The Eye of the Heart [MTL] (Completed)

Chapter 25

Qiao Yuanlin scratched his ears in embarrassment, and cried out, "Ah!"

At the door, Liang Chengshen appeared without anyone noticing, with a calm face and a tall and tall figure leaning against the door frame, he said, "What are you yelling for?"

In the past few days, he didn't speak or meet face to face, Qiao Yuanlin was a little at a loss when he met him suddenly, and replied, "My ear hurts."

Liang Cheng said, "Come here."

Qiao Yuanlin walked over and turned sideways to check with Liang Cheng. The broken hair on the sideburns covered the ears, Liang Cheng pushed aside, his cold fingertips were not like the temperature of summer.

The sky was cloudier than usual, Liang Cheng pulled Qiao Yuanlin closer to see more clearly, the ear was very thin and red, the capillaries were faintly visible, the pain was due to a little broken skin.

Qiao Yuanlin asked: "Do you use rubbing medicine?"

"Just let it dry." Liang Cheng said, "How did you do it?"

Qiao Yuanlin replied: "Last night, I practiced my listening comprehension. I wore the earphones all night and didn't take them off. It must have been hard."

It turned out that he didn't open the door on purpose, Liang Cheng pushed him back to his original position, wanting to say that he was as delicate as paper, he pondered for a moment, and said: "Don't touch the water for these two days."

Qiao Yuanlin took the clothes away, washed up and came back with the books. Liang Cheng sprayed some water on the prickly pear in front of the window, then went downstairs to move a chair and sat next to Qiao Yuanlin.

The birds chirping outside the window made the house extraordinarily quiet.

Liang Cheng was reading a heavy professional book. The notebook was pressed by Qiao Yuanlin's economics textbook. He pulled it out and took a carbon pen from the shared pen holder.

The tip of the pen poked at the end of a line of words, Qiao Yuanlin lowered his head, his peripheral vision spread from the header of the book to the handwriting written by Liang Cheng, from the perspective of his deskmate.

He had a wonderful feeling that he and Liang Cheng went to different schools and were a few grades apart, but they were studying at the same table at the moment. This kind of scene, when he wandered around the gate of No. 7 Middle School looking for Liang Cheng countless times, he had fantasized about it over and over again.

Qiao Yuanlin got carried away with complacency, the childishness of a male high school student emerged, and elbowed Liang Cheng. Liang Cheng didn't look at him, and crossed out the crooked words and re-wrote them.

"Brother?" he asked, "Did you have a deskmate before?"

Liang Cheng said, "No."

Qiao Yuanlin said: "Then I am your first tablemate?"

Liang Cheng's progress never stopped, and he gave a perfunctory "hmm".

Qiao Yuanlin glanced at the bed, half satisfied and half regretful, said: "I'll be the first one to share the bed with you, but unfortunately I slept too soundly, unconscious, I'll sleep with you again some other day."

Liang Cheng finally stopped writing and said, "Get out if you don't do your homework."

The phone rang, saving Qiao Yuanlin's life.

The incoming call showed "Dad", Qiao Yuanlin suddenly became honest, and hung up in his ear to connect.

Qiao Wenyuan said: "Come back today, have you got off the train?"