Nonsense, in Wei Qing's eyes, the game he worked so hard for so long turned out to be just a nonsense.
"Chuyang?"
A deep voice suddenly sounded from behind, Yan Chuyang clenched his fist and wanted to look back, but his whole body seemed to be exhausted, and he couldn't bring himself to look back at all.
"What's the matter with you?" Sensing the slight sway of the other party's figure, Song Huaiqi hurriedly ran to the boy's side, looking at his translucent white face.
Yan Chuyang seemed to come back to his senses suddenly, his eyelashes trembled, and he looked up at the person in front of him: "Senior?"
"Well, it's me." Song Huaiqi grabbed his wrist, took off the cell phone that the boy was holding tightly, and said, "What's wrong? Is the game not going well?"
"No." Yan Chuyang shook his head, and breathed out weakly, "Everything is going well, I'm fine."
But just after saying this, the boy's knees gave way and he squatted on the ground.
"What's going on?" Song Huaiqi anxiously grabbed the boy by the shoulders to help him up, "Are you feeling unwell? I'll take you to the hospital."
"Senior, I'm fine." Yan Chuyang shook off the man's arm, buried his face in his knees and mumbled, "Don't worry about me, I'm just a little tired from the competition, and I want to relax."
Song Huaiqi loosened his shoulders slightly and squatted down.
The whole body of the boy curled up, his face was buried tightly in his arms, and his slender shoulder blades made him look pitiful and helpless, like a child abandoned by his parents.
Song Huaiqi suppressed the urge to hold him in his arms, and said in a hoarse voice: "You can't tell me, what happened?"
Yan Chuyang remained silent.
The contestants have all gone.
Nuo Da's competition venue was empty, only the two of them, and it was eerily quiet.
Song Huaiqi sighed, raised his hand and rubbed the boy's soft hair, and said softly: "If it's just because of the competition, it would be too stupid. In my heart, whether you lose or advance, you are the best."
"Don't you think this is a bad thing?" The boy suddenly raised his head to interrupt him, and asked with red eyes.
Song Huaiqi's heart tightened, and he was taken aback by the look in the boy's eyes: "What nonsense are you talking about? How could your game be a mess?"
After two seconds of silence, the boy blinked his eyes, sighed after a moment of silence, shook his head and said, "I'm sorry, I lost my mind just now, I'm talking nonsense."
After finishing speaking, Yan Chuyang supported the floor with his hands and stood up from the ground.
Song Huaiqi hurried to his side, supported his shoulder and said, "You really don't need to go to the hospital? Your face is very pale."
"No need." The boy smiled and said, "It's because the game went so smoothly, I'm so excited."
Song Huaiqi's heart sank, Yan Chuyang obviously had something on his mind, but in front of him, no matter how uncomfortable he was, he still refused to reveal it.
Is the distance between them really so far away
"Senior." Yan Chuyang exhaled, cheered up, and said with a smile, "Let me treat you to dinner. I always said I would treat you to dinner, but I was too busy with the competition to delay it. Today's competition has ended successfully. I invite you to eat." You have a big meal."
The man hid the disappointment in his eyes, raised the corners of his lips and smiled and said, "Did the game go well?"
"Yes!" Yan Chuyang nodded heavily, and said confidently, "I am confident that I can enter the top three in the final."
"Yes." Song Huaiqi raised his voice and his eyes were filled with interest, "In this way, we can go to Japan together."
Yan Chuyang hummed: "Although I feel a little proud to say this, I still feel that I can book a ticket now."
Song Huaiqi smiled, rubbed the top of the boy's soft head, and said softly, "I'm so happy for you."
Yan Chuyang's expression froze, and he avoided the man's hand with a slight embarrassment. He was a little uncomfortable that people other than Wei Qing were so close to him.
"Senior." The boy changed the subject, "It's getting late, let's go first."
Song Huaiqi nodded, and the two walked out of the field side by side.
Outside the arena is a path with two rows of sycamore trees. The sun is very hot in June, and the shadows of two people side by side are stretched obliquely.
A figure flashed from behind the building.
Wei Qing stood in the corner, staring at the backs of them walking side by side, the light in his eyes was alienated and indifferent.
Because he has been standing here since the beginning of the competition, the man's forehead has been covered with a thin layer of sweat, and the back of his neck is flushed from the sun.
Wei Qing didn't know what he was thinking, anyway, he just stood there until the stadium door closed.
As the evening approached, the security guards ran over and said they needed to clean up, and asked him to leave immediately. Wei Qing seemed to have regained his senses, turned around and walked towards the garage. After walking two steps, he stopped and took out his mobile phone. string of numbers.
"Hello? Mr. Yuan?... Well, yes, I'm Wei Qing."
"...Well, I want to trouble you with something..."
"Yes, I heard about the Songcheng Manga Contest. You were in charge of it. I want to ask..."
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After eating with Song Huaiqi, it was already four o'clock in the afternoon.
Because there was no class at night, Yan Chuyang didn't go back to school, so he took a taxi and went home.
When he got home, Wei Qing was still off work.
Originally, he thought that he would feel better after eating a meal, but the moment he stepped into the house, Yan Chuyang knew he was wrong.
As soon as he saw the sofa, the hurtful words Wei Qing said to him on the phone in the morning immediately flashed in his mind.
Mr. Yan, we have nothing to do with each other.
We are just working together, not even friends.
Don't be so self-righteous, I'm busy, why should I care about your crap
ah! ! !
Covering his ears in frustration, the boy slammed down on the sofa, and wrapped his head in a blanket.
It seems that by burying your face, you can avoid those words that hurt people like sharp arrows.
But memory is cruel, the more you want to get rid of it, the more he will come out and pierce your heart from time to time.