How can quick travel be full of scumbags?

Jane's father and mother sent Jian Shou abroad to study, but when he decided to welcome a new life, he was doomed to give up something, such as dropping out of school.

Because he was afraid that Jian's father and mother would notice the abnormality, and that Yan Yan would find him, Jian Shou dared not work in a regular company, but even if he went to find a job elsewhere, it would be very difficult to carry a child behind his back.

Sitting on the flower bed by the side of the road, Jian Shou untied the child from his back and carried him into his arms. When he lifted the thin blanket, he saw the child's black eyes wide open, and he showed a cute smile when he saw him.

Jian Shou's blue eyes were full of smiles, and he made a face at him: "Baby, are you hungry? Daddy feed you, okay?"

As he spoke, he took out the feeding bottle from the thermal bag in the satchel. The baby saw him shaking the feeding bottle, and immediately opened his mouth, obediently waiting for the feeding without crying or fussing.

Jian Shou watched the baby eat intently, swallowed a mouthful of saliva with a smile, and licked his chapped lips with the tip of his tongue, only to realize that he was in a state of dehydration.

He looked around and found a public drinking fountain, and he was slightly relieved. He forgot to bring a water glass out today, and he was reluctant to buy water to drink.

The current economic situation is already very tight. Jian Shou hasn't gone out to work for almost a year. He used his tuition fees to rent a small apartment with a better environment. Had to carry the child out to find a job.

It's a pity that today came back in vain. Jian Shou returned home and put the sleeping baby in the crib, opened the refrigerator, picked up an egg, and made a simple fried rice with eggs.

There wasn't even any soup, but Jian Shou ate cleanly.

Jian Shou has been facing the computer in the living room for six hours, doing some online literature translation work, and after finishing the last manuscript of the day and clicking submit, Jian Shou can't wait to run into the toilet.

He sat bent over the toilet, with his right hand covering his cramped stomach, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead. It took a long time for the pain to disappear, leaving only weakness and weakness.

There was bright red blood in the toilet again, Jian Shou frowned, and silently pressed the flush button.

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Because Yan Yan never called Jian Shou "brother, Xiao Shou" or other affectionate names, Jian Shou was also angry and always called Yan Yan's name directly. After Jian's mother tried to correct them to no avail, she just let it go.

When Jian Shou was six years old, he and Yan Yan went to the same elementary school. During that year, they went to school together and went home together. On the way, Jian Shou was the only one chatting. Fortunately, he was also willing to entertain himself.

Because of Xiao Jianshou's blond hair, blue eyes and facial features that are deeper than others, she caught the attention of the whole class on the first day of school.

After class, Jian Shou was surrounded by young students from all directions.

"Student, classmate, what's your name?"

"My name is Jian Shou."

"Jane Shou, are you a foreigner?"

"I'm not, my mother is from country A, so I'm a mixed race, hey, do you know what a mixed race is?"

"Um... I know, I'm just an idiot!"

"Jane Shou, Jian Shou, you are so beautiful! Let's be friends!"

"I want to, I want to be friends with Jian Shou!"

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When school is over in the afternoon, the teacher asked the students to line up, and the parents put them one by one.

Because Yan Yan was in the school, he was the first to pick up Jian Shou.

The little Jianshou who was in the middle of the line poked his head out and saw Yan Yan walking towards him with long legs, his pace was neither too fast nor too slow, and he didn't look at him, but Jian Shou knew that Yan Yan was here to pick him up .

So he rushed out suddenly, and stuck to Yan Yan's side, Yan Yan raised his head to look at him, nodded to the teacher, then turned around and left with Jian Shou.

The teacher nodded in a daze. If the child's parents hadn't explained it, she wouldn't have dared to let the child go so casually.

Jian Shou turned his head, saw the envious eyes of his friends, pointed to the people around him quietly, and proudly said: "This is my brother!".

Jian Shou never regarded Yan Yan as his elder brother, but today he admitted it in a bragging manner.

Yan Yan turned his head slightly to catch a glimpse of his bright smile, which contained a very sweet and bright light.

This is the first anniversary of the death of Yan Yan's parents. Jian's father and mother couldn't accompany Yan Yan because they were going abroad, so they arranged for a driver to pick him up.

Because it was the weekend, Xiao Jianshou slept until nine o'clock and woke up naturally. After waking up, she found that Yan Yan was no longer there.

Jian Shou was sitting at the dining table, and Grandma Li served him breakfast, and he couldn't help asking, "Grandma Li, where did Yan Yan go?"

Grandma Li disagreed: "Oh, young master, you should call him brother!"

The little spoon poked into the porridge, and Jian Shou complained in a low voice: "Tch, he never called my brother..."

Grandma Li showed a look of pity: "Today is the anniversary of the death of the eldest young master's biological parents, and he went to worship alone."

Jian Shou turned his head to look at the pattering rain outside the window, alone...would it be too lonely.

It was the sound of footsteps in the water, the light above his head dimmed, and the raindrops also disappeared above his head, Yan Yan raised his head, and vaguely saw a blond angel holding an umbrella for him.

It was just a momentary trance, and his eyes soon became clear. Yan Yan pushed away the umbrella in Jian Shou's hand, and the black umbrella rolled down on the water floor, splashing a row of drips.

Jian Shou was also exposed to the rain, his golden hair gradually darkened, but he didn't feel angry, just a little wronged.

Kneeling beside Yan Yan, he always looked down on Yan Yan's silence, and talked to the people in the tomb about Yan Yan's recent situation after he came to their house.

The child's voice is crisp and clear, and he is very capable of talking to himself.

"Are not you afraid?"

"My mother said that relatives and lovers are our relatives and lovers after death, so I am not afraid."

Yan Yan's voice was hoarse and deep, and he corrected: "But they are not your relatives and lovers."

Jian Shou nodded: "So I'm just replacing you."

Yan Yan was silent again, he looked at Jian Shou's serious eyebrows, and felt bright when the rain fell.

The child was sitting in the car with his head tilted, and finally leaned against his shoulder. The rain on his hair soaked into the clothes on his shoulder, and he suddenly felt cold.

Looking down, he found that Jian Shou had fallen asleep, his cheeks were flushed abnormally, and his curled eyelashes were trembling uncomfortably.

Yan Jian stretched out his hand to press the child's forehead, it was hot to the touch, and finally felt a little anxious, he patted Jian Shou's cheek, and Jian Shou's scorching breath fell on his fine hair.

"Driver Zhang, please drive faster, Ah Shou has a fever."

Yan Yan hugged Jian Shou out of the car, the child shivered slightly in his arms, his delicate eyebrows were frowned, and his thin lips were pressed tightly together, Yan Yan regretted pushing away the umbrella.

Grandma Li ran out of the kitchen wearing an apron: "My God, you two young masters, why are you all soaked through? What's the matter, young master?"

Yan Yan: "Grandma Li, ah... Jian Shou has a fever, what should I do?"

Grandma Li exclaimed, and said distressedly: "You have all been drenched in the rain! Go take a hot shower to get rid of the dampness and yin, and then change into clean clothes..."

"But Jian Shou..."

"Our young master will trouble the young master, I will prepare medicine for the young master, and I will make soup for you to dispel the cold!"

The bathroom was foggy due to the release of hot water. The orange bath light brought warmth to the naked two people. The hot water overflowed their bodies, tightly supporting Jian Shou's head to prevent him from choking on the water.

Worried that the child would worsen the cold, Yan Yan speeded up the cleaning, and finally wrapped Jian Shou in a thick bath towel and carried him out on the bed.

Grandma Li brought in the medicine and soup in a timely manner, and Yan Yan took a lot of effort to wake Jian Shou up.

Little Jianshou opened his foggy eyes and looked at him in a daze: "Yan Ke, I'm not feeling well."

Yan Yan: "Well, you have a fever and need to take medicine." Then he helped him up and brought the medicine to Jian Shou's mouth.

Jian Shou let out a "huh", swallowed the pill obediently, and swallowed it along with the water that Yan Yan handed over.

Grandma Li: "The two young masters should also drink the soup. If the fever does not subside after that, you have to report to the husband and wife to see if you need to call the doctor."

Yan Yan took the dispelling cold soup tacitly, and fed Jian Shou spoonful by spoonful.

Jian Shou looked at Yan Yan's black pupils, and said nonchalantly, "I'm inside."

Yan Yan pressed his fingers on his temples, his pupils were indifferent and there was nothing, he lowered the car window, the sky outside was clear, the breeze was warm, the trees were luxuriant, and tombstones were neatly lined up among the mountains.

Then he got out of the car, the black suit he was wearing made his height of 1.8 meters more slender, and the black leather shoes made an unhurried "click, click" sound on the flat stone road.

He walked without looking sideways, passing one silent tombstone after another, and finally stopped in front of a joint burial tombstone.

Yan Yan knelt down and placed the daisies and white lilies in his hands in front of the tombstone. At this moment, he looked at the tombstone without words or expression.

Different from Jian Shou's chatter at the tombstone in previous years, this year it was a silent worship.

Time passed and the weather changed suddenly.

The raindrops changed from small to large, drenching Yan Yan's hair and black suit. This was the first anniversary of the death of his parents without Jian Shou's company, but it rained like the first time.

Yan Yan turned his head to look at the void beside him, there seemed to be a phantom of the young man there, he thought it would be like this every year from now on.

Only him.