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He slept with his head covered, but did not sleep deeply, and woke up with puffy eye bags.
Liao Nanqing rummaged through the drawers at home. After more than ten minutes of hard work, he finally found a bottle of eye drops, but unfortunately it had expired. He threw the eye drops into the trash can and tucked his knees weakly and squatted on the ground.
Subconsciously, he touched his pocket with his right hand, and suddenly remembered that he had rummaged through his schoolbag before going to bed, but couldn't find his old mobile phone. It should have landed at Xu Yanyan's house during the day.
Liao Nanqing buried his head angrily, his bare feet pressed against the ground, his body and mind were cold, he pursed his lips and couldn't help remembering the past when he was bullied. Once you are away, you don't want to experience it again. He began to regret that he should not go to Xu Yanyan's birthday.
People like him should hide, avoid contact with all external things, and spend his senior year in high school like an ostrich.
Then go to City B and get out of here completely.
With the help of Subei Mo, he transferred to No. 3 High School, which carries his expectations as well as Subei Mo's expectations.
Here, he makes friends normally and enjoys the normal life that a student should have. Gradually, he began to forget. But the reality will not forget that when Liao Nanqing was complacent, he suddenly gave a hammer and shattered this sweet dream.
The eyes are slightly stinging, the fear spreads silently, the more helpless, the more instinctively he thinks of the light he cherishes most.
- Liao Nanqing misses Subei Mo especially.
But he doesn't even have a cell phone now.
It's already past ten o'clock in the evening, I don't know if Subei Mo is off work.
Liao Nanqing didn't eat anything for a day. In order not to let himself get too hungry, he slowly went to the kitchen to cook instant noodles. He felt like a big rock had been pressed down in his heart, and it sank little by little.
The boiling water in the pot tumbled, he rubbed his eyes again with the palm of his hand, and his nose was sore. What happened today is nothing compared to the past. But he believed that the transfer was a gift from Subei Mo, and he screwed up the gift that Subei Mo gave him.
If after the weekend, this school becomes the same as No. 1 Middle School, what should he do? Once isolated and helpless people have accepted the warmth, they will never step into that cannibalistic vortex again.
He wanted to be good, very, very much.
While weeping, Liao Nanqing shoved the face into his mouth forcefully, mixed with saltiness and chewing wax.
There was only a faint light in the dim room. When Liao Nanqing was full, he lay on the sofa and fell asleep again.
In my dream, one day in summer vacation, garbage bags fell from the sky with disdainful laughter. The chips inside, the leftover yogurt, and the sour stench of the waste all smashed onto his head and body. He couldn't wash it clean, the sky was as gloomy as before, and it was built on top of his head, and the twilight was all around.
He saw his father standing not far away, holding a red bloody knife in his hand, his face pale, like a madman falling into hell. Paranoid and stubborn, he called him over and over again: "Nan Qing, I'm sorry..."
I'm sorry, Nan Qing.
Our home is ruined and you are no longer you.
You will always be alone...
Liao Nanqing stepped back in horror, and he begged his father not to do this. Also beg him to take them away, don't kill, don't go to jail. Mother doesn't want to remarry, grandma won't die alone, and stepfather shouldn't appear in his memory!
Just like when they were children, their family was poor but happy.
Please stop before the age of ten.
But the bloodstains in front of him, and the stench of garbage overwhelmed him. Everyone spurned him, pointing to the bridge of his nose and saying that he was a murderer's child, a dirty child who had been violated. He countered that he was not, he was not violated. But everyone said he was wrong, no one understood him, no one praised him anymore. He ran barefoot on the muddy road, the gravel pierced the soles of his feet, the pain wrapped around his skin, and his nightmare had no end.
Someone kept calling him.
"Nanqing!"
Nanqing—
About one o'clock in the morning, Liao Nanqing woke up again, covered in cold sweat and gasping for breath.
There were knocks on the door piecemeal outside the door, and he was in a daze, and it took him a long time to react.
Liao Nanqing rolled over and remembered, but accidentally rolled from the sofa to the floor, making a loud noise. He stood up and touched his elbows and knees numbly, it hurt. With sleepy eyes he saw the cold bowl of noodle soup on the coffee table, and the clock on the wall ticked, telling him it was late.
Who will knock on the door in the middle of the night...
The door of Liao Nanqing's house has been broken for many years. He trotted closer, guarding the door, and asked in a low voice, "Who?"
The knocking on the door stopped.
"it's me."
It is Subei Mo.
Liao Nanqing was stunned, he thought he was dreaming.
He couldn't allow him to think any more, his hands couldn't wait to open the door, he stared at Su Beimo dumbly, the voice-activated lights in the corridor went out. It was dark and dark, and Subei Mo coughed, and the old lamp suddenly turned on again: "I'm too hungry, is there anything to eat?" His voice was hoarse, and in order to get back, he didn't drink for a day. Take a sip of water.
Liao Nanqing had a sour nose and cried.
Bean-sized tears fell down one by one, and Subeimo hurried in, put down his backpack, closed the door with his back, and wiped his tears with his face. In fact, Liao Nanqing was not as thin as when he first met him. His edges and corners were slightly rounded, and he was no longer so dry. Because his skin was also white, he looked much better.
But it's still so reassuring.
"Are you so moved?"
Subei Mo was overwhelmed. In the middle of the night, he was exhausted when he came back, and he had to coax Liao Nanqing, a crying treasure.
But it was indeed because of Liao Nanqing that he worked so hard to work overtime and came back without stopping.
"Su Beimo, I screwed up... I, I screwed up..." When he saw Subei Mo, his forbearance instantly collapsed again. The whole person was crying and twitching, his nose was sore and his eyes were sore. He aggrievedly grabbed the corner of Subei Mo's clothes and refused to let it go, fearing that if he let go, Subei Mo would return to City B. He was afraid that Subei Mo would be hungry, so he took Subei Mo to the kitchen and said in a hoarse voice, "I'll cook noodles for you."
"Don't boil your snot in." Su Beimo said distressedly, the back of his hands and palms were filled with Liao Nanqing's tears.
"No." Liao Nanqing sniffed hard, unscrewed the gas, and then boiled the water.
If he hadn't opened the cabinet for instant noodles, Subei Mo would not have known that Liao Nanqing's house had so many unhealthy fast food. There are all kinds of noodles and noodles, and Liao Nanqing cooked a braised beef flavor for Subei Mo. He was really tired from crying, his lower eyelashes were stained with tears, and when he raised his eyes, even the eye sockets were still wet.
Subei Mo wiped away the tears with his fingertips, watched him cook a bowl of instant noodles, and said warmly, "Nan Qing, you won't mess it up."
For the first time, he called him 'Nanqing' in front of Liao Nanqing, dropping his surname, with a soft tone, as if the sun fell on the flowers and leaves, illuminating the crystal dewdrops.
At noon today, he wanted to call Liao Nanqing and ask him, how will his classmate's birthday be? Or a little chat.
He has been so busy these two days that he has been working overtime in the company even on Saturdays, but when he is free, he will look at his mobile phone and look at the simple greeting and nagging from Liao Nanqing on the screen, and his mood will be much better. Liao Nanqing was still so unable to hide his words, Subei Mo thought and smiled.
As the call was connected, he prepared a lot of words.
I just didn't expect that the person who answered the phone was Xu Yanyan with a sad face.
Xu Yanyan just learned a shocking secret from his cousin, but he can't help it for the time being. Knowing that Subei Mo was a friend who accompanied Liao Nanqing back to school on the first day of school, Xu Yanyan briefly described what had just happened. At the end, he asked, "Is this all true?"
Subei Mo frowned and stood motionless in the tea room.
"Why are you silent?" Xu Yanyan asked anxiously.
"Besides you, how many other students know about him?" He was referring to Liao Nanqing.
Xu Yanyan pouted: "Just me and another classmate, I told my cousin not to talk nonsense. After all, I don't know the truth..."
"Xu Yanyan." Subeimo listened and said with confidence, "Can we meet tomorrow? Before that, I hope you can help keep this secret."
"How do you know my name?"
"Nan Qing has always told me that he has made good friends. Unlike those who bullied him before, you and Ge Yun are the first good friends he made in school."
"Bully?"
"Yes, he has been bullied at No. 1 Middle School in the past. Because of some false rumors, many people are prejudiced and hostile to him."
After a while, Subei Mo didn't hear Xu Yanyan reply. So, he added: "Nan Qing's mobile phone has no password. You can use his account to tell me the time and place to meet tomorrow. My name is Subei Mo."
Subei Mo said seriously: "Please."
Subei Mo had thought about it, if Xu Yanyan was determined to tell these secrets, Liao Nanqing would once again be the target of campus bullying. He will think of a way to transfer Liao Nanqing to a further school.
Although it was a little troublesome to transfer schools during the third year of high school, it was far less troublesome than what Liao Nanqing experienced.
That night, Subei Mo stayed at Liao Nanqing's house.
Rarely staying overnight, Subei Mo found that only Liao Nanqing's room was clean and tidy, and most of the rest were piled with clutter. Liao Nanqing is not good at cleaning and often makes a mess in the house. Subei Mo was in a hurry to come back and didn't even bring a change of clothes. Liao Nanqing dug out his father's old clothes from the next room, all of which were put in the box. When grandma used to be here, she often took them out for washing and drying.
It's not dirty at all, just has an old smell of dust accumulation.
"This is my dad's, but you will definitely be a little small in your clothes." Liao Nanqing had just cried a while ago, with red eyes, holding the clothes in both hands, and asked softly, "Do you mind?"
Subei Mo pulled his clothes and gestured to his body: "It's a little small, but it can be worn."
He explained with his actions that he didn't mind, Liao Nan's astringent eyes lit up slightly, and he concentrated on pulling out a new toothbrush from the drawer, which he bought more when he bought daily necessities last time. He was very nervous. Facing Subei Mo, who was staying for the first time, Liao Nanqing always wanted to do everything best.
If it hadn't been stopped by Subei Mo, Liao Nanqing would have gone to the closet to find new sheets.
The drawer was half open and had not yet had time to close it.
Subeimo noticed that there were a bunch of scattered Band-Aid in the drawer, and he recognized them at a glance, all of which he gave to Liao Nanqing at the time. They were carefully stored in the drawer by Liao Nanqing, and specially placed in a separate iron box.
It can be seen that the iron box was newly bought, and the exterior paint is bright, and it is definitely not an item for secondary use. It is more like an existence like Liao Nanqing specially bought and collected these Band-Aid stickers, and cherishes them very much.
And Liao Nanqing is like this, he has never been treated well, so even if a little favor from others, he can remember it for a long time and keep it for a long time. Subei Mo glanced at Liao Nanqing, who was still looking for a new towel. The thin back arched like a small mountain, heavy, pressing down on Liao Nanqing's life for eight years.
Subei Mo's heart was full of mixed feelings, and many emotional hesitations were instantly shattered. He wanted to be cautious, but at this moment he was defeated by an ordinary box of Band-Aid.
It is subtle, but also love over time.
He called him: "Nan Qing."
"Huh?" Liao Nanqing blushed behind his ears, not yet used to this affectionate address, "what's the matter?"
"You're too thin." Subei Mo shyly changed the subject, his palms became hot, and he slowly covered his whole body, slowly burning his heart.
"Ah? But I've gained a lot of weight recently. The food in the school cafeteria is really delicious and cheap, Xu Yan... I, my classmates, still share my food. I always want to take pictures of the cafeteria for you. The photos of the food are in the past, but I'm afraid to disturb you... After all, you are very busy with work. But I really eat seriously, and the food is very delicious." Liao Nanqing rambled, afraid that Subei Mo would not believe it, and repeated it again and again. Describe how delicious the food in the cafeteria is.
Subei Mo nodded and had to speak first, I believed it.
Liao Nanqing handed him the towel and toothbrush, and then probed the water cup with the back of his finger. The water that was just boiled cooled very slowly, but Liao Nanqing was very thirsty. As long as he stood in front of Subei Mo, he would be very thirsty.
Like a fire burning in my heart, warm and burning, burning away the gloom.
He just wants to be with Subei Mo, who is the only one who can tolerate his past and accept his future. In his heart, Subei Mo is bright, a fiery candle in the dark night, and he is just a silly moth. The difference is that the flames of Subei Mo did not hurt him, but protected him.
Liao Nanqing held a glass of water to drink, his dry lips were soaked with warm water, he pursed his lips unconsciously.
"Su Beimo, you are really kind to me."
"Um?"
"But why are you being so nice to me?" He was ignorant and full of doubts, and finally asked the question.
Subei Mo didn't even think about it, he made an excuse at will, and it seemed like he had already prepared a speech: "Because I'm a good man."
"Good old man?" Liao Nanqing frowned, obviously not understanding this adjective, his fingertips curled up uncomfortably, hot water entered his body down his throat, and a cool wind blew from the half-opened window. He was dripping with sweat, and his heart shone a little, "This is the first time I have met someone like you. He will take care of me, help me, and not push me away."
From the age of ten, people around Liao Nanqing began to stay away from him, and rumors fell. He left the town with his mother and went to a more remote town, where he was not valued as a stepson, and the people at the school rejected him as an outsider. He was eloquent and introverted and was gradually forgotten in the corner, and his poverty and loneliness marked him with an indelible label.
Eight years later, when he returned to the small town, he encountered school bullying like never before.
I thought my life would end in darkness, but I didn't expect to meet Subeimo.
For the weak self, Subei Mo is strong, kind, firm, and helpful. It was he who helped himself without any return.
Liao Nanqing put down the water glass and approached. Under the dim light, his eyes were warm and calm, and he was quiet as never before: "Only you are good to me."
"You will meet a lot of people who treat you well in the future." Su Beimo said.
Liao Nanqing shook his head: "It's different." He was really afraid to come into contact with new things. It's hard to take a step, and it falls short so quickly.
Subei Mo patted him on the shoulder, feeling a little sad, he said warmly: "Don't think too much, rest early."
Subeimo was really worried that Liao Nanqing would forget him after he made new friends, but he also didn't want Liao Nanqing to be limited to a small circle.
Liao Nanqing is great and will be even better.
Subeimo told himself this, feeling guilty for the restless heartbeat.
From heartbeat to liking, time often changes from static spring water to quicksand, and in just a moment, all the irrepressible and hopeless can be completed.
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Subei Mo assured him: "Nanqing, if it doesn't work this time, we will change schools. I will find a way."
That night, after Liao Nanqing finally fell asleep. Subei Mo stood up and stared at him for a long time under the moonlight through the glass window.
In the end, the night ended with a brief kiss on Liao Nanqing's cheek with Subei Mo bowing his head.
Subei Mo rested his forehead, lay on the bed without sleep all night, and laughed at himself in a low voice: "What kind of old man I am."
I should be the most poseable person in the world.
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Brother Su said, unilaterally kiss first and then talk about it!
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