[Wearing Books] School Bully Loves Little Milk Cake

Jian Zhao took Ke Ai to look around the villa, and found everything according to Ke Ai's preferences. The study room on the second floor was huge, and there were many medical books on the bookshelves, which were esoteric and difficult to understand.

Originally, there was an open space by the window of the study room, planning to install a tatami mat for Ke Ai to take a nap in the summer afternoon, and occasionally he worked overtime at night, so Ke Ai's clingy nature must be with him.

Looking at it now, wait a few days for the designer to come, redecorate the study, and convert it into a place for Ke Ai to paint.

Jian Zhao tidied up the salutes they brought back. Seeing that Ke Ai had been following him like a little tail, helplessness flashed in his eyes, he led him to sit on the sofa, and asked in a low voice: "Are you tired?" tired?"

"Not tired."

Ke Ai sat on the sofa propping his chin, staring at the bunch of baby's breath on the coffee table.

It has been a long time since the villa was decorated, but it didn't taste very good. The chef and the nanny Jing Shao also helped them arrange it early. After the chef prepared dinner, the two sat together at the dining table.

That night, after the two of them took a shower and lay on the bed, Jian Zhao's tutor called.

After Jian Zhao's cell phone rang, he picked it up and took a look at the notes, then turned his head to look at Ke Ai who was huddled under the blanket and looked at him eagerly, regardless of whether the little kid cared or not, he took the initiative to explain: "Baby, it's mine. tutor."

Ke Ai nodded his little head, and hid aside to eavesdrop openly.

Jian Zhao's medical talent is not bad, but most of his current achievements are due to the help of his mentor. If it weren't for his mentor, he might not be able to get to this stage.

Because of this, Jian Zhao has always respected his mentor.

Elder Wang simply asked Jian Zhao about his plans for the future and hung up the phone. Jian Zhao casually put the phone on the bedside table and stretched out his hand to help Ke Ai untie the rubber band.

"Little boy, are you sleepy?"

As soon as Jian Zhao finished speaking, Ke Ai put his hand on his lips and yawned, then slipped into Jian Zhao's arms, and said softly, "Sleepy."

"Sleep if you're tired, I'll take you back to No. [-] Middle School tomorrow, okay?"

"okay."

The gloomy and heavy memories for Ke Ai have gradually faded in his mind now, and he may not care as much as he thinks.

Back then, Ke Ai felt embarrassed, mostly because he cared.

He cared too much about Jian Zhao, liked him too much, that's why he felt heartbroken when he thought he was about to be betrayed.

But now he clearly knows that that part of the past was just a misunderstanding, Jian Zhao has always been very good to him, the boulder weighing on his heart has been removed, and he is rational and sober.

What he cares about is not the past, not the strange eyes and ridicule of his classmates.

From the beginning to the end, Ke Ai cared about Jian Zhao.

"Loving someone is like having a weakness, or suddenly having an armor." Ke Ai is like this now, because he loves Jian Zhao, he has an armor, which is enough for him to face everything calmly.

The next day, Jian Zhao got up very early, and helped Ke Ai choose a set of clothes from the closet to put on the bedside.

It's winter now, and it's still cold in the morning, Jian Zhao went to the kitchen, put the soybeans soaked last night into the soymilk machine, and planned to cook soymilk for Ke Ai.

He knows Ke Ai very well, and knows clearly that Ke Ai actually prefers Chinese food, especially breakfast.

Jian Zhao said hello to the chef last night, and he cooked breakfast in the morning. When Ke Ai came downstairs, he smelled the smell of food, and the corners of his mouth slightly curled up. He didn't actually have any lofty ambitions. When Jian Zhao asked him about his vision for the future, in Ke Ai's mind, everything else was vague, except for one thing that was particularly clear: Jian Zhao.

Like now, when two people live together, they don't count as rich and powerful, and there aren't too many storms and waves, just plain and warm.

The breakfast that Jian Zhao cooks is according to Ke Ai's preferences, and the taste is also very nutritious. The shrimp dumplings are very delicate.

"Eat more baby."

After eating, Jian Zhao went upstairs to help Ke Ai get a thick coat, and asked Ke Ai to put it on before going out.

Now it's winter and it's getting colder and colder. It's okay when I'm at home, but when I go out, Jian Zhao is worried that Ke Ai won't get used to the cold, so he takes out a thin padded jacket from the closet that he bought last year.

For Ke Ai, Jian Zhao always chooses the best ones. The fabric of the padded jacket is very good, and the hat is surrounded by fluff. The lining makes Ke Ai's face smaller and smaller, and the baby's cheeks are fat. It looks no different from a half-grown child.

As soon as he went out, Jian Zhao grabbed Ke Ai's hand and squeezed it lightly, and asked in a gentle voice, "Do you feel cold?"

The entanglement in Ke Ai's eyes flashed away, he was unwilling to hide and deceive Jian Zhao, he carefully clenched Jian Zhao's hand, lowered his voice and asked pitifully: "I'm not cold, but... I still want you to hold me ..."

Jian Zhao chuckled, and squeezed Ke Ai's hand slightly.

"I'm holding it."

The villa Jian Zhao bought was not far from the No. [-] Middle School, so they didn't ask the driver to take them. The two walked along the street together towards No. [-] Middle School.

After winter, all the dead leaves of the trees on the side of the road have fallen, leaving them bare. Pedestrians come and go in a hurry, and Jian Zhao and Ke Ai walk at a leisurely pace.

After going out, both of them put on black masks. Ke Ai didn't like crowded places, so he put on his coat and hat after walking a few steps, covering himself tightly, letting Jian Zhao hold yourself.

Compared with that country, Ke Ai likes this place more, maybe because he lived in a country similar to this place in his previous life, even the pedestrians on the roadside gave Ke Ai an inexplicable sense of familiarity, and his mood became much easier .

"Like it here?"

Sensing Ke Ai's good mood, Jian Zhao turned his head to ask. Ke Ai nodded first, then shook his head lightly, and replied softly, "Jian Zhao, I like being here with you."

For so many years abroad, the little yellow duck has been by Ke Ai's side. If it weren't for the little yellow duck who has been beside Ke Ai's naughty advice, Ke Ai may not be able to persist until now.

Not long after Jian Zhao went abroad to look for him, the little yellow duck disappeared inexplicably, leaving behind a note saying 'we will meet again'.

After so many years, Ke Ai has matured a lot, calmly faced the parting with the little yellow duck, and looked forward to the next reunion.

Right now, No. [-] Middle School is still in class, so strangers are not allowed to go in casually. Fortunately, Jian Zhao and the others happened to be guarding the cats, and there was a teacher holding a ceramic vat next to him, which was Director Yuan.

Director Yuan looked much older, he was stunned when he saw Jian Zhao, and when he came back to his senses, there was a smile on his face.

He has brought students from class to class, and there are not a few who look back at him. Director Yuan is not young anymore, but he is still the dean of No. [-] Middle School. He will catch disobedient students to smoke and appease restlessness Puppy classmate.

"Jian Zhao?"

Director Yuan's appearance didn't change much. Jian Zhao walked in front of Director Yuan with Ke Ai after hearing Director Yuan calling his name.

"Hello teacher."

Ke Ai was thinner than before, but his appearance didn't change much. Director Yuan also recognized it, looked at their holding hands with a smile, and asked in an old voice: "Are you coming back to take a look?"

"Well, as soon as I returned to China, I wanted to go back to this old school."

Director Yuan helped them register at the security office and let them go in.

——Zhongyuan was originally a hundred-year-old school. After so many years, except for the trees on the campus that have become thicker, the rest is still the same as it used to be.

Jian Zhao led Ke Ai to the place where they met for the first time. The tree was thicker because it was already late autumn and the branches were bare. Jian Zhao could vaguely recall the appearance of the two of them when they first met. .

From childhood to adulthood, because of his skin or something else, there are not a few people who like him, pursue him, and send him love letters, but it is the first time for Ke Ai to send him a love letter with an andrology advertisement.

At the beginning, he remembered Ke Ai because of that unusual love letter, maybe because Ke Ai was too stupid, stupid Ke Ai stumbled into his heart.

Ke Ai thought of Jian Zhao's fierce look towards him, and glared at him angrily.

"Don't be mad, baby."

There was a hidden smile in Jian Zhao's voice, he led Ke Ai to the steps where they were standing, took out a light blue envelope from his bag and handed it to Ke Ai with a gentle voice.

"Little boy, here, it's yours."

Ke Ai didn't feel at all that he couldn't open the gift in person. In front of Jian Zhao, he unfolded the letter paper openly. The purpose was to write a whole page in Jian Zhao's chic and crisp handwriting.

At first, Ke Ai's small mouth was still upturned, but after a while, his expression gradually calmed down. At the end, his eye circles were slightly red, with tears in his eyes, and he leaned against Jian Zhao's shoulder.

"I...I also want to be with you forever."

"Well, forever."

The promise about the long rest of life was made lightly like this, and the ten fingers clasped together showed firmness.

——The campus of Middle School has left too many familiar memories for the two of them, and every corner seems to hide the intimacy between the two of them, the once youthful and immature time, hidden in the years.

When he walked into the grove, Jian Zhao vaguely remembered how he disliked his family Ke Ai back then, arrogant and haughty, saying that if he would like him, he would kneel down and sing Conquest to him.

If I had known that I would like him so much one day...

Jian Zhao shook his head helplessly and laughed, how could there be so many ifs.

"Baby, remember what I told you here?

"Huh? What did you say?"

"I said I love you."