[Wearing Books] School Bully Loves Little Milk Cake

Ke Ai's slender fingers have held the paintbrush for so many years, because they haven't seen the sun all year round, there is a fragile cold white color, and several colors of paint are rubbed on the fingers, some of which are dirty on Jian Zhao's palm.

Jian Zhao didn't dislike him at all, and tightly clenched Ke Ai's hand.

After so many years, the gesture of clasping fingers is as intimate and ambiguous.

Jian Zhao could clearly feel that Ke Ai's hands were trembling slightly, Xie's mother stepped aside, giving space to the two of them.

As a mother, her humblest and strongest desire is simply to keep her child alive.

Nothing else is important, no amount of entanglement is too weak in the face of life and death.

Jian Zhao grabbed Ke Ai's wrist and hugged him into his arms. When he touched Ke Ai's thin and thin body, his heart tightened uncontrollably.

This little poor boy, how did he take care of himself for so many years to ruin himself into this appearance.

"Little boy..."

Like many times before, Ke Ai skillfully arched his head into Jian Zhao's embrace, and muffled in a crying voice: "Stinky Jian Zhao, I, I..."

— Before he could finish his sentence, Ke Ai completely lost consciousness.

Jian Zhao's reaction was extremely quick, he put his arms around Ke Ai's waist, picked him up and walked out, and said to the psychiatrist he brought: "Sir, please help me drive and go to the hospital."

Mother Xie came back to her senses now, and hurried out to catch up with Jian Zhao.

"Come with me, there is a driver at home."

In less than half an hour, Ke Ai was taken to the hospital he often went to. The doctor was familiar with this patient who often came in after a while, arranged a ward, did an examination, and then transferred to the general ward.

In the corridor outside the ward door, the walls are clean and snow-white, and there is a faint smell of disinfectant floating in the nose.

Mother Xie was sitting on the chair, she had calmed down after learning that her child was safe and sound from the doctor, looked up at the decadent man standing against the wall, and said coldly: "I am Ke Ai's mother, maybe , should we talk about it?"

Xie's mother is not a housewife. She and her husband also have their own careers. The cosmetics company she manages is one of the largest cosmetics brands in this country. Her aura and oppression cannot be underestimated.

Jian Zhao nodded slightly, neither humble nor overbearing, and said in response: "Okay, hello, Auntie, I'm Jian Zhao."

A trace of impatience flashed in Xie's mother's eyes, Jian Zhao seemed to have read what she was thinking, and asked, "Perhaps, what you want to know more is the past between me and Ke Ai?"

I omitted a section of the first meeting that was not too good, and described in detail the experience of the two of them getting along later, and the reason why Ke Ai became like this.

When she heard that Ke Ai had attracted a lot of criticism just because of his sexuality, Xie Mu's eyes flashed with anger, and she looked straight at Jian Zhao with sharp eyes.

"Then between you and Ke Ai, is it because of fun?"

"No."

Jian Zhao denied it very categorically. His feelings for Ke Ai are very sacred and cannot be tarnished in the slightest. If it was just for fun, he would be able to spend the rest of his life wandering around with the inheritance left by his grandfather. Be chic.

"Don't you think it's shameful to like someone of the same gender as yourself? In the future, would you dare to hold Ke Ai's hand while walking on the street? Would you dare to introduce him to your friends as your partner? You have the courage Don't you still dislike him even after you're old?"

Mother Xie asked sharp questions one after another. The psychiatrist occasionally mentioned that even if Ke Ai's condition is cured now, it is very likely that he will relapse in the future when he is guided by external forces.

Jian Zhao leaned against the wall, took out his mobile phone from his jacket pocket, rummaged through a few photos and handed them to Xie Mu.

"I don't think there is anything shameful about liking Ke Ai. In fact, as his mother, you shouldn't think so. Ke Ai is cute and naughty, but he doesn't feel safe. Every time he asks for help on the street I took him by the hand and said that he was afraid of being lost by himself.”

When this point was mentioned, Xie's mother, who had already stabilized her emotions all the way, could not control the slight redness of her eyes for an instant.

"In fact, all my friends know about Ke Ai's existence. I can't guarantee that I will grow old in the future, but I can guarantee that I will not dislike him when I am alive."

Birth, old age, sickness and death, no one can say for sure, all Jian Zhao can do is to love him with all he has in his limited life.

Mother Xie looked at the photos of Ke Ai on Jian Zhao's mobile phone. There were Ke Ai who fell asleep while doing his homework on the table, and there were those who were gluttonous and hugged two buckets of popcorn. Dirty looking.

Without exception, Ke Ai's smile in the photo is innocent, and this alone is enough to defeat Xie's mother's hard-earned defense.

"I am indeed Ke Ai's mother, but I will not interfere in his emotional life. It is up to you how far you can go in the end."

After finishing speaking, Mother Xie took out a tissue and wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, handed the phone back to Jian Zhao, stood up, took two steps back, and bowed to Jian Zhao.

"Whether you can restore Ke Ai to his original appearance or not, I am very grateful to you."

?_Niu Si" doctor's diagnosis was because Ke Ai's body was too weak, and he experienced great sorrow and joy in a short period of time. He passed out after venting his emotions and exhausted his strength. He would recover after a period of rest.

Xie's mother still had work to deal with in her company. After Xie's mother left, Jian Zhao moved a stool and stood by Ke Ai's bed, looking almost greedily at his face lying on the bed.

Ke Ai lost a lot of weight, even thinner than when they met for the last time. Under the large hospital clothes, he was so thin that only a skeleton remained. It has grown to the shoulders and is a mess.

Jian Zhao took out his mobile phone and sent a text message to his friends in China.

He intends to suspend his career and put all his thoughts on Ke Ai first. Ke Ai's current situation is really worrying. Jian Zhao is even more afraid of Ke Ai's departure than Ke Ai's parents. .

Jing Shao didn't have any surprises when he received the news from Jian Zhao, and arranged domestic affairs skillfully.

The school bully who used to do all kinds of evil on campus, now puts on a suit and walks into the society to become a social elite. The youthful impetuosity of the past has faded away, and only the eyebrows and eyes can still see a bit of wantonness.

Ke Ai struggled to open his eyelids after waking up, and before Su Xing opened his eyes, he smelled the smell of disinfectant.

He is no stranger to this smell, having smelled it countless times in the past few years.

Jian Zhao had been staring at Ke Ai's face all the time, but he noticed it immediately after Ke Ai woke up. Ke Ai was stunned for a moment, and then when he came back to his senses, a daze flashed in his eyes.

Stretching out his hand, tentatively wanting to grab Jian Zhao's hand, Jian Zhao followed his will and handed his hand in front of him, Ke Ai carefully put his hand in Jian Zhao's palm, Jian Zhao seemed to be Clenched tightly like that many times, calling softly: "Xiaoguai?"

Without any warning, Ke Ai's tears fell, slipped down his cheeks and sank into the pillow, and whispered softly: "The dream I had today is so strange, you didn't want to hold me before, you called me cheap, you said you I already have a fiancee, and I still like you as a bitch..."

Ke Ai's tone was calm, slightly as if he was simply stating the facts. If you only listened to his tone, you would never have imagined that he was crying silently now. The tears slipped down the corners of his eyes and wet the pillow. The silent grievance made people worry.

Jian Zhao clenched Ke Ai's hand tightly and leaned in front of him, not daring to make any more intimate movements, his gentle tone was exactly the same as before.

"Little boy, I agreed to lead you for the rest of my life. When I get old, I will take you to buy fairy tale books. If I don't scold you, I don't want to scold you. I don't have a fiancee, I only have you."

Ke Ai's tear-stained eyelashes trembled slightly, and Jian Zhao gently wiped off the tears on his face, and said softly, "Little boy, get well, I'll take you to ride the Ferris wheel, okay?"

Ke Ai was stunned for a while before he realized that he was not dreaming. The previous vent seemed to have exhausted Ke Ai's strength, and now he has no strength to continue struggling.

In the studio at home, it is not so much the impulsive choice that Ke Ai made in desperation, but rather the liking and unwillingness that have been hidden in his heart for so many years and cannot be forgotten.

"Jian Zhao..."

"I am, I have always been."

Ke Ai's hand was tightly held by Jian Zhao, and the warmth seemed to spread through the place where they touched, and then spread to the limbs, giving Ke Ai the courage to continue asking.

"fiancée?"

Mentioning this, Jian Zhao's face lost the ease just now, wrapped Ke Ai's little hand in his hands, and explained to him seriously.

"I don't have a fiancée. I haven't had one from the beginning to the end. I'm still unmarried, and there's never been an engagement. Little boy, trust me, okay?"

Ke Ai's clear eyes stared at Jian Zhao closely, and after a while, the corners of his lips pulled away, and the corners of his mouth curled into a slight arc. The heavy haze that had been pressing on him seemed to have dissipated a little at this moment.

"Jian Zhao, if you tell me, I'll believe it, okay?"

Ke Ai's voice was no longer as soft as it used to be, it was hoarse and a bit unpleasant, but the not-so-pleasant voice did not bring any strangeness to Jian Zhao.

This is the little kid of his family, the kind that can still be recognized at a glance in the crowd.

"I've told you many times, but as long as you want to listen, I can repeat it to you again, little boy, I have never had a fiancée, and the only person I want to marry is you from beginning to end."

If the scene in front of him was the red apple handed to Snow White in a fairy tale, covered with all kinds of sweet words and poisonous like arsenic, Ke Ai would eat it without hesitation.

"Jian Zhao..."

"Baby, if you say you believe me, then you believe I love you, okay?"