TMISIU – chapter 25

He opened the lunch box, buried his head and ate, eating faster and faster, gorging on the food like someone who had been starving for days.

Only in this way could he control himself from breaking into that ward and loudly said to them:

I am Cangse Sanren’s son.

You should all love me.

I am also very uncomfortable, my heart hurts, and I’m living in pain.

Why don’t you care about me?

How come no one has ever shed tears because of heartache for me?

After eating, he felt a little nausea. He took out a bottle of water from his pocket, tilted his head and took a few mouthfuls of water before the burst of vomiting was suppressed.

Wei Ying put down the water bottle and saw a pair of long legs appear in front of him, and then the legs were bent.

Lan Zhan squatted in front of him, looking up at him.

He rarely had the opportunity to look down at Lan Zhan like this.

The lights in the corridor fell on Lan Zhan’s face, and the shadows under the brow bones seemed more profound, and the deep eyes looking at him were obviously worried.

Lan Zhan stretched out his hand to twist a grain of rice away from his mouth and asked him in a low voice, “Wei Ying, what’s wrong with you?”

Wei Ying looked at Lan Zhan in a daze, like a drowning man looking at the only driftwood, and a person in the dark looking at the only light.

He suddenly asked: “Lan Zhan, if one day I get sick and it hurts very much, will you come to see me?”

Lan Zhan frowned slightly and asked, “Why do you ask such a question?”

Wei Ying asked paranoidly: “So will you come to see me?”

Lan Zhan was silent for a while before saying: “You won’t get sick.”

The tone was determined and almost naive, as if he could be sure that he would be disease-free and disaster-free throughout his life, and he would have lots of blessings and happiness.

Wei Ying’s heart was sour, he smiled and said, “Lan Zhan, I want to go back.”

Lan Zhan stood up: “I will send you back.”

“Don’t you need to stay here to accompany him?” Wei Ying sat still and asked a question that was cruel to himself.

Lan Zhan said flatly: “He has many relatives with him.”

He bent over to hold Wei Ying’s hand, pulled him up from the bench, and whispered:

“But you seem to only have me now.”

Wei Ying was suffocated, he almost shed tears. At that moment, he wanted to ask Lan Zhan very much.

Do you like me a little bit too?

But in the end he didn’t have the courage.

He was afraid that it was just his own illusion.

Once asked, there would be no room for maneuver.

Lan Zhan carried Wei Ying’s school bag and took Wei Ying into Lan’s car.

Song Zichen drove the car to Gusu High School.

In the car, Wei Ying looked at the neon lights flying quickly outside the window, and then at the silent Lan Zhan beside him.

Lan Zhan noticed his gaze and turned to look at him under the dim light.

The colorful neon lights reflected in his eyes, showing soft colors in the light and shadow.

Wei Ying opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but in the end he just said: “It is too late to draw the comic for you today.”

Lan Zhan replied to him, “It’s okay.” After a pause, he said, “Give it to me tomorrow.”

Wei Ying nodded and said nothing.

He looked at the neon outside the window again, he thought.

This road should be longer and longer.

Long enough that Lan Zhan would always have only him by his side.

But after the evening rush hour, the city was no longer congested.

The car quickly drove to the gate of Gusu High School and Wei Ying reluctantly followed Lan Zhan getting out of the car.

Lan Zhan still carried Wei Ying’s school bag and sent him all the way to the dormitory building.

The campus was silent on a Sunday night, with only the soft noise of the October evening breeze.

Wei Ying stood at the door of the first floor of the dormitory, the only remaining light was very dim, and he always seemed to have more courage in the dimness. He said to Lan Zhan.

“Lan Zhan, I am sad today, can I ask for midterm rewards in advance?”

Although he hadn’t made it into the top fifty yet, nor could he absolutely guarantee that he would be in the top fifty.

But Lan Zhan seemed to be particularly indulging him tonight, he replied softly: “Yes, what do you want?”

Wei Ying didn’t answer.

He threw himself on Lan Zhan in the dark, slightly on tiptoe, wrapped his hands around Lan Zhan’s neck and put his chin on Lan Zhan’s broad shoulders, gently rubbing it like a puppy.

 

Lan Zhan froze, he subconsciously wanted to push the person away, but in the end he withdrew his hand.

Wei Ying’s eyelashes quivered, and he whispered:

“Lan Zhan, I will also strive to become a strong and optimistic adult.”

Just like what you said to Jiang Cheng.

He quickly let go of Lan Zhan, otherwise he was afraid that his heartbeat would be heard.

“Okay, I am not sad now, thank you.”

Wei Ying took his school bag from Lan Zhan and ran quickly up to the dormitory building.

Lan Zhan stood motionless until the sensor lights in the corridor went out one by one.

He walked towards the school gate.

Later, Lan Zhan would always remember that night, if the time was reversed, letting him go back to that time.

He would definitely hug the person in his arms back hard.

Told him.

You don’t need to be an adult.

You only need to be my most favorite child in the world.