Author: Steam Peach.
Copywriting Introduction: No one knew that Professor Yan, who amazed the entire academic community, would be troubled by his mental state.
He takes his medication on time and avoids going out on all rainy nights.
For many years, nothing happened.
Even when he saw the shepherd on the night after drinking, Yan Zhi was as calm as usual.
Even if the pastor himself should be 11,000 kilometers away, holding another actor trophy to make a speech.
Yan Zhi can always see Mu Changjue, the elder brother Mu Changjue who ran through the first nineteen years of his life, the actor Mu Changjue who will always be golden in any shot, and the ex-boyfriend Mu Changjue who disappeared with the night rain.
He exhausted all kinds of disgust**, but he still lost to the initial reflex in the end.
No matter how painful the rubber band flicked on the wrist, it was difficult to resist the impulse brought by that void hug.
Excerpt from the text: When I was still in Si City, the insurance I bought from the school could cover a large part of the medical expenses.
But the remaining part of the medicine money still needs Yan Zhi to work two jobs to barely provide it.
One hundred and sixty-eight hours a week, Yan Zhi only has two hours of rest on Sunday afternoons.
The house he rented was close to the railroad tracks, and next to the station was a community church.
The church is surrounded by red and white roses, which form a whole wall of flowers in the abundant sunlight of Phra City.
Yan Zhi is not religious.
But after that illness, he would often come here to pass the two hours he had set aside each week.
The Sunday afternoon service was over.
Yan Zhizhi sat in the narrow confessional room.
Through the diamond-shaped openwork panes, he could see shadows in the multicolored glass.
The train passed not far away, and the tremor came from under the old cracked marble floor, accompanied by the long whistle.
The priest had long since left.
Yan Zhi looked intently at the concave spire of the confessional room.
There is a small angel statue carved there.
After the first year of coming to Si City, it seems that half of his world has permanently stayed at the moment of leaving his homeland, and the remaining half has solidified with Zhilu's departure.
Yan Zhi tried his best to keep the other parts of time on the right track in the eyes of ordinary people.
Except for these two hours a week.
He used to mend and rehabilitate.
It was a hot day, and on the way here, there were children eating ice cream around the fountain in front of the church.
Yan Zhi also liked to eat ice cream when he was a child.
But the shepherd would not let him.
Yan Zhidu is in elementary school, and it depends on his eyes to buy snacks.
This point was quickly discovered by the classmates in the class, who laughed at him with their shoulders on their backs: "Brother Tian showed off his martial arts in school, but he was strictly controlled by his brother at home." My mom didn't care about my dad in such a big battle, so I left a hundred dollars for my dad! ”
Brother Tian studied so well, it turned out that your eldest brother taught him! ”
Oooh oh! Brother Tian is not afraid of the sky, Brother Tian is not afraid of the ground, he is afraid that his brother will lose his temper! Oooh oh! ”
Not to mention that in the class, the six-and-a-half-year-old Yan Zhi is also a "ruthless character" in the entire second grade, so he must not fall into the reputation of "strict brother".
When he got out of school, he hugged Mu Changjue's thigh viciously, "Mu Changjue, buy me popsicles!" ”
This kind of bear child behavior, the shepherd felt that he did not see much in him, and he thought it was quite interesting.
He rubbed the little cub's head, "What popsicle?" Yan Tiantian, did I hear it wrong? ”
Cubs can be killed, not humiliated.
Yan Zhi twisted with him, "A new kind of green tongue popsicle sold at the entrance of our school, the whole class has eaten it, but I haven't eaten it." ”
Hey, you're the most unique in the class, isn't it? Shepherd Jue bent down a little, "I'll carry it home and make you milk pudding and steamed bean buns, okay?" ”
Yan Zhi felt bad, it was too shameless.
It's not that he doesn't have any money.
In front of Mu Changjue, he went to the small supermarket and spent three yuan and five to buy the most popular ** popsicle, and opened it majestically.
The shepherd felt behind him, and followed with his pocket.
Although the pastor was only a twelve-year-old child at that time, he was still much taller than the frail and sickly Yan Zhi.
Yan Zhi took the cold white popsicle and glanced at Mu Changjue, who was pestle on the side.
The shepherd's expression was indifferent, and he did not stop or speak, but just looked at him calmly.
Yan Zhi stretched out a little tip of his tongue and carefully touched the popsicle.
He has been raised by the shepherd since he was a child, and he only needs to taste it to know if something is really delicious.
The green apple-flavored popsicles are cool, sweet, and refreshing at first glance.
But when you smack it carefully, it's just a smell of industrial saccharin, which can't compare with the fruits and snacks that the shepherd usually feeds him.
Knowing that it was not delicious, Yan Zhi was still a little competitive, licking his lips while duplicitous, "This is quite delicious, do you want to try it?" ”
Well, you eat it yourself. The shepherd even had a little smile on the corner of his mouth, "After eating the whole root, you will eat this for dinner today." ”
Yan Zhi's scalp was numb.
The shepherd found it difficult to lose his temper with him, but once this kind of smile appeared on his face, there was basically something bad about it.
But Yan Zhi was unwilling to show weakness like this.
Who wants to keep making others feel that they have to listen to their brother for everything?
He doesn't want to lose face?
The shepherd felt that his legs were long, and after saying that sentence to him, he took the lead in the car.
Obviously, he wanted to fulfill his wish, and left him alone.
A small short leg held a green popsicle that was not embarrassing or embarrassing, and followed behind him.
When he got to the car, the shepherd felt that he did not sit in the back seat with him as usual, and sat in the co-pilot.
After all, he was still a very young child, Yan Zhi quietly stuffed the popsicle back into the bag, and sat in the back seat without daring to breathe.
The shepherd didn't talk to him all the way, so Yan Zhi pretended to look at the scenery outside the car window naturally.
But how he thinks and how wronged.
Isn't it normal for me to want to eat popsicles just like my classmates?
Why did the shepherd snub him?
He's in the second grade, and he can't cry.
When the shepherd got out of the car, the child in the back seat had not moved.
He pulled open the back door, "Why don't you come out?" ”
A small wet face rose inside.
The shepherd immediately bent down, frowned and asked him, "Why are you crying?" ”
Yan Zhi shook his head, "No." ”
Feeling sick? The shepherd carefully lifted him out of the car while wiping his tears, "What's wrong?" ”
Yan Zhi reached out and hugged his neck, and rubbed all the slimy sweet juice on his school uniform with one hand.
The pastor Jue didn't care about the school uniform that was soiled by him, and carried him all the way home, "Every day, why are you crying?" ”
Stomach aches. Yan Zhi cried so facelessly that he could only make up a reason.
The shepherd felt that he hugged him tighter, "I will go home immediately, and hold on for a while." ”
Yan Zhiwen let out an angry "um" and threw himself around his neck, "Brother hug." ”
Brother hug. The shepherd looked at the popsicle bag he was holding in his hand and found that he hadn't eaten much, still gently rubbing the back of his neck, "Brother is here." ”
Haitang was reading the newspaper in the living room, and when she heard them come in, she turned her head and stood up, "Yo, what's wrong?" Why are we unhappy every day? ”
I didn't look at it, so I ate a cold mouth, and it was uncomfortable. The shepherd was concise and walked to his bedroom with the child in his arms.
Pastor Jue. Begonia's brows furrowed, "Can our children eat cold?" He has an upset stomach easily, don't you know or what's going on? How did you do this brother? ”
She caught up and gently touched Yan Zhi's little back, "Is the baby uncomfortable?" Auntie asked your dad to come and have a look? It's all to blame on the shepherd. ”
Don't dad. Don't talk about the pastor. Yan Zhi hugged Shepherd Changjue's neck tightly, and he couldn't protect it," he said. ”
Don't say it, don't say it," Haitang just cried when he saw that he was fine, and smiled, "You and your baby shepherd feel the best in the world, okay?" ”
It was obviously his own problem, but the pastor felt that he was to blame for him.
Yan Zhi also had a conscience, and nodded solemnly, "The pastor feels the best for me, and he and I are the best in the world." ”
Okay, okay," Haitang couldn't stand her little baby's numbness, and commanded her son, "Hurry up and take it away, and I'll send you two some porridge later." The shepherd thinks you should rest with him every day, so as not to make him uncomfortable. ”
Lying on the bed of Shepherd Changjue, Yan Zhi wrapped himself tightly in the quilt and looked at Shepherd Changjue like a little silkworm chrysalis, "Shepherd Changjue, are you still angry?" ”
The shepherd reached into the quilt and protected his little belly, "Oh, you know I'm angry? ”
Yan knew that he was at a loss, holding his stomach and pretending to be pitiful, "Shepherd Jue, my stomach hurts every day." ”
The shepherd's palm was warm, and his voice softened, "It doesn't hurt to rub it, let's drink some porridge later, okay?" ”
Yan Zhi curled up in the palm of his hand, and suddenly remembered something, "Shepherd Jue, I have taken the first test in our grade again." ”
He has just finished four semesters of classes, and at the end of the midterm, he has already taken seven firsts, and the eighth is not uncommon.
But he knew that telling the shepherd about it would make him happy.
Sure enough, the pastor Jue gently combed his broken hair, "We are so good every day, and we don't give other students a chance?" ”
Originally, they were all accustomed to it, so that the shepherd felt a boast, and Yan Zhi was fluttering again.
He hatched out of the bed, chrysalis and took out the certificate from the school bag, "Look! 'He: Yan Zhengtian, won the first place in the grade in the final exam of the second semester of the year'! ”
The pastor read all the words on it seriously, and pasted the certificate of award with scotch tape next to the bedside.
There is already a slip on it, all of which are all Yan Zhide's various awards, and the orange gradient is fierce, and it looks like a whole sunset evening scene.
In addition to the ranking in the exam, there was also the second prize of the egg protection competition, the three-legged and stool grabbing competition participation awards, etc., and the pastor Jue carefully pasted every award certificate that Yan knew on the wall.
Yan Zhi grabbed the hand that Shepherd Changjue put on his stomach and looked at him pitifully from the bottom up, "I have taken the first exam, aren't you angry?" ”
Before the shepherd Jue could speak, he had already obediently blocked other people's words, "I will never eat cold again every day, I will listen to the pastor every day, and be a qualified 'brother in strict control'." ”
At the end, he had to stack another layer of double insurance, "Shepherd Jue, every day now my stomach hurts." ”
The shepherd felt that he touched his head lightly with his fingers, and he couldn't say anything, and in the end he just smoothed his hair, "You are really promising." ”
The shepherd found it really too difficult to lose his temper with him.
His smile and gentleness are easily reproducible.
But Yan Zhi thought that he could only make up for the joys, sorrows, and sorrows of Mu Changjue through this little thing.
So why did you leave? When he heard the voice coming from the other side of the confessional room, Yan Zhi's whole body froze.
After three or four seconds, Yan Zhi got up from the confessional room in a hurry.
His legs were numb on his knees, and he was almost entirely supported by the wooden door, struggling to get to the priest's place.
The pastor sat on the wooden chair listening, with his long legs folded and one hand on his cheek, "Tiantian, how are you?" ”
Obviously, I haven't seen it for a year, but this "every day" is like a world away.
All the emotions were hidden by Yan Zhiyin in a trembling voice, "Why are you here?" ”
The shepherd looked up and smiled a little, "Why, aren't you waiting for me?" ”
One sentence collapsed Yan Zhiwen.
A year's despair and grievances burst in an instant.
He rushed forward, his eyes red, "The shepherd thinks you ......."”
The pastor raised his hand towards him, and Yan Zhi reflexively hugged him.
He didn't know how hard to control the hugging illusion at the time, so hard and so hard that he almost lost his balance when his arms fell into the air.
The little girl by the fountain took the unfinished ice cream, looked at Yan Zhi and then at her mother, innocent and curious, "Why did the white-haired man talk to the air and why did he fall?" Is he sick? ”
The young mother took the little girl by the hand and prayed in a low voice to leave.
May the Father bless him. ”
At this moment, Wang Songtao looked at him like that confused little girl, as if he was going to ask Yan Zhi why he was talking to the air in the next sentence.
Yan Zhi has dealt with this situation more than once.
He turned the black leather band on his wrist repeatedly, as if nothing happened, "Didn't you go to get pickles, why didn't you move?" ”
Wang Songtao closed his open mouth for a while, and licked his lips again, "Why don't I avoid it first?" ”
Yan Zhi didn't understand this, and raised his eyebrows to look at him, "What?" ”
A bony hand reached over, and he couldn't help but grab his wrist, carefully and steadily holding both sides, avoiding the ** that was bounced red.
What's the matter, does it hurt? The shepherd asked in a bad tone.
He looked down at the red marks on Yan Zhi's hands, gasped slightly, kept rubbing his thumb gently, and frowned at him again, "Speak, does it hurt?" ”
Yan Zhihan raised his hand and looked at his wrist in silence.
Wang Songtao looked at the side face of Mu Changjue, his lips were tense, and he couldn't wait to say to Yan Zhi in ventriloquism: "Such a big living person, how can you treat him as air?" ”