God, I'm tired

Chapter 8

After eating, the four of them separated at the school gate, and the three of Su Yan wanted to go back to study at night.Before leaving, Zhao Yuan gave Lin Han a meaningful look, rubbed Su Yan's head, and said that he would come to pick him up at night, and then left with a smile on his face under Lin Han's cold eyes.

At ten o'clock, the three of them finished their evening self-study. Zhao Yuan was already waiting at the school gate. Lin Han didn't borrow the monitor's house, but went to the hotel for a night. The two walked in the opposite direction from Su Yan. To say that staying at Su Yan's house is of course going with Su Yan.

The two were walking on the street. Under the night, the shops on both sides were surrounded by students from the same school. Many people on bicycles passed by the two. The third-year students did not pay attention to the school at all after a hard day. Repeatedly reminded to be careful when riding a bicycle, Zhao Yuan pulled Su Yan to his side indiscriminately, dodging a bicycle that was advancing in an S shape.

Su Yan looked at the bicycle going away, he blinked at Zhao Yuan, and asked, "You really want to live in my house? Don't you have a house?"

Just as Zhao Yuan wanted to say solemnly, you promised me, Su Yan kicked over: "Go play while I'm drunk, so I won't agree."

"How do you know?" Zhao Yuan raised his eyebrows.

"I don't know, let's intuit it." Su Yan looked at a bookstore called "Linjian Academy" and pointed, "I want to go in and have a look, don't you mind."

Zhao Yuan shook his head and said, "I don't mind."

Walking into Linjian Academy, the academy is open 24 hours a day. There are three floors in total. The decoration is very retro. The cashier counters are all made of mahogany. Behind is a girl in a red cheongsam, half-squinting her eyes and reading a book fascinated.

Su Yan knocked on the table, the girl raised her head and said with a smile: "Su Yan, I thought you wouldn't come." The girl greeted Su Yan very familiarly, it seems that Su Yan is a regular visitor here.

Su Yan scratched his head and said, "I've been busy recently, Jiuqi, is Qing Yuanda's book here?"

"It's here, I'll keep it for you. A collector's edition of "Chaos" has entered the store." Chen Jiuqi smiled and took out a beautifully packaged cardboard box from under the counter and handed it to Su Yan.

When Su Yan saw the gold-plated "Chaos" collector's edition on the cardboard box, his eyes turned into crescents, and he rubbed it cheerfully. Then, under Chen Jiuqi's expectant eyes, he took out a book from his schoolbag and handed it over, "Hey, come on. I promised you this time, Qing Ge Guo Zhou's autograph."

Chen Jiuqi happily took it, rummaged through it, and said with a light smile, "Su Yan, I really want to know what relationship you have with Master Qing Ge."

Su Yan blinked, and leaned over pretending to be mysterious: "You guess." Chen Jiuqi was so angry that he pushed him.

Zhao Yuan stepped forward, looked at Chen Jiuqi, and asked, "Here is the book about Qing Ge crossing the boat." Affirmative sentence.

Chen Jiuqi's eyes lit up immediately: "Yes, there are collections, collections, and regular editions. Which one do you want? Qing Geda's autograph is also available." She looked like she had seen the same kind.

"Collector's edition comes in one set." Zhao Yuan smiled, "Can I store it here first? I'll come and get it tomorrow morning."

"Okay, but I won't be looking at the store tomorrow morning, so you can leave your personal information." Chen Jiuqi took out a piece of paper from the drawer and handed it over.

After Zhao Yuan filled out his personal information, Su Yan waved goodbye to Chen Jiuqi, and the two walked out of the academy. There were not many students outside, only a few were walking in twos and threes, and the night finally had the silence he should have.

Zhao Yuan wanted to help Su Yan hold the cardboard box, but Su Yan refused. In desperation, he asked, "You seem to know that girl very well."

Su Yan nodded, and raised a dull hair on his head that had been rubbed too much: "I saw this academy when I was in the first year of high school, and found that there were a lot of books in it, so I often went there to buy books, and I became familiar with it."

Zhao Yuan resisted the urge to ravage Xiaodai Mao, and pointed to the cardboard box in Su Yan's arms: "Do you like this author very much?"

"Yes." Su Yan nodded, looking at the person's name tenderly, the emotion in his eyes seemed to overflow: "I like it very much."

Even though the young man lowered his head, Zhao Yuan seemed to be able to see the young man's big eyes full of admiration. He looked at the young man softly, and raised his hand to rub the little hair. He was very curious, so he asked gently: " What do you like about him?"

"What do you like about him?" Su Yan muttered in a low voice, and an inaudible sigh escaped from his lips, which was caught by Zhao Yuan sensitively, "Salvation, I like his salvation."

"Redemption." Looking at Su Yan like this, Zhao Yuan had the urge to hug him into his arms, but he restrained himself, "What redemption."

Su Yan shook his head and looked back at Linjian Academy. There was only one red dot left on the red lantern outside the academy. In the night, against the backdrop of the incandescent lamps on both sides, it was particularly eye-catching. Turning to meet Zhao Yuan's eyes, Su Yan suddenly had the urge to confide, and when the words were about to blurt out, a scene of lightning and thunder flashed in his mind, "You won't understand." With a very firm tone, Zhao Yuan understood, even if he said He understands, and Su Yan won't tell him.

"You like Qingge Guozhou?" Su Yan remembered that Zhao Yuan had ordered a set of Qingge Guozhou's books, and it was actually a very happy thing to meet his fans.

"Well, I fell in love with it recently."

"His book...is it good?"

"Very good, I feel that Qing Song was written with great care." Zhao Yuan paused, "However, it feels very sad."

"Ah?" Su Yan raised his head in surprise. He was very surprised. Book fans always commented on him as sunny and optimistic, but this was the first time he heard someone say sad.

"Yes." Zhao Yuan looked up at the sky, "The protagonists in the Qingge Guozhou book are very sunny and optimistic, and it seems that no difficulty will stop his footsteps, but I feel sadness, and I can still survive under such difficulties." The person who laughs, how sad is behind the smile." He said his feelings, recalled those words, and sighed.

Su Yan lowered his head in silence, rubbing his fingertips against the slightly rough surface of the carton, and suddenly smiled: "You don't understand." In that case, what else can you do besides smiling?

Zhao Yuan didn't say a word. It is true that his family life was smooth since he was a child. He didn't understand anything, he didn't understand the sadness of a young man, but he wanted to understand, to get close to the young man, to hold him in his arms, and to hear him say "I like you" face to face. Enter the boy's world and want to tell him that he likes him.

"I'm home." Su Yan raised his head and said, they were already standing downstairs of his house, "You don't really want to live in my house, but thank you today."

Zhao Yuan smiled and shook his head: "Go up, be careful."

Su Yan nodded, Zhao Yuan watched him skipping and disappearing into the darkness of the corridor, raised his head and waited for a few minutes, and saw the light coming from the window belonging to Su Yan's house, then turned and left, no matter whether Su Yan was aware of himself and Lin Since he didn't reveal Han's feelings for him, he wouldn't explain it either.

Su Yan hid behind the curtain and watched the young man go away until the figure of the young man disappeared at the end of the alley. The lights in the room were turned off. Except for the light from the notebook, the room was completely dark. He sat on the desk with his back leaning against the The frame of the window, looking up at the sky, seems to see the night more than ten years ago, the lightning and thunder outside the window, accompanied by the sound of rain and thunder, a white lightning strikes from the sky to the ground.

At that time, the room was also pitch black, and the light from the lightning falling to the ground illuminated a small area, but was quickly swallowed by the darkness. At that time, he looked back at the door, and the door sucked his soul like a black hole, sucking his soul away. dragged into the abyss.

Fear, the fear that penetrated into the soul, at that time, he could only hug himself and lean against the window, hoping that the lightning outside the window would continue to light up the room.

Looking down at the dimly lit mobile phone in his hand, he still remembers the cold mechanical sound of the phone he held tightly in his arms at that time, hello, the call you made is temporarily unavailable...

That person is salvation for him, a little light in the darkness of the abyss, and they don't understand his world.

The teenager climbed down from the table, opened the word and typed out two words—salvation.

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