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Back to the original place, and back to the original feelings.
However, after that night, Xiao Minxing did not go out again. I don't know if Lu Yishan has recovered or if there is another reason; anyway, he doesn't say a word at home. Every time I think of asking, he always responds with harsh words.
That bedroom of mine has also been locked by him, really forcing me to share a bed with him.
The strangest thing is that every night we don't say a word, each sleeping on one side of the bed. To avoid crossing boundaries, we even leave a gap in the middle of the blanket, creating a natural trench.
But often by morning, things do not go as planned.
Moreover, most of the time, he maintains his original sleeping position while I end up sprawled across the bed, sometimes even putting my feet or hands on him.
When he wakes up, he surprisingly doesn’t get angry; he just disdainfully removes my limbs and then goes to the bathroom to wash himself clean like someone with severe obsessive-compulsive disorder.
If life is plain, it passes very quickly.
A month later, Xiao Minxing asked me, “Has it come?”
At that moment, we were both eating. I had my mouth full of food and stared at him for a long time without understanding what he was asking. I could only assume I was hallucinating and continued eating.
He then asked again, “Did your menstruation come this month?”
I almost spat out my food and looked at him in disbelief for a long time before finally swallowing hard and nodding, saying, “It came.”
“Why didn’t I know?”
I was a bit confused. When did I have to report to him about my menstruation?
Before I could ask, he said, "We live together every night. If you're on your period, I will definitely know. After dinner, come with me to the hospital."
Oh my god, so he wanted me to move into his room for this?
Isn't his IQ supposed to be way higher than mine? How could he think of using this method? Is he out of his mind?
We really should go to the hospital, not for me, but to take him to see a psychologist.
Even though I insisted that I was fine, Xiao Minxing completely ignored me and still took me to the hospital after dinner.
Of course, nothing was wrong. The doctor even comforted us by saying, "You are still young, and your physical condition is not bad. Keep a relaxed mindset and don't put too much pressure on yourselves; you will definitely have children."
After leaving the hospital, seeing his frustrated and slightly disappointed expression made me doubt if I was standing next to the right person.
Didn’t he hate me the most? Didn’t he say he didn’t want our child? Why is he so anxious now? After we did it last time, he took me for a check-up. I didn’t think much of it afterward; I just assumed he said that in front of the doctor because he didn’t want me to get pregnant again. If it happened, he probably would have made plans early on.
I didn’t expect that he actually had another set of thoughts in his mind; I was just slow to realize it.
But he is a contradiction. The things he has said and done give me hope on one hand and despair on the other. Over time, I feel like I can’t believe anything and can only take it one step at a time.
However, because of all this mess, I hadn’t attended the Comic Training Class for a long time. Now that I'm sure I'm not pregnant and Lu Yishan didn't sign up either, after getting Xiao Minxing's approval, I went back to the studio the next day.
It’s just that the handsome teacher who used to be very polite and kind to me now looked at me with a not-so-good expression.
Ye Guang was still sitting in his place, and when he saw me, he actually smiled slightly, as if the light in his eyes had brightened a bit.
I sat two seats away from him and saw that the lines on his drawing board were still simple sketches, without any obvious structure or intention to express anything.
Thinking back to the last time he helped me and the painting he gave me, I felt warm inside and wanted to give him a painting in return. So I drew him as a powerful god of light on the board, and naturally, that drawing board became a divine blade, while Lu Yishan became the souls under his sword.
Just as I was making revisions, intending to give it to him before leaving, I heard him speak first: "There is a war in your heart."
I turned to look at him; before I could say anything, he continued, "I have one too."
This statement sounded a bit strange and foolish at first. The word "war" feels out of place in such peaceful times, rarely mentioned by people. His life seemed quite calm; how could he say something like that?
He pointed to the drawing board and asked softly, "Can you give this to me?"
I quickly took it off the board and said, "It was meant for you anyway. Thank you for your help that day; otherwise, I wouldn't know what to do."
Ye Guang smiled shyly, took another careful look at the painting, then slowly rolled it up and put it into his bag.
He usually left later than I did each day. Sometimes I wondered if he attended evening classes as well.
But it felt strange; the students who joined us around the same time had started using computers for their work. For many people, learning animation was not just about interest but also a means of making a living. I initially thought that way too, but if one wanted to find a job with such skills, knowing how to use a computer was essential.
However, Ye Guang drew every day but never touched a computer. As for me, I was more like someone who fished three days and dried nets for two days. Plus, Teacher had some opinions about me, so we both became somewhat of legends in the Studio, merely passing time here.
When I left, it was the first time he said goodbye to me and even turned around to see me off at the Entrance.
He had a slight smile on his face that I rarely saw, and his eyes were clear. This made me confirm once again that the so-called idiot others spoke of didn't really exist; perhaps he simply didn't want to deal with those people.
But what exactly had happened to make him like this?
At his age, with his family background, he could easily be sent to a better school for a more comprehensive education instead of spending day after day in the Training Class.
"What are you thinking? You just crashed into the car."
It was Xiao Minxing's voice. He was wearing a light-colored thin windbreaker, leaning against the car. Although his eyes were on me, his tone remained as cold as ever.
I was used to it, so I didn't say anything and got into the car from the other side.
After starting the Car, he asked again, "What were you thinking just now?"
I turned my head to look at him, a bit confused about what was going on with him. He usually wouldn't ask me such boring questions; there was no need for us to exchange thoughts. So when he first asked, I thought he was just mocking me again and didn't pay much attention. I was surprised when he asked again.
"I was thinking about that classmate in our class," I said.
He let out a cold laugh through his nose and replied harshly, "The one who helped you fight?"
I was almost going crazy. How did he know about this? I was a hundred percent sure that Lu Yishan wouldn't have told him about it. So where did he get this information?
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