When the protagonist of an abused novel penetrates into a sweet essay

"Didn't I pay you?" Under the tree on the side of the street, a tall boy was wearing a gray school uniform with a stand-up collar, a tie loosely tied, sleeves rolled up, and his schoolbag was thrown in the basket of a shared bicycle next to him, black and white. His big eyes were looking at the boy who was squatting on the ground to pick up the package.

The boy is tall, with tanned skin, a crew-shaven head, and short hair that almost reveals his pale scalp. He lowered his head to pick up the package, and the back of his neck showed slightly bulging blue veins. Sweat slid down the neckline along the muscle lines. It looks very sexy.

With his strong fingers, the boy expertly sorted the parcels in his jurisdiction, and threw them all accurately into the back seat of his battery car with a raised hand, then stood up and tied them up with a rope.

As soon as he stood up, he was a head taller than the boy next to him. With a smile on his face, his slightly tough facial features softened, his thin lips parted slightly, and he uttered a magnetic voice: "What you give is what you give, What I earn is what I earn."

"What nonsense." The boy on the side of the road was dissatisfied. His hair was black and shiny, and the hair was soft. The tail of his long hair was slightly raised by the wind. A light layer of icing sugar fell on the head.

The two and a half teenagers were wearing the school uniforms of a nearby private high school, which caused other students passing by to turn their heads frequently—it was a first-class institution of higher learning in the city, and both the educational resources and the tuition fees were jaw-dropping. Those who study, actually work part-time?

The tall boy didn't care about the unexpected eyes, he tied up the package and walked towards the boy on the side of the road.

The boy subconsciously backed away, almost leaning against the tree trunk, and said with his neck stuck, "Why? Did I say something wrong? Are you lying? What are you talking about? You didn't earn the wages you paid for me?"

"You know that's not what I mean." The tall boy bent slightly to block the sunlight. He propped one hand on the tree trunk behind the boy, and there was a tree thud, and he whispered with a smile, "Don't look to the side, dear!" one?"

"Dear..." The boy who was hit by the tree blushed immediately, his eyes subconsciously looked to the side, but he didn't want to be pinched by the man's jaw. The man's hand was very gentle, but the fingertips were scorching heat, which burned the boy's heart. Shrunk a bit.

The boy immediately covered it, and the students passing by screamed in a low voice. Some girls hurriedly took out their mobile phones to take pictures, but the boy retreated as soon as he touched it. .”

Who was this kissed?Naturally, it was Hao Le, and this tall, tall boy was naturally Zhong Quan.

Three years had passed since Hao Le proposed to pay Zhong Quan a salary. At this time, both of them were senior high school students. It was the summer season, and the weather was getting hotter. At the critical moment of the college entrance examination, I started working.

He worked part-time as a courier clerk, and came to help deliver the courier after school every day. Although the goods he delivered were not many, the hourly salary was quite considerable for students.

"I'll wait for you." Hao Le lost his temper after being kissed. He simply leaned against the tree trunk and looked at people lazily. "We agreed to go back together today."

Zhong Quan laughed, he really loved Hao Le's lazy, boneless look.

The boy has grown more and more refined over the past few years. Wearing a school uniform with a stand-up collar, he looks like a prince who walked out of a fairy tale. He has delicate features and elegant temperament, but his temper is not so good. look.

Collecting the experience of [-] books, the two of them have pretty good grades, and they hardly have to worry about the college entrance examination.

But at the same time, because of the collection of experience and experience in nineteen books, the personalities of the two have changed in different ways.

Hao Le is still so gentle and easy to get along with on weekdays, but there is always something unspeakable in his smile. As long as he makes a good decision, no matter how much opposition there is, Hao Le will continue to move forward with a smile regardless of the opposition.

And I don't know if he was bullied a lot before, but now this person is very cunning, and he feels a bit "bad at school".

"Okay, then you will stay with me?" Zhong Quan took his lover's hand and squeezed it gently.

Hao Le nodded, and then followed Zhong Quan to deliver the goods on a shared bicycle - he hadn't asked his family to send a car to pick him up for a long time. He liked the feeling of riding home with Zhong Quan, which would make him forget all the things for a while. Worrying, I feel like I am really a seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy.

The two chatted while riding: "Xiao Shan and Zhan Nan have returned to China."

Zhong Quan hummed: "I heard."

"Where is your father?"

"It's okay, at least you won't sleep on the street." Zhong Quan shrugged, "The Zhong family's business is now abroad, so it can be regarded as a fresh start."

"Aren't you going back to help?" Hao Le yawned with his schoolbag on his back. The warm wind blew past, and the air smelled of flowers.

"I'm yours," Zhong Quan said with a smile, "I'm not going anywhere."

The corners of Hao Le's mouth curled up. These years they lived a very peaceful and happy life. He and Zhong Quan have never been separated again, and the time they spend together is the longest time so far.

They keep many memories: birthdays, dating anniversaries, graduation anniversaries, "first kiss" anniversaries and...

Hao Le remembered what happened a few days ago, and his ears couldn't help turning red again.

The days are too leisurely, and the sound of the system has not been heard. After a long time, it will occasionally make people feel trance-as if everything before is just a nightmare.

Looking at the back in front of him, Hao Le felt peaceful and content in his heart. He seemed to have experienced a new love - from childhood sweethearts to exchanging kisses, hiding in the grove behind the school playground and dozing off, being gentle and gentle on the way home. hold hands.These are ordinary love affairs that he and Zhong Quan had no time to experience before.

Hao Le raised the corner of his mouth, raised his body slightly and quickly passed Zhong Quan, and turned his head with a smile: "You are too slow!"

Zhong Quan followed behind with a look of doting and helplessness: "Slow down, pay attention to safety."

After Zhong Quan delivered the last courier, Zhong Quan returned the battery car to the courier company, took off the vest with the "XX Express" logo on his body, and followed Hao Le home sweating.

Zhong Quan walked slowly with their schoolbags in hand, and Hao Le rode a bicycle around him in an S-shape, quite childish.Zhong Quan always had a smile on his face, and his eyes were gentle and focused. When he found a shared bicycle on the side of the road, the two rode home together.

Now Zhong Quan lives and eats at Hao Le's house. Ever since he worked for Hao Le, Hao Le simply moved out of the house.Grandpa spoiled his grandson to the extreme, without a word of rebuttal, he immediately bought an apartment not far from the school.

The apartment is not big, but it is just right for two and a half children to live in. Hao Le is quite satisfied.

On weekends, the two children would go back to Zhen's house to accompany their grandfather. Although Mr. Zhen knew that he had lost his grandson again because of the Zhong family's mistakes, it can be seen that the two children have such a good relationship, so he couldn't bear to separate them.

Hao's mother would bring stewed soup to the apartment every now and then. Hao's parents also found new jobs in this city, and they did not agree to Mr. Zhen's original request to join Zhen's company. Son only.

As soon as the two arrived downstairs, they saw a familiar mint green small battery.

This is the standard equipment for Hao’s mother. She rides this on and off work on weekdays. At this time, there is still a vegetable basket hanging on the handle of the battery, which contains a few meat buns. One is given to Zhong Quan, and after one bite, it is full of marinade juice.

"Hmm! This taste...is my favorite shop!" Hao Le narrowed his eyes happily, with a circle of marinade on the corner of his mouth, Zhong Quan checked that there was no one around, and leaned over to lick the corner of his little lover's mouth By the way, he pried open the opponent's teeth and took a piece of meat out of the opponent's mouth.

Hao Le: "..." This man is getting more and more shameless.

Mother Hao was indeed at home. She was pouring out the stew to heat up, and made two side dishes. Seeing that the two children came back and were still eating the roujiamo, she suddenly smiled: "Did Lele find it? This child, will Steal people to eat!"

Hao Le leaned over with a smile, rubbed his head on his mother's shoulder, and said coquettishly, "Mom, you didn't bring the roujiamo when you bought it. If I didn't find out in time, wouldn't I miss out on the delicious food?"

"Nonsense." Hao's mother pampered her baby, pointed at the tip of Hao Le's nose, and opened the refrigerator door to show him, "Will Mom buy it for you? Whoever wants it, you can't miss it."

Zhong Quan listened to the mother and son chatting, with a smile on his mouth: Hao Le's attachment to Hao's mother has been clearly seen by him over the years. Such a gentle, kind and strong heart.

Zhong Quan knew that Hao Le had to flirt with Hao's mother for a while, so he changed his shoes, put Hao Le's shoes back, took their schoolbags to put them away, and changed into home clothes by the way.

When he came out to help with his sleeves rolled up, Mother Hao had already prepared the meals in a hurry and even cleaned the kitchen.

Zhong Quan had no room to use his skills, so he said helplessly, "Auntie, you have done all my work."

"Family, what are you doing so clearly?" Hao's mother has long regarded Zhong Quan as her second son. Zhong Quan is calm and capable, unlike Hao Le who loves to act like a baby. rest assured.

Wearing an apron, Mother Hao put the food on the table, looked at Zhong Quan, who was tanned, and said worriedly: "I came back so late today, and I went to work again? Does homework matter?"

"It doesn't matter to him." Hao Le licked his lips and said after eating the last bite of Roujiamo, "The first grade in the monthly exam."

Hao's mother suddenly laughed, with a proud face: "Our Xiao Zhong is very powerful."

Hao's mother is used to calling Zhong Quan Xiao Zhong, and Hao Le finds it very funny every time she hears it, and now she can't help but laugh again.

Zhong Quan glanced at Hao Le, and said to Hao's mother with a smile on the corner of his mouth, "I will only do it for half a month."

"You have your own plan since you were a child, and no one says it's useless." Hao's mother took off her apron and touched Zhong Quan's hedgehog-like crew cut. Uncle Hao is going crazy again."

Hao's father is a madman who loves his wife. Although his mouth is awkward and he can't always say anything nice, it is better to take practical actions towards his wife.

When Mother Hao mentioned Father Hao's smile, she became more gentle. Before she went out here, Father Hao's phone call came after her.

"Getting ready to go home..."

"I know be careful, how many times are you going to say that?"

"I ride very slowly, all the kindergarten kids walk faster than me..."

Hao's mother closed the door and left while talking. After the sound in the corridor became silent, Hao Le burst out laughing.

Zhong Quan said while eating, "We must learn from aunts and uncles, and we must always be so loving."

Hao Le's ears turned red, and he hummed: "Who wants to be in love with you, it's disgusting."

"Actually, you are a bit like an uncle," Zhong Quan said slowly, "When it comes to relationship issues, you have a sharp mouth and a bean curd heart."

Hao Le: "..." Humph!

The two of them had dinner while watching the news while turning on the TV. After dinner, Zhong Quan went to wash the dishes as usual. Hao Le carried his homework into the living room, and sat on the carpet to do his homework slowly.

The night outside is getting darker, the street lights are gradually turning on, there are noises of children playing on the basketball court downstairs, and the air is full of peace and comfort.

After Zhong Quan cleaned up the dining room and kitchen, he came over and dragged his master's homework to help him start writing.

Hao Le propped his cheeks, and twirled the tip of the pen with his slender fingers: "The teacher saw it a few days ago and said that my homework was written by you."

"Then what's the matter?" Zhong Quan didn't raise his head, the light cast a three-dimensional shadow on his side face, which made his face look tougher, "You're still the second grader in the monthly exam, so it's not me Did you help write it?"

"You still say!" Hao Le kicked Zhong Quan lightly, "Out of all subjects, who are you trying to scare to death?"

Both Hao Le and Zhong Quan can easily get full marks in all subjects, which is too childish for them, but it would be wrong if they get full marks every time, and they have to act like normal students.So generally speaking, they will deliberately do wrong questions and maintain a relatively average level.

In the usual exams, Zhong Quan would make the illusion of partial subjects, deliberately lagging behind Hao Le by a few points. He hadn't surpassed Hao Le's score in three years of high school, but this time he actually got full marks in all subjects, and naturally ran ahead of Hao Le.

Zhong Quan raised his head, tilted his head with a pen and smiled: "I heard someone in the next class say that this time you got the first place in the exam and will confess to you."

Hao Le: "..."

Zhong Quan put down his pen, moved closer, and said ambiguously: "I have to strangle all bad signs in the cradle."