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Immediately took out all the snacks brought from Fan Yuan's house in the backpack, bribed several classmates along the way, and then dragged the table to lean against Fan Yuan.

Fan Yuan kept looking at him with one hand propped on his cheek, seeing Gu Yang running over with his already flat backpack and knocking on the table.

"Isn't it all your favorite food? Are you willing to share it?"

It's fine if Fan Yuan didn't ask, but when he asked, Gu Yang immediately went online and felt wronged.

The tables of the two of them were next to each other again, with their legs touching each other, Gu Yang lay half of his body on Fan Yuan's table.

"That's right, it's gone."

Fan Yuan sat up, took out the backpack thrown into the bottom table hall, and handed it to Gu Yang.

Gu Yang took it in doubt, opened Fan Yuan's backpack, and found that there were also a lot of snacks stuffed inside, which he had eaten at Fan Yuan's house these days.

Gu Yang hugged the backpack tightly, as if protecting some treasure.

"You gave it to me, don't go back on your word."

Fan Yuan seemed to have smiled, but he didn't seem to, so he handed Gu Yang another bottle of water.

"Remember to return the backpack to me."

Gu Yang looked at the water in Fan Yuan's hand in a daze, he hadn't figured out how to explain to Fan Yuan that he would not become a mermaid again for the time being.

I don't know whether Fan Yuan is happy or angry when he finds out.

Seeing that Gu Yang didn't pick it up, Fan Yuan put the water on his desk, turned around, opened the book and quickly entered the study state.

Gu Yang stuffed Fan Yuan's backpack into the table hall on the lowest floor, took out a small wild flower from his bosom and inserted it into a glass bottle filled with pearls.

Fan Yuan looked up, but didn't say anything, this little flower was picked from Fan Yuan's yard.

The girl sitting in the front row turned her head and smiled meaningfully at Gu Yang.

Seeing her, Gu Yang was overjoyed.

"Yo, classmate Pan, what a coincidence."

Pan Fei was a little excited, but deliberately suppressed it.

"Unfortunately, I knew it, hahaha!"

Then he turned around.

Gu Yang didn't understand what Pan Fei knew, he just took out a mint candy from his backpack and stuffed one into his mouth, after thinking about it, he took another and fed it to Fan Yuan.

Gu Yang pressed the light blue candy to Fan Yuan's mouth with his fingertips, Fan Yuan opened his mouth and squeezed it in, the cool lips seemed to touch Gu Yang's fingertips.

Gu Yang immediately withdrew his hand, put his hands under the table, and touched his fingertips.

At this moment, Zhuo Wan walked in hurriedly, with a lump of candy in her mouth, her speech was a bit vague, but her voice was still loud.

As soon as she came in, she saw Gu Yang blushing.

"Fan Yuan, Gu Yang, it's time for class! Gu Yang, why are you so red? You won't have a fever again, will you?"

As soon as the words were finished, several students snickered, Gu Yang blushed even more, lowered his head and shook.

Zhuo Wan had a fever, she spoke vaguely, and the fever turned into scratching.

Pan Fei in the front row shook his shoulders and took a long time to stop.

Apparently Zhuo Wan also realized that she had a problem with her pronunciation, so she turned around and spat out what was in her mouth.

"I'm sorry, students, the teacher's throat is a little sore, I took a lozenge, don't laugh, you guys."

Even though he hadn't come to class for more than a week, Gu Yang still missed it a bit, and when the blush on his face finally faded, he began to listen to the class seriously.

Just listening and listening, I can't help but make some small movements.

For example, he tugged Fan Yuan's sleeve out of boredom, or suddenly bumped Fan Yuan's leg with his knee.

Fan Yuan remained motionless the whole time, as if Gu Yang didn't exist.

In terms of study, Fan Yuan is very strict with himself. After the favorability score broke through 10, Fan Yuan's strictness developed from caring about himself to caring about Gu Yang by the way.

Gu Yang complained a bit, but under Fan Yuan's control, he was still very obedient.

Soon it was the last class before evening self-study.

Gu Yang was doing a question when he suddenly felt his throat a little itchy.

He put down his pen and raised his hand to scratch his neck. The itching seemed to emanate from the inside out, and scratching couldn't stop the itching.

Fan Yuan noticed Gu Yang's strange behavior, thought he was going to turn into a mermaid again, and immediately unscrewed the water bottle and handed it to him.

"It's going to change?"

Gu Yang took a few sips and shook his head at Fan Yuan.

Cold water moistened his throat, and the itchiness subsided a little. Gu Yang didn't care, and continued to do the questions. During the period, he scratched his neck from time to time, leaving a few red marks on the skin of his neck.

When Gu Yang was about to grab his neck again, Fan Yuan grabbed his wrist.

Fan Yuan put down his pen, glanced at the teacher on the podium, leaned closer to Gu Yang's neck, and touched those glaring red marks with his fingertips.

"What happened to your neck? Keep scratching?"

Gu Yang's neck was touched by Fan Yuan, his small Adam's apple slid up and down uncomfortably, with red marks around his skin, a little conspicuous.

"My throat is so itchy."

Fan Yuan withdrew his hand, and touched Gu Yang's forehead again, touching Li.

"Do you have a cold?"

Gu Yang lowered his head and covered his neck, feeling a little helpless.

"seems not."

He vaguely felt that the itching of his throat might have something to do with the Goldfinger of "Nightingale".

Gu Yang lowered his body and begged Fan Yuan in a low voice, "I want to sit inside."

Fan Yuan changed seats with him, Gu Yang dropped the book high, tightly blocking himself, and leaned sideways on the table to look at Fan Yuan.

Fan Yuan seemed to know that Gu Yang didn't just want to change seats, so he quietly waited for him to speak.

Gu Yang pursed his lips, pressed his palm on the table and moved forward bit by bit, approaching Fan Yuan's right hand that was pressing the book.

Fan Yuan propped his cheek with his left hand, and stared sideways at Gu Yang, to see what Gu Yang was going to do.

Gu Yang raised his eyes and looked at Fan Yuan, his eyes touched Li.

He parted his index finger, hooked Fan Yuan's little finger, and immediately retracted the finger once he hooked it.

Seeing that Fan Yuan didn't move, he hooked it again, and gradually gained an inch, hooking Fan Yuan's hand and pulling towards him.

The space around the two of them seemed to be isolated from the class, and they didn't even notice it after class was over, and the noisy sound of the classroom could not reach their ears at all.

Gu Yang's movements were very slow, and his eyes were a little evasive, but he still looked at Fan Yuan from time to time while evading, his long and dense eyelashes drooped down, leaving a small shadow on his cheek.

When the bell for evening self-study rang, Gu Yang finally came in front of him holding Fan Yuan's hand.

He hooked Fan Yuan's little finger with his index finger and touched his Adam's apple, and said something in a low voice, which was drowned out by the sound of the bell.

Fan Yuan didn't hear it, but only saw Gu Yang's red lips opening and closing.

He simply leaned over and stood next to Gu Yang, their heads almost touching each other, and hid behind the high book.

Fan Yuan asked him in a low voice: "What did you say?"

The distance suddenly narrowed, Gu Yang stopped talking, his Adam's apple slipped back and forth on Fan Yuan's fingertips while speaking.

"Touch me here."

"Where?" Fan Yuan's little finger moved suddenly, drawing a circle around the small Adam's apple.

"Is it here?"

Gu Yang lay on the table, his cheeks were hidden in the crook of his arms, only one red ear was exposed, and he nodded.

Fan Yuan stared at Gu Yang's red ears for a long time, then suddenly withdrew his hand, sat back on the other side of the table, and distanced himself from Gu Yang.

"No."

Gu Yang was still lying on his stomach, his shoulders trembled slightly, as if he did not expect that Fan Yuan, who had been indulgent to him these days, would reject him.

The class has long been quiet, only the rustling of paper and pen rubbing against each other.

Gu Yang bit his lower lip, revealed his blushing face, the tip of his nose was also red, and looked at Fan Yuan, praying.

He went to hook Fan Yuan's right hand that was hanging by his side, his index finger hooked Fan Yuan's little finger and shook it, his voice was small and pitiful.

"Fan Yuan, touch me here, please."

Fan Yuan didn't speak any more, his black eyes fixed on Gu Yang, and he let Gu Yang hook his fingers close to his white neck.

The touch from Fan Yuan is like a cool wind, blowing away the unbearable itchiness in Gu Yang's throat.

He pressed Fan Yuan's hand under the crook of his arm and embraced him, and handed the most fragile and slender neck to Fan Yuan's hand, relying on and trusting at the same time.

Fan Yuan's fingertips moved, and five fingers spread out, holding Gu Yang's neck together. He could clearly feel the beating of Gu Yang's pulse.

Gu Yang was held by Fan Yuan's neck, holding Fan Yuan's arm with both hands, smiled at Fan Yuan, narrowed his eyes, pulled Fan Yuan's arm towards him, and asked him in a low voice with a pleading voice.

"Do you want to listen to the song? Shall I sing it to you? Guaranteed to be good."

Before Fan Yuan could speak, a roar suddenly came from the radio at the front of the classroom.

"The two male students in the last row against the wall in Class [-], Senior Three! Stand up for me! Why don't you study hard in your self-study last night! Hugging and hugging, what do you look like!"

High school class one.

against the wall.

last row.

Two male classmates.

Zhuo Wan, who was watching the evening self-study, her eyes fell on Fan Yuan and Gu Yang, not only Zhuo Wan, but the whole class looked over.

Gu Yang was so frightened that he let go of Fan Yuan's hand and stood up. Fan Yuan was still sitting. He opened his five fingers to look at the empty palm, and then stood up slowly.

Pan Fei suddenly turned her head and whispered, "I forgot to tell you. When you were asking for leave, a new dean came to the school. He was a bald man in his 40s. He liked to watch surveillance when he had nothing to do! He had to use the radio to register his name from time to time!"

monitor?

Gu Yang turned his head and saw a surveillance camera behind them.

Before, Gu Yang and Fan Yuan sat in the back row on the far left of the classroom, and the monitoring was on the right side of the classroom. Their place happened to be the only blind spot for monitoring in the whole class, so Gu Yang never cared about this matter. Unexpectedly, just changed seats today, and immediately I got hit.

Zhuo Wan frowned and walked over, stood in front of the two of them and looked.

"What were you doing just now?"

Gu Yang hid his neck in the raised collar of his school uniform, and shook his head.

Fan Yuan was quite calm: "Mr. Zhuo, we didn't do anything."

Zhuo Wan stared at the two of them for a while, then nodded: "Okay, pay attention, don't make small moves, sit down."

As soon as the two of them sat down, the radio started to roar again.

"Who told you to sit down, stand up for me, that male student against the wall, you, go to the corridor for punishment, I've been watching you for a long time, and you're the only one who is always flirting."

Gu Yang's face was flushed, he walked from the back door to the corridor and stood with his head down.

Zhuo Wan returned to the podium, feeling a little annoyed.

The radio didn't ring anymore, the new dean probably didn't watch the monitor anymore.

When Zhuo Wan raised her head again, she realized that Fan Yuan, who was supposed to be sitting in the back row, was gone, she sighed, she didn't care.

The voice-activated lights in the corridor were not on, Gu Yang stood with his head down against the wall, and suddenly there was a person standing beside him.

He raised his head and was about to speak when Fan Yuan pressed his finger against his lips.

Fan Yuan lowered his head and approached Gu Yang, pressed Gu Yang's shoulder with one hand, and slowly pulled down the zipper around Gu Yang's neck with the other, his voice pressed against Gu Yang's ear.

"Let me see your neck."

The author has something to say: Do you think "Nightingale" is just singing and touching necks?Innocent.

Fan Yuan & Gu Yang: Happy New Year's Day!Hope we are the first to say Happy New Years to you!

This article is expected to enter v on January 1, thanks to all the little angels for their support, I hope to see you again after v!bow!

感谢在2019-12-3019:42:59~2019-12-3120:50:09期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the landmine: Su Sue, one of the people who startled the world;

感谢灌溉营养液的小天使：墨策倾城13瓶；苏sue8瓶；Ly5瓶；背后3瓶；仙鸡下凡1瓶；

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!

☆、Chapter 23

The corridor was dark, and there was a gap in the back door of the classroom.

Gu Yang obediently raised his chin to show Fan Yuan's neck, the neck was covered with red marks from his own scratches, some were scratched hard, and there were bloodstains.

Taking advantage of this dim light, Fan Yuan touched the red marks on Gu Yang's neck with his fingertips.

Gu Yang squinted his eyes and let out a moan, the voice was a bit loud, and all the voice-activated lights in the corridor turned on.

Fan Yuan was stunned for a moment, then suddenly raised his head to look at Gu Yang.

Apparently Gu Yang himself was also taken aback, covering his mouth and blushing.

This humming sound is too much...

How could he hum suddenly?

The two looked at each other silently, and the voice-activated lights dimmed again.

Fan Yuan pulled Gu Yang closer again, and whispered in his ear: "Stop scratching your neck, it's all broken."

Gu Yang nodded with his mouth pursed, and stood side by side with Fan Yuan, after a while he raised his hand to scratch his neck, but was slapped away by Fan Yuan.

Gu Yang was a little wronged, this time he had a long memory and spoke in a very low voice.

"But my throat is so itchy."

Fan Yuan looked at him for a while, then suddenly bent over to approach him, pinched Gu Yang's chin and lifted it up.

"Don't move, I'll blow it for you, it won't itch."

Gu Yang's ears were also red, he gave a soft "hmm", and honestly asked Fan Yuan to blow his neck.

The cool wind blowing on the neck can indeed relieve the itching for a while, but it is followed by more severe discomfort.

Gu Yang turned his head sideways, avoiding Fan Yuan and not letting him blow.

Then he leaned forward again, climbed up to Fan Yuan's shoulder, and said almost close to Fan Yuan's ear:

"I want to sing, can I sing for you?"

In the dark, Gu Yang couldn't see Fan Yuan's face clearly, he could only hear Fan Yuan say indifferently: "Sing."

Gu Yang then opened his mouth cautiously, and sang an old song that could never get old again.

"The one I love has flown away, but the one who loves me hasn't come yet..."

As soon as the singing came out, Fan Yuan was a little surprised.

"How do you..."

Gu Yang covered Fan Yuan's mouth to prevent him from speaking, and happily continued singing into Fan Yuan's ear.

"What kind of bird is there in a tree? Ho-ho-hoo--this lovebird--"

Gu Yang's singing voice was so small that it was almost breathless, but he sang "Hu Hu Hu" very slowly, blowing into Fan Yuan's ear again and again.

The distance between the two of them was very close, and the moist breath was blown through the pinna and into the earholes. Fan Yuan endured it for a while, and when Gu Yang sang the second time, he pushed him away.

Gu Yang was pushed back a step, and the voice control light was startled by the movement of the two.

Under the light, Fan Yuan looked at Gu Yang quietly with his black eyes, with some scrutiny and oppression.

"Gu Yang, you didn't let me blow your neck, but you chose to blow my ears. Did you do it on purpose?"

Gu Yang was a little innocent, but he still wanted to approach Fan Yuan: "No, I just want to sing for you..."

Before getting close, Fan Yuan stretched out his hand to block it.

The next moment, Fan Yuan pushed open the back door and entered the classroom, leaving Gu Yang alone in the corridor.

Gu Yang approached the back door, and whispered Fan Yuan's name through the crack of the door.

Immediately afterwards, the door was also closed tightly.

Gu Yang curled his lips, didn't he just blow his ears, why such a big reaction.

After school, Gu Yang rushed into the classroom, Fan Yuan had already packed up and was ready to leave, Gu Yang looked to see whether he was being stopped.

Just now he sang to Fan Yuan for a while, now his throat is not so uncomfortable anymore.

Back home, Gu Yang looked at his neck in the mirror.

Is this "Nightingale" just singing to Fan Yuan?

Although he found that his voice was a little better when he sang, is that the only function of the golden finger?

Soon, the itchy feeling in his throat from the inside out told Gu Yang that his guess was too naive. Judging from the side effects of "Mermaid", the side effects of "Nightingale" would not just be a matter of just singing a few lines of the song. can be completely resolved.

Gu Yang grabbed his mobile phone and sent Fan Yuan WeChat messages, one by one, all of them were singing voices, just a few words back and forth.

No way, he just wanted to sing this song.

Fan Yuan, who was far away at Fan's house, finally picked up the phone and turned on the voice after the phone buzzed and vibrated.

Just listening to Gu Yang singing that old-fashioned song in the voice, when he sang "Hoo Hoo", Fan Yuan pressed the phone to turn it off.

Gu Yang sent a few voice messages to no avail, so he started to send video requests, and of course the video requests were ignored at all.

He circled around the room, scratching his neck from time to time, his neck was scratched, it was painful and itchy.

Finally, Gu Yang couldn't sit still any longer, and rushed out before putting on his shoes and coat.

He took a taxi to Fan Yuan's house, and was let in by Fan Yuan's aunt.

Auntie wanted to inform Fan Yuan, but was stopped by Gu Yang. Gu Yang lived here for a while, and Auntie knew him very well, so she let Gu Yang go up with confidence.

Gu Yang sneaked up the stairs with bare feet, halfway through the walk, he suddenly turned around, looking at a dilapidated and faded birdcage in the corner of the hall, a little lost in thought.

The door of the bird cage was broken, and the inside was empty and looked very old. I don't know how long it had been there.

This bird cage has been here for a long time. When Gu Yang saw it before, he didn't feel anything. For some reason, when Gu Yang saw it just now, he felt a strange feeling in his heart.

But soon, he left this feeling behind and quietly went to Fan Yuan's bedroom.

He knocked on the door, but there was no answer. He leaned on the door and listened again, but there was no sound.

Gu Yang thought to himself, don't blame me, then quietly opened the door and went in.

Fan Yuan's bedroom was still tidy, the bathroom was lit, and the sound of splashing water could be heard inside.

Gu Yang sneaked to the bathroom door, cleared his throat, and began to sing softly.

Sure enough, as long as he sang to Fan Yuan near him, the discomfort in his throat would be relieved to a great extent.

Gu Yang heaved a sigh of relief, the doorknob above his head was suddenly turned, his whole body tensed up, his head got stuck for a moment, and he actually hid in Fan Yuan's closet.

Through the gap in the closet, Gu Yang saw Fan Yuan coming out wrapped in a bathrobe, wiping his hair casually with a towel in his hand and walking to the bedside, as if he had no intention of coming to the closet for a while.

Gu Yang nervously tugged at the sleeve of Fan Yuan's shirt, unconsciously singing in a low voice, his eyes fixed on Fan Yuan.

Fan Yuan was bending over to take something from the bedside table, Gu Yang twisted Fan Yuan's sleeve with his fingers, the closet was filled with the familiar smell that belonged to Fan Yuan.

But at this moment, the smell couldn't relieve his tension.

He was so nervous that the lyrics he sang in a low voice trembled a little.

With his back turned to him, Fan Yuan took something and walked past the closet towards the door, as if he was about to go out.

Gu Yang was still humming "Huhuhu", but his heart almost jumped out, just waiting for Fan Yuan to go out, so that he could sneak out and leave.

Unexpectedly, when Fan Yuan came to the door, he suddenly turned around and rushed towards the wardrobe. When he opened the door, the thing in his hand stabbed at him.

It was a sharpened knife!

Fan Yuan had noticed that someone had entered the room a long time ago, he was on guard and opened the closet with a knife, but he didn't expect that the person hiding inside was Gu Yang.

However, the knife in his hand had already stabbed out suddenly, and it was difficult to stop, so he could only stretch out his other hand to block it, and the blood burst out immediately.

Gu Yang's heart tightened suddenly, watching Fan Yuan open the closet and stab at him with a knife.

At the moment of extreme tension, his back felt hot, and a pair of huge black wings pierced his shirt and stretched out from his back, and the crow-colored feathers slowly fell between the two of them.

The knife fell to the ground and hit the carpet with a muffled sound.

Fan Yuan stood with his hands hanging on both sides of his body, and an inch-long hideous wound on his left arm was gushing blood crazily.

Gu Yang knelt down in front of Fan Yuan, with the huge black wings stretched behind him, and pitch-black feathers fluttered down slightly.

Fan Yuan took a step back, looked at Gu Yang, his black eyes couldn't distinguish emotions, and his voice was condensed:

"Gu Yang, what on earth are you...?"

Gu Yang's overly frightened brain turned slowly, his eyes fixed on Fan Yuan's bleeding arm, and his heart beat violently.

When Fan Yuan took a step back, he stepped forward a little and stretched out his arms to Fan Yuan.

Fan Yuan looked at Gu Yang's hand, did he stop moving backwards, stood where he was, and let Gu Yang hold his bleeding arm.

Gu Yang looked at the inch-long hideous wound on his perfectly textured arm, and his eyes felt a little hot.

"Sorry……"

Gu Yang blew lightly on the wound, then lowered his head subconsciously.

Fan Yuan watched as Gu Yang put his lips on his wound and rubbed it slightly.

The corners of Gu Yang's lips were stained with blood, and his eyelashes trembled slightly.

I saw that Fan Yuan's wound was healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Soon, the wound disappeared, and only the torn sleeve and the blood stains around it proved that the wound had indeed existed.

Gu Yang let go of his hands, still kneeling on the ground, with his head down, and the black wings behind him drooped listlessly.

"I don't know what I am, but I won't hurt you."

Gu Yang felt very guilty, he didn't expect his temporary joke to cause such a big reaction from Fan Yuan.

It's also his fault that he has been so close to Fan Yuan these days, so he has forgotten Fan Yuan's early experiences, and the caution buried in his bones.

Fan Yuan didn't speak for a while, Gu Yang didn't dare to look up, his vision gradually blurred, and soon the carpet in front of him was wet a little.

When Gu Yang was flustered, Fan Yuan suddenly grabbed his waist and lifted him up.

No matter how you say it, Gu Yang is also a boy, and he is not short. At this time, he was lifted up by Fan Yuan, and he grabbed Fan Yuan's wrist with both hands helplessly. The wings behind him spread unconsciously, covering the light.

Fan Yuan looked up at Gu Yang's crying eyes, "I can finally see the face, what are you doing with your head down?"

Tears rolled down Gu Yang's cheeks and hit Fan Yuan's arm.

Fan Yuan put down Gu Yang, and reached out to touch the part where Gu Yang's wings connect to his shoulders.

Ruoyouwu's touch made Gu Yang bite his lips tightly, but his wings spread out trustingly, allowing Fan Yuan to grope.

"You are no longer a mermaid, how can you still cry like this?"

Gu Yang pursed his lips, smashed his head on Fan Yuan's shoulder, choked up a few times, and couldn't help but began to sing softly again.

Fan Yuan listened attentively and laughed lightly.

Gu Yang was singing there: "This lovebird has already flown away, my lovebird hasn't arrived yet—"

The author has something to say: Hey, look for yourself, and show a pure smile :)

This chapter is better eaten with the song "Love Birds", see you in the next chapter~

感谢在2019-12-3120:50:09~2020-01-0102:30:46期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the landmine: 1 in Tibetan;

Thanks to the little angel of the irrigation nutrient solution: 6 bottles of Youbing; 1 bottle for clearing;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!

☆、Chapter 24

This time, Fan Yuan didn't interrupt Gu Yang, and listened to his singing patiently, groping for the root of Gu Yang's wings with his fingertips, as if curious about how Gu Yang's thin back grew such a pair of wings.

Gu Yang sang a few lines by himself, his voice became smaller and smaller, and finally shut up.

He retracted his wings, avoided Fan Yuan's fingers, and stretched out his hand to push him.

"Don't touch it."

Gu Yang's eyelashes were still wet, the tip of his nose was pink, and the corners of his eyes were also red. He looked up at Fan Yuan, begging pitifully.

Fan Yuan seemed a little unsatisfied, his black eyes looked at the wings behind Gu Yang, eager to touch them.

Gu Yang took a step back, opened the distance, and said again: "Really, don't touch it."

Fan Yuan put down his hands and asked him, "What's wrong? Are you uncomfortable?"

Gu Yang turned his head away, ten toes huddled on the carpet and stepped on each other.

"No."

Fan Yuan looked at him quietly, his voice was gentle and seductive: "Then why aren't you allowed to touch him?"

Gu Yang's neck, which was exposed from the side, was also blushing, and the black hair on his neck was wet with sweat, sticking to his skin.

He didn't speak, but moved his wings slightly.

Fan Yuan stepped back, picked up the knife on the ground, sat by the bed, and stretched out his hand to Gu Yang.

"Gu Yang, come and show me."

Gu Yang took a step back, hesitated for a moment, then stepped forward and stood in front of Fan Yuan.

Seeing that the huge pair of wings behind him was inconvenient, Fan Yuan simply stepped back and sat cross-legged on the bed.

Gu Yang glanced at the knife in Fan Yuan's hand, knelt and sat on the edge of the bed dawdlingly, his wings on both sides unconsciously folded together, as if to protect himself.

Fan Yuan held the handle of the small knife and quickly twisted it in his hand, watching Gu Yang kneeling obediently in front of him, except for a pair of pitch-black wings, everywhere on his body was covered with powder.

"What are you afraid of? Afraid that I will cut off your pair of big wings?"

Gu Yang suddenly grew a pair of wings, and he was no less shocked than Fan Yuan. Now he finally recovered, raised his hand and patted Fan Yuan's arm, glaring at him.

"What big wings? It's like chicken wings."

Seeing that Gu Yang was finally lively, Fan Yuan straightened his expression and looked at Gu Yang.

"Gu Yang, answer my question seriously."

Gu Yang became nervous again when asked by Fan Yuan, and nodded.

Fan Yuan asked: "What are you hiding from me?"

Gu Yang pursed his lips tightly, lowered his head to avoid Fan Yuan's sight, and did not speak.

Fan Yuan was silent for a long time, then suddenly raised his hand to caress the back of Gu Yang's neck, pressing gently with his fingertips.

"Can't you tell me now?"

Gu Yang nodded, then shook his head again.

"Sorry……"

"Will you be a mermaid in the future?" Fan Yuan asked again.

"Not for the time being."

Fan Yuan kept pinching the back of Gu Yang's neck, for a long time, neither of them said a word.

It wasn't until Gu Yang sat stiffly that Fan Yuan withdrew his hand.

He stopped asking Gu Yang about the topic, and instead asked him about the wound.

"Do you know how to heal a wound?"

Gu Yang looked at Fan Yuan's sleeve with a tear, feeling a little dazed.

"not sure."

Fan Yuan seemed to have expected such an answer a long time ago, the knife in his hand turned around and pointed at his finger.

"Let's try."

When the words fell, without waiting for Gu Yang to speak, he made a small cut with the tip of his index finger, and blood immediately gushed out.

Gu Yang was startled, and rushed over to grab Fan Yuan's wrist.

"What are you doing? Are you crazy?"

Fan Yuan threw the knife back to the bedside table, and held his injured fingertip close to Gu Yang's lips.

"Try it."

Gu Yang looked at the slender fingers in front of him, and suddenly stuttered: "Try, try what?"

Fan Yuan moved his fingertips forward again, almost touching Gu Yang's lips.

"Try to see if the wound will heal."

Gu Yang leaned his neck back and opened the distance, as if he was a little bit resistant.

He glanced randomly, looking at Fan Yuan for a while, looking at his fingers for a while, and looking at the corner of the wall for a while.

Fan Yuan didn't rush him, but just waited patiently.

In the end, Gu Yang still lowered his head slightly, opened his mouth and squeezed his fingers into his mouth.

The bloody smell spread in his mouth, Gu Yang squinted his eyes unaccustomed, looked up at Fan Yuan, and found that Fan Yuan's dark eyes were staring at him closely.

Gu Yang was seen avoiding his sight, his mouth moved, he opened his mouth and backed away, and at the same time he opened his mouth sideways, and at the same time, his wings on both sides came up, wrapping himself up.

Fan Yuan looked at the water-stained fingertips. Apart from the water stains, there were no blood stains or wounds on them.

Gu Yang hid himself in the pitch-black wings, seeing Fan Yuan kept silent, peeping through a gap to look at him, seeing him staring at his fingertips with dark eyes, Gu Yang was suddenly a little scared.

Fan Yuan noticed Gu Yang's emotions, withdrew his hand, pulled Gu Yang out of his wings and pulled him to him.

"What are you afraid of? Afraid that I will sell you? Afraid that I will arrest you for research?"

When Fan Yuan said something, Gu Yang was about to tremble, obviously he really thought that way just now.

The more Gu Yang trembled, the more Fan Yuan wanted to continue.

"Arrest you, put you in a dark laboratory, you can only face cold blades and anesthetics every day, and feel the pain of the knife cutting on your body every day..."

Gu Yang was really scared, the more afraid he was, the more he squeezed onto Fan Yuan's body, but with a pair of big wings behind him, no matter how squeezed he couldn't squeeze himself into Fan Yuan's arms, so he just wrapped him and Fan Yuan together with his wings.

The two of them were wrapped in huge black wings, and the light leaked through the gap. Fan Yuan shut his mouth and looked at Gu Yang who was trembling in his arms. Inexplicable longing.

Obviously he was scaring Gu Yang, he was saying terrible words, but Gu Yang still squeezed hard against him, so scared that he wrapped himself up, and wanted to bring him, the intimidator, into the protection range.

Fan Yuan suddenly couldn't bear to say anything to scare Gu Yang, so he finally raised his hands and hugged Gu Yang's waist.

"What are you doing with it, it's so dark, hide and seek?"

Gu Yang raised his head from Fan Yuan's shoulders, looked at Fan Yuan with a pair of slightly round eyes, and his eyelashes were wet and glued together.

"Don't say it."

Fan Yuan obediently agreed to him: "Okay, I won't say anything, and I won't say it again."

Only then did Gu Yang put away his wings, heaved a sigh of relief, threw himself onto the bed and lay down on his stomach, humming and singing that old-fashioned song again, singing a few lines without forgetting to complain.

"The wings are so heavy..."

Fan Yuan touched Gu Yang's fluffy and fluffy wings, and he couldn't help but press his palm on the soft touch.

Gu Yang trembled, but didn't dodge.

"Won't you put it away?"

Gu Yang buried his face in the quilt, arched his back slightly, as if he was holding back his energy, then lay back on his stomach after a while, and turned his head to look at Fan Yuan pitifully.

"No, I won't..."

"Your own wings can grow but can't be taken back?" Fan Yuan said.

Gu Yang shook his head innocently, and spread out his wings lazily, spreading a large piece on the bed, the edges even extending from the edge of the bed, pushing Fan Yuan out of the bed.

Standing by the bed, Fan Yuan felt helpless: "You can't do this."

Gu Yang stretched his waist comfortably, he was quite frightened tonight, now he was relaxed, his whole body was very lazy.

After hearing Fan Yuan's words, Gu Yang lay on the bed and looked at him sideways, quite dazed.

"What's wrong?"

Fan Yuan stood beside the bed for a while, and decided to go to the guest bedroom.

"You are here, I will go to the guest bedroom."

Gu Yang sat up abruptly, and waved the black wings on both sides, a few black feathers flung out and landed beside the bed and on the ground.

He climbed to the side of the bed and grabbed the strap of Fan Yuan's bathrobe.

"What are you doing in the guest bedroom?"

Fan Yuan's bathrobe was almost torn apart by Gu Yang, so he immediately tightened the belt.

"sleep."

Gu Yang sat up on his knees, frowned, and looked at him seriously: "Can't you sleep here?"

Fan Yuan lifted his chin, indicating Gu Yang's pair of big wings.

Gu Yang pursed his lips and looked like he was facing an enemy. After being watched by Fan Yuan for a while, he could only let go of his hand unwillingly, and watched Fan Yuan go out to the guest bedroom.

After all their troubles, it was already past midnight, and they had to get up early for class tomorrow, but Gu Yang wasn't sleepy at all.

On the contrary, he was very energetic, lying on Fan Yuan's bed, tugging here and there boredly, or curiously pulled his black wings over to look, and plucked out a feather by the way, and found that it didn't hurt much.

Gu Yang played with himself until two o'clock in the middle of the night, kicked his legs depressed, got up, folded his wings and carefully left Fan Yuan's room.

The corridor was pitch-black, only the night lights in the living room downstairs were dimly lit.

Gu Yang nodded and walked on the thick carpet without making a sound.

He was basically familiar with the structure of Fan Yuan's house, so it was not too easy for him to find out where Fan Yuan slept in the guest bedroom.

Holding the phone, Gu Yang turned on the flashlight, pushed open a door, took a light inside, and when he saw Fan Yuan sleeping soundly on the bed, he immediately turned off the flashlight.

In the silence of the night, Gu Yang quietly entered the guest bedroom, closed the door, and could hear Fan Yuan's steady breathing.

Gu Yang pressed his nervously beating heart, and slowly approached the bedside.

First he touched the edge of the bed with his palms, and then he knelt down on his knees. Gu Yang carefully laid himself down next to Fan Yuan, with his wings raised, and when he was done lying down, he quietly fell down and covered Fan Yuan's body.

Gu Yang exhaled quietly, lying on the quilt with peace of mind.

His pair of wings are too big, it is impossible to get into the bed, so he can only lie on his stomach.

Gu Yang thought that he was not sleepy because Fan Yuan was not around, but at this moment he sneaked onto Fan Yuan's bed and lay down for a while, he found that he was still not sleepy, his mind was very clear, as if he had just woken up in the morning.

Maybe this is also influenced by "Nightingale".

Gu Yang propped up his hands, turned on his phone to play Rhythm Master, he was muted at first, but in this game, mute is really useless, Gu Yang looked at the sleeping Fan Yuan, hesitantly turned up the volume, stared at Fan Yuan watched for a while, and found that Fan Yuan did not respond, so he continued to play with peace of mind.

He ecstatically played, humming along with the music from time to time