It builds a dam called indifference

I stared wide-eyed at this man, or boy, standing in front of me, not much older than I was. His expression was earnest, not at all like he was joking, "Please take him away!" I might not have been so surprised if he had pointed to an atomic bomb and said this to me, but he was talking about Faus, an object much more terrifying than an atomic bomb that could destroy the entire universe if he wasn't careful.

I spoke with some difficulty: "You mean this man? This drunken man? This man named Faus who is your boss?"

He nodded to me, a serious one.

The man in question, unaware that he was being pushed around like cargo, smacked his lips and went back to sleep. I poked Faus and saw that he didn't look awake so I had to argue with the bartender: "This is your boss, why should I take him away? Besides, the bar is so big, is there no place for him to rest?"

He showed a difficult face: "The boss has never been drunk, he doesn't like to live in the bar, we all know that, if he wakes up and finds himself in the bar he will lose his temper, and we don't know where he lives." I just want to speak, but the bartender broke my back: "know the place also can not help, this will be the bar staff is insufficient, you see ......"

The result of the argument was that I finally had to send Fuas back, although he was very thin, but also a 5'8" boy, I fiercely pinched him in the face before he woke up in a daze, but walking is a curve, I had to tremble to help him out. It's been a month since I last went to his apartment, and I almost forgot how to walk, but I stumbled around and got him to his door.

That's when it hit me: I didn't have a key to his house. I angrily pushed the drunk, and he fell backward, hitting the door. It was at this point that the miracle happened. The iron door, which had been gently hit by Faus, suddenly opened.

This person has never had the habit of locking the door?

It took a lot of effort to pull Faus up from the floor, transported them from the living room to his room, and threw him on the bed, I wanted to leave, but the man who had become a puddle of mud on the bed suddenly sat up and rushed to the bathroom and vomited on the sink, after vomiting the whole person sat on the floor motionless, as soon as I approached, he opened his eyes and stared blankly at me for a long time. His voice was hoarse as he asked me, "Why are you here?"

"I brought you back, you were drunk."

"Oh, thank you."

He seemed to have sobered up a bit.

Fuas staggered up from the floor and flung himself toward the bed without even changing his clothes. I resigned myself to rushing into the bathroom to wring out a towel to wipe his face. Fuad was as well behaved as a newborn baby at this time, he just sat there obediently, at my mercy.

When I finished wiping his face and wanted to get up to change the towel, he suddenly took my hand and his dark eyes stared at me motionlessly. He breathed heavily, with alcohol breath sprayed on my face, the soft light of the fluorescent lamp shone on his slightly red face, my breathing became rapid and difficult in his sight, the surrounding sounds seemed to disappear at this time, only to hear my violent heartbeat like a drum like thunder.

His face slowly approached me, I opened my mouth but could not make a sound, I suspected that if I continued like this I would die of myocardial infarction. He suddenly came towards me like an atomic bomb, his head hitting my shoulder, literally shattering my bones. I nudged the man leaning on my shoulder, and he let out a small, steady breath.

I jerked up from the floor and the man on my shoulder dropped hard back into bed. I tried to see a hint of a smile or feigned sleep on his face, but I stared for three full minutes and he didn't even flutter an eyelash.

I pulled up his big quilt and covered him up before turning around and walking towards the door.

I think if Zhou Zhou was there, she would have used one word to describe me.

That is: fleeing.

Since I left that night at Fuas' apartment, he has not called me or come to me. I checked my phone three times a day, but I didn't see a single text from Faus thanking me or scolding me for making a mess of his house.

I didn't go back to the fireworks at the end of the semester, and then came my first winter break from college.

The day after the vacation, I sat with a complex mood of both anticipation and reluctance and Peng Southwest on the train home. I didn't inform them of my arrival time, and when I got off the train and walked out of the train station with Peng Shenan, I recognized him at once in the crowded crowd.

He was wearing the black down jacket that I was familiar with, standing anxiously at the gate looking around, not having seen each other for a few months, he seemed to have aged a bit. The moment his eyes met mine, I could feel him sighing with relief from a distance, and then squeezed out an ingratiating smile towards me.

I didn't smile at him.

I have too many emotions piled up inside me, and it has built a dam called indifference, isolating his love and affection high above the ground. I didn't feel a single bit of pleasure watching his slowly crumbling smile, but still stubbornly turned myself into a bucket of ice water and threw it at him on this cold winter night.

Pang Sinan shouted at him, pulling me closer to him, I lowered my head and wiped the dirt on my clothes from the train with a tissue, avoiding his gaze.

He raised his hand and dropped it grimly.

The winter break passed extremely slowly.

He would knock on the door now and then and ask me, "Do you want to eat?" "Do you want to go out for a walk? "Most of the time I would impatiently reply, "No, no, don't bother me, okay?"

The door was gently closed and the sound of footsteps slowly moved away. I like a sharp sword, again and again, to stab him, he bleeds I will be heartbroken will bleed, but the next time I still relentlessly to his heart.

He came closer to me again and again, and again and again, I was wounded.

After a whole winter break, my relationship with him did not improve, these days, I did not take the initiative to speak to him a word. The day I returned to school, he was like an old child sulking with me, carrying on and not coming to see me off, secretly hiding behind the window sill watching my mother send me out of the house.

I didn't look back, but I could feel the sight like a gentle and helpless hand, gently caressing my cheek. Tears streamed from the corners of my eyes down my cheeks to my mouth, salty and bitter.

This suppressed emotion lasted from the time I left home to the time I returned to school, and finally, it burst open completely at the entrance of the auditorium.

I dragged my luggage with me, but I met the person I least expected to see: Zhang Shishi, who was ten meters away from me, the sunset creeping like a river beneath her feet.

On this cold day, she only wore a long black jacket, lined with a white shirt and a small bow tie, stepping on small high heels "knock knock" past me, her corner brushed my arm, and ghostly, I called out to her. Her face was still calm and indifferent, and under the interplay of light and shadow, I saw her smiling coldly: "Something wrong?"

For a moment, I felt like I was transformed into a monster and wanted to rush up and tear off her beautiful mask, put it in my mouth and chew it up and swallow it.

Repressed a winter holiday emotions finally burst out at this moment, I was like a lion roared at her: "You do not think you do things that only you know, party application and, and before those things are you planning you do not think I do not know! I looked at her, she looked at me unperturbed, even the curvature of the mouth did not change, "I know it's all you, you do not think you can always be so silent, things will always be revealed, if I forced me to be anxious, I give you a fish die."

"Zhang Shishi, do you still remember what happened five years ago? What did you say would happen to you if the whole school found out? What do you think would happen if your boyfriend found out?"

Looking at that instantly pale face, I suddenly got the thrill of revenge. She bit her lip and stared at me as if she was looking at a poisonous snake and beast, even her fingers trembled slightly as she gritted her teeth and asked me, "How dare you!"

"Then you see if I dare!" I said, "I do not want to have any more entanglements with you, you just do not bite me again, I will not take the initiative to find you trouble! Let's just be normal teachers and students, or simply strangers!"

After saying that, I ignored her and dragged my luggage book towards the dormitory building. She didn't catch up or leave, she just stood there motionless, her lower lip glowing bright red, blood full of her lips dyed a demonic red. She stared at me, and there was more than fear in her eyes.

I turned my face away and never looked at her again.