If Xing Cheng had to pick one thing to admire about Ning Xi, besides her good looks, it would definitely be that she is a good ball player and has excellent grades.
Everyone who plays basketball knows that 10 points are due to talent and 10 points are due to hard work, and the remaining 80 points are basically achieved through actual training.
Since he was a child, Xing Cheng often saw his brother playing basketball in the afternoon and going home to study at night. When the kids in the yard gathered together to play games after dinner, he would shout at the top of his voice at his brother's window, provoking his brother to come out to fight and practice basketball.
All kinds of tricks and words have been used up!
His brother just didn't move, he just kept his head down and wrote without even lifting his eyelids.
As a result, Xing Cheng watched his brother study hard every day and immersed in the sea of ​​books every day, but he would never lose when playing ball with them.
Ning Xi is great at stealing, intercepting the ball and blocking shots. Xing Cheng cannot catch up even if he practices for another three years.
The school sports meet was coming up in a few days, and Xingcheng would run to the stadium whenever he had time, to supervise the group of boys in his grade, and to report them to his brother and defect to the enemy.
What position does so-and-so play, what does so-and-so excel at, how can the senior year of high school defend them best? Defend him, he will definitely make Ning Xi the scoring champion...
When Ning Xi heard Xing Cheng talking nonsense again, he stopped writing and wanted to poke him in the face with the butt of the pencil, but it hurt, so he held back and said, "Does your team know that you came here to report the situation to the enemy?"
Xing Cheng was quite shameless: "I know. They also said that Brother Xi, you can win by any number of points you want. Do you want to win by an even number or an odd number?"
Ning Xi sneered: "Want to let it go?"
Xing Cheng slammed the table, unhappy: "Brother, what do you mean by letting us win? You guys are so powerful in the third year of high school, you will definitely beat us to a pulp..."
Ning Xi nodded, opened his exercise book, picked up a pen and wrote a "1" on the back of Xing Cheng's hand, saying, "One point, a narrow win."
Xing Cheng saw that his brother was going to practice questions. As a well-known gangster in the second year of high school, he felt embarrassed to stand in the classroom of the third year experimental class for too long. He stood up straight and poked the back of his hand where the words were written.
Just as Xing Cheng was about to leave, he heard Ning Xi scolding him in a low voice from behind: "Xing Cheng, what's wrong with you?"
There were many people in the classroom, and Xing Cheng was afraid that if he spoke in a rude manner, his brother would be upset, so he looked around, and when no one was looking in his direction, he reached out and pinched his brother's shoulder, and whispered, "You spoiled him."
After saying that, Xing Cheng went out, not caring that several girls in the classroom were staring at him. He stood at the back door and looked back at his brother.
As a result, Ning Xi watched Xing Cheng leave from the moment he turned around. Unexpectedly, Xing Cheng stopped at the back door of the classroom, and their eyes met.
Ning Xi panicked and turned around immediately, staring straight ahead, without moving a muscle. He kept a calm expression, pretending that nothing had happened and that he hadn't peeked at anything.
I was careless. I was careless.
Ning Xi felt dizzy and seemed to be able to see Xing Cheng’s smiling face on the back of the head of the classmate sitting in front of him.
I was really careless. As the saying goes, old ginger is wiser. Ning Xi felt that even if he was three years older than Xing Cheng, he still couldn't beat him.
Ning Xi calmed down his fluctuating emotions, took out the ruler and drew on the exercise book for a while, and couldn't help but quietly wrote a small "X" at the footer.
Both he and Xingcheng have these letters in their names.
This is the best.
Early the next morning , Ning Xi came to school early with his schoolbag on his back, and as usual, a man named Xing Cheng followed him.
He had worn this pair of basketball shoes for a day or two. Xing Cheng even took out the spray detergent he used specifically to wash his shoes, as he was particularly afraid that they would change color if washed with other detergents.
As soon as they arrived at the school gate and had not had time to go in, they ran into Cheng Xiyu, a junior who was a cheerleader for the school basketball team. She was in a hurry, followed by several boys from the school team, who were having a small meeting as they walked.
This junior is a sophomore in high school, in the same grade as Xingcheng. She is mainly responsible for some chores of the school basketball team and cheerleading rehearsals. She is quite active, but this is the first time I see her coming so early to do things.
Ning Xi was followed by Xing Cheng. The two tall boys standing together were very conspicuous, and all the team members over there looked over at once.
Xingcheng sticks to his brother and hangs out with him every day, and they have gotten used to it.
Several people were talking at the school gate. Before Ning Xi could figure out what was going on, Cheng Xiyu came running over, looking anxious: "Senior, the person who will be playing with you in the third year of high school needs to be replaced this year..."
Ning Xi was stunned: "What about me?"
Cheng Xiyu was also extremely panicked. After studying for so many years, this was the first time she had encountered such a thing happening to someone close to her: "He was stabbed outside last night and is still being cared for by Huaxi Hospital. The coach just came to inform us that we need to change players during the afternoon training..."
Upon hearing this, Xing Cheng was stunned: "Should I give it to you? Why?"
Cheng Xiyu took out her phone and confirmed it again, replying to the message while saying: "I don't know, they said it was because of his brother's matter, anyway, it's not clear, I have to arrange to fill in the position for the afternoon training first..."
Ning Xi frowned and asked, "Can we go to the hospital now?"
Cheng Xiyu shook her head: "It's just not allowed. His brother contacted the school and said it was a private matter. No one is allowed to go there!"
Xing Cheng understood now. He probably thought that his brother Ying Yujiang had caused some trouble, and Ying Yuchen was attacked by someone, and was being used to take revenge on Ying Yujiang...
Because of his good friend's injury, Ning Xi was not in good shape during the lunch training, and he couldn't play without his best partner.
Ning Xi's condition affected Xing Cheng. The two of them were opponents and were distracted on the court during the game, which made the coach angry. With a whistle, he sent both of them off the court.
When Xing Cheng passed in front of the coach, he was hit on the waist with a towel: "You did it on purpose!"
He was sent off on purpose and followed his brother to sit on the steps nearby.
The two men sat side by side. Xing Cheng bumped Ning Xi's leg with his knee. The latter looked at him and said nothing.
Xing Cheng whispered, "Brother? Do you still want to respond to me?"
Ning Xi nodded and said, "But he's in the hospital now, so he should be fine."
He was stabbed shortly after leaving the school gate. The news spread throughout the school in a panic. The police station filed a case, and many more parents came to the school gate to wait for their children after school at noon.
Xing Cheng felt it was quite terrifying. It happened suddenly, so without thinking, he reached out and pulled Ning Xi closer.
If his brother was stabbed, Xing Cheng felt that he would probably stab himself back.
You have to watch it carefully.
Now that Ying Yuchen is not here, the second-year high school kids are a group of wolves, beating up several seniors in the third year of high school. Ning Xi feels that they may not be able to defeat them from their grade.
He did write down the "information" that Xingcheng had given him before, but he always felt like he was setting a trap for Xingcheng. So, who would win this game, the sophomore or the junior?
As soon as the afternoon class was over, the entire liberal arts class of senior year gathered together to order takeout. Ning Xi calculated the money in WeChat and ordered an extra drink, some kind of frozen sour plum soup, which was particularly sweet.
Ning Xi looked out the window and saw Xing Cheng still practicing on the court. He was wearing a pair of blood-red combat boots and a black jersey. He dribbled the ball and made layups with every step, and he was accurate wherever he shot.
That afternoon, Ning Xi walked towards the playground carrying a large cup of frozen sour plum soup, walked straight through the crowd of onlookers, put the drink in the players' lounge, and nodded to Xing Cheng.
In just a moment, the ball in Xing Cheng's hand was suppressed, and he was blocked before he could even jump.
"Xingcheng, Brother Xi has brought you a drink!"
Why are you still playing ball? I won't play anymore.
Xing Cheng didn't care at all who blocked his shot or who stole his ball. He was too lazy to show off and just asked the coach for a timeout and ran off the court.
This was indeed the first drink Ning Xi bought for him in the true sense.
Xing Cheng stood in front of Ning Xi holding the cup of drink, feeling that he should take the water home to worship.
Ning Xi looked at him like that, with a stern face, and almost laughed out loud.
Ning Xi reached out his hand, patted his brother's shoulder, and said seriously: "Play well."
Xing Cheng leaned over slightly and replied in a very low voice: "Deliver the water well."
Ning Xi wanted to laugh, but couldn't help but took a half step back, still stubbornly saying, "Please study hard."
At that moment, Ning Xi suddenly felt that all the years he spent growing up were like looking for a lamp in the darkness. But Xing Cheng was the sunlight that broke through the dark clouds in the sky, illuminating his entire world, and he didn't even need to look for a lamp.
Xing Cheng's breathing is also very pleasant to hear.
Slowly, gradually, his rivers and mountains were blown into the world.
After Ning Xi finished his evening self-study get out of class, he packed his schoolbag and prepared to go home. As soon as he walked out of the school gate, he was surprised to see that there were still many parents waiting at the door at this time, probably because of what happened with Ying Yuchen some time ago.
Ning Xi sighed, not knowing when Ying Yuchen would be back. Although his personality was very different from his own, it was really nice to have such a friend around.
But after school that night, Xing Cheng didn't wait for him. I wonder what he was doing.
Ning Xi checked his phone, but there was no text message.
Ning Xi walked all the way from the school gate to the community. There were a lot of parents on the road, which was completely different from the sparsely populated streets before. It was almost ten o'clock, and the T-junction at the school gate, which was not very smooth to begin with, was even more blocked.
If Ning Xi didn't talk to people, his expression would be summed up in three words: "unhappy". He would just stand there like an ice sculpture, and just want to walk forward with his head down.
However, there were too many people that day, and all the parents in the courtyard had come out. Ning Xi had to say hello to several aunts and uncles in the courtyard on the way before slowly walking to the front of the apartment building.
Ning Xi let out a long sigh, calmed down, and walked up the stairs. Just after going up a few steps, he saw Xing Cheng standing at the door of his house, holding something in his hands, motionless. Seeing him coming, he grinned and smiled very happily: "Brother, you're back."
Ning Xi glanced at Xing Cheng, and while taking the key out of her bag, she asked, "Why are you squatting outside my door instead of going home?"
Xing Cheng frowned and said in a dramatic tone, "I've had some trouble with my parents recently, so I don't feel like eating at home for the time being..."
As he spoke, he took out the large piece of board in his hand and continued, "I bought a table and put it here for you. If you want to eat at home, just tell me and I'll come down and eat."
Where is that board?
This is a small folding table I bought at IKEA. There is a small stool inside it. It is sky blue and looks very nice.
Seeing that Xing Cheng didn't say anything and had already inserted the key into the hole, Xing Cheng quickly blocked the door with the table and waited for Ning Xi to open the door: "Brother, I'll go in and put the table away and leave."
Ning Xi said nothing. He tried to turn the key but couldn't. He couldn't help but say, "Get out of the way first."
Xing Cheng wanted to argue for something, but Ning Xi said, "I can't open the door if you do this."
Xing Cheng moved aside to make some space for him, allowing him to open the door and then followed him in.
Ning Xi plugged the table lamp in the living room into the socket and turned on the light. The faint light filled a corner of the living room. When he got closer, the lighting effect was pretty good.
Ning Xi raised his chin and commanded, "Put it here."
Xing Cheng received the amnesty order, and without saying a word, he rolled up his sleeves and started unpacking. He had to put the small table and stool together first.
Ning Xi brought two glasses of water from the kitchen, and seeing him studying for a long time, he asked, "Do you need help?"
Xing Cheng clapped his hands and stood up: "No, it's almost done."
Xing Cheng walked to his brother's side, looked at the new things he had bought for the living room, his eyes full of joy, and said with a smile: "Brother, look, it's so convenient for the two of us to eat."
You no longer have to squat and eat while spreading a newspaper on the ground like before.
Ning Xi looked at the walking sticks, the small table and the small stool in the living room and was somewhat moved by the scene. He said "thank you" very seriously.
It really feels like a complete home.
Xing Cheng was not a person who cared much about being polite; instead, he liked to hear this sentence.
The more his brother says "thank you" to him, the more he has done for his brother.
This is something that at this stage and age of Xingcheng, you should wholeheartedly want to do and complete well.
Xing Cheng brought a small stool over and placed it next to the small table, saying, "This is a stool. You can sit and eat."
Ning Xi's emotions were aroused and he smiled: "Then how do you eat?"
Xing Cheng also laughed happily: "I can squat."
Ning Xi was very happy in his heart, but there was no expression on his face. He actually sat on the small stool and tried the height.
Xingcheng felt itchy and couldn't sit comfortably no matter how he sat. He didn't want to sit on the ground either. Subconsciously, he wanted to sit at the same height as his brother, so he went to the door and got a basketball to sit on. It was fine when he sat on it at first, but when he didn't sit firmly, his legs slipped and he fell to the ground.
The basketball slid to the other side of the living room and hit the TV wall with a dull sound.
Ning Xi couldn't help laughing when he saw Xing Cheng half lying on the ground.
Xing Cheng was happy when he saw his brother was happy, and he laughed along with his brother.
In the dimly lit living room, Ning Xi seemed to feel that he had found a hidden space again. In this space, there were firewood, rice, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar, tea, and Xingcheng...
Except for Xing Cheng, no one could see his expression at this moment. He could do whatever he wanted and indulge himself as much as he wanted.
Xing Cheng was looking at Ning Xi, and saw that he was smiling with his eyes curved.
After a long while, Xing Cheng lay on his back looking at the ceiling, one hand tightly holding Ning Xi's wrist, refusing to let go.
Xing Cheng felt like he could hardly breathe.
He gritted his teeth and whispered in a hoarse voice, "Ning Xi."
He watched Ning Xi prop himself up and look down at him.
They played wildly until twelve o'clock last night. Xingcheng's father called and made Xingcheng almost collapse. Only then did the two of them stop and Xingcheng slowly changed his shoes and went upstairs.
The two of them slept too late and woke up half an hour later the next morning.
At the gate of the community, they stared at each other.
Xing Cheng: “Uh…”
Ning Xi: "Uh..."
Ning Xi stared at Xing Cheng, but Xing Cheng didn't say anything. Suddenly, it was as if they had just met each other, and no one said a word.
Ning Xi was stunned for a moment, and spoke first, "Let's go."
Xing Cheng said "Oh" with his eyes covered, then looked at the time and said, "It's too late to walk over there."
Ning Xi stood at the curb, carrying his schoolbag, and waved for a tricycle to come over.
It was rare to see a tricycle near the First Ring Road in Chengdu. It was probably operating illegally, but Ning Xi didn't care. The tricycle stopped as soon as he waved, and Xing Cheng got in.
The tricycle was bumpy all the way. The car had no doors to block the wind, and the cold wind of the winter morning blew over, making Ning Xi shrink his neck.
Seeing this, Xing Cheng straightened his back, sat upright, and leaned against Ning Xi, blocking all the wind.
Ning Xi almost knocked Xing Cheng off the car with his elbow.
He turned his head and looked outside the car, his eyes wandering around as if he was taking in the scenery.
That morning, Class 3 of the second grade liberal arts department was fully scheduled for English classes. Xing Cheng was the most speechless when the female teacher was teaching. Not to mention that the students were sharp-eyed, some were particularly strict. He could be caught even when he lowered his eyes and played with a PSP (handheld game console) in the drawer, let alone playing with his mobile phone.
This is how poor students like Xing Cheng behave in English class. He holds the textbook and reads randomly with the whole class. It's fine if the teacher doesn't point it out, but if the teacher does, he will lower his head and dare not look at the teacher. If his eyes meet the teacher's, he will be pointed out, which is not only ugly but also extremely embarrassing.
Xing Cheng, who was a bit too handsome and had an idol image, would never allow himself to be called out and stand there stupidly. Otherwise, he would be forced to stand in the corridor again and would not be able to meet his brother coming down the stairs.
Xing Cheng is doing a cloze test. He writes "C" for all the blanks first, then pick a few and change them to "AB". He will get a few right, right?
Xingcheng is currently writing a question to fill in the blanks with words. He just adds an "ing" and changes it to past tense to fill in the blanks first.
Regardless of whether you can do it or not, you have to have the right attitude. This is what his brother taught him.
Xingcheng was writing a question when the screen of his cell phone lit up in his pocket.
Usually, few people came to see him during class, so Xing Cheng's curiosity was immediately aroused. Could it be his brother? He quietly took out his cell phone, put it under the drawer, and opened WeChat.
Should I be with you?
Xing Cheng thought of what happened to Ying Yuchen before, and was still a little worried, so he opened the message. He was almost angry to death when he opened it, and there were only two words: "Are you there?"
Xing Cheng replied casually: "Not in."
Ying Yuchen was so angry that he jumped up and down: "Why are you replying when you are not here?"
Xing Cheng replied: "I'm in class."
Xing Cheng looked at the teacher on the podium a little nervously, and pushed Ren Mei beside him. Ren Mei sat up straight and stood in this direction, just blocking the teacher's sight.
Xing Cheng patted him on the shoulder and whispered, "Hold on for five minutes, thank you brother!"
YingPG: "You're still in class? Are you still playing with your phone during class?"
X: "English."
YingPG: "It's just a sign language class for you, can you understand it?"
Xing Cheng took a look and coughed. He seemed to know him quite well.
X: "What's it got to do with you?"
YingPG: "I care about you for your brother."
X: “No need.”
Xing Cheng was just about to go back when Ren Mei coughed violently. He was just about to put away his phone when the female English teacher stood beside him, looking at him with a pointer in her hand and knocked on the desk twice.
In front of so many people, Xing Cheng had no choice but to give the teacher face, so he simply slammed his phone on the table, turned it off, and handed it in.
As soon as school was over, Xing Cheng stood at the office door for a long time. The teacher told him to come back and get it after evening self-study.
This wasn't the first time that Xing Cheng's phone was confiscated. It was Ying Yuchen who did it before. He called him right after class. His phone was left in the drawer and was shaking like crazy. Xing Cheng started coughing, and Ren Mei followed suit. Then everyone in the circle started coughing to cover up the vibration. Xing Cheng quickly took out his phone and turned it off. The head teacher turned around and threw a piece of chalk at him: "Are we collectively infected?!"
Although Ying Yuchen Lao was trying to do something bad to him, he was still a little anxious because they were looking for him probably because of something.
Xing Cheng decided to have more opportunities to interact with his brother, so after the first class was over, he went straight to the third year of high school.
As soon as Xing Cheng turned into the familiar senior high school classroom, he saw Ning Xi sitting by the window, quietly doing his homework. He wrote a few quick strokes as if to finish, put the pen cap on, stood up, and took the paper to go to the podium to answer questions.
As soon as Xing Cheng entered the classroom, many people in the class noticed him, including Ning Xi, who stood in his seat and watched him. He waited until Xing Cheng passed the floor full of books and teaching aids before asking him, "What's the matter?"
Xing Cheng said seriously: "Brother, Ying Yuchen wanted to contact me today, but my phone was confiscated, so I didn't reply to the message. Your phone..."
Ning Xi looked at the teacher on the podium who was organizing the materials and was about to leave. Without caring about anything else, he took out his cell phone from his bag and stuffed it into Xing Cheng's arms.
Xing Cheng didn't expect his brother to be so anxious and straightforward. He even regretted disturbing his brother, but he couldn't help but ask, "What's the password?"
Ning Xi was stunned for a moment.
Ning Xi stood there, looked at the podium, then looked at Xing Cheng, gritted his teeth and said, "It's your birthday."
His birthday?
As soon as Xing Cheng's words popped up in Ning Xi's mind, he walked towards the podium without looking back.
Xing Cheng walked out of the classroom in a daze, and then walked towards the second grade in a daze. As soon as he entered the classroom, Ren Mei and the group of boys who came back from the toilet to smoke surrounded Xing Cheng again, "Did you get it back after class?"
Xing Cheng nodded: "I'll get it after school. This is my brother's phone."
Ren Mei rolled her eyes. Looking at Xing Cheng, he must be eager to show off to everyone. Look, this is Ning Xi's cell phone.
As soon as the bell rang, Xing Cheng attended the class as usual. He opened Ning Xi's WeChat and replied to Ying Yuchen. Ying Yuchen replied, "Xi, send me a message when you have time!"
Do not disturb: "Stop talking nonsense, how are you?"
Ying Yuchen was lying in the West China Hospital, holding his phone and wailing: "What did I do wrong? Why is Ning Xi so angry today?"
Just now, his brother brought in a man who had fought with him to irritate him, but Ning Xi also said a few words to him!
You should wipe the sweat off my face and continue to fight back tenaciously.
YingPG: “It’s OK. It’s not easy for my brother either.”
Wudao: "It's not easy for you either, please come back early."
I should be pounding the bed with joy over there.
YingPG: "Wow, Xi, did you miss me?"
Xing Cheng held the phone, his face changed, and he pounded the table in anger. He didn't care whether Ying Yuchen saw it or not, and kept replying.
Do not disturb: "I miss you!"
Ying Yuchen usually cherishes Ning Xi very much, but now he feels like the sky has fallen. What's going on?
Doesn't he usually reply with "um", "ok", "uh..."? Why is Ning Xi not only talking too much today, but also so fierce?
As soon as Xing Cheng replied, he closed WeChat and logged out.
Xing Cheng spent most of the class in a daze holding Ning Xi's phone. His hands were itching to play with it, and Ren Mei couldn't stand it anymore, so she snatched it away: "If you want to watch it, just watch it. I'll help you turn it over!"
Xing Cheng reached out to grab it: "Can you just rummage through my brother's phone?"
"I'll help you be the bad guy..."
Ren Mei dodged to the side with her phone, wanting to click on the photo album, but her hand slipped and the memo was opened directly. While dodging, her eyes never left the screen...
Ren Mei seemed to have seen something and growled, "I..."
When Xing Cheng heard this, he didn't care. He just stood up and stretched out his arm to take it back. He patted Ren Mei on the back of the neck and said, "You ought to do that."
Xing Cheng hurriedly picked up the phone and looked at the screen, he was also dumbfounded. The first one at the front of the memo had only a line of small words, four in total.
"About my brother."
Xing Cheng put his cell phone in his pocket.
"You..." Ren Mei started.
"Don't... don't touch me, let me calm down," Xing Cheng took a deep breath, "Am I real now?"
"Yes." Ren Mei replied.
"Is it the year 2017 AD now?" Xing Cheng asked.
Ren Mei replied: "Yes."
"right now I am……"
"Okay, okay, can you be bolder?" Seeing his look, Ren Mei also became nervous. Her heartbeat quickened. The two boys with excess hormones were panting together.
Xing Cheng quickly lowered his body and head, hid his cell phone in the drawer, and flipped through it bit by bit.
His heart felt like it was about to explode, as if it was the first time he had seen directly into his brother's mind.
He began to read it seriously.

He is of the dragon zodiac sign, but very tiger-like.
The photo on the school card is quite handsome, he can make his debut, sure.
There has been progress in historical achievements, and there is still hope if we do not blindly tamper with history.
He bought a wrist guard, it's a bit tight, but it's okay.
We went home together, and we met many street lights on the way, all looking at us.
He hung some weird stuff down again today, okay.
The juice is delicious, if you know how to choose, it's okay.
It's silly and childish to pose in the corridor. You can't do that.
He can also fold paper, but the heart he folds is ugly, but it’s okay.
I want to take my senior year of high school slower.
The running posture is very handsome, but the look of trying to be cool in front of the audience is ugly and not allowed.
He has made progress in positioning himself under the basket and playing one-on-one with his back to the basket, which is good.

Ning Xi seemed to have written down one item every few days, and sometimes he wrote them down continuously. Counting from the beginning to the end, there were almost fifty items.
Xing Cheng took out his phone and replied with four words to his brother's last message.
"I can too."
After finishing typing, Xing Cheng sat up straight and slowly leaned against the back of the bench. His breathing was still rapid and his heartbeat was accelerating like crazy.
Xing Cheng lowered his voice and said, "Ren Mei."
Ren Mei also leaned against the backrest nervously: "Ah?"
Xing Cheng said: "It seems that the iron tree has really blossomed."
Ren Mei nodded and said, "Your flowers are really blooming."
Ning Xi was sitting in the classroom doing his homework, his mind full of the contents of the book. He had no mood to think about what was on his mobile phone. He was concentrating on studying and forgot everything.
Ning Xi was just about to open the reference book to look at the geography atlas when the girl at the next table tapped his desk lightly with a pen: "Ning Xi!"
Ning Xi didn't even raise his head. He finished writing the last few words and then sat up straight. The girl said, "This is the notebook handed over from the back door."
After saying that, she placed an exercise book in her hand on Ning Xi's desk. Ning Xi's fingertips stroked the pages of the cover and he recognized it at once. Isn't this the notebook he gave to Xing Cheng before?
He whispered "thank you" and put his palm over it to put it in the drawer, when he suddenly felt a note under the cover, so he took it out and held it between his fingers.
He stared at a crumpled piece of paper in his hand and blinked.
It's a loving heart.
Ning Xi is smart and thinks quickly. He immediately remembered the words "The love is folded ugly" written on his mobile phone. Xing Cheng must have seen it, otherwise he would not have handed him a note so rashly.
Ning Xi appeared calm on the surface. He quickly sat up straight and looked around. He immediately saw a person standing by the window of the classroom next to the corridor. He had those familiar eyebrows and a slightly wicked expression on his lips. His face was filled with only two words: complacent.
When Ning Xi saw Xing Cheng, he felt as if he was struck by lightning.
He looked away, crumpled the note and stuffed it into his school uniform bag.
Xing Cheng pointed at Ning Xi through the window, made a finger-hooking gesture, and pointed to the men's restroom at the end of the corridor.
The class was still having evening self-study and the teacher was grading papers at the podium when Ning Xi suddenly stood up.
As soon as the teacher looked up, Ning Xi said sincerely: "Teacher, I want to go to the bathroom."
The teachers who supervise the evening self-study classes in the senior year are relatively lenient. As long as they don't affect others, students in this top class are generally not subject to much control. The teacher nodded, and Ning Xi quietly went out through the back door.
As soon as he walked into the corridor, there was no sign of him moving around, not even a shadow of him could be seen.
Probably in the bathroom.
As soon as Ning Xi entered the bathroom, he saw Xing Cheng standing in front of the mirror waiting for him, reaching out as if to hand him something. Ning Xi did not reach out to take it, but turned his face away, biting his lower lip and said, "You don't have to do this."
Xing Cheng saw that his brother's expression had turned cold again, and he was shocked as if someone had poured a bucket of cold water on him. He frowned and asked, "What's wrong with me?"
"Let's talk after school."
Ning Xi gently pushed Xing Cheng away, stood up straight, tried to calm himself down, and repeated through gritted teeth: "Let's talk after school."
Xing Cheng knew that Ning Xi didn't want to talk too much right now, so he had to give in. When Xing Cheng walked out with a sullen face, Ning Xi didn't know how he watched Xing Cheng leave.
He himself didn't even understand whether he had just blurted out the words accidentally or had deliberately stabbed Xing Cheng in the softest spot.
As soon as the evening self-study was over, Ning Xi stood at the classroom door for a long time with his bag on his back, but he didn't see Xing Cheng waiting for him. He ran around the corridor and the rooftop, looking for him, but couldn't find him.
Ning Xi sighed and rubbed his hands. He originally wanted to take out his cell phone to call Xing Cheng, but suddenly remembered that his cell phone was still with him, so he gave up.
He was carrying a bag and wearing a thin coat. With the cold wind blowing in his face, he was walking alone along the path home under the shade of the trees that blocked out the light from the street lamps.
This was the first time Ning Xi felt that this road was so cold.
Ning Xi didn't know at that time that Xing Cheng was hiding ten meters away, wearing short sleeves on the winter night, and following him all the way.
As for why he wore short sleeves, Xing Cheng was just itching to be humiliated and wanted to torture himself. The more the wind blew, the more sober he became.
The evening self-study session ended early in the second year of high school. Xing Cheng was holding two bowls of seafood porridge and a plate of salty braised pork in his hands, thinking that he would go back to his brother's house later and sit down with him to have a good talk.
But now he was staring at Ning Xi's lonely back and he no longer had the courage to say anything.
Xing Cheng followed him all the way into the community courtyard and into the apartment building. Finally, he couldn't bear it any longer and didn't care whether the porridge would spill or not. He chased after his brother and blocked his door, with half of his body stuck in the doorway. He held up the porridge in his hand, his eyes full of hope.
Ning Xi looked at Xing Cheng wearing a short-sleeved shirt, his face red from the cold, leaning against the door and panting, and his heart softened instantly. It softened into a puddle of water, not worthy of supporting his willpower at all.
Ning Xi really had no choice but to sigh and said calmly, "Come in."
Xing Cheng walked into the room, carrying the bag of food and placing it on the small table he had bought earlier, trying hard to cheer himself up.
Many years later, no matter how many places Xing Cheng moved to, or how luxuriously and beautifully his living room was decorated, in his heart, it was far inferior to this dark little living room without a chandelier.
This place, like a world of its own, surrounded his youthful dreams.
Xing Cheng thought for a long time during the evening study session about how to take good care of his brother without disrupting his studies.
The small table lamp in the living room was on. Ning Xi took the phone handed to him by Xing Cheng with a complicated expression, and deleted the memo in front of Xing Cheng.
He took a deep breath.
Xing Cheng almost knocked over the bowl of porridge in his hand.
The two of them sat opposite each other, neither speaking.
Ning Xi put his left hand behind his back and pinched the flesh on his thigh root tightly. He felt so painful that he endured it for a long time before he finally said, "I have to explain it to you clearly, Xing Cheng."
Xing Cheng did not answer. He used a spoon to stir the porridge in the bowl and listened to Ning Xi patiently.
Ning Xi put more strength on his left hand, and probably left a deep red mark now: "You will be in the third year of high school soon. The study period is crucial. The problems in the future cannot be solved by playing with me every day..."
Xing Cheng reacted a little and said "hmm".
Ning Xi felt that his thighs were about to be numbed by his own pinching, and he said, "I..."
Ning Xi's voice was distorted by the pain, and the words were stuck in his throat. Xing Cheng raised his head in shock. Ning Xi adjusted his mood and immediately said, "There's no need to get too close. It's not a good thing. Do you understand?"
Ning Xi didn't expect that Xing Cheng would stand up as soon as he said this.
Xing Cheng's face looked particularly bad, and there was almost a hint of hostility between his eyebrows.
Ning Xi rarely saw this kind of anger on his face. Except when fighting, Xing Cheng, the little explosive bag in Qingyang District, rarely got so angry in front of his brother.
Ning Xi didn't care whether Xing Cheng listened or not: "Xing Cheng, you are only seventeen years old, and there are still many uncertainties."
Xing Cheng turned around and went straight to take the unworn school uniform jacket hanging on the shoe cabinet, put it on, then picked up the schoolbag next to the shoe cabinet and put it on his back.
When Xing Cheng left, he touched the cold paper bowl with the back of his hand, and poured the seafood porridge and salty braised pork that Ning Xi had not touched on the small table into a plastic bag and was about to take it away to throw it away.
Xing Cheng put the plastic bag filled with garbage aside and followed the light to look at his brother.
Ning Xi sat there quietly, expressionless, looking gentle and harmless, but saying the most hurtful words in the world.
Ning Xi is like this. Everything he says is a double-edged sword. Not only will it stab others, but it will definitely kill himself on the other end.
It was like this when I was a child. The adults in the building would come to the yard with bags of candy to give candy to the children. Ning Xi would always sit alone aside, not saying a word. When asked if he wanted some, he would just shake his head and then nod.
I want to reach out, but I dare not touch.
Ning Xi was already numb, and continued: "You always come first to me."
Ning Xi finished speaking, lowered his head slightly, and the next words he spoke seemed to be out of his control: "Whatever you want, I can give you."
Ning Xi stared blankly at Xing Cheng as he slowly stood up and walked to the door. He turned his head in the darkness, smiled hoarsely, and said, "I don't need it."
Whether it was a sneer or something else, Ning Xi couldn’t tell.
When Xing Cheng was about to close the door, Ning Xi was sitting alone in the living room, listening to Xing Cheng's voice. As if he was trying his best to suppress something, he whispered again: "Do you know that here, there will only be you?"