Lao Gong is a crybaby

"Why haven't you come back?" Sang Ran muttered, opened the bed curtain and looked at the door.

It took too long to dry my hair...

As soon as he thought about it, he came back, and seeing Tan Minze's cheeks twitching, he asked him, "What are you chewing?"

Tan Minze looked up and smiled, "Chewing gum, do you want it?"

"No, chew some gum at night, pack up and go to sleep, or you will doze off again tomorrow."

He has nothing to say, who is the person who dozes off every day?

For several days in a row, he found that Tan Minze took a lot longer to dry his hair after taking a shower at night than last week, so he didn't pay much attention to it at first.

But every time he went out for such a long time, his hair was still half wet when he came back.And what's even more strange is that every time I come back, I am chewing gum in my mouth.

I have never seen him like chewing gum so much before.

There was no way to pretend that he didn't notice anything anymore, knowing that he couldn't find anything from Tan Minze, so he decided to find out by himself.

On Friday, Tan Minze went out with a hair dryer as usual, and Sang Ran waited for a while before following. Tan Minze did not dry his hair there, but just put the hair dryer on the table and left.

Sang Ran frowned, leaning against the table and waiting for him to come back.

Behind the dormitory building, Yang Juan was squatting against the wall, slowly exhaling a puff of smoke from his mouth, looking up at the person next to him who was choking on the smoke and coughing, with a look of contempt on his face.

"You are too useless, you haven't learned it after so many days?"

Tan Minze's throat was coughing uncomfortably, and his tears choked out. Seeing that there was still a lot of smoke between his fingers, he felt anxious and annoyed.

Every time he went back these few nights, Sang Ran would stare at him intentionally or unintentionally, but didn't say anything. He always felt that Sang Ran had noticed something, which made him sleep restlessly every night.

"Why do you have to let me smoke?" After holding back for so many days, he finally asked this question.

Yang Ju was expressionless, looking at the opposite wall, but his eyes were out of focus, "It's no reason, just find someone to smoke with me."

Tan Minze was stunned for a few seconds, he spoke as if he was lonely, but why did he have to look for him?

"Smoking is bad for your health." I don't know why I said such a sentence by accident.

Yang Jue sneered, but didn't answer his words.

"You do not have friends?"

The hand holding the cigarette to his mouth suddenly stopped halfway, do you have any friends?He never seemed to have thought about it.

No... This question is meaningless at all. Only people like Tan Minze who have been isolated by everyone before would consider this question.

He raised half of his eyebrows, "Are we familiar? Smoke your cigarette."

It's ridiculous that he would feel a little sympathetic to Yang Jue, but it's not necessary. Isn't it reasonable that such a person who tramples on other people's dignity at will has no friends?

Seeing him like this, I felt an inexplicable sense of superiority in my heart.

Yang Jue is still the Yang Jue from three years ago, he is no longer the Tan Minze from three years ago.

Even now he still succumbed to Yang Ju, but it was not because he was afraid of being beaten and bullied, but because he had someone he wanted to protect.

Thinking of this, Tan Minze suddenly laughed, but that smile was ironic.

No one forced him, but he took the initiative to bite the cigarette into his mouth again. After taking a puff, he still felt a little choked, but he stopped coughing like that.

I am really shameless enough to attribute my weakness to Sang Ran.

As long as he has some ability, he doesn't have to use this method to compromise.

Protect Sang Ran?As long as I can not drag him down, I am congratulated, so why talk about protection?

Suddenly, I felt a chill pouring into my heart, felt sad for Sang Ran, and fell in love with such a useless him.

Before he knew it, the cigarette in his hand ran out, he turned around and pressed the cigarette butt against the wall, let go, and the cigarette butt rolled to the sole of Yang Gun's shoe.

"gone."

In the night, Tan Minze took out the chewing gum he had prepared earlier from his trouser pocket, peeled off the package and stuffed it into his mouth. He felt the cool and sweet taste melt in his mouth, covering the taste of nicotine in his mouth a little bit.

But the sadness in my heart can't be covered.

Guessing that he had wasted too much time outside, and that he might not be able to dry his hair properly today, he strode into the room dedicated to drying, but stopped suddenly when he saw San.

"Where did you go?" It was obviously a question, but Sang Ran said it lightly as if he was asking if someone had eaten.

"Go out and blow some air..." Tan Minze pretended to be calm and walked around Sang Ran, planning to do what he was supposed to do when he went downstairs.

The right wrist was suddenly clamped by Sang Ran, "Did I tell you that you are not good at lying?" Sang Ran's cold eyes locked on him firmly, not letting go of any clues on his face.

Tan Minze didn't dare to struggle, but he clenched his palms unconsciously. The sudden tightness of his wrist muscles revealed his guilty conscience and uneasiness.

Sang Ran put his hand in front of his nose and sniffed. He had suspected that Tan Minze was smoking secretly before, but he really guessed right.

Tan Minze withdrew his hand, but Sang Ran pulled him even tighter.

"Why do you smoke?" He had a cold face, with obvious anger in his tone.

"Who taught you this?"

Tan Minze pursed his lips and did not speak.

"Speak!" Sang Ran suddenly growled, and the strength of grabbing his wrist suddenly increased with anger.

The pain on his wrist was nothing compared to the pain in his heart at this moment. He had never seen Sang Ran so angry.

In the cold eyes, he saw not only anger, but also disappointment.

Sang Ran was disappointed in him...

Pushing the gum to his cheeks with the tip of his tongue, he lied, "I... just curious..."

"Alright, Tan Minze." Sang Ran let go of his hand, feeling completely disappointed.

What chilled him was not the fact that Tan Minze smoked, but that he lied to himself, and he still lied to him now.

Why not tell him?Is he so unworthy of his dependence?

"Dry your hair early and go back to sleep, the lights will be turned off soon." He didn't know what attitude he should use to treat the person in front of him.

Ask him if he has taken him to heart?Ask him if this boyfriend still counts?

Why ask for it?

It's because he thinks things too simply. With Tan Minze's scarred heart, how can he say that it will heal when it heals?

How could a heart that hadn't been opened to anyone for so long open to him without reservation in just a few months?

It is because he is too self-righteous and self-righteous.

"Ah."

There is a crack that runs to an unseen end in their seemingly intimate relationship.

Sang Ran walked past him, as if she wanted to disappear from his entire life.

Tan Minze choked with sobs, and frantically inserted the plug into the socket several times before plugging it in. With trembling hands, he turned the hair dryer to the maximum gear.

Cai finally collapsed on the table, lowered his head and panted heavily, his vision became blurred, as if he couldn't see where the future of the two of them was.

He didn't know that cheating Sangran would make him feel so uncomfortable.

But he has no choice...why can't Sang Ran understand him...

He knew he didn't mean to lie to him...

He didn't return to the dormitory until twelve o'clock in the morning, the door was ajar, and there was no sound in the room, it seemed that they were all asleep.

He closed the door softly, but his own bed was tidy, he sighed, and lay down in the rare and spacious quilt.

Sang Ran didn't sleep all this time, looked at the top of the curtain and heard him go to bed, then turned over, feeling a little regretful.

He shouldn't have been so aggressive just now, he must have been crying...

Suddenly the bed shook again and made a creaking sound. Tan Minze lifted his quilt and got in, sticking tightly to his back.

"Sang Ran..." The voice was as aggrieved as a kitten whimpering.

Sang Ran turned around and hugged him tightly, "No more smoking in the future."

"Stop smoking..."

Sang Ran rubbed against his arms, "Sleep, good night."

"OK, good night……"

——"I won't listen to you anymore."

"Okay, Tan Minze..." Yang Jue held the phone, not angry because of his resistance, but could be said to be "happy"?

If he didn't stand up, how could he let him kneel down again?

At the bus stop, Tan Minze followed Sang Ran into the same car, he looked at Tan Minze puzzledly, "Are you going to take me home?"

"Ah."

It was like this the whole morning, no matter what he did or where he went, Tan Minze would follow him, obviously it wasn't like this before.

What was it that made him so anxious?

Along the way, neither of them had any conversation.

until after getting off.

Sang Ran did not give up, "You have nothing to tell me?"

Tan Minze smiled relaxedly, "I will miss you, come and pick you up tomorrow afternoon."

"It's not this." He raised his head with a serious expression, "Tell me what you're hiding from me."

"It's over, don't ask, okay?"

Sang Ran tightened the shoulder strap of her schoolbag, and sneered: "Don't come to pick me up tomorrow, we are so boring."

Tan Minze grabbed his hand in a hurry, ignoring the strange eyes of the people around him.

What does he mean by that?Want to break up with him?

Sang Ran opened his fingers one by one, "Don't think too much, I will wait for you, tell me when you think it through, go home now."

"Sang Ran..."

Sang Ran didn't stop because of his cry, he was not reconciled, the person he liked was suffering because of something that he didn't know, but he couldn't help anything, and he didn't even know the reason of the matter.

Being with Tan Minze is not to amuse him all day long, but to share joys and sorrows together, but now what is it like to be an outsider?

The phone suddenly vibrated, it was Yang Yu's call, Tan Minze answered the call, and sat down on the bench on the platform exhaustedly.

"Tan Minze, come to Xingyu KTV tonight."

"I said I won't listen to you anymore." I can't let Sang Ran be disappointed in him anymore.

"What? Don't want to care about your good friend's life?"

"Yang Ju, if you dare to touch him, I won't let you go!" Tan Minze tightened his trouser legs, his eyes were stained scarlet with anger.

But Yang Ju didn't care about his threats, and said in a frivolous tone, "Incompetent and furious? I don't even look at how heavy I am. It won't be too late when I can clenched my fists and say such things."

Tan Minze let him hit the sore spot with a word, couldn't bear it anymore and hung up the phone, trembling with anger.

——"At seven o'clock tonight, Xingyu KTV."

When he clicked on the picture in the text message, the whole world seemed to become a silent blank, only the "click" of his tears falling on the screen, so heartbreaking.