The Seven-Year Itch

Chapter 10

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Tang Xiping went down the stairs, walked out of the apartment, stood at the door, took a few deep breaths, and then walked towards another path next to him.

In the morning, the sun shines brightly, and the air is slightly cool, which seems to make people's hearts clear and clear.

After listening to his explanation of Han Ning's condition yesterday, Yan Qingshan asked him this question:

"If I'm really the cause of his illness, then why did he suddenly get sick now after so many years of peaceful life?"

Tang Xiping pretended to think about it at the time, and then he thought about it: "Maybe it's because... recently, there has been some indirect inducement around you that stimulated him."

Yan Qingshan reflected deeply for a while, did he have any unusual and irritating incidents recently

After all, nothing.

Tang Xi supported his chin with one hand, looked at him silently for a while, and finally added the second half of the sentence: "—If I guess correctly, the indirect cause should be me."

Yan Qingshan couldn't understand what he was talking about at all, and his voice rose instantly: "...you?"

Compared with his ghostly expression, Tang Xiping was very calm, and asked him, "Didn't Han Ning go on a business trip at the end of last month and just came back a few days ago?"

Yan Qingshan nodded. That guy was indeed on a business trip, which lasted for half a month.

But as far as Yan Qingshan himself is concerned, he has almost never felt the reality that the other party is on a business trip, just because every day from morning to night, it is almost impossible to count how many life-threatening serial calls he receives. The alarm clock is even higher, and you have to repeat everything, big and small—

When the weather is cold, add more clothes; when it rains tomorrow, remember to bring an umbrella; when it rains, remember to eat three meals on time; Go to bed early and get up early, don't stay up late... It's just like an old lady.

Pulling himself out of the terrible memories of that half month, Yan Qingshan frowned: "Does this have anything to do with what you said?"

"Then do you still remember that during his business trip, from the beginning of this month, I officially became a colleague of our school who can get along with you day and night?"

— This is also true.

Yan Qingshan was indeed surprised for a while when he learned that Tang Xiping had become a faculty member of the school. After all, the other party's job is good enough, and there is really no need to suffer from it. But this is the other party's own choice after all, and he didn't say anything.

Of course, he didn't mention it to Han Ning on the phone. In his opinion, it wasn't a big deal.

But then Han Ning himself knew. He had just come back from a business trip that day, and he went to school immediately to pick him up for lunch, but Tang Xiping ordered food from the school cafeteria and brought it to his office earlier, so the two bumped into each other there.

"… so what?"

Yan Qingshan still didn't get what the other party wanted to express.

"..."

Tang Xiping sighed, and spread his hands helplessly: "That is to say, he is jealous, do you understand?"

In a short time, Tang Xiping will never forget the look in Han Ning's eyes when he saw him when they met in Yan Qingshan's office...

Tsk tsk, it looks like a posture of turning your gaze into a scalpel.

"..."

Hearing this, Yan Qingshan immediately looked at him seriously, with a tangled expression on his face.

Seeing him like this, Tang Xiping couldn't help but feel a little funny: "What's the matter, does this explanation make it hard for you to accept?"

Yan Qingshan murmured subconsciously: "Nonsense..."

"You're a friend, and he's a partner, so what's there to be jealous about?" He felt incredible, "Just because of this... can he be more childish?"

Tang Xi kept silent with a smile.

Yan Qingshan struggled like this for a while, but in the end he couldn't get angry, and said dissatisfiedly: "Am I so untrustworthy?"

Seeing that his friend had a faint tendency to explode, Tang Xiping had no choice but to slow down his tone to comfort the other party: "It's not a matter of trust or not... It's the brain circuit of a mental patient. Even if I tell you, you won't understand it."

"Every moment, everything about you can make him go into a dead end, torture himself, indulge in it, and find it hard to extricate himself."

Yan Qingshan listened thoughtfully.

"Compared to the seven-year itch you mentioned earlier, his situation is much more extreme..."

Tang Xiping leaned against the back of the chair with his eyes closed, and remained silent for a while before continuing: "Probably similar to some kind of itch that gnaws at the heart and soul for many years."

The person sitting in the opposite seat pondered slightly, and repeated softly: "... itchy?"

Tang Xiping took a deep breath, then opened his eyes and looked at the other party again, shrugged: "Almost."

Itching feels more appropriate than pain, soreness, or anything else.

The green belt next to it is well cared for.

Walking along the path, after a few turns, Tang Xiping stopped, and in front of him was the unified garbage collection center of this community.

He suddenly remembered that just a few minutes ago, when he heard that he was going to go downstairs to throw out the trash, that person rolled his eyes slightly.

"..." Tang Xiping laughed silently.

He didn't lie to him.

He did come downstairs to throw out the trash.

He took his hand out of his coat pocket and held a photo between his fingers.

In the photo are two young men in their early twenties, standing side by side, both wearing academic uniforms, their faces still have a hint of greenness that has not yet formally stepped into society.

Tang Xiping's eyes quietly fixed on one of the youths in the photo. The cold and beautiful eyebrows and eyes have been like a day for more than ten years. When he first met at that time, he felt that there was a silhouette of spring flowers and autumn moon reflected in the other party's eyes.

This is their graduation photo.

Because of the different schools and departments, he searched for a long time to find Yan Qingshan and took this photo on the day when he took the graduation photo.

Including three years abroad, this photo has been placed on the bedside of Tang Xiping's bedroom for seven full years.

As the saying goes, everyone has the love of beauty.

Tang Xiping thought he was just a mortal, so it was unavoidable.

It's a pity that feelings are sometimes seen too thoroughly, and it is difficult to keep one's mind pure.

But speaking of it, is it true that a mental patient has a broad mind? This fellow Han Ning is frighteningly sensitive... He has been hiding well for so many years, and has never been discovered by a second person.

In comparison, Yan Qingshan, who has not noticed it until now, and can even calmly say "you are a friend and he is a partner, what is there to be jealous of", is it a bit silly and sweet

Therefore, that idiot will never know what kind of mood he was in when he hypnotized him yesterday.

In fact, after so many years, the impression of Yan Qingshan in his heart has never changed, a stubborn and sincere heart, decisive and straightforward in every decision in life, never procrastinating—from the first time I saw him to the present , he still felt from the bottom of his heart that this person was really cute.

As for himself, there are too many things to worry about. If he wanted to ignore the eyes of the outside world and pursue a relationship fearlessly, he couldn't do it.

So from the beginning to the end, Tang Xiping was very sure that Han Ning was more suitable than himself for the position next to Yan Qingshan.

After giving the medicine to Yan Qingshan yesterday, when he was about to go home, Tang Xiping couldn't help calling out to him.

What are you going to say after you stop? In fact, his mind went blank.

In the end, he could barely squeeze out a sentence, his voice slightly hoarse: "... really decided to do this?"

Yan Qingshan was silent for a few seconds, got up without saying a word, and left with only one sentence before leaving.

"The best way to relieve itching is not to force him to forget the feeling of itching, but to make him feel pain."

— Do you feel any pain

Tang Xiping asked himself this way.

He let go of his hand, and the thin photo fell from his fingers, and fell silently into the trash can in front of him.

The so-called seven-year itch or something...

In fact, it was never about those two people, but about himself.

(over)

The author has something to say:

#Remember the source of the brain hole#

A few days ago, I went out for a walk with my mother after dinner, and found that my right index finger was bitten by a mosquito... There are still mosquitoes in this weather, why is it

The itchy author immediately took out his phone angrily—

Baidu, start!

#An effective way to relieve itching quickly#

At this time, the elder mother said: "Don't think about it, hypnotize yourself that you haven't been stung at all, so you won't feel itchy."

#Is there such an operation? A concubine can't do it! #

"Then you scratch harder, the pain will not itch, come on, my nails are long, I will help you scratch."

#So fresh and refined, simple, violent and non-technical folk secret recipe is really unspeakable#

—The worst thing is that in the process of her scratching me with ♂ force♂♂♂, the inspiration for this short story came out of nowhere...

#The best way to relieve itching is not to forget the feeling of itching, but to make yourself feel pain#

The so-called seven-year itch in the title has nothing to do with the two protagonists from the beginning to the end. It actually refers to cannon fodder-a bamboo horse is not as good as heaven, and the meaning is hard to appease.

Also about the protagonist Yan Qingshan, at the beginning I actually positioned him as the hang of #凉冷忍禁高岭之花#, but after I actually wrote it, it seemed to become a tsundere rant... This must be My delusions 8.

Finally, although no one is watching, I still have to pretend to say: Thank you for watching~(≧▽≦)/~

#End of this article#

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