It's okay, don't flirt!

Chapter 12 Chapter 12

In the morning, Ming Zhiyan was woken up by the rigorous howling of ghosts and wolves.He rushed into the strict room in a hurry, saw him roll over with his arms covered, grinned, bent down, and gently raised his arms. The skin around the plaster was still normal, and there was no sign of swelling. Could it be an infection?But yesterday did not touch the water.

When he asked about the symptoms worriedly, his eyebrows were wrinkled rigorously, and he said in pain, "I forgot, I turned over and pressed my arm."

Knowing that his worries were fed to the dog, he bent his fingers and flicked his forehead, "Sit up, I'll dress you."

Opening the closet, there are shiny white short sleeves, whitish blue short sleeves, the color of the ghost hitting the wall, and they are all pullover T-shirts. The curved arms are very frustrating to put on and take off.

Ming Zhiyan went to his closet to get a pink and white casual shirt, straightened him up and sat down, and first put his right arm into it little by little, "Come on, left hand." He stretched out his left hand rigorously and obediently.

Knowing that Yan lowered his head and buttoned his buttons one by one, close at hand, the brother's careful and gentle movements fell into his eyes, his eyes were lowered rigorously, and his eyes followed the thoughtful movements of the senior brother.Knowing that Yan has buttoned up the buttons, but afraid that he would feel hot, he rolled up the cuffs one by one.After finishing, look at the strictness, his clothes are a bit loose for him, always feel like a child stealing an adult's clothes.

He was still staring at himself in a daze, knowingly stroking his messy hair, "What are you thinking? Where's Sichun?"

I thought he would say something like senior brother can also joke, but his rigorous eyes were still blank, grinning, "Senior brother, you are like my father."

"I don't want to take advantage of this kind of advantage. Go and wash up." Knowing that Yan only wanted a partner, he didn't think about raising a son. What kind of hobby does this kid have? He calls everyone Dad.However, on the bed... the sinful desires confused the mind, and he stopped knowingly, trying to preserve what little sanity he had left.

Yan Yan brushed his teeth, washed his face, and looked at himself in the mirror with his arms dangling and wearing clothes one size larger. Such a handsome self.He was hungry, so he didn't indulge in his own beauty, and hurried out, "Brother, I'm going to eat first!"

Knowing that Yan hadn't reacted yet, the person had already run away without a trace.

Today's class was a little awkward, Yan Jing held the chalk in his left hand, and wrote down the word Jing Ke stroke by stroke. There was a chuckle from the audience, he stepped off the podium, and took a step backwards to examine his original handwriting, which was even worse than He Ming's cartoons. Ugly, he gave up writing on the blackboard and walked up and down the aisle with his textbooks in hand, communicating with his classmates at close range.

As the end of school is approaching, the residual heat of summer lingers, and people are always prone to sleepiness. Sitting in the back row by the window, Wang Wenran is sleeping soundly on his stomach at the moment, and he is rigorous and expresses his understanding.He didn't intend to wake him up, he was already drowsy, and when he woke up, he would be groggy and unable to hear anything, he might as well take a nap, at least this time can be used to refresh his mind, it's not in vain.

When the bell rang for the end of get out of class, the children ran away like chickens released from the pen to grab food in the cafeteria.Rigorous and semi-crippled, he could only slowly sort out his lesson plans, finally tidy up neatly, and was about to leave. When he glanced at him, Wang Wenran was still sleeping on his stomach.

What if you don't eat actively?He walked to the table and patted his shoulder, "get out of class is over, go eat quickly."

Wang Wenran was dazed and hummed hoarsely.

Yan Yan shook his head, his face was pale and strangely red, he stretched out his hand to touch his forehead, it was terribly hot.Yan Jing shook him awake, "Go, I'll take you to the school hospital."

Wang Wenran couldn't part his eyelids, frowned, put his arms around his neck rigorously, supported his waist, and walked out the door.

A man with a severed arm was hugging an unconscious man. The child was not small, and the whole body was pressed against Yan Jing's body, and it was too difficult to move.However, there was no one in the building, and everyone went to eat. Teacher Yan, who was physically disabled and strong, relied on his belief in being a teacher, and moved people into the school hospital.

After handing it over to the doctor, he lay on the bed next to him panting for breath, and the phone rang, "Hello...brother."

Knowing that Yan stood waiting for him at the entrance of the cafeteria for a long time, and no one came for a long time, he made a call. Hearing his angry voice, he felt something was wrong, "Where are you, why don't you come to eat?"

"school clinic."

"Why did you send it in again? Why did you hurt your hand in the last class?" But it's normal to think about it. It's not surprising that anything happens to a person who can wake himself up in pain after sleeping.

Yan Jing felt that he might be mentally handicapped in the mind of his senior brother. The teachers who fell on the podium were all exhausted. Who would have broken a bone...

Knowing that after listening to his great love with a disabled body and a strong heart, he was silent, and felt much more relieved, "Come and eat."

The buns for breakfast are soy milk, which is easy to hold and easy to eat. He has never thought that eating at noon will cause a lot of trouble, such as serving this plate. Waiting to eat together.

Rigorous and unable to use chopsticks with his left hand, he just holds a spoon to eat, scoops a spoonful of rice, chews and swallows, then scoops another spoonful of vegetables, scoops a spoonful, scoops... Damn, I can't scoop it up...

He bowed his head and pulled the vegetable pick to the edge of the plate, his face was almost stuffed into the plate, knowing that sitting opposite him laughed, no matter how you looked at it, it was no different from a puppy eating.

Hearing the ridicule, Yan Jing felt that the senior brother was too rude. He raised his head and wanted to accuse this kind of behavior with resentful eyes, but saw Ming Zhiyan picked up the vegetables with a smile, and handed them to his mouth, "Open your mouth."

Rigorous and distracted, he opened his mouth obediently, his head was empty.Senior brother's smile, holding him yesterday, blowing his hair, changing his clothes, and feeding him, all the pictures overlapped together, shining brightly, and finally, they all converged into a gentle face of senior brother.It's been a long time since anyone took care of him and cared about him like this. It seemed that he was about to forget the feeling of being loved by others, and suddenly he lost it again, like picking up driftwood in the wild sea, and he didn't want to let go after grabbing it.

"Ah." Ming Zhiyan looked at him blankly, and refused to eat the food when it was brought to his mouth, teaching him to open his mouth like coaxing a child.Yan Jing followed, opened his mouth and took another bite, wiped the watery lips with the chopsticks and pulled them out, knowingly lowered his head to hold the food and put it into his mouth, waves surged in the invisible eyes of others, he lost his reason, the devil Startled.He thought, if he was willing to travel through mountains and rivers with him, wouldn't it be enough to do everything in his power to keep him safe?The current self is capable of doing it.

"Come on, have another bite."

After eating, I carefully packed another takeaway, wanting to visit Wang Wenran.

In the ward, Wang Wenran was on an IV drip, leaning on the bed and looking out the window.This child is very deserted, and he doesn't often talk to people on weekdays. With his somewhat flamboyant face, he always looks very out of tune.

"Hungry, the teacher brought you food." Yan Yan set up the dining board, pushed it in front of him, and passed the chopsticks over.

Wang Wenran looked at the rigor, it was not easy for him to carry himself here, "Thank you."

Seeing him burying his head in his meal, his hand holding the chopsticks was still shaking, and his body was probably still weak.

"You don't have to go to class in the afternoon, just go home."

Guangming High School is compulsory to live on campus during the week, and there is no requirement on weekends. The children usually go home on Friday. After all, they are not big, and they still feel homesick.

Wang Wenran didn't look up, but stopped the movement of his hands, and then shook his head slowly, "I also live on campus on weekends."

If you are sick, you still have to be taken care of, and your roommate is not around on weekends, so how can you feel at ease living alone.Yan Yan thought that he was far away from home, and felt that it was inconvenient to go home alone, "I'll call your parents and ask them to pick you up?"

Seeing that Yan Jing got up to leave, Wang Wenran reached out and grabbed the edge of his shirt, "No need."

Turning around rigorously, he faintly sensed that he was not in the right mood, so he didn't talk too much, and looked at the person quietly, wanting to wait for him to speak.

The young man turned his head sideways, looked at the concern in the rigorous expression, lost in silence first, and pulled out a seemingly open-minded smile, "My mother is not in the country, my father, he has his own life."

Wang Wenran's parents divorced when he was in the second year of junior high school, but they had different life philosophy and broke up peacefully. The only thing they could do for their son was to give him the last year of peace before he became an adult, and they didn't tell their son until after the high school entrance examination.

After all, he was only 16 years old, he couldn't put his fake smile back and forth freely, his eyes were covered with gray, but the upturned corners of his mouth couldn't be retracted, and his expression was weird.

Sooner or later, in various forms, growing pains will eventually appear in everyone's life, and every injury changes the trajectory of life, for better or for worse.The people who show up at the event matter, the timing matters, and those are the factors that affect how things go.The formation of life is so wonderful, there are thousands of possible you, and only one of you is real in the end.

Yan Jing also imitated the way of knowing what to say, curled up his fingers, and flicked his forehead, "I will be a teacher for a day and a father for the rest of my life. I will be your father. Eat well."

If you live on campus, you can live on campus. I have nothing to do on weekends, so I can stay with him.

Tired of spring and autumn, Yan Jing was sitting on the bed next to him, thinking about clearing the dining table after he finished eating, but he didn't expect this bed to be too comfortable, so he fell asleep leaning against it.

Wang Wenran finished his meal, finished his drip, and the nurse left for a long time after pulling out the needle. He was rigorous and still sleepy, drooling profusely.Seeing this teacher, who was not a few years older than himself, sleep into such a virtue, the tall image of rigorousness that had just been established in his heart collapsed unknowingly.

Wang Wenran suddenly wanted to touch the curly hair that was gently fluttered by the wind, but when he opened his eyes rigorously, he hurriedly withdrew his eager hand, planed his hair, and stretched his waist, "Brother Yan, fight!" It's over."

"Huh?" He was still awake, "Oh, okay, let's go."

Principal Ming realized that he was not doing his job properly, and he was not serious about his work, so he was thinking about what time he would take his juniors to dinner.It's only four o'clock, knowing that Yan wants to skip work, and the younger brother needs to make up for it, so he needs to eat something good, so I should take him out to eat in the afternoon.

He was thinking about which restaurant had the best stewed soup, and made a call, "What's for dinner?"

"Ah? Old Shen said that he made soup and asked Wang Wenran and me to go to Lao Shen's dormitory."

Knowing that the sun was shining brightly in Yan's heart, now his whole body was covered with cold air, "Oh? Is that so?" I took good care of him for a whole day, and even threw myself aside when it was time to eat.

"Brother, do you want to come too?"

"Okay." Principal Ming's mood was completely manipulated by his little junior between the applause, but he didn't know it.