Chapter 1617 (1/2)

They are mysterious. It seems that there is something shameful in this room for me to see.

It is said that curiosity will kill the cat. I don't care what curiosity can kill.

I like people who have no friends best, because I don't either.

That means he has no friends.

He shakes his head. Maybe he doesn't go out all day and doesn't need a phone?

So I put my hands on the windowsill and said, ”do you have a phone? Leave me the number and I'll call you. ”

When he spoke to me before I left, it showed that he was willing to establish contact with me.

And his voice was soft, as if a little strong wind could blow his voice away.

His eyes are so beautiful. They look like a kaleidoscope.

I looked up at him from under the windowsill. The light of light green fell into his eyes, which made me feel more confused and hazy.

”My name is Shen Li, the one who leaves.” It turns out that he is not dumb. He can talk.

My foot finally stepped on the protruding stone and was about to climb down when I heard the boy finally speak.

So I went to climb the window, and before I turned out, I winked at him and said, ”goodbye.”

If I go out from the door of his room and be seen by others, I will feel very strange. In this way, how can I come and how can I go.

Suddenly I have a little empathy, because most of the time I am lonely, although I don't admit it.

But I can see loneliness in his eyes.

That teenager is still sitting in the original place and looking at me. His eyes are very strange. It seems that he hasn't seen human beings for a long time.

Then he hung up and got out of bed.

I got on the phone and quickly said to my father, ”wait for me at the door. I'll come right away.”

I was woken up by my phone. I took out my cell phone from my pocket. My father called me. They must have finished. I can't be found everywhere.

I was a little sleepy, and then I actually fell asleep.

The curtain lamp is like his ceiling. There's nothing special on the wall of his bed. It's just like the ceiling lamp.

That boy always looked at me, and I don't know if he was stunned by such a shameless person as me. He didn't ask anyone to throw me out.

It's not enough for me to just sit on it. I'm going to break my waist when I just climbed the wall. I just kick off my shoes and lie on it.

A sick teenager like this must have some problems.

Looking at the spotless appearance of his room, he must be a bit of a cleanliness addict.

He looked a little shocked. I didn't expect that I would be so shameless.

He didn't speak. I couldn't pry open his mouth, so I sat down on his bed with snow-white sheets.

So I looked at him, he is very thin, wearing white casual pants and white shirt, looks like a fairy, I think he is now just short of a whisk can get the way to cultivate immortals.

It seems that he seldom communicates with others and has some social phobia.

”What's your name?” I'm not ashamed to ask, but he didn't speak.

I guess he is not a mute, because when I was talking just now, he was listening to me seriously.

He didn't speak. His lips twitched and didn't make a sound.

His behavior seemed timid and made people feel pity.