Chapter 59: Random Thoughts Early in the Morning

Bad luck is like a piece of chewing gum stuck to the sole of your shoe. It rubs against everything you walk on and sticks everywhere, making it very difficult to get rid of it.

What about gossip? What are they like?

They are insignificant grains of sand. A grain of sand can only blind one eye of a person and make that person cry in the wind.

A pile of sand is just a desert. As long as there is no wind in the desert, there will be many tourists from all over the world taking photos and checking in.

The only danger is when the wind blows. The sand is so light that it doesn't hurt much when it hits your body. The sand is loose and it's easy to break free from it.

So... what if it's a group of sand that's been there for a long time? The outside world keeps squeezing them, and they become closer and closer together. One day, they will become sedimentary rocks.

One day, harmless rumors will turn into a mountain of prejudice.

It lay there, like a stubborn stone, deeply rooted, no matter how many shovels of excuses or chisels of truth were used.

It can't be moved.

Yugong was able to move the mountain because the mountain was right in front of him and he could see and touch it.

What about the evil in people's hearts? What about the evil that is deliberately magnified?

It cannot be fully understood and cannot be cleansed.

…

Fang Ke liked the big bear he gave him very much. A few nights before school started, Shen Cinian was the first to notice that the big bear was not on the windowsill but was carried to the bed by Fang Ke.

Even though they are adults, they still sleep with their dolls in their arms, not afraid of catching a cold.

Chen Cinian had no choice but to acquiesce to Fang Ke's childish behavior, but he would always go into the guest room and cover him with a blanket in the middle of the night when Fang Ke was asleep.

The day before school started, Chen Cinian knocked on the door of the second bedroom, holding a folded blanket in his arms.

"Take it," Shen Qinian said. Seeing Fang Ke was stunned, he stretched out his hands to pry open his arms and put them into his arms. Then, as Fang Ke stared blankly, he patted his head and said, "This belongs to your little friend. Maybe he would rather cover himself with his own blanket."

Fang Ke took a while to react before he understood what Shen Cinian meant.

This blanket is for his big bear.

How did Shen Chenian know… How did Shen Chenian know! How did Shen Chenian know that he would cover Daxiong with a blanket before going to bed every night, and whether his own blanket would be blown by the wind was none of his business… But… How did Shen Chenian know that he would lose his blanket while sleeping in the middle of the night…

Shen Ci Nian entered his room.

Anyone who dared to do this without permission would have been in the hospital by now.

However, Shen Ci Nian's doing this did not give him a disgusting feeling.

He said that with the way he slept, it was impossible for him to wake up with the quilt still on him.

Just as Shen Cinian was about to leave, his waist was suddenly circled.

Fang Ke hugged him with a blanket. The soft touch of the blanket was very similar to...

It was like a big fluffy dog ​​pouncing on him.

He looked down, and Fang Ke still refused to let him see the expression on his face. Perhaps he felt embarrassed, so he buried his head awkwardly and hugged him motionlessly, as if waiting for something.

What are you waiting for?

What do puppies want when they jump on their owners?

Shen Cinian bent down slightly and hugged Fang Ke.

Of course the puppy wants a pair of arms to wrap around him.

Fang Ke was a bad dog. After enjoying the hug service from his master, he immediately turned his face against him, reached out and pushed Shen Cinian out of the door, and then slammed it shut.

"Who asked you to cover me with a blanket? I didn't ask you to," the voice from inside the door was a little hoarse.

"Really... you're going to rebel." Chen Qinian sighed at the door that suddenly closed inexplicably. He didn't care and coaxed him in a good-tempered manner, "You have to get up early to report tomorrow. Set the alarm clock and don't make me wake you up all the time."

This sounds like an order, but it is actually in the tone of negotiation.

"……Know."

The tone was cold, as cold as ever, but...

Actually, it’s not.

In fact, he was not resistant, and there was even a little bit of unknown emotion rising in his heart.

It's itchy, my heart is itchy, as if there is a green sprout in my heart that is about to break through the soil, and the walls of my heart are being pushed against it so hard that it is unbearable.

"I know you remember," Chen Cinian was always like this, always able to speak from his perspective, making it impossible for him to have the slightest thought of refusing. "Tomorrow is your first day of college, it's very important to you."

Is it important?

Actually, no. He didn't care about these things, but if tomorrow was the first day that Shen Ci Nian and he went to school together, then...

It can be important.

"Hmm," Fang Ke responded softly. He responded, but his voice was not loud. He didn't care whether Shen Cinian outside could hear him or not. He was responding for himself.

It can be important because of Shen Cinian.

He could become a genius student again and then apply for Shen Ci's graduate program.

He can become a good person who is not so good, because Shen Qinian said that there will be a new life in the future.

He has thought about a lot of bright futures these days. Everything seems to be moving in a good direction, and even the thorns on his body have become less severe.

On the morning of the reporting day, he got up very early and didn't let Chen Ci'nian wake him up. He spent a long time in the wardrobe, picking out his favorite light brown sweater and the off-white trousers that he had asked Sister Mi to help blow-dry the night before. He had deep expectations in his heart, those expectations were very secret, and he didn't even realize that he was looking forward to it so much, looking forward to the sun rising, looking forward to a new life.

He put on his clothes and looked at himself in the mirror for a long time, and suddenly felt that something was missing.

Missing a scarf.

Fang Ke took the scarf out of the cabinet. In fact, Chen Cinian never said that he gave it to him, but he also didn't ask him to return it. He assumed that it was given to him. What if he didn't give it to him? He just wanted to occupy it.

He wrapped Shen Cinian’s light-colored plaid scarf around his neck and went downstairs.

Breakfast was plain noodles and soy milk. Fang Ke sat down and poked the fried egg with chopsticks. The runny egg liquid dyed the noodles yellow, turning them into a golden color.

The sun is a large, runny egg that's been punctured. When it comes out, everything is dyed golden by its egg liquid. Fang Ke thought this inexplicably.

How baffling. Fang Ke despised himself, then lowered his head and drank a mouthful of the delicious noodle soup.

He never ate properly before. He would not eat takeout while it was hot. He would not eat it for a long time and would not bother to touch it. He would only get up and take a few bites when he was extremely hungry.

Unlike Chen Cinian's life, Mi Shimeng prepared three meals a day with great care, and the taste was incomparable to takeout. The environment at home was always peaceful, allowing him to calm down and patiently eat a hot meal.

Chen Cinian wanted him to take good care of his stomach, so Mi Shimeng always made some yam porridge for him.

While eating breakfast, Fang Ke silently looked at Shen Cinian's clothes.

Shen Cinian's coat was draped over the chair, and he was only wearing a pure black shirt with one of the top buttons undone, revealing his collarbone.

The belt on Chen Cinian's waist is a new product from Stefano Ri. This belt is made of entirely hand-sewn crocodile leather and costs about three million yuan.

It is expensive but inconspicuous, and looks like an ordinary belt, but only those who know the goods will know that this is one of the most luxurious brands in the world today.

Fang Ke recognized it because it was the only one who liked to use crocodile skin to make belts. He was very familiar with the feel of crocodile skin. In the past, he always smoked cigarettes made of crocodile skin. It was a magical feeling: he felt like his brain flew away for a short while.

The feeling of crocodile skin in close contact with the skin is actually quite good. Sometimes he would deliberately rub it with his fingertips, and the feeling is really great.

Shen Cinian's belt...

Fang Ke suddenly choked himself. He turned his body and coughed for a long time to stop the messy thoughts in his mind.

Damn it, what was he thinking about? Why was he thinking about such a shameful thing? Is he really that sick that he could even think about that while eating?

He was actually wondering if biting it with his mouth would feel like biting a cigarette.

After finally catching his breath, he glanced under the table for some reason and saw Shen Cinian's neatly tailored black trousers. Immediately, that unpleasant thought popped up in his mind again.

He…he wanted to crawl under the table…of course, it wasn’t his own initiative, he had to wait for Shen Cinian to ask him to do so, otherwise he would feel embarrassed and after crawling under the table…he would bite Shen Cinian’s…

Stop it, damn, he's got a terrible brain.

Fang Ke ate his noodles in silence, thinking of countless excuses to excuse himself.

How could he think of such a thing for no reason? It must be because the dream he had last night was too weird.

It was so weird. I don’t remember anything about the cause and effect, but I remember one scene very clearly.

…

In the dream, he was wearing a collar and standing by a burning old-fashioned fireplace, wiping his mouth. Shen Qinian was sitting on the sofa in front of the fireplace and asked him to come over and buckle his belt.

He paused to wipe his mouth and replied, "Fuck you."

Then he saw Shen Qinian suddenly reveal a somewhat frightening smile: "Don't curse."

…

It’s so weird, how could he have such a strange dream!

That dream was so real. Shen Qinian's face, blurred by the firelight, was so clear that one could even make out the tiny hairs on it. The warmth of the stove, the rustling of falling snow outside, the two people's breathing, one light and calm, the other heavy and rapid. How could those details be so real?

So true.

It's as if it really happened.

It was because of this damn dream that he started to have wild thoughts early in the morning.

Suddenly, the tail of the chopsticks hit his forehead lightly. Shen Qinian propped up his head and looked at him, saying in a gentle tone, "Student Fang Ke, if you keep daydreaming, I won't wait for you."

The noodles were already lukewarm, so Fang Ke quickly finished them. He drank half of the soy milk and left the other half on the table. He put his hands in his pockets and walked out, commanding: "Let's go."

"Wait a moment," Shen Cinian indulged him, not paying attention to his tone, but just picked up his coat, walked to the coffee table in front of the sofa, and picked up the employment letter and admission letter.

This place is only a twenty-minute walk from the National Defense University. It is still early now. It is just dawn outside and the sun is not out. It is snowing, but the snow is not heavy. Fang Ke suddenly wants to take a walk there.

He walked around the car, didn't get in, and waited with his arms folded.

Shen Cinian glanced at him and handed the car keys to Xiao Tang beside him, and Xiao Tang handed him a black umbrella.

"Let's go," Shen Cinian held up an umbrella to shield Fang Ke from the falling snow.

Fang Ke's hair was a little long, blocking his eyes. He could not see the road clearly, so he reached out and pushed his hair aside.

Slightly stunned.

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