Sleeping together is a good idea.
When Xie Lan came over with the pillow, he thought the embarrassment of the fall had passed, but he didn't expect that he would soon fall into a new embarrassment.
In addition, last night at Chen Ge's house, he and Dou Sheng also slept in the same bed. But they were too similar. At that time, they wore their usual clothes and pants, each with a quilt, and they did not interfere with each other.
But now, there was only one quilt in Dou Sheng's room, and the two of them were covered in the same quilt, sharing not only the temperature, but also the sound of his skin rubbing against the quilt whenever Dou Sheng moved. The mattress was shaking, and he could almost imagine Dou Sheng's posture under the quilt—two long legs slightly bent, one hand casually placed on the side of his waist, and the other hand under his head, maybe he was sleeping with his eyes closed, or he was definitely staring at the back of his head.
When it was Xie Lan's turn to go out because his legs were numb, he was in a dilemma of whether to go up or down.
"Cough." Dou Sheng coughed twice under his breath on his back, "You came here to sleep with me, but why are you hugging the pillow instead of the quilt?"
Xie Lan immediately said, "How would I know you have two pillows?"
Dou Sheng paused, "Here's a little-known fact: our beds are the same."
"… oh."
Xie Lan's quilt was suddenly lifted, and Dou Sheng stood up.
"It was a bit hot, so I fell asleep." He said, "I decided to follow your instructions and edit the video."
Xie Lan felt relieved, "Then I'll go with you."
"It's useless." Dou Sheng waved his hand, "You go to sleep, I'll go out."
It was already getting light outside, and Dou Sheng went to rinse his hair. Then, with his hair smelling minty, he sat in front of the computer, using an external touch panel instead of a mouse, and began to skillfully edit the video.
Xie Lan actually didn't seem to be very sleepy. He lay on the bed, looking at the huge curved screen in front of Dou Sheng.
The timeline slid forward, with vivid expressions interspersed quickly frame by frame. Sometimes it would just happen that Dou Sheng had a ferocious expression, and he would laugh softly in a breathy voice.
In fact, just looking at him and his works, it is hard to imagine what he has been through.
Xie Lan was lying on the bed looking at the back of Dou Sheng's head, and suddenly remembered what Dou Sheng said at Che Ziming's grandmother's house, that everyone encounters their own light. So, was it his light that pulled him out of that dark past and got him back on the right track
When it was almost dawn, Dou Sheng's video cut to the end. He stretched out in the chair, and the backrest fell forward with his movement. He used the neck pillow to stretch his neck forward.
Xie Lan was a little dazed, and vaguely felt that Dou Sheng was like a lazy and elegant cat.
Dou Sheng didn't know when his half of the quilt had been held in his arms. He seemed to have become the master of the bed. He hugged the corner of the quilt and muttered sleepily, "You should add that Easter egg. You recorded it and I edited it."
"Hmm? You haven't slept yet." Dou Sheng turned his chair around. "In fact, in order to compete with others, from the perspective of video output quality alone, it is indeed better to have a reversal drama, but this really depends on your willingness, don't force it."
Xie Lan was too sleepy to do it. "More. Just add if I ask you to."
Dou Sheng smiled and snapped his fingers, "Yes, sir."
He turned his chair back and began to edit the material on his iPad. Xie Lan looked at his back and suddenly said, "I'll let you add this material in exchange for a secret."
Dou Sheng paused his finger on the touchpad and turned back, "What secret?"
Xie Lan pondered for a while, then asked in a low voice, "The light you mentioned before, is the person you like the same person?"
The room was quiet for a while.
Dou Sheng didn't answer immediately. Xie Lan thought he had hit on something he was willing to say, and was about to change his words when Dou Sheng whispered, "Yes."
yes.
Although he had this premonition, Xie Lan still felt a little complicated when he got the answer.
Dou Sheng had already dragged the Easter egg to the original video sequence. While the software was loading, he fiddled with a small round mirror on the table. It was the size of a palm and had a small base. Dou Sheng fiddled with the base with his slender fingers and put it down after a while.
Xie Lan raised his eyes and saw himself in the mirror, and then he saw Dou Sheng in the mirror.
They looked at each other in the mirror for a few seconds. Dou Sheng raised the corners of his lips and smiled, then pushed the mirror aside and continued to operate the video.
This time, the small round mirror was facing Xie Lan, and Xie Lan's hair in the mirror was a little curled.
Dou Sheng still said in his usual nonchalant tone, "Next time you do me a favor, I can tell you who that person is."
"Okay." Xie Lan said subconsciously.
But he was distracted by himself in the mirror and said, "Forget it, I don't really want to know."
The weekend was a mess. When Xiao Ma came to pick people up to go back to school, Xie Lan realized that Dou Sheng's ankle sprain was not that simple.
There was nothing unusual when he sprained his ankle, but after they slept for a whole day, Dou Sheng's foot was swollen when he woke up in the afternoon. From the ankle bone to the upper part of the ankle, it was red and swollen, and the skin at the swollen part was a little hot when touched.
Xiao Ma sprayed medicine on Dou Sheng and looked at Dou Sheng jumping around the room on one leg with a worried look on his face.
"Why don't you take a day off today, and ask Lanlan for one as well. We'll go with you to the hospital to take an X-ray."
Dou Sheng waved his hand and said, "Use it. I know more about this kind of injury than you do. It's just that it was sprained badly and I didn't apply medicine in time. It got worse after a week of rest."
Xie Lan felt dizzy just watching him dragging his red and swollen feet around the room. "Let's go to the hospital and ask the doctor what he says."
"My husband said the same thing as I did." Dou Sheng finally jumped to the refrigerator, opened his empty schoolbag to the utmost, and said as he stuffed food into it, "I was always injured when I was a kid, so I have experience, don't worry."
Xiao Ma asked again, "Then I'll get you a walking stick?"
“It’s useful.” Dou Sheng jumped towards Xie Lan on one leg, raised his arm, and skillfully found Xie Lan’s shoulder.
Dou Sheng smiled and said, "I believe that Xie Lan is in charge of the disabled children."
Xie Lan: “…”
From the west gate of the school to the academic building, Dou Sheng hung on his arm all the way, like an inseparable pet. With his right hand on his left shoulder, he limped slowly, and attracted a lot of attention.
It was more difficult to go up the stairs. Not only did he have to hold his shoulder, but he also had to hold his hand. Xie Lan would go up one step, turn around and hold his hand, then lead him up, then go up another step, and repeat this cycle over and over again.
It took more than twenty minutes to walk from the campus to the classroom. By the time he got there, everyone in the grade knew that he was the most severely disabled person in the school, and he was barely maintaining his Homo sapiens form thanks to his classmate who had returned from overseas.
But there was nothing Xie Lan could say, because he could feel that Dou Sheng was really in pain, especially when he was going up the stairs.
Sometimes when he held Dou Sheng's hand, he could feel that hand trembling slightly. When he stood one step above Dou Sheng, he could occasionally see his trembling eyelashes.
"How could I have sprained my ankle like this yesterday?" Xie Lan sat back in his seat, trying not to worry.
Che Ziming turned around and asked in surprise: "What happened? Did you have a fight with someone?"
Dou Sheng looked at him, then glanced away quietly.
Xie Lan's scalp tingled. "Well, although this person deserves to die, it is not reasonable for me to abandon him."
"Puff—" Dai You, who had just come over, poured coffee all over Che Ziming's head. In front of Che Ming's shocked gaze, he hurriedly pulled out a tissue to wipe his head and said, "You deserve to die. What a cruel word."
Dou Sheng smiled and said, "It should be said that he died a worthy death."
"What on earth are you two doing?" Che Ziming took a long time to react, then stared at Xie Lan in amazement, "Did you do that?"
He immediately rolled up his Chinese textbook and put it on his ear, "Young man, you are so cruel! How did Douzi offend you? I would like to hear the details."
Xie Lan's face was numb, "It's too embarrassing to look back."
"That's right." Dou Sheng smiled and tapped on the back of Xie Lan's hand like he was playing the piano. "This idiom is used correctly."
Xie Lan didn't smile when he heard that. He just glanced at him, then looked back and "carelessly" glanced at the back of his hand.
He didn't know whether it was an illusion or not. After the fall last night, he began to mind the physical contact between him and Dou Sheng more and more. So much so that when Dou Sheng was hanging on his neck, although he was willing to be a human crutch, he tried to live in peace with his desire to escape every minute and every second.
Well, it's quite painful.
During the break, Dou Sheng patted Xie Lan's desk and said, "Go to the bathroom. Come with me."
Xie Lan put down his pen with a numb face, "Didn't you just go there during the break last class?"
Dou Sheng sighed, "I drank too much water."
Che Ziming was standing in front, shaking his head and saying, "If a child urinates frequently and urgently and urinates all over the place, he is probably useless!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Dou Sheng stretched out his beautiful claws and grabbed his hat. He immediately said, "I said I am a fool. I always get up at night to urinate. There is poison in my body!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the person lying on the ground moved to the side with a look of disgust.
One thing at a time, Xie Lan still has to take Dou Sheng to the toilet.
In addition, every time Dou Sheng called him to go to the toilet, it didn't matter what Xie Lan really did. He seemed to just need to do his job as a crutch, escorting his master to the toilet door. The owner who wanted to save face usually let the crutch wait at the door, and then limped in with the help of the wall. When he came out, he would ask the crutch to take him back. This went on and on, and he was very happy.
He also knew that Dou Sheng didn't deliberately make things difficult for him. For example, when he went to the toilet, Dou Sheng usually went to him three or four times a day, which was a very reasonable frequency. Rather than saying that he was Dou Sheng's human crutch, it was more like Dou Sheng forced himself to become his permanent pet.
—The specific expression can be summed up in one word: follow. Wherever he went, Dou Sheng would follow him tenaciously. Before the injury, the arm seemed to have grown on his shoulder. After a few days when his feet could move a little, Dou Sheng would hold onto his arm wherever he went, with a sad expression as if a certain station was going to close tomorrow.
Dou Sheng said, "I followed you not because I wanted to follow you, but because you were there when I wanted to go to the bathroom."
, is this human language
There were three PE classes a week, and this week's PE class was a little strange. Dou Sheng had an injured foot, so Xie Lan sat with him on the cement slope in front of the cafeteria to watch the game, or took a slow walk around. After walking more, he noticed that a girl would bump into him from time to time, glance at Dou Sheng next to him, and then leave. At first, he didn't care, but after so many times, he forced himself to get familiar with her.
Until the last physical education class on Friday, he accompanied Dou Sheng for a slow walk around the cafeteria to exercise his legs and feet. He ran into the girl six times in three laps.
Xie Lan was a little overwhelmed. When the girl appeared for the seventh time, he did not turn around and walk away, but stood there steadily.
The girl didn't pretend to leave casually anymore and walked straight towards him.
Judging from the way she was dressed, she should be from Class 12, who took the same physical education class with her. She had her hair tied in a high ponytail, was fair-skinned, and had very obvious permed wheat ears in her hair, making her hair look very thick. She had a small oval face.
She smiled at Dou Sheng as she came up, "God of Study, I have been observing you two for several days."
Dou Sheng lazily raised his eyelids, "Hmm?"
The girl said, "It's been a week, and I haven't seen you two separate. Can you please walk around by yourself for a few laps, so that Xie Lan can have two laps of personal space? I have something to say to him."
Xie Lan's back suddenly stiffened.
This scene was too obvious, and it was a scene that he avoided both in the UK and at home.
He subconsciously glanced at the girl's pocket, and sure enough, there was a shallow rectangular mark in the pocket, like something like a card.
Xie Lan tugged at Dou Sheng's shirt from underneath, expressionless.
Dou Sheng smiled brightly, "Okay."
The girl immediately asked, "Why?"
Dou Sheng didn't say a word, but raised his arm skillfully. Xie Lan caught it out of the corner of his eye and reflexively moved his shoulder towards him.
When he realized his conditioned reflex, he was stunned.
The weather was very good. Dou Sheng stood under the sycamore tree-lined avenue and said to the girl with a smile, "You are so embarrassed. He already has a girlfriend. That person sent me to help keep an eye on her. If he wants others to set their sights on Xie Lan, then I have to play my role well."