I didn't understand for a while what Anqi said about "that sentence just now": "Huh? You don't want euthanasia? ”

"It's not this ......" Angel's face turned even paler, and she endured something, "No matter how I die, I'll be happy." But that's not what I'm talking about. Kang Rong, you have to apologize to me. ”

"What did I say?" I don't quite understand what Angel meant when she said that "no matter how you die, you are happy", but I was more concerned about why he asked me to apologize.

"Kang Rong, last night, you also felt it, didn't you?"

It turned out that Angel knew about my inexplicable reaction the night before.

He also knew what those words I hadn't finished just saying - I was trying to say that he could like guys, but don't drag me into the water.

As Angel knew me, I would be foolish if I didn't feel the ambiguity he had for me when he came back.

"Kang Rong, you have to apologize to me. And you have to promise me that you will never say such things again. Angel's shoulders trembled a little, "Otherwise, I'll really break up with you." ”

I froze where I was. I don't want to apologize for that statement.

I don't think I'm saying anything wrong - I'm not disrespecting him, I'm just trying to give myself some leeway, is that wrong?

Is it true that if he is not dead to me, I will accept him?

It's not fair.

I don't have a plan for my life anymore, but I have always had some vague expectations for my family.

I hope to settle in a calm, distant city.

I wish I could have a cheerful and laughing wife, or even a mischievous child or two.

I will always be by their side, and I will not abandon them—like the unknown man who abandoned me and my mother.

I don't want Angel to shake my last yearning for life. Am I wrong to try to cut through the mess before everything gets out of hand?

As if she had fallen apart, Angel took a few steps back and sat down on the ground.

He looked up at me: "Kang Rong, don't you like me to threaten you with a broken relationship?" You think I'm as naïve as a schoolboy, don't you? He paused, "Don't you think you're more naïve?" ”

Ha, I'm naïve?

I know I have a lot of faults, but naivety is definitely not one of them.

"Okay, I'm just naïve." I threw it down angrily, and when I had said that, I turned and left.

Again, Angel and I parted happily.

I knew it was still my fault this time - even though Angel had tried her best to restrain her negative emotions, I still couldn't compromise with my stereotypical and cowardly self.

Some contradictions are irresolvable.

Every scene and object in the school irritates me; I still want to climb over the wall and get out of the campus.

Angel can do so many things alone, and I can also climb over the wall by myself.

I walked towards the fence behind the playground. I have no experience, and my knees are not as flexible as usual, so I just don't think it's easy to climb over the wall.

Especially when I climbed in front of the nearly three-meter-high railing through the potholed wall, I had some heart palpitations.

Next, I had to climb to the top of the railing and step over the glass thorns.

"Kang Rong, why are you here to climb over the wall again?" Just as I was looking for a new fulcrum, the disgusting voice of the ping pong teacher sounded behind me again.

I clung to the bars and didn't dare to look back.

Damn, it's rare to skip class once, how can you meet some bad luck?

"Come down." Li Yonghua ordered me with a dry smile.

My hands were stained with rust, and I didn't have time to shoot them clean, so I was pulled by the shoulder by the table tennis teacher to the corner behind the auditorium in the playground.

He looked at me mockingly: "Kang Rong, your friend speaks much less than you, but I didn't expect you to be more rebellious in action." ”

I bowed my head and was silent, thinking to myself, it's a big deal to be criticized by him.

Halfway through the wall, before leaving the campus, the punishment will not be too serious.

"The one just now, Angel, is he your boyfriend?" Li Yonghua suddenly mentioned Anqi again.

I hated the way he pronounced Anqi's name, and I hated the tone of his voice. I shook my head repeatedly.

"Huh. Kang Rong, you and your mother are really carved out of the same mold. ”

Does he know my mother? I couldn't help but look up at him.

"No, you're better than Conin." His eyes suddenly became vicious, like a cobra waiting for an opportunity.