a delicate flower

Wednesday is a day of sun exposure, the sun is venomous, and there are sparkling and dazzling spots dancing between the branches of the trees, making people's eyes darkened.

Xing Lu drew the curtains of the classroom to block out the dazzling sunlight. She leaned against the wall, pressed the curtains, and said "I'm going to hang up" to the other end of the phone for the N1 time, but was transferred to another topic by the other party .

It was half an hour after Xing Lu hung up the phone.

Ai Lang yawned, and a layer of wet mist appeared in his eyes, which made his eyes more crystal clear, and his eyes also had a hazy beauty, as if they had their own natural filters.

Ai Lang flipped through the professional book boredly, and the pages as thick as a coin's diameter were flipped quickly at his fingertips, bringing a cool wind, which made Ai Lang's hair shake.

Ai Lang happily turned the pages of the book over and over again, chatting with Xing Lu in a chat: "What's your mother's phone number?"

Xing Lu didn't take a nap, so she lay on the table sleepily, closed her eyes lazily, and said, "That's right, my empress ordered me to make three phone calls a week, and I don't have time to call home on Monday and Tuesday. When I called back, I was questioned three times, and even my grandma, the empress dowager, was dispatched and said that she would come to see me at school."

Ai Lang smiled at her: "You are the little princess of the Xing family. You were born to eat sweets and not hardships."

Xing Lu followed suit with a smile, and said, "You should call home once in a while."

Ai Lang shrugged his shoulders and said, "Don't bother those two leaders. My dad can't wait to remove me from the household registration book. He might forget me for the time being. I can't take the initiative to hit the gun. Isn't this a reminder to them to put the transfer of account books on the agenda as soon as possible."

Xing Lu felt distressed and helpless when she saw Ai Lang's giggling and indifferent appearance.

Xing Lu also heard about AI Lang coming out to his family.The attitude of Ai Lang's parents is neither good nor too bad. Ai's father didn't let Ai Lang get out of the house, and Ai's mother didn't cry. Lang coming out of the closet.

But Ai Lang only talked freely to Xing Lu verbally, and called home a lot in private, but Ai's father didn't like to listen to him, and Ai's mother pretended to be confused with him.

Ailang's family conditions are average. His parents bought him a train ticket to send him to college. Now he is able to buy a ticket for his parents and invite them to come to C City to play, but Ai's father coldly refused.

The flipped pages blew a breeze, but it couldn't blow the sorrow that was locked between Ai Lang's brows. In the next second, an unfamiliar phone number popped up on the phone screen.

Ellen answered the phone without letting the bell ring.

"Hey?"

"Ai Lang, help me..."

"..."

"I saw him taking medicine secretly...I'm so scared..."

The voice from the phone was crying, making Ai Lang's brows into a knot.

The person who called was the one Zhuang Lin and Ai Lang met in the elevator room of the student activity center on Monday.

He and Ai Lang lost contact for some reason. After more than half a year, this person called Ai Lang because "I was shot by him...I saw him secretly taking medicine today. I'm so scared, Ellen, help me, what should I do..."

Ellen suppressed his anger, and said indifferently: "I'll text you a contact information, and you go to buy the blocking medicine yourself."

Ailang couldn't hear the other party's crying for a moment, hung up the call, checked the address book to find the number and sent it to him.

Xing Lu was puzzled and asked, "What's wrong with you? You suddenly ate explosives?"

Ai Lang didn't answer, and his anger remained undiminished. He opened the WeChat group of "Guiling Jelly Support Club" and asked all members of Aite directly: "Who sent him my mobile phone number?"

Bu Dashuang: "??"

Qiu Datou: "??"

Ren Xiaolong froze weakly: "I..."

Ai Liangyue: "You go to contact him now and go to the hospital with him."

Ren Xiaolong: "Good!"

Ai Liangyue: "I don't care about flirting and making love. His ass is capable of being shot, but you can't wear your fucking underwear, and you don't want to wear a condom. You asked for a broken leg."

Ailang left the news without beginning and end, which was neither cruel nor good, and then dived silently.There are both "you" and "he" in his sentence, Bu Dashuang and Qiu Datou looked confused, and hurriedly dragged Ren Xiaolong to make up for his homework.

Ren Xiaolong didn't dare to poke Ai Lang's Ni Lin in the group, so he privately chatted with Bu and Qiu: "Fan Jian was caught in a sexual encounter last night, and when he woke up and saw his girlfriend taking medicine secretly, he was scared to the point of shit .”

As soon as the name started, Bu Dashuang and Qiu Datou knew it, and they knew what Ailang was losing their temper. When they saw the details behind the subject, they felt disgusted and sighed.

Fan Jian used to hang out with them a lot before, and later he fell in love with a "three noes" straight man, and was played around by others, but he was still obsessed with it, thinking about breaking up with him.Because of this, Ai Lang and Fan Jian broke up completely.

The so-called three nos: no initiative, no rejection, and no responsibility.

Ai Lang was already angry at Fan Jian who was a "slut" as his name suggests, and rushed to kneel and lick the straight man, but because Fan Jian was taken by that man and threatened to publish indecent photos, his behavior was even worse. With a little warm friendship, he took Fan Jian to find the scumbag and said he wanted to help Fan Jian get justice.

Ailang asked the scumbag if he was shameless, he slept in vain, and even spread Fan Jian's indecent photos.The answer he heard from the mouth of the scumbag was, "Who is shameless first? I wish we could get together and break up. Who is going to die, stalking and stalking, and even said that he would take this shit to my college for publicity?" You should stand up again, you gays are really cheap to the bone."

Fan Jian was crying like hell at the time, and Ai Lang's impression of him was always low self-esteem and unconfident. After hearing the scumbag's words, he became even more angry, and said: "Don't talk nonsense, you think we saw the bandit Kneel and lick all the time? I don’t even think of you if I pay you money—let alone me, even if you beg Fan Jian to turn back now, it’s useless.”

Ai Lang pulled Fan Jian back, and cursed with hatred: "Cherish life, stay away from straight men, why are you rushing to jump into the fire pit?"

Fan Jian cried until his eyes were swollen and painful, and he couldn't cry, and Ai Lang couldn't continue to curse cruelly.

Ai Lang helped Fan Jian out. As a result, the matter was just settled in the afternoon. That night, Ai Lang received a message from a scumbag using Fan Jian's WeChat——

"Am I just kidding? I just know your friend loves to lick my ____."

"I don't need to beg, just wave, he crawls over like a dog, you gays are really cheap..."

Ailang hesitated for a moment, and with the last bit of hope, he connected to the real-time video sent by the other party. He saw Fan Jian kneeling on the ground with his head down...

Homosexuality is really cheap, it really is cheap to the bone...

Ai Lang was slapped in the face, but he couldn't refute a word.

·

Ailang was in a gloomy mood all afternoon, and he didn't even feel in the mood to eat dinner. He went straight to the activity room after returning from the classroom.

Xing Lu changed from persuading Ai Lang to "eat a meal" to persuading him to "eat a fruit", but the persuasion was fruitless, after much deliberation, she took out her mobile phone and sent Zhuang Lin a WeChat message.

Ailang stared at his notebook in a daze, and didn't even hear the knock on the glass door of the activity room. When he recovered, he saw Zhuang Lin standing in front of him.

Ailang was a little dazed, staring blankly at Zhuang Lin who suddenly appeared, and stared at it for several seconds before he noticed the soup and rice he had packed.

Ai Lang frowned slightly, and turned to look at Xing Lu. She turned around to avoid Ai Lang's gaze, pinched the back of her neck, and said, "I'm going out to smoke a cigarette."

"..."

Zhuang Lin put the soup and rice on Ai Lang's table, removed Ai Lang's notebook, and said softly: "Senior, if you don't have a good appetite, eat some soup and rice, and then get busy after eating."

Ai Lang couldn't get angry at Zhuang Lin's face, looked at the hot bowl of nourishing soup and rice, and asked him helplessly, "What did Xing Lu tell you again?"

Zhuang Lin sat next to him, and smiled when he heard the words: "Senior sister told me that because I didn't take the initiative to invite you to dinner, the senior became sulky and refused to eat dinner."

Ellen: "..."

Zhuang Lin smiled again and said, "I know that senior sister is joking with me, and I also know that it's true that senior didn't eat dinner. If you don't have an appetite, just have a few sips of soup. Do you want pears, senior? I'll peel them for you."

Zhuang Lin's voice to Ai Lang was very gentle, which easily soothed Ai Lang's inner anxiety.

There were only the two of them in the empty activity room, and the atmosphere was just right. Ai Lang wiped it off with the matching disposable spoon, took a mouthful of hot soup, and said coquettishly to Zhuang Lin in a soft voice: "Well, I want to eat pears. "

Xing Lu just dug out all the fruits in the activity room and put them on the table, along with a fruit peeling knife.

Zhuang Lin heard the words should be good, out of inertia, he used to pick up the paring knife with his left hand, and picked a pear from the bag with his right hand, the action of peeling was very serious, but a little clumsy.

Ellen watched Zhuang Lin's meal with delight, drank a few mouthfuls of nourishing soup, mixed a few spoonfuls of white rice into the soup, and started eating rice with the thick soup.

Although Zhuang Lin peeled the skin slowly and cautiously, Ai Lang couldn't help telling him, "Be careful."

Zhuang Lin responded, took the knife in his left hand, and peeled the skin in reverse.

At this time, there were two knocks on the door——

"Ellen."

The shout was very soft, but Ai Lang frowned when he heard it. He looked up at the door and saw Fan Jian had walked in.

Ai Lang frowned, and said to the smiling man coming towards him in a bad tone: "What are you doing here?"

Fan Jian's appearance is mediocre, and there is an inferiority complex that is not confident all over his body. Because of this inferiority complex, it gives people the illusion that he is not aggressive, and it can also arouse people's desire to protect—just like Ai Lang did for him at the time. It's the same in his early years, and every time he thinks about it afterwards, Ailang will call himself a "stupid".

Fan Jian's face was sick, and he looked weaker and weaker. Standing two steps away from Ai Lang's table, he said softly: "I just took... I came back from the hospital, and I wanted to come over to see if you were here. I want to say thank you."

Ai Lang replied impatiently: "Thank you, I don't want to see you, you go quickly, and I can thank you for letting me have a happy meal."

As soon as Ai Lang finished speaking, he heard a slight hissing sound next to him. He turned his head to see that the pulp of Zhuang Lin's right thumb was scratched by a paring knife, bleeding out.

Before AI Lang could speak, Fan Jian frowned lightly, and said first: "Ah, you're bleeding..."

As he spoke, he took a step forward and reached out his hand to grab Zhuang Lin's wrist.

The fingertip was only a few centimeters away from touching Zhuang Lin's wrist, and there was a "pop" - Ai Lang slapped Fan Jian's arm, and immediately fanned out a red handprint.

Fan Jian withdrew his hand, his timid eyes fell on Ai Lang's icy face, and saw the two thin lips move slightly, and said to him: "Don't touch him, get out."

Fan Jian seemed to be frightened, shrunk his shoulders, his eyelashes were trembling, and his eyes wandered. They landed on Zhuang Lin's body for two seconds, then fell to the ground, and said sorry: "Then... I'll go first ..."

Ai Lang didn't bother to talk to him anymore, he hurriedly found the hemostatic sticker in his computer bag, took Zhuang Lin's hand, and carefully put the hemostatic sticker on him, feeling very distressed.

Zhuang Lin comforted him: "Senior, it doesn't hurt at all, really. That person just now..."

After hearing the second half of the sentence, Ailang said: "He's just crazy, you should walk away when you see him in the future, do you understand?"

Ai Lang unconsciously talked to Zhuang Lin in a coaxing tone. Zhuang Lin blinked, looked up at him, nodded, and obediently replied, "Okay."