Until now, I didn't understand whether they were trying to vent their anger or play a prank.

I tried to put my dislocated hand back in place, and I was a little dazed.

Painted with a layer of red paint, I am like a clumsy and indecent abstract painted sculpture, and it is a sin to go out and scare people.

Coupled with the extreme pain in my abdomen, shoulders and back, I gave up on going home – I might as well stay in the dorm for another night and go home the next day to recover a little more.

I found a spare cloth bag and put all of Angel's belongings in it. I rolled up his bed, sheets, and all that stuff and put it by the door. I left a note on it that briefly summarized what had happened.

Then, I slowly cleaned up the mess in the dormitory.

As night fell, I packed up everything and fell asleep on Angel's empty bed, tired and depressed.

For some reason, I dreamed of Li Yonghua. In the dream, he was violent to me in a more drastic way, and I was like an outsider, unconscious.

After waking up, the soreness in his body tragically became even more arrogant.

The power supply arrangement in the dormitory is the same as usual, and the dormitory is dark at this time. Luckily there was hot water.

I cleaned myself up and rummaged through Angel's bottles and cans. I looked at the instructions on the medicine jar with my flashlight, and was a little surprised - what Angel was about to apply was really complicated.

I drugged myself, smelled the rich smell in the air, and held the delicate and heavy "Lao She Anthology".

No wonder it is always said that boys should learn some martial arts such as taekwondo, otherwise they can't even protect the people they like, and they have to be embarrassed, which is really inferior.

Don't know where Angel went? This guy doesn't even want his own luggage?

After thinking about it, I finally remembered that I had spoken to my mother on the phone a few days ago, and she asked me to have dinner with Uncle Zhao (who my mother told me to call him) tonight. This was the first time she had officially introduced her marriage partner to me.

Actually, my mother doesn't care if I attend or not. The so-called contact relationship is just a formality. I don't have the right to decide who she wants to live with.

But in order to prevent Uncle Zhao from being dissatisfied with his mother, I should still make a phone call to let me know.

There are two ways to get to the public phone booth from the dormitory. I guessed my current appearance and smell were a little scary, so I decided to take the off-the-beaten-path path.

In the middle of summer night, the moon is in the sky and the breeze is light; The cicadas are constantly chirping, and the fragrance is fragrant. I'm also in a much more relaxed mood - there are many beautiful and lovely places in this cage-like campus.

Passing by an old locust tree, there was a figure sitting under the tree. The faint fireworks in his hands were clearly extinguished. I stare for a moment. It's Angel.

I didn't want him to see me, so I quickened my pace towards the phone booth.

My mother was a little upset about my absence from dinner and blamed me for being untrustworthy and rude, which I couldn't agree more. I heard Zhao Wei whispering a few words to the side, and my mother smiled softly again, and then hung up my phone again.

Turning around, Angel was only two or three paces away from me.

I think he's a little more tragic than me. After all, he is the one who is remembered for splashing red paint, and he is also the one who lost a lot of expensive clothes and luggage.

"Can you laugh when you're beaten like this?" Angel frowned and asked, "Tell me honestly, which calf did you fight with?" ”

But I just couldn't stop laughing: "Didn't win." Don't want to tell you. ”

Angel leaned in and grabbed my dislocated hand, "You're really ...... You still steal my medicine? ”

"......" I had nothing to say, and I was stunned for a moment before squeezing out a sentence, "Then I'll go back and pay for your medicine." ”

"No, I don't. From now on, it will be a family. ”

“……”

The rich smell of mint smoke on Angel's body penetrated into my nostrils along the evening breeze. I'd like to get closer to him. I also want to kiss him.

He took my arm around as if to correct the bone position of my arm.

It dawned on me that I didn't really care.

For mothers, no matter what the identity of the other party is—whether it's a married man, a friend's lover, or an employee's lover...... In her eyes, they are just a person who can be together for a while.

And Angel to me, I don't know when, has become the person I want to be with for a long time, a long time.

Then he is the adopted son of my future stepfather...... And how?

- This shouldn't have been my shackles.

Because I bleed the same blood as my mother—I didn't even agree with the prevailing morality more than my mother.

Angel stretched my arm lightly and asked me, "Are you better?" ”

I nodded. I stepped forward. The tip of our nose almost touched. I want to be closer to him.

Anqi frowned and retreated: "Don't you dare to go home after fighting with someone?" My dad booked a box for you half a month ago in today's 'Tang Pavilion', when are you not good at pulling the rack, but you want to choose today? ”