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You stand on the street with a loose school bag hanging on one side of your shoulder.

It's completely dark, but you still can't find a place to spend the night.

You frowned, and the scene of slamming the door a few hours ago was vivid in your mind. You roared at them, vowing that you would never come back, hoping that they would come out and pull you out this time, but they didn't. There was nothing behind you except the sound of slamming the door.

But where are you going now? You've wandered around the area, the money you have on you can't support you to go further, or spend a night in any comfortable place, and you've thought about the indoor basketball court at the school, but the school is already closed. You don't want to go through the trouble of climbing a pole and get caught by the patrolling security guard.

You can feel that the time is getting late, because there are fewer pedestrians on the road. In the end, you can't even see a single figure. The dim light shines on the cement-paved sidewalk, and your footsteps are heavy, but it doesn't dampen your desire to find a place to spend the night.

You stop in a park and look at the smooth benches in the moonlight, you are reluctant but have no other choice: Open your school bag, lay some clothes on it, use your coat as a quilt, use your flat school bag as a pillow. You didn't bring any books, including those for tomorrow's class, because you didn't plan to go to school the next day after spending the night out. You think, close your eyes.

The branches sway, and a gust of wind blows into your clothes. You jump up and stuff the clothes on your chair into your backpack, without even zipping it up and slipping away.

Well, you'll probably have to walk around the street until dawn, and you'll start complaining about how reckless you are, but you still won't go back, not to mention that you haven't even brought your keys.

You are wandering around at a crossroads, suddenly thinking of something, you try to focus your tired brain on that thought, you think of school, think of class, think of books, think of teachers... Yes! Teacher! You think of Dan, the history teacher, his classes are always so attractive, people can't help but like, and you've been secretly following him because you've stumbled upon him for a long time, and you've run into him from time to time. But you never greeted him head-on, just hid and watched which direction he was going.

You walked to his house in small pieces by memory, you have forgotten how you found his doorstep that day. You only remember that you wandered a few steps at the door and finally knocked on the door with the knuckles of two fingers.

Three knocks at the door, three breaths later, the door opens, it takes Dan a while to see you, he opens his eyes to figure out why you're here. The lights in the house were blocked by him, you couldn't see the expression on his face. You were shrouded in shadows.

"I don't know where to go..."

"Wait a minute."

Dan closed the door, stared blankly at the door,you turned around and sat down. You were too tired. fold your arms and put them on your bent knees, with your head on top.

don't know how long it had passed, but you faintly heard the sound of the door opening behind you, the light also came through the gaps in your eyes.

"Come in."

he said, you looked up and turned your head, pulling away the hair on your face , looking inside the room. After understanding what he meant, you stood up and staggered in. Dan leaned against the door frame to make room for you to enter, after you entered, he slowly closed the door.

The interior of the house seemed to have just been organized in a panic, with things just placed there, not messy, but not so neat. Dan didn't ask why you showed up at his doorstep, And you didn't say anything either, you were embarrassed, but at least you were indoors, and there was no wind to scare you away. Dan scratched his head,

"Where do you want to sleep?"

"Sofa"

You put your backpack on the front side of the sofa, after realized that you didn't zip it up before leaving the park. You pulled it up, and then laughed at yourself for being stupid. You pulled it down, laid the sofa like a chair. Dan walked over with the three-piece suit on the bed, as he put them on the sofa, he made a slight hmm. He turned around and saw the clothes you had laid on. With a few fallen leaves from the tree,

"Sleep on it."

He patted the mixed quilt and bedsheet,

"I'll help you make it."

You nodded, put the clothes back in your backpack again.

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You cried, at this moment you don't know what time, you only know that you had a dream that you don't want to have a second time. Outside the window, it was still pitch black, you didn't cry out, only a tear that hadn't cooled down. You sat up, you missed home, maybe you just missed your own room, your own bed.

You slowly get down from the sofa, keep your voice down for fear of waking Dan, you want to get some water, but you don't know where the light switch is. You groped, groped, there was still a bit of light in the room. You groped for Dan's bedside,

"Teacher Dan..."

You whispered a few times, but he didn't respond. You didn't know why your eyes were getting blurry, you were about to cry out loud. Your eyebrows are slightly wrinkled, you need a presence, and the presence you can get is right in front of you. You climbed onto Dan's bed, you admired your courage at that time. You didn't even take the blanket, but you pulled a blanket to cover your stomach. It was a bit cold but still acceptable. You're curling up with your back to Dan, trying to warm yourself up. A hot air came from behind you, he woke up? Your heart tightens and you feel his hand grabbing the quilt, slowly covering your side with the quilt. In that moment of covering, you feel his warmth all over your body. You sobb a few times, turn around, and approach Dan's arms. Crying out loud. Your head is buried in Dan's chest, your cry vibrates in his chest, he embraces you, a hand caresssed between your hair, he puts his lips close to your forehead, and he retreats, Dan says nothing. Just patting you on the back. Your crying gradually fades, and you slowly, in a daze, fall asleep in Dan's arms. Dan's eyes are still open, and he looks at you, turning to the wall opposite the bed. Dan's hand is still lightly patting your back. But it's much less powerful.

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it's the next morning, Dan is not in bed, your throat is still dry,you really forgot to get some water before crying in Dan's bed, the kitchen smells of bacon. You sit up, think about last night. Dan has a plate at each end of the table, a glass with milk and water, and Dan sits on the other end of the glass with water, and you sit on the other end in the plaid shirt that Dan gave you the night before.

"We've got to leave early for school,"

Dan said, chewing the bacon in his mouth, you think about last night, slowly handing

"I'm not going, I didn't bring my book out,"

you chew. Dan looked at you, put down his fork, raised his glass, and drank some water.

"But I can't leave you here, can I?"

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You're sitting in Dan's front passenger seat, with your seat belt fastened, feeling like a dream, you look at Dan when he's looking at the vehicle behind him in the left rearview mirror. You turn back your head,looking at the road eaten by the car, slowly closing your eyes.