presumptuous

Feng Jiuwang yelled so naturally that he couldn't find anything wrong.

Yu Huan didn't have any brothers or sisters at home, so he didn't know much about it, so he went back to his room in a daze, and fell asleep in a daze.

He was really sleepy and fell asleep as soon as he touched the pillow.

Feng Jiuwang didn't sleep, he stayed from dark to dawn.The underfloor heating and the fluffy carpet made him very dry. With the windows open at night, the cold wind brought the dry smell of leaves, mixed with a little bit of sweetness, which was as cloying as blood.

He is not sleepy.

It is not uncommon for him to hang out in nightclubs and go crazy until six o'clock the next morning.

Chen Fangmei's outrageous behavior rarely made him angry, and Yu Huan's appearance barely soothed the depression in his heart.He knew that the woman had no malicious intentions, but that didn't mean he had to accept her "kindness" completely.

What Yu also said was correct, the so-called hardships were just an excuse for the elders to be self-righteous.

They always like to center on themselves, put a circle on the young child, and then tighten it a little bit, and then tighten it until it is tight enough to suffocate.

Feng Jiuwang really didn't expect Yu to say those words to him.The teacher is soft even against the bones, and the rebellion only surfaced on the surface.

Thinking of this, he suddenly laughed, counting all the bad behaviors he had done to Yu Huan before.What kind of stupid good man is that, forgiving him again and again and then trusting him.

The immaturity and insecurity of youth were forgiven in this way at this time.

Feng Juwang decided to let go of his hostility for the time being, to treat the lamb better, and not to make him angry anymore. The fragile and sensitive little horn on his body would not pose any threat, but would make his heart itch.

At 05:30 in the morning, a large swath of fog covered the distant mountains, Yu Huan's house rang an alarm, and stopped shortly afterwards.

At six o'clock sharp, the alarm rang again, then stopped again.

At [-]:[-], the alarm bell rang for the third time, and Feng Jiuwang hesitantly walked to Yu Huan's door and knocked on the door twice.

No one responded.

After another 5 minutes, Feng Zhuwang turned the doorknob, and the door opened unimpeded.

The boy narrowed his eyes and muttered, "Sleep without locking the door?"

The light blue curtains revealed a faint light, and the temperature in the room was higher than that in the living room.Yu was still asleep, most of his pajamas were rolled up, revealing his white belly and thin waist, and the quilt was kicked aside.

"Yu Huan, get up." Feng Jiuwang said.

Yu Huan immediately turned over, buried his face in the pillow, and the pillow sank immediately.

Feng Jiuwang: "?"

So conscious and not dead?

"Brother, wake up, it's past six o'clock."

Yu is still not sober, and his nasal voice is a bit heavy and he responds in a daze: "The alarm hasn't sounded yet."

"Hasn't it already rang three times?"

"That's what I... made an appointment in advance, and it hasn't arrived yet."

"Why did you set the alarm clock in advance?"

Yu Huan finally showed his face, there was a mark on one side of his cheek, it seemed that he had slept soundly.

Feng Jiuwang, who has always been the champion of staying up late, also feels sleepy for some reason, and really wants to get under the covers and sleep.

"Because I can't get up." Yu Huan half-opened his eyes, sat up slowly, and said slowly, "Why did you come in?"

"Because the alarm keeps ringing."

"Sorry, did I disturb you?" Yu Huan stood up slowly, picked up his phone to check the time, and sighed almost aggrieved, "I'm so sleepy."

But soon he got up and educated Feng Jiuwang: "You just came in without the door locked? Don't you know that you have to knock on the door to ask for my permission?"

"I knocked, but you didn't answer."

"..."

Yu still lowered his head, raised his head again and said, "Well, what do you want to eat in the morning, you can cook so early, do you have any taboos?"

Feng Zhuwang ruthlessly punctured: "Why change the subject? The teacher is too old to stay in bed. It's my fault but it's my fault. I'm really wronged." The tone didn't seem wronged, but aggressive. .

What about not bullying the teacher?

The breakfast is still made, the most common egg fried rice with some ham, and finally Yu asked him if he wanted to add some tomato sauce.

Feng Zhuwang flatly refused: "No."

"Don't you want it? I think you enjoy eating French fries with ketchup."

Yu also brought the meal to the table, Feng Jiuwang picked up the chopsticks: "Sometimes the teacher is really careful to make people feel scary."

"what?"

Feng Jiuwang showed a smiling face: "It's nothing."

Those tenderness and care seem to be engraved in a mold, with similar shapes and characteristics.

At 07:30 in the morning, considering that Feng Jiuwang was still around, Yu hadn't taken the school bus yet, and stood at the bus stop with the boy.

"Aren't you cold just wearing these?" Yu also saw that Feng Jiuwang was only wearing a sweater and a not very thick black coat.He wanted to ask last night.

Feng Juwang directly unzipped his clothes, and moved in front of Yu Huan to wrap him up.The young man's chest was hot, and Yu Huan forgot to avoid it for a while.

Only then did Feng Jiuwang reply: "I'm not cold, I'm warm."

When the bus arrived, Yu also said, "Feng Jiuwang, can you act like a normal human being?"

"Get in the car first."

"Oh."

Finding a seat and sitting down, Feng Jiuwang asked, "What did you say about me just now? Did you call me inhuman?"

"I didn't say that, don't misinterpret my meaning. Who would a normal person hug me after someone asked me if I'm cold?"

"If I say it's not cold, you won't believe it. Of course, you can only believe it if you feel it." Feng Ju tilted his head towards him, "Isn't it?"

Yu still didn't want to admit that he was actually convinced by this weird logic, and buried his jaw and mouth in his collar to keep warm, ignoring Feng Jiuwang's nonsense.

The bus wobbled for a while, and Yu said, "Should it be snowing soon?"

Feng Jiuwang: "It's only November now, no matter what, it shouldn't snow until January, right?"

"Now the snow is getting later and later in the north."

"The teacher is from the south, right? Sometimes he speaks with an accent." Actually, it's not an accent, but occasionally some syllables are slurred.

"Huh? No...not counting. How should I put it? My mother is from the south. I lived there when I was very young, but my father is from the north."

"My brother is obviously 27, and I still use reduplicative words like 'mom and dad' when calling my parents."

"Stop attacking me with age, is there anything wrong with calling it that?"

"No. I just think that you must have a good relationship with your parents. The teacher is a spoiled child." He called Yu Huan a child.

Yu was still thinking about something sensitively, turned off the fire, turned his eyes to Feng Jiuwang, and softened his attitude.

"What about you, how did you get along with your mother when you were young?"

Feng Ju looked at it for a moment, "I don't really remember. She has been in poor health since I was born, and she often went to the hospital. I was brought up by a nanny. Later, she was hospitalized and saw her less frequently. The impression of her is already very vague..." He was thinking, and finally gave an answer, "But everyone who knew her before said that she was cold-tempered, but I didn't feel that way. Every time I went to see her, she was very cold. Smile happily."

Yu Huan said in a very natural tone: "Well, then you are also a child loved by your mother."