On the first day when Chen Xingzhi transferred to another school, he walked to the corner by the window with the whole class watching.
There lay a sleeping man.
He put his schoolbag on the empty seat next to him: "Can I sit next to you?"
A long time. The man raised his head and held out his hand.
"Song Bowang."
Later, Chen Xingzhi learned that no one else had ever sat in that seat.
Song Bowang is the first in his grade and an art student. He cannot exercise strenuously because of myocarditis. He talks very little, and is used to holding the screen of his mobile phone downward, and is used to shrinking back a little when others approach him. He has a mother who watches him in the dark, an old mark hidden under his collar, and a whole world that no one ever gets close to.
Chen Xingzhi is different. He was well loved, so he knew how to get close in the lightest way possible.
Pass the water without asking. If you see the scars, don't ask. He just stood there. Keep standing there.
Later, Song Bowang fell ill, and while he was out of breath and suffocating with stiff limbs, he smashed the monitor. He pushed Chen Xingzhi away at the school gate and said, "Don't like me anymore."
Chen Xingzhi did not leave.
"Would you like to come home with me, I love you"
Later they actually had a home. Balcony, sunshine, a cat named An An. On weekend mornings, sunlight leaked in through the cracks in the curtains, one after another. He was sleeping next to her, breathing lightly. He woke up, looked at it for a while, reached out his hand, and brushed away the broken hair from his forehead.
They have all been waiting for this moment.
Finally, he no longer had to support himself.
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Slow heat/campus/two-way healing
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