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Chapter 17 Wilderness

Chi Yang walked into the classroom by stepping on the class bell.

It was the end of autumn and winter, but he didn't seem to feel cold at all. The zipper of his coat was open, and the earphone cord was hanging down. He pulled out the chair and sat down, and fell asleep.

After all, he is tall, and when he is not smiling, he is full of vigor and vigor, and there is a sense of presence that cannot be ignored when he pushes to the side - or it may be He Yi's selfishness, and he cannot be ignored.

He imagined how this person would treat him, and Chi Yang's performance did not disappoint him. He completely ignored him, but he didn't embarrass him by showing those childish expressions. He just turned the clock back to a few weeks ago. When they haven't confessed to each other, the water of the well does not violate the water of the river.

But even if Chi Yang gave him face in this way, the confusion in his heart still overflowed, enveloping him subtly.

He Yi turned a page of the book, silently recited the first word in the upper left corner, and thought, oh, well, we have become strangers again—he seemed to realize this fact until this second, his thoughts were calm, And some pantothenic acid.

The stranger leaned on his arm, pointed the back of his head at him, closed his eyes and plugged his earphones, separating himself from the world he was in.

The following day was ordinary, filled with courses and homework, and divided into three sections by two meals.

When the lunch bell rang, He Yi was doing the last question of the test paper—in fact, he didn’t have the obsession to stop until he had to finish it. In the past, even if the question in hand was not finished, he would be overwhelmed by the hungry person next to him. If the wolf cub pulls, he will put down his pen and get up.

However, without Chi Yang sticking to him today, he wrote down this question in a mysterious way, and went through the mechanical routine steps step by step.

There is an indescribable expectation under the tip of the pen, and I don't know what I am waiting for.

He didn't put down his pen until he caught a glimpse of Chi Yang getting up and leaving from the corner of his eye.

This person probably didn't wake up, or he lost his temper due to hunger, and he didn't restrain himself when he stood up and touched the chair, making a lot of noise.

The movement was so ear-piercing that it even alarmed the girls who stayed in the front row for self-study, but when it reached He Yi's ears, it was empty, like a heavy lock that had been dropped, and no one was around, and it would never be opened again.

What are you thinking.He lowered his eyes calmly, tidied up his things, closed the pen cap, and glanced at the half-closed back door.

Chi Yang had already left, as expected.

——I left and never came back, and I don’t know where I went.Chi Yang skipped class with ease, he no longer bothered to climb over the wall to leave school, no one would stop him when he swaggered through the door.

Especially when he is in a bad mood occasionally, and when he is expressionless, he is a natural villain. Few people will come to meddle in his business, and they can't.

The only person who can "control" him now has no such position.He Yi sat on the podium in charge of self-study discipline, lowered his head to calculate his own problems, occasionally raised his head to glance, glanced at the pair of empty seats in the corner of the classroom, and then calmly looked back.

Chi Yang may be in a bar at this time, or in another world that he has never seen or imagined - that is where Chi Yang should be.

Like a wolf born in the wilderness and growing up in the wilderness, it occasionally blends into human society on a whim, and doesn't mind being mistaken for a pet dog, and can even wag its tail and act coquettishly, I don't know who is coaxing whom—but Taking a step back, behind him is a dangerous and boundless wilderness, which humans cannot set foot on.

He Yi never saw Chi Yang again until after school in the evening.

It was Friday, and their school closed every other Monday, so they ended school in the evening.

He Yi went home to live as usual.

His home is in the suburbs, and it is difficult to get there by bus, so there will always be a driver to pick him up on this day, and the car will be parked at the back door.

It gets dark early in autumn and winter, but it's already dark at five o'clock.He Yi leaned in the aisle behind the teaching building, lowered his head to light a cigarette, a spark flickered and then dimmed, and then the smoke rose.

The car that came to pick him up was just a few steps away, separated by a wall, and the school gate was wide open. If any passing student took a few steps closer to take a closer look, he would notice this well-behaved boy in school uniform with a cigarette in his mouth.

Tall and thin, standing in the shadow at the junction of light and dark, like a escaping shadow.

It's Friday.He thought that the first time he met Chi Yang here was only two weeks ago.

It started abruptly and ended abruptly.

The driver only sent it to the gate of the community, and there was still a section of unmanned road waiting for him.He Yi closed the car door, thanked him politely, and turned to go home.

There are few such quiet residential areas in the outskirts of the city. If it wasn't for his father's Xi Jing, who insisted on staying here, he would actually prefer a place with a little smoke.

This is not in line with his personality—but even if it is a dead body, locked in a silent and boring coffin for a long time, it will yearn for the world.

Standing in the night, looking at the orderly lights belonging to their house, he suddenly missed the place where Chi Yang lived.

It's not necessarily where the excitement is going, even the villa area is quiet amidst the hustle and bustle, which is comparable to this place, but as long as the warm crystal chandelier in the living room is turned on, and the smell of heating and woody fragrances hits his face, he feels lively.

It was a kind of excitement that fascinated people, but they couldn't explain the reason.

But it's over.

He stifled the cigarette he had only touched once, and decided to attribute the light smell on his body to the driver's car, then lowered his head and straightened his collar before walking into the corridor.

A few minutes later, he opened the door and whispered to He Bin who was sitting on the sofa reading the newspaper: "I'm back."

Noncommittal, his father nodded.

From the moment he changed his shoes and stepped into this room, He Yi's originally gentle movements seemed to have been pressed on the mute button, and even his speech was low and well-behaved - this was counted in their family's explicit upbringing. Ten years as one day.

He didn't have any objections, and even followed these rules with a little subtle pleasure. After all, his father could only see him obeying the house rules, but he couldn't see how he lit his cigarette and dropped the ash on the door when he closed the door. The wooden floors were spotless.

But now he still has to stay in the living room for a while, chatting with his father about what he saw and heard at school in the past two weeks——He Bin asked a question and he answered it, behaved, and had no merit or fault.

The result is the first in the class, No.13 in the year.

The relationship with classmates is friendly, there is no conflict, and the monitor should be responsible.

Three meals a day, regular work and rest, nothing special.

Finally, he asked, seemingly unintentionally, why his mother wasn't here.

"Go back to my mother's house for a short stay," He Bin flipped through a page of the newspaper unhurriedly, "You probably won't see her this week."

natal family.He Yi nodded, and repeated these two words in his heart, thinking calmly that her natal family had long since abandoned her.

"Go back to your room first," He Bin seemed unwilling to say anything, "eat on time."

Dinner is at eight o'clock sharp. His mother is not here today, so the nanny will cook the meal.

The combination of meat and vegetables is rich in nutrition. He probably ate the same dishes and multi-grain rice two months ago, even the white radish and lotus root in the pork rib soup have not changed.

No one spoke at the dinner table. He Bin maintained the habit of the older generation of returnee intellectuals. He had to play the evening news while eating, so for a while, only the calm voice of the hostess and the slight sound of tableware colliding were left. sound.

He comes back every other week, and his parents know the time, and because of reason, his mother shouldn't pick this weekend to "go back to her mother's house".

He Yi lowered his gaze, took a sip of the soup slowly, and stopped the unconsciously stretched thoughts in mid-air, and stopped thinking about them.

He should just finish his meal quietly, drink a cup of hot milk, go back to his room to study, read the original text for an hour before going to bed, and then turn off the lights and go to sleep at 10:30 on time.Don't think too much, don't ask anything.

But today's customary silence didn't last until the end of dinner—He Bin went out to answer the phone, and then came back quickly with a grim expression, told him to go to bed on time after eating, and then left.

Now only the voice of the hostess reading the broadcast is left. When it comes to a domestic violence incident, after many mediations, the couple cleared up their old suspicions, got back together, and even had a child.

He put down the bowl and chopsticks, took out a piece of paper and wiped his mouth, looked up at the news with a blank face and cold eyes.

Like watching some ridiculously exaggerated satire.

I don't know how long it took, until the news was over and the screen cut to the commercial time, he moved his straight shoulders, took out the cigarette case from the pocket of his school uniform, lit a cigarette, and pressed it into the pork rib soup with a calm expression .

The sparks blew out white smoke with a prick, and then went out.

The absurd loneliness came silently, pouring out from every corner of the house, enveloping him inescapably like long-lasting dust.

He suddenly wanted to see Chi Yang very much.

Give him a hug, or just say a few words - if he says he can't sleep or is in a bad mood, Chi Yang will definitely stay with him.

He took out his phone, unlocked it, opened WeChat, turned to Chi Yang's column in the contacts, and clicked on it.

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