Yan Qiwei pondered for a long time and couldn't think of the essentials, so she had to give up.
There is an old Chinese saying that when soldiers come, they will block water and cover with soil. She thinks that people are still reasonable, and even if there is something wrong, she will do her best to solve it.
After the dinner, Yan Ziluo proposed to send her home before Liang Xiao. Yan Qiwei was exhausted both physically and mentally, and fell asleep shortly after returning to the room.
When I opened my eyes again, I was back to seven years ago.
What she saw in front of her was pure and flawless white. She frowned and tried to sit up, when she heard Aunt Shen cry: "Wei Wei is awake! How are you feeling?"
The unbearable pain in her heart had long since faded away, and Yan Qiwei struggled to return her a smile: "I'm fine, don't worry."
"How can you say it's okay? You've been in a coma for two days!" Aunt Shen raised the pillow behind her, so that her back and head could rest on the soft cotton, "Those bastards are a crime, why Have the heart to attack the two children! If Lao Chen hadn't arrived in time, I don't know how things would have turned out."
As if her heart was pierced by a needle, Yan Qiwei hurriedly said, "Aunt Shen, how is Liang Xiao?"
"My eldest lady, don't get excited, it's not good for your health. He's not hurt, and he's at the police station with your parents now." Aunt Shen sighed, "But you have to be mentally prepared, when the time comes Don't be frightened by him. The doctor said that this stimulation aggravated his condition, and Liang Xiao's symptoms are completely different from before. ."
It was as if a heavy stone had been weighed down in her heart, and after thinking for a while, she hesitated, and after a while she said in a low voice, "How about those bastards?"
"Huh, they." Aunt Shen frowned slightly, with a look of complete disdain, "That group of boys wanted to run away, but Old Chen used to be a soldier, and he knocked them down after three strikes, five divisions, and two. It's locked in the police station. After this incident, your parents are very angry, don't worry, they will definitely vent for you. "
As soon as she finished speaking, the door of the ward was gently pushed open.
The people who came were Liang Qi and Chen Jiayi.
The couple's expressions were obviously tired and haggard, and the moment they saw their daughter wake up, a smile appeared in their eyes.
Chen Jiayi was so distressed that she asked in a soft voice, "How is Weiwei? Does it still hurt? Let mother hug her."
After speaking, she embraced a warm and soft embrace, and Yan Qiwei braced herself: "Liang Xiao, he... is he okay?"
Immediately after her question sounded, Liang Qi's calm and hoarse voice: "Son, Weiwei is asking about you. Why are you standing outside the door? Come in quickly."
Yan Qiwei raised her head in response, and sure enough she saw Liang Xiao as a teenager at the door.
His originally pale and clear face was now almost bloodless, his thin lips were pursed into a straight line without any arc, and a little red blood was faintly overflowing from his black eyes.
The boy's gaze fell cautiously on her, and then moved away hastily and restrainedly.
They didn't speak, but Chen Jiayi's laugh cut through the silent air: "You two, when you didn't meet each other, you kept asking how each other was doing, why don't you say a word now? Really? Heartfelt enough."
Yan Qiwei took a deep breath, lowered her eyes and smiled.
"It's fine."
They both took time off from school and were allowed to stay home for a week.
In fact, Yan Qiwei's body is no longer in serious trouble. Since the real Liang Wei passed away and she came to this time and space in her place, she has not felt any discomfort during the rest of the time, except for the heart-piercing pain before each crossing.
Maybe it's because this body is already dead.
After returning home from the hospital, Liang Xiao's attitude towards her was obviously much colder.
He rarely laughs, deliberately avoids any physical contact, locks himself in a room in his spare time, never initiates a conversation, and even if there is an occasional response, it is only a few words.
This sudden change left her at a loss and confused. After thinking about it, she finally realized that Liang Xiao was afraid of hurting her.
Today, he is like a sex, and he doesn't know what to do after the onset of the disease. The boy's secretive and fragile self-esteem did not allow him to reveal his thoughts. In order to avoid unconscious attacks after a manic episode, Liang Xiao could only calmly distance himself from everyone around him.
Delicate but jerky, like a gentle fool.
Apart from her crush on Liang Xiao for so many years, Yan Qiwei has always been one-of-a-kind and can't hide her thoughts, so she knocked on Liang Xiao's door the second evening after returning home.
At this moment, Liang Bozhong is participating in after-school tutoring, Liang Qi, Chen Jiayi and his wife are busy with work, and there are only two of them left at home.
The muffled sound of the door being knocked echoed in the quiet air, and no one in the room responded.
Knock again, there is still no sound in the room, it is almost eerily quiet.
A thought flashed through his mind like lightning, Yan Qiwei gritted her teeth and whispered, "I'm in."
Opening the door, he saw Liang Xiao curled up on the bed.
It wasn't raining outside the window, and the heavy twilight seemed like an overwhelming splash of ink, wanton smudged under the dome. A crescent moon showed a shy half-faced face from the dark cloud, and sprinkled a few moments of brilliance, which fell on the boy's pale cheeks.
Hearing the door opening, Liang Xiao raised his head in confusion.
The bangs were soaked in sweat and drooped on the forehead; the dark pupils were no longer clear and bright, as if they were covered with a layer of gray mist, and the blood threads were entangled like crazy vines, imprisoning the bright eyes.
He was trembling all over, like a little beast trapped and alone.
The evening breeze blew through the branches and leaves in front of the window, sending the rustling sound to the ears, but the house was extremely quiet, and even the slow pace of the second hand of the alarm clock could be clearly heard.
Yan Qiwei felt that even her breathing was stagnant, and she caught a glimpse of the hazy mist under his eyes and the long wet eyelashes.
The water vapor hit her heart at once, making her feel so distressed that she couldn't breathe, her eyes were sore, and she was about to cry.
It turns out that when you love someone deeply, you really feel the pain for his pain.
"Liang Xiao."
She called his name softly, but didn't know how to comfort him. All the words were extremely pale, unable to relieve the unbearable pain in the slightest.
The teenager took a deep breath and tried to make his voice sound calmer: "Go out."
Now even the simplest breathing has become a painful torture for him. Every time you take a breath of air, even the tiniest rhythm in your body will tug on the fragile pain nerve, causing a tearing sensation to spread all over your body.
There were no lights in the room, and before she came in, the only source of light was a broken crescent moon. The moonlight in the evening was also cold. When Liang Xiao looked up at the curved arc, he somehow felt that it was also laughing at his sadness.
Cowardly, low self-esteem, taciturn, I don't know when it will become a mad dog who bites people without reason, and being alone is also retribution.
Until the little girl pushed the door and came in.
Dressed in the gentle light of the incandescent lamp in the corridor, she stepped on the wind pouring into the room from the screen window, and the shadows of the trees brushed past, revealing her bright eyes.
The light in her eyes was radiant and warm, and it melted into the night lightly, quietly dissolving some long-cherished feelings in his heart.
Liang Xiao lost his mind for a moment.
For no reason, he wanted to get closer to her, like a dying flying insect delusional leap towards the light.
But he dared not, much less.
The dryness in the bottom of my heart turned into a beast waiting for an opportunity, which could break through the confinement at any time and show its sharp minions.
She can't get hurt.
Yan Qiwei didn't speak and took a step forward.
Liang Xiao deliberately avoided other people, indicating that he had already separated himself from them in his heart. If she turned away at this time, it would only aggravate his feelings of inferiority and self-loathing.
Thinking of Liang Xiao's cold and cruel eyes on the campus, she was not without fear, but how could Yan Qiwei leave him behind.
Sixteen-year-old Yan Qiwei lives as she pleases. She has doting parents, naughty and arrogant younger brother, and a lot of friends with different personalities. For her, company and warmth are cheap things that can be seen everywhere, but Liang Xiao is different.
The sixteen-year-old is about to cut off all ties with the past and come to the new home of the Imperial Capital alone. His parents are too busy with work to get away. Most of the classmates are curious and watching.
Once she turned around and left, Liang Xiao really had no one to rely on.
Seeing her come forward, Liang Xiao struggled to hold up and moved back slightly.
As if she was an untouchable flood beast.
Yan Qiwei sat quietly on the edge of the bed, facing the boy's pale face, which was reflected by the moonlight.
"I'm not afraid," she said softly, "so don't be afraid either, I'm here."
This sentence became a key, and carefully opened the box in Liang Xiao's heart.
Those lonely, tragic and unbearable memories were washed away in one fell swoop and turned into a distant and vague dim dust, and there was only a soft glow around him.
This is the warmth he never dared to dream of.
Yan Qiwei raised her eyes and reached out to caress the bottom of his eyes soaked with tears. The place where her fingertips touched was cold, and her movements were extremely gentle, worried that she would scare him with a little force.
They were very close, and the girl's slight breath lingered in the close distance with the night wind, quietly dyeing Liang Xiaoying's white ears.
He held his breath, his eyelashes swayed up and down like a small fan, his scattered eyes gathered little by little, and a layer of light gathered again at the bottom of his eyes.
He was extremely nostalgic for the touch of the girl in front of him, and even this feather-like soft touch couldn't fill the ravine in his heart, and wanted to further embrace her in his arms.
This thought made him faintly panic and bewildered, and at the same time, there was some inexplicable excitement.
Yan Qiwei didn't know what he was thinking, only that Liang Xiao seemed to have survived the most painful time.
The boy's originally tense body relaxed unconsciously, and finally began to breathe gently. His eyes were red and swollen, and the tip of his nose and cheeks were also stained with striking red. Yan Qiwei had only ever seen him indifferent and arrogant. At first glance, the lone wolf turned into a little rabbit, it looked too tempting.
Hold on, Yan Qiwei, he's just a child!
She warned herself righteously in her heart, but on the surface she pretended to be casual and smiled and told him, "Liang Xiao, you are so cute."
At this time, the night was completely suppressed, the light of the day was swallowed up, and the moonlight was sultry, like water rippling on her face.
Yan Qiwei paused and continued: "Touching other people's bodies is actually not as difficult as you think, right? Try to touch others in the future, okay?"
Liang Xiao lowered his head to hide the flushing on his cheeks, and replied with a smile, "En."
He wouldn't tell her that the reason why he accepted it so naturally was because that person was her.
"Don't cry anymore." Yan Qiwei pinched his nose with all her might, and it was really soft, "Otherwise the moon will laugh at you."
This sentence was childish, causing Liang Xiao to chuckle.
Seeing that his condition had improved, she stood up and extended her hand to him: "Can you come down?"
Liang Xiao nodded and got out of bed with Yan Qiwei's palm.
Because he had been curled up on the bed for too long, after the soles of his feet touched the ground, the area below his calf became unstoppably numb. He stumbled forward, while Yan Qiwei stepped forward and tried to support him.
So he went straight to her, and Yan Qiwei subconsciously wrapped her arms around Liang Xiao's waist.
As if being scratched by a green kitten's paw, Yan Qiwei's eyes widened, and a bunch of fireworks exploded in her mind.
The whole body was wrapped in the scorching heat of the young man, she thought in a confused way, she must be blushing, otherwise the whole head is hot and numb, and she can't think clearly.
His hair was black and his breathing was quick and warm.
The waist… is soft.
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