[Wearing Books] School Bully Loves Little Milk Cake

Ke Ai, who was originally immersed in his own small world, was disturbed by Jian Zhao's sudden movement. He raised his head, and when he saw the familiar face in his bones, he retreated to the side, and he threw the brush in his hand aside. The paint messily stained Jian Zhao's expensive suit.

"You, you go away."

Ke Ai had a face of resistance, his voice was very hoarse, and he stammered like he didn't know how long he hadn't spoken a complete sentence, and he was struggling to move his body to escape.

Huddled in the corner, his body trembling slightly, the most unbearable memory once again resurfaced in front of him, the belittling words and strange eyes, like sharp knives, ruthlessly penetrated into the softest part of Ke Ai's heart, It hurt so much that he struggled to breathe.

If it is bitter before sweet, and all the injustices and grievances he has suffered are the sufferings that must be suffered on the way to reap the sweet fruits of love, then Ke Ai is willing.

What makes it difficult for Ke Ai to accept is not only other people's words and vision, but also his unwillingness to let himself be reduced to a third party who destroys other people's feelings.

Regardless of the reason, whether he was deceived or not, the third party is wrong. Ke Ai has unconsciously become the person he hates the most, especially the hurt that Jian Zhao, whom he trusts the most, personally gave him.

When everything a person believes in in the world collapses, and the most trustworthy person laughs and pulls out a knife and inserts it into his heart, living seems to be a very strenuous task.

"Little boy, don't be afraid, I'm Jian Zhao."

This name is more like a potion that can make people manic, and it was injected into Ke Ai's body fiercely.

Ke Ai, who has been very well-behaved since returning to China, has never shown any signs of hurting anyone, but today he started attacking people for the first time. The paint that was originally placed by his side was all used by him as a weapon.

Jian Zhao's originally expensive and neat suit was stained with various paints, making him look embarrassed and ridiculous.

Ke Ai was like an enraged little beast, he was not stingy with attacking Jian Zhao with his sharpest minions, but Jian Zhao didn't even hide, and squatted in front of Ke Ai in a state of embarrassment.

The petting appearance was the same as a few years ago, and she coaxed gently: "I'm very dirty, little boy, I'm afraid I can't hug you anymore."

Ke Ai looked at Jian Zhao in this state, and tears fell without warning. His beautiful eyes were empty before Jian Zhao came, but now they seem to be injected with soul.

"You, you go away."

Ke Ai repeated his previous words again, but these simple words brought a huge surprise to Xie's mother, and his eyes were flushed with excitement.

Her child has resisted being intimate with them since returning to China, and is completely different from the naughty and mischievous ones in the past. He is well-behaved and quiet, like a dumb doll.

As a mother, she felt distressed and helpless when she saw her child become like this.

Every week, Ke Ai can talk to them very little. If he can express his meaning clearly in three or two words, he is absolutely unwilling to say another word.Because of this, Mother Xie did not drive Jian Zhao away.

"Little boy, I won't leave, and I won't leave in the future, okay?"

Jian Zhao continued to coax Ke Ai patiently, as gently as if coaxing a baby, Ke Ai couldn't stop crying.

He is very good, Jian Zhao is really good, even after Ke Ai has experienced those things, he still firmly believes that the better he is, the more uncomfortable he feels, and the more gentle he is, the more unforgettable he will be.

"I, Jian Zhao, me, the relationship between us has already ended..."

Ke Ai hadn't spoken such a complete sentence for too long, and it took a lot of effort to finish a sentence. Jian Zhao grabbed Ke Ai's wrist, and after seeing that he didn't show any resistance to him, the corners of his lips twitched. He smiled, his voice so gentle that he could almost drip water.

"Little boy, when did it end, why don't I know? I don't know, so it doesn't count. Before you left without saying a word to me, I missed you for so many years, is it your fault?"

Although the words were said in this way, in fact, there was no meaning of reprimand at all, and it was more like a joke without malice.

Ke Ai was slightly taken aback by Jian Zhao's words. Seeing him in a daze, Jian Zhao stretched out his long arms and pulled him into his arms. With a firm hug, Jian Zhao moved closer to Ke Ai's ear, and said in a low voice: "I'm sorry, I still stained your clothes. Xiaoguai, please let me hug you. It's been so many years, I miss you so much."

Being forced to separate during the period of passionate love, especially in such a situation that is not completely sure, if Jian Zhao hadn't been reborn, he might have gone crazy.

Seeing his little boy again has become the motivation for Jian Zhao to persevere and fight for it until now.

To be excellent, to be better than others, to be so good that others cannot ignore it, and to stand in front of his little boy in an open and aboveboard manner.

Ke Ai's originally struggling barrier was crushed by Jian Zhao's words, and he was defeated. He let himself lean on Jian Zhao's chest, tears streaming down his face, and answered with a hoarse voice and a crying voice. : "No, I don't want you."

He said words of resistance, but his two slender arms held Jian Zhao tightly, tears kept falling, and his eyes swelled up after a while.

He doesn't think about Jian Zhao, not at all, he won't think about his world in the middle of the night, there are countless paintings that he has scrapped in the studio, without exception, the protagonists are all Jian Zhao.

It is not so much that Ke Ai wanted to commit suicide because of the psychological trauma he had experienced, but rather that he was disgusted with himself. He was disgusted with himself who knew that Jian Zhao already had a fiancée but still couldn't forget him.

He is not stingy about using the most vicious language to demean himself, and is so disgusted that he can't wait to disappear from this world immediately.

No matter how much he hated himself, he couldn't forget Jian Zhao. The more he couldn't forget, the more he loathed him. In the end, there was a vicious circle, and he suddenly had a pessimistic thought that everything would end only if he died completely.

Jian Zhao put his arms around Ke Ai, and the tight hug made him feel how much Ke Ai had lost weight. He had worked so hard to raise him for so long before gaining some weight.

Now she is so thin that only a skeleton is left, and her wrist is so slender that it can be broken with a little force.

Looking at Ke Ai's tears, Jian Zhao felt terribly distressed, pressed his head, and said softly, "Little boy, don't cry, okay? You miss me too, right? You miss me too, don't deny it, I can Feel it."

Love to the extreme, pain as much as it hurts, Jian Zhao used to think this was an exaggeration, never thought that one day he would really feel it in reality.

"Little boy, look at me, look at me, okay?"

Ke Ai raised his head to meet Jian Zhao's eyes. Jian Zhao's eyeballs were slightly red and did not shed tears. The depressive affection contained in them was the same as before. It had appeared in Ke Ai's dreams for many years in the past.

Unable to control the pantothenic acid at the tip of his nose, Ke Ai sniffed, emphasizing every word seriously.

"Jian Zhao, I, I don't want to like you anymore... I used to always feel that I had to become better to catch up with you. No matter what the exam was, if I walked in the corridor outside the classroom, as long as I could see your back, I would love you." It is down-to-earth, I feel that with you in front, I can get there no matter how difficult it is.”

Ke Ai hadn't said such a long paragraph for several years, and it took him a long time to express what he wanted to say clearly.

The psychiatrist stood patiently aside, and Mother Xie had already covered her mouth with her hands, tears had already wiped away the original perfect makeup.

"However, I seem to have overlooked the most important thing. You don't want to go ahead of me, you go faster, you don't want to continue to wait for me, I am alone, I still have to go on."

"You have another person who wants to go with you, and if I stay by your side, it will only be annoying and annoying."

Every word that Ke Ai said was like tearing open the scabs on the wounds that had scabbed and gradually grown over the years, spreading the bloody wounds openly, saying every word Analyze right and wrong.

The air in the air seemed to gradually become thinner, and Ke Ai had no choice but to take a deep breath to suppress his boiling emotions.

"I...Jian Zhao, I really want to go with you. You know, I'm very selfish, I don't want to share what I want with others, I..."

After saying such a long paragraph, Ke Ai's originally soft and pleasant voice is now very hoarse, not just because of emotional agitation.

"Then come with me, darling, you agreed to let me hold your hand and take you to the bookstore to buy story books when you get old?"

In the sweet past when two people were together, all kinds of promises were made. In the heavy and long life, in the promises of the two, it seems that there is only a fleeting moment.

It's like making a lot of noise, but if you take a careless step, they will grow old.

"I, Jian Zhao, I really don't like you anymore..."

Ke Ai emphasized every word, and the tears that hadn't dried after saying this sentence were covered with another layer. His light golden hair was a little longer, and it was messy on his shoulders. look.

Jian Zhao, who once faced the disappearance of Ke Ai after returning alone, has passed, and has reached this point, how could he retreat easily because of Ke Ai's few words?

Jian Zhao grabbed Ke Ai's hand, clasped his fingers tightly with him, the palms were dry and warm, the reassuring touch when they were tightly pressed together was familiar yet unfamiliar, Ke Ai's eyes washed by tears were clean, crooked in ignorance She tilted her head and looked at Jian Zhao, as if she didn't understand the reason for his action.

"Baby, look, you don't resist my closeness to you, you don't feel disgusted, it's enough if you don't feel disgusted."

"It doesn't matter if you don't like me now, I half-flicked you into my boyfriend back then..."

"If you don't like it now, then give me another chance to pursue you again and make you like me again, okay?"

"Honey, I love you."