Carry the handle and tell me not to leave after school

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Xiao Yin has something on his mind.

He was absent-minded throughout the meal. In the last semester, he was able to whisper in Hang Yiwei's ear until he was in class, and then reluctantly went back to study. Now after a meal, he just said um, okay.

In fact, Xiao Yin has nothing to hide from Hang Yiwei, except for the past that will destroy the relationship between them, he has never been frank in front of Hang Yiwei.

It's just that before the matter is resolved, he doesn't want to turn this annoying matter into a burden for the two of them.

If one of the two people doesn't ask, and the other doesn't tell, how many misunderstandings will develop from it.Hang Yiwei grows up to be so big that he doesn't lack love. Hang's mother loves him, and his grandparents love him too. There is no one who can compete with him for these loves, but he lacks a sense of security.

Hang Yiwei lost his father when he was young, and it was not easy for his mother to barely support the family. How could he have the energy to care about the ups and downs of his journey, so that he was prematurely sensible, so sensible that he learned to turn a blind eye to his favorite toys. Delicious food speaks against his will; he has been disappointed too many times, and he has never owned something he likes, so before things happen, he warns himself that everything will be lost. The happiness of life must also be accompanied by three points of panic.

Xiao Yin's silent words may not be considered a big deal at first, but after three days of silence, it is a big deal.

Xiao Yin felt that Hang Yiwei was hiding from him. Although Hang Yiwei didn't deliberately go ahead of time to miss him in the morning, when the two of them walked together, Hang Yiwei walked aside intentionally or unintentionally, pulling him out of the way. At a certain distance, he dragged him to his side, and he always had a way to avoid it.

Even as smart as Xiao Yin, he was slow to ignore Hang Yiwei's sense of security.

People's habitual thinking mode will make Xiao Yin think that Hang Yiwei is such a brave person, how can such a person worry about gains and losses and lack a sense of security?

Young people have too little experience and have met too few people. They are in two worlds, so they will never have the word empathy.

When Qiao Zhuo found Hang Yiwei, the pen in Hang Yiwei's hand scratched the draft paper, leaving a sharp scratch.

"What's wrong with Brother Hang?" Qiao Zhuo was a little confused when he saw the expression on Hang Yiwei's face.

Hang Yiwei held the pen, then threw the pen on the table, and leaned back against the table behind him, "It's okay, what's the matter?" He pursed his lips into a line, and his black eyes stared at Looking ahead, who knows what he is thinking.

Qiao Zhuo's heart skipped a beat, and a chill rushed from the bottom of his heart to the top of his head, "Uncle Hang, you won't be...by..." Qiao Zhuo stuttered a word, who knew what he was talking about.

Hang Yiwei looked at him impatiently, "I have something to say!"

Qiao Zhuo frowned tightly, and said in a low voice with embarrassment, "That's... Xiao Yin broke up with you?"

"Are you free?" Hang Yiwei felt an unknown fire in his heart.

Qiao Zhuo immediately straightened his back and leaned back, "Brother Hang, Brother Hang, I'll just say that."

Hang Yiwei wanted to scold someone, but he didn't know what to scold.

A ball of anger in his heart was rushing to the top of his head, he didn't even take a breath, and he was almost ignited by a fire.

Qiao Zhuo looked at him cautiously.

Hang Yiwei was so angry that he had nowhere to vent his anger, so he could only frown and said impatiently, "It's okay, get the hell out."

"I have something to do." Qiao Zhuo hurried over, "Someone from Class Three asked us for help."

Hang Yiwei frowned lightly, "Fight?"

Qiao Zhuo nodded, then raised his hand for a one-to-one gesture, "One hundred at a time."

Hang Yiwei's anger dissipated instantly.