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Once a man reaches Ren Kuan's age, no matter how he deals with people, things, or feelings, he has his own skills and knows how to restrain himself and how to regulate his emotions.

The inexplicable feeling didn't affect Ren Kuan for long, because even when his feelings for Jiu'er were still ambiguous and not clear enough, he had repeatedly warned himself that Jiu'er was just a child, and there was nothing wrong with him relying on him, and he had to know the bottom line of getting along with the two of them. Where.

This boundary, like the [-]th line on the desk, is not deep in Ren Kuan's mind, but it is obvious enough.

Sometimes it is like a wind chime on the window, any wind and grass is enough to blow it.

After Jiang Ke returned home, the relatives moved frequently. Ren Kuan and Jiang Ke's family would occasionally have a light meal together, and it was inevitable to talk about the lifelong events of the two men of marriageable age.

Jiang Ke was rather shy about this kind of thing, while Ren Kuan was much more generous. When his aunt mentioned it, he also answered casually: "I have a blind date, aunt, please help me keep an eye on it."

Seemingly a random answer, the moment Ren Kuan said it, he felt relieved and settled a big matter in his heart. Since he came out of the massage club that day, the big stone on his heart was also lifted.

On the way back, he happened to meet Jiu'er sitting at the door on the stone steps. Once the knot in his heart was untied, Ren Kuan was not so awkward seeing Jiu'er.

"Sit at the door again?" Ren Kuan stepped forward and touched Jiu'er's head, "Is Wang Rui not here?"

Ever since Ren Kuan left in a hurry that time, even though Ren Kuan still brought him meals, he also chatted a little when he was free.

But blind people are naturally more sensitive than able-bodied people. Their sensitivity is not only in the physical touch, but also emotionally.

Even if they lose the most direct vision to accept things, they can still feel the emotional changes in the air. Jiu'er can feel that Ren Kuan has something on his mind, and many times he seems to be unable to let go, not perfunctory himself, but a little timid.

The familiar temperature and weight above his head made Jiu'er feel a little dazed. Ren Kuan felt far away from him a few days ago, like a big dream, and Ren Kuan stood in front of him again.

Jiu'er involuntarily covered the hand above her head, "The lady boss is not here..."

Ren Kuan had a guilty conscience before, as long as he didn't have those messy thoughts, he wouldn't feel embarrassed when facing Jiu'er.

Ren Kuan looked into the massage club again. There were not many customers in the afternoon, and the lights were still turned off in the dark lobby. The blind people were all sitting on chairs dully.

His heart is open, he doesn't allow Jiu'er to become one with these blind people, Jiu'er doesn't belong here, Jiu'er wants to go out, and he wants to take him out.

Ren Kuan knelt down in front of Jiu'er, "Take you out for a while?"

Putting aside those things that are there or not, Ren Kuan still wants to get along with Jiu'er as a younger brother. Once he has the role of younger brother, Ren Kuan will be more open-minded.

His dark eyes suddenly lit up, Jiu'er didn't even think about whether he would be scolded, because Ren Kuan's invitation was worth his risk.

"Where are you going?" I don't know how long Jiu'er sat outside the store, and the outside of her arms were flushed from the sun.

Ren Kuan wanted to take Jiu'er out for a ride while Wang Rui wasn't there, and it wouldn't take long to go back and forth, and send him back quietly without anyone noticing.

"Let's go by bike. I bought a helmet but never used it for you." Ren Kuan asked, "Shall we go?"

The phrase "Going?" is a bit redundant. There is a mountain of knives and a sea of ​​fire in front of him. Ren Kuan doesn't need to ask Jiu'er about his wishes, and Jiu'er will say go without thinking.

His longing for Ren Kuan is a fantasy, and he has already indulged in it.

Jiu'er nodded fiercely, "Is it just the two of us?"

Ren Kuan laughed, "Otherwise? How many people can sit on my motorcycle." He also wanted to add, didn't he promise you earlier not to carry others?But if it was too frivolous, he didn't dare to say it to Jiu'er.

"Wait here for me." Ren Kuan stuffed the helmet in Jiu'er's hand, "I'll go up and get your helmet."

With a sinking in his arms, Jiu'er seemed to have taken over a huge responsibility. He listened to Ren Kuanyuan's footsteps, and then ran upstairs with his guide stick.

He wants to change his clothes, he wants to face Ren Kuan with a better look, because this date that is not a date is worth it.

Ren Kuan took the helmet in the store and ran down quickly, but there was no sign of Jiu'er at the door, and he was about to call out, "Jiu..."

I saw Jiu'er changing into a short sleeve and appearing at the corner of the stairs in the massage club.

Jiu'er perfectly interpreted what a hanger is, and the T-shirts worth tens of dollars gave him the feeling of high school.

That immaturity and youthfulness, the dirtiest thing in Ren Kuan's heart, began to grow wantonly.

For a moment, Ren Kuan seemed to be back at the time when he was studying, skipping class with the person he likes and over the wall. The secret excitement made his calves tremble. No matter how much he warned himself, he couldn't control this feeling. illusion.

"Brother Kuan..." Jiu'er heard Ren Kuan's voice, but he was not sure, so he walked quickly towards the door.

Ren Kuan came back to his senses, embarrassment and shame began to haunt him again, and he muttered, "Have you changed your clothes?"

Changing clothes is just a trivial matter, but my little thoughts are about to have nowhere to hide, Jiu'er rubbed her fingers shyly, and changed the subject: "Let's go..."

Jiu'er was more familiar with the road conditions on the lower half of the stone steps than before, and could even follow Ren Kuan's footsteps neatly.

Ren Kuan walked faster and faster, he didn't want to get rid of Jiu'er, but he wanted to take advantage of the heat to get rid of the heat in his heart.

When he turned his head to look for someone, Jiu'er landed on a few steps behind him.

This time, Jiu Er didn't bring a guide stick, so he reached out his hand habitually to touch some bumps and bumps. Ren Kuan grabbed Jiu Er's hand and said, "It's coming soon." He picked him up without any explanation.

After placing the person on the motorcycle, Ren Kuan wanted to start the car quickly. After putting on the helmet, his voice was more dull than usual, "Jiuer, let's go."

Hearing the voice, Jiu'er subconsciously hugged Ren Kuan's waist, "Yeah."

Under the high speed, the airflow took shape, like a soft hand pushing Ren Kuan back, tightly sticking to Jiu'er, heartbeat and heartbeat, very close at this moment.

Jiu'er could feel that Ren Kuan was driving faster than before, even though he was wearing a helmet, he still felt the vibrations in his ears, like moths flapping their wings beside his ears.

The sound of the engine was not humming enough, and the human voice was not loud enough. He seemed to be deaf, leaning firmly on Ren Kuan's back through the helmet.

After passing through the busy city, there were fewer cars by the river, and Ren Kuan increased his horsepower. Under the extreme speed, Jiu'er's mind was empty, and the T-shirt on his body was rattling by the wind.

His heartbeat became stronger and stronger, and he wanted to tell Ren Kuan to stop, but he was reluctant to part with this freedom and excitement, and he wanted to keep up with Ren Kuan's speed.

The motorcycle stopped hastily on the bridge, the sound of the engine stopped abruptly, Ren Kuan let out a long sigh, and took off his helmet after his heartbeat completely calmed down.

Before letting go of the arms around his waist, Ren Kuan glanced back. Under the black helmet, he couldn't see Jiu'er's expression, but Ren Kuan still guessed that Jiu'er was still terrified.

Ren Kuan felt that he was a despicable person, and he didn't have the courage to push Jiu'er away.

On the premise that he knew that Jiu'er would be afraid, he still wanted to scare him in this way, but what he got in return was not the alienation of Jiu'er, but a closer distance.

Ren Kuan patted Jiu'er's arm lightly, and his voice was hoarse, "Scared?"

"Hmm..." Jiu'er made a moaning sound, tightened his arm tightly, then let it go slowly, and said stubbornly, "No...no..."

Ren Kuan didn't make fun of Jiu'er, he lifted the man off the motorcycle and got off the car, and the two leaned against the railing.

It was the end of summer, and the river wind blowing in front of him was a little damp and cold. Ren Kuan took out a cigarette case from his pocket, put his hands on the railing, and wanted to light a cigarette.

It happened that Jiu'er took off his helmet, revealing a pair of wet eyes, as if he had cried.

Ren Kuan shook his hands, and let go of the cigarette case with his hands hanging outside the railing. The cigarette case and lighter fell down, and they seemed to float down the bridge until they disappeared from sight completely.

There was no need to smoke anymore, Ren Kuan let out an annoyed "tsk".

Jiu'er didn't know what happened, so he asked, "Brother Kuan, what's wrong?"

"It's okay." Ren Kuan wiped his sweat on his trouser legs, "The lighter and cigarettes fell into the river."

"Ah?" Jiu'er was at a loss, "Then what should I do?"

Ren Kuan smiled, "I don't have two anyway, it's just a pity that I have a lighter."

Does this count as what he deserved? It was the retribution for bullying Jiu'er just now, and a sense of guilt came to his heart for a while.

The sweat on his body was completely blown away by the river wind, and it felt cool even if he stood for a while longer. Ren Kuan looked at Jiu'er with a complicated expression.

He suddenly felt that he didn't know the young man in front of him.

He always thought that Jiu'er was lively and active, but sometimes he didn't seem to be.

For example, now, when I don't open my mouth, don't bring up the topic, and don't bring up going back, Jiu'er is as quiet as a painting, like autumn that is long overdue, with a bit of bleakness.

I don't know the cold, and I don't know how to be bored. Being accompanied silently, Ren Kuan, who has always been restless, calms down a lot.

After about one cigarette, Ren Kuan led the man back the same way, this time he was not driving fast.

After sending the person back to the massage club intact, Wang Rui was still in the mahjong parlor. I thought this delicate date would be silent.

Jiu'er was also secretly glad that he did something bad in secret, but Wang Rui didn't find out, but the bad thing was that he started to have a fever not long after he came back.

Jiu'er's health has improved a lot in the past few years, and he hasn't been sick for a long time. He thought that if he resisted it, he would be able to pass it until Wang Rui came back after playing cards.

The cold and slender palm touched Jiu'er's forehead, and Wang Rui asked coldly, "Where did you go?"

"I didn't..." Jiu'er blushed, and she opened her mouth when she was flustered.

Before Jiu'er finished speaking, his cheeks hurt. Wang Rui pinched his cheeks and shouted, "You didn't! Why do you have a fever! Go upstairs and lie down!"

Jiu'er was dizzy from the yelling, and heard Wang Rui cursing, "Ren Kuan is really a plague god."