Jiang Lin is in the ninth grade. He is rich and handsome. He sleeps in class and smokes over the wall. He looks like the kind of problem student that "the teacher sighs after looking at it, and the classmates look around".
But in fact, his grades were extremely good, but he just didn't bother to explain to anyone why he changed so many schools, why his parents never came to parent-teacher conferences, and why he was always alone.
On the first day of his sophomore year in high school, he was late. There was only a window seat in the last row in the classroom, and there was a boy sitting next to him who was reading an English book.
Jiang Lin was face-blind and did not recognize that it was Chen Yan, the top student in his grade who was always ranked first in his grade.
He wasn't interested in admitting it either. Anyway, he won't be here for long before he moves away, no matter who he sits at the same table with.
That afternoon, he climbed over a wall to smoke, and was discovered riding on the top of the wall.
"You come down first, and I won't tell the teacher."
Jiang Lin lowered his head and looked - he didn't recognize him.
"Who are you?"
The other party was silent for two seconds and then smiled: "Your deskmate."
Then Jiang Lin slipped and fell from the wall. He hit the ground on the back of his head and fainted on the spot.
——This was his first formal conversation with Chen Yan.
Later he discovered that this deskmate appeared to be gentle and courteous, but in fact he was extremely venomous.
"You wrote your homework wrong."
"You go to class and sleep again."
"You climbed over the wall again."
Jiang Lin endured it for three days and finally broke out: "Are you specifically staring at me?"
Chen Yan's expression remained unchanged: "I just have good observation skills."
Later, Jiang Lin discovered something.
Chen Yan always eats alone, goes home alone, and lives alone in a rental house near the school. If I don't go home on weekends, my parents never come over. There are competition question books and English novels on his bookshelf; there are expired milk and dumplings made by himself in his refrigerator; he has a pot of green radish growing lushly on his windowsill.
The first in grade is also a person.
The night when Jiang Lin was blocked in the alley, he fought seven against one and lost. He was sitting under the wall, blood dripping from the corner of his mouth, and he didn't even have the strength to stand up.
Chen Yan appeared out of nowhere, squatted in front of him and stretched out his hand.
"Get up, I'll take you away."
Jiang Lin looked at him without moving.
"Are you here to see a joke?"
Chen Yan did not answer. He held out his hand and waited.
Jiang Lin put his hand up.
The moment he stood up, he was exhausted and fell heavily into Chen Yan's arms. Before losing consciousness, he heard Chen Yan say something——
"You don't always have to be the one to go first. Someone will pick you up this time."
From that day on, Jiang Lin began to feel that he could stay in this school longer.
Not because of the single-room dormitory, not because of the sweet and sour pork ribs in the cafeteria, or because Teacher Li was nice to him.
It's because someone told him——
Stay.
——A story about face blindness, climbing over walls, fighting, doing competition questions, eating xiaolongbao, and spending the night at each other's houses.
"Are you willing?"
"... I understand."
"That's fine."
Both people are one person.
But when two people are put together, it's not.
Intention: Some people don't want to stay, they are just waiting for someone to say "You don't have to leave"