rejected Zhang Xuan's proposal to accompany him, and he got out of the car alone and walked home slowly. It seemed that for a moment, his back was no longer so straight, fragile like a patchwork of body residue, unable to withstand any challenge at all.

Xiao Yuan quietly watched Chen Chen sit on the sofa silently, she touched her tears for a while, picked up the book and began to memorize politics. There was still a month to go before the exam, and Chen Chen didn't plan to waste time. Xiaoyuan was silent and accompanied her quietly.

When Zhang Zhe opened his eyes, the room was empty. Originally, he was the only one in the room. He changed his clothes and walked out slowly, the elevator was still working, but there was no one in the security room at the door, maybe he went to the bathroom? Zhang Zhe didn't think much about it and walked out slowly. During work hours, there was no one in the morning when there should have been a hurry, Zhang Zhe slowly moved forward in confusion. All the traffic and people on the street disappeared, and he was the only one. Realizing that something was wrong, Zhang Zhe began to run in a panic, trying to find a figure in the empty world. What about Chen Chen? Did she disappear too? Zhang Zhe continued to run in one direction, but the road under his feet seemed to be endless, only endless trekking and despair remained, he stretched out his hand and shouted for help, 'Help me, Chen Chen!' No one answered, and the echo went to his ears over and over again, like the noise of a gramophone, piercing his brain and piercing his heart.

Zhang Zhe sat up violently. It turned out to be a dream. But despair seemed to penetrate his body, and he couldn't breathe, and his soaked shirt clung to his body, and the heat was unbearable, and he held his forehead and groped for a glass of water. 'Smack! The sound of the water cup shattering on the floor shook Zhang Zhe.

Looking back, Chen Chen's photo was placed at the head of the bed, smiling picturesquely. Zhang Zhe can also recall the embarrassment of being found when stealing photos. There was a tingling in my heart and I lowered my eyelids.

The winter of S City is cold and hits the soul. It's been a whole month since I last saw Zhang Zhe. was about to take the postgraduate entrance examination, and Chen Chen didn't have much distraction to interfere with himself. Xiao Yuan also obediently didn't mention it, but just wrote and painted next to her every day.

Chen Chen almost didn't stop for a moment, sitting on a chair and flipping through a book every day with the takeaway brought by Xiaoyuan, occasionally sprinkling vegetable soup on the straw paper, she took a paper towel to wipe it at will, and continued to calculate the next question. Zhang Yuan didn't clean it up, just watched as the straw paper she had written was thrown all over the ground, and the finished books were placed on the table casually, stacked crookedly on top of each other. A large amount of coffee and tea supported her to stay awake all night, and the high-intensity overdraft made Chen Chen look decadent, his face was sallow, his eyes were full of red bloodshots, and when he couldn't hold it, he slept in the sofa for a while.

Zhang Yuan wasn't sure if she was just for her dreams or because she didn't think of Zhang Zhe.

The days don't stop because of who is sad. On the morning of the exam, Zhang Yuan insisted on driving her to the exam room, and Chen Chen, who had fallen into the car, pinched the syllabus and sat on the co-pilot to continue to make up for it.

On the first day home, Chen Chen didn't say a word and continued to read. After walking out of the examination room after the test the next day, Chen Chen fell asleep leaning on the co-pilot. Zhang Yuan couldn't wake up, she was too tired, for more than a month, she had relied on a little belief in her heart to support all her spirit, and after the tense nerves were completely relaxed, sleepiness began to overcome the loose nerves, and she had no way to support it, only the exhaustion and relaxation of the end of the battle remained.

Zhang Yuan was eager to try, wanting to pick her up with his weak and thin body, and just as he was ready to pose, a pair of hands stretched out from the back door and stopped him.

Zhang Zhe had his back to the light, his face was a little blurry, and he couldn't see his expression clearly. Zhang Yuan took a few steps back and gave up his position.

This was the first time in two months that he had been so close to her. Zhang Zhe gently took her and leaned into his arms, put one arm on her back, and she supported her under her knee with the other, and carefully carried her out of the car. Chen Chen didn't seem to feel well, snorted softly, and didn't wake up. Zhang Yuan closed the car door, ran a few steps and walked over to open the elevator door.

When Zhang Zhe walked into the house, he couldn't believe it when he saw the paper and notebooks all over the floor, Chen Chen's cleanliness and obsessive-compulsive disorder should not allow her to make the house like this.

Until he put her on the bed, Chen Chen never woke up. Zhang Zhe tucked the quilt for her and touched her face. She seemed a little uncomfortable, frowned, and rolled over. Zhang Zhe knelt on the floor and kissed her hair gently.

Zhang Zhe picked up the straw paper and notebook on the ground and sorted them together. Almost every piece of paper had a few strokes of his name scratched in the face, some half written and some written a lot. Chen Chen's handwriting was engraved on straw paper, but it hurt his heart. Xiao Yuan squatted next to him and comforted him in a low voice: "Brother, my sister has been reviewing these days, and she hasn't gone anywhere." ”

The paper on the floor and the instant noodles in the cabinet are gently telling Zhang Zhe the story of these days. The stacked notebooks were piled up in the corner, and they had reached Zhang Zhe's chest. He stood at the door of his bedroom, his head bowed and silent.

He didn't want to go.

"Brother, I'll come over tomorrow morning, I wrote her a note saying that I'm going home, you must leave before my sister wakes up." Zhang Yuan was distressed, he knew what he was thinking, so he instructed, took his things and went home.

Seeing him leave, Zhang Zhe walked into the room gently.

Chen Chen slept soundly, half of her face buried in the quilt, and her frowning eyebrows and occasional whispers from time to time indicated that she was not sleeping well. Zhang Zhe walked around to the other side of the bed, gently lifted the quilt, lay down next to her, and hugged her waist.

It's cold. Why is it so cold in winter. Chen Chen shrunk her body into a ball, feeling the heat from her waist as if it was coming from behind her, she instinctively turned over and leaned in. Is Zhang Zhe coming? Is that him? As if seeing him standing in front of him, but he couldn't touch it, Chen Chen was a little anxious, and cautiously called his name "Zhang Zhe, Zhang Zhe".

Chen Chen, who was shrunk in his arms, seemed to be very uncomfortable, did he still feel uncomfortable in her dreams as in life? Hearing her whisper her name, Zhang Zhe felt that his heart was aching, it turned out that 'distress' really existed, not psychological, but real physical pain; He didn't know what to do next, and he didn't know what to do in the future.

Very tired, so tired that I can't open my eyes. All the thoughts and thoughts are not as good as her being by his side, which makes him feel steady, and his heart is aching, but it is all joy. He was a crazy masochist, looking for solace in mutilating himself. He hugged Chen Chen tightly and closed his eyes.