly, Shen Pingge said "good night", and he fell asleep, the only time he slept well in the past few days .

The next day, before dawn, Lian Yan woke up and felt less uncomfortable. He actually slept on his side all the time and didn't turn to the other side. It's gratifying, but the place where he touched his head still hurt a little.

Shen Pingge also woke up early, they went down to eat together as if nothing had happened, nothing was lost except silence.

The competition was divided between the junior high school group and the high school group. Lian Yan was still instinctively afraid of unfamiliarity, but she also restrained herself from asking Shen Pingge for help, and followed the staff to walk in. Lian Yan didn't look back until she was about to enter the entrance. squinted.

The high school group has left and there is nothing there.

Shen Pingge left.

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The venues and rules of the national competition are similar to those in the city, and the composition is still on-site, but the number of people is smaller. Lian Yan looked at the manuscript paper on the desktop and was in a daze out of time.

"This composition competition is to implement..."

"Promote respect for copyright and oppose plagiarism..."

"Now distribute the test questions."

The test questions were sent one by one to Lian Yan, and Lian Yan took it as if waking up from a dream, and saw the words on it.

"Please choose two or three words from the three words 'If', 'Road', and 'Echo', and write a composition of no less than 800 words. It requires real feelings, individual characteristics, and neat writing. , the number of words should not be less than 800 (the number of words in prose poems and poems is optional), and the time should be 90 minutes."

Lian Yan clenched the pen tightly, and then felt a little nervous. Once the nervousness came out, it grew violently, and cold sweat broke out in the palms of her hands.

What about Shen Pingge?

He also handed out test papers.

What is his test question?

Will he make a mistake?

Lian Yan went to look at her topic again, someone had already started writing, the venue was very quiet, the sound of the pen tip scratching the paper was infinitely amplified, but Shen Pingge was still in his mind, the more he didn't want to think about him , Shen Pingge occupied him more and more.

Untimely appearance, untimely encroachment.

Lian Yan put down the pen, looked at the grid of the manuscript paper, and finally gave up and completely drove Shen Pingge out. He is the composition of his world, and he can't be taken away or separated, so it's better to just be like this.But it was also miraculous, Shen Pingge was not by his side, but he still felt at ease, and those unnecessary tensions also dissolved, turning into a white mist of the air conditioner, floating around.

No.203 minutes into the game, Lian Yancai finally picked up the pen and wrote the first word.

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