After crossing, I was with the campus male god

Chu Muya didn't ask Uncle Wang to pick him up, and it was almost dark when he returned home.

Yan Ling'an didn't go home directly, and followed Chu Muya to the second stage: "Brother Mu, I'll take you to a place after dinner. Today is Friday, and there just happens to be a performance in the evening."

Chu Muya opened the door with the key, but refused without thinking: "No."

The servant at home happened to be by the door, and greeted Chu Muya after seeing him: "The young master is back." She looked at Yan Ling'an, and asked with some uncertainty: "This is the young master's... friend? "

Chu Muya: "No."

Yan Ling'an: "Yes!"

The two spoke at the same time, and looked at each other after the words fell.

The servant glanced between the two of them: "Master, why don't you invite your friend in?"

Yan Ling'an bowed his hands: "No, no, I'm going home too!" He said to Chu Muya again, "Brother Mu, it's settled, I'll come to you later!"

Chu Muya: "..." I really want to ask him which ghost agreed with him.

Yan Lingan ran away and disappeared, and the servant closed the door.

Chu Muya turned around and saw Chu's mother standing not far away, and was taken aback: "...Mom."

Mother Chu looked at the door twice: "I'll come over when I hear the sound, why don't you invite your classmate to come in and have a seat? Is there still a bus for him to go back so late?"

"...His family only lives in the first phase." Chu Muya explained.

Mother Chu smiled reassuringly: "That's good, what's his name? It's rare to see you go home with your classmates."

"Yan Ling'an."

Chu's mother was taken aback: "Yan..." A trace of unclear emotion flashed in her eyes, and she hesitated to speak, "Their family... hey, let's not talk, let's eat."

Chu Muya nodded thoughtfully.

After dinner, Chu Muya went upstairs to do his homework.

The phone vibrated on the table for a long time, Chu Muya turned over a page of his homework, but still didn't open it.

[The most handsome in the whole universe, responsible for the appearance of No. [-] middle school, the little basketball prince]: Brother Mu, Brother Mu, Brother Mu, come down, come down, come down

[The most handsome in the universe · Responsible for the beauty of No. [-] middle school · Little basketball prince】: Brother Mu, come down quickly, I'm going to be bitten to death by mosquitoes, the mosquitoes outside are so poisonous!

[The most handsome in the universe · No. [-] middle school's face value · basketball little prince】: Brother Mu, if you don't come down, I'm going to knock on your door!

After a while, a servant at home knocked on the door: "Master, your classmate is here to look for you."

Chu Muya: "..."

He glanced at his phone, took a deep breath, and wished he could go downstairs and blow Yan Lingan's head off.

Ever since he got to know Yan Ling'an, Chu Muya felt that his temper was much worse.

Chu's mother also came to his door and said, "Mu Ya, if your classmate calls you to play, go, or call him home to play?"

Chu Muya: "..."

He took his mobile phone and opened the door: "Then I'll go out for a while."

Mother Chu warned softly: "Okay, then be careful, I will ask Aunt Cui to keep the door open for you."

When Chu Muya went out, Yan Lingan waved at him, and a bicycle was parked in front of him.

Yan Lingan asked: "Brother Mu, can you ride a bicycle? How about I take you?"

Chu Muya: "I will."

Yan Ling'an was silent for a while, and then said, "But I only have one bicycle, why don't you pretend you don't know it?"

Chu Muya: "..."

God damn pretend not to.

Seeing Chu Muya's expression was unkind, Yan Ling'an suggested: "Why don't you take me with you?"

Although Chu Muya disliked it, there was only one plan, and he didn't want to sit in the back seat, it seemed too strange.

However, it wasn't until he got on the bike that he realized that the front seat could also drive people crazy—Yan Ling'an had one arm around his waist, and the other was showing him the way.

After Chu Muya returned home, he took off his school uniform and only wore a gray short-sleeved shirt. He didn't take his coat when he went out. Yan Ling'an's arms were still very close, and they moved around his waist. move.

Yan Ling'an's body was very hot, and the arm around Chu Muya's body was also very hot, as if a piece of hot iron had been laid across it, which could not be ignored.

Finally, Chu Muya couldn't bear it anymore: "Don't hug you so tightly." After a while, he added, "...Don't move around!"

It was the first time for Chu Muya to feel that his waist was so sensitive.

Later, he heard Yan Lingan muttering with a smile: "Brother Mu, I'm afraid of death, so of course I have to hold on tighter! Why are you so sensitive like a little girl!"

Damn it!

Chu Muya stopped the car on the side of the road, Yan Lingan bumped into his back due to inertia, and stood up in a panic: "What's wrong?"

Chu Muya threw the handlebars to Yan Ling'an with a cold face: "You ride."

Yan Ling'an didn't understand what was wrong with Chu Muya, so he took the car: "Brother Mu, hold on tight, I'm a very good racing car, if I fall, I'm afraid you will have a shadow on the bicycle in the future, then I will It's not too much of a crime."

Chu Muya only gently tugged at the clothes on both sides of Yan Lingan's waist: "Shut up."

Yan Ling'an still remembered what he had promised Chu Muya, so he let out an aggrieved "Oh".

What kind of unequal land cession and indemnity contract did he sign?

There is a downhill ahead, Yan Ling'an reminded loudly: "Brother Mu is going downhill, you are going downhill, hold on to me!"

After falling for a while, the speed of the car also slowed down, and Yan Lingan said again: "Brother Mu, look at the river, isn't it beautiful!"

Chu Muya heard the sound and looked over. The left side of the downhill road was a gentle slope with artificial lawn on it. At the bottom of the slope was a river. The river was very wide, and the buildings on the opposite bank seemed far away. Colorful lights.

The lights in the distance are reflected in the river, quiet and peaceful.

Yan Lingan found a place to park the car, pulled Chu Muya to sit on the lawn, then lay down by himself, stretched his arms in a relaxed shape, and turned his head to look at Chu Muya: "I used to like to come here when I was upset. Now, looking at the bustling neon lights on the other side of the river is not so annoying, the opposite side is noisy and lively, but here is quiet and deserted."

Chu Muya has never seen Yan Ling'an upset. In his impression, Yan Ling'an is careless and silly most of the time. He studies sports well, is popular, and has a good heart. Everyone's first reaction is It's for Ling'an.

The evening breeze is cool, neutralizing the heat of many late summer nights.

Yan Ling'an is used to Chu Muya not talking, he seems to be talking to himself: "You don't think I have troubles too, do you? Of course I do!" Yan Ling'an laughed twice, speaking in a low voice "They always feel that I don't understand, but how could I not understand... When they were young, they were so close, and they spent less time together in the past two years, so I don't understand? It's just that the relationship has faded, I I'm not a child anymore, what can't I accept..."

Chu Muya didn't interrupt him, and listened quietly.

Yan Ling'an asked, "Brother Mu, do you think they can still get back together?"

After Yan Ling'an had said so much, he still had a small hope in his heart.

Chu Muya thought for a while, and used a euphemism: "It's hard to reunite a broken mirror."

The bank of the river suddenly became quiet, only the sound of the wind blowing the willow branches, and the sound of cicadas in the distance.

After a while, Yan Ling'an smiled: "That's right, a broken mirror cannot be reunited, and a dead person cannot be brought back to life."

Chu Muya frowned, and looked back at him, not understanding what he meant by the second half of the sentence.

Yan Ling'an was lying on the lawn with deep eyes, as if he was thinking about something, he said slowly: "When I was very young, I lived in my grandparents' house, and there was a little boy in my leading house, who was about my age and older than me. When I was a few months old, I didn’t like to talk, but I liked to laugh. When I smiled, I was very cute and had a dimple on my face. I would often make him laugh and poke his dimple.”

"Actually, my personality was not very good when I was young. I always liked to play tricks on others. He would teach me not to do that. He was very smart. He was like a little adult at that time. He never worried about his family. He taught me in kindergarten. Things can be learned quickly. We are not in a kindergarten, but I can hear his legends in my kindergarten. Later, I was picked up by my parents. I haven’t seen him for a long time. I went there again during the summer vacation of the first grade of elementary school. Grandpa’s house, I visited him once, I don’t know if he forgot me, or he didn’t want to talk to me, he didn’t talk to me or laugh at me, he was frightened by the cold. Then during the winter vacation of that year, I heard my grandpa say that he He fell into the water and was found the next day... If only I had gone up to talk to him at that time, who knows that there will be no future.

"After all, he is really good to me. I want to study hard because I want to compare with him. It's a habit I developed later..."

Chu Muya's eyes widened uncontrollably.

Yan Ling'an called out, "Brother Mu?" He raised his hand and waved in front of Chu Muya's eyes, "Brother Mu?"

Chu Muya was still in a daze, but a fountain suddenly burst out in the middle of the river, and the lights on the embankment changed into different colors from time to time, dyeing the water splashes in various colors.

The cold water fell on his face, and Chu Muya came back to his senses: "Huh?"

Yan Lingan sat up, her gaze focused and serious: "Actually... when I first saw you, I thought you were very similar. In fact, I don't know what he would look like if he could grow up, but I just think he left me My last impression is very similar to my first impression."

Chu Muya didn't speak, but listened quietly.

Yan Ling'an felt a little uneasy: "Brother Mu, you won't be angry, right? I didn't want to be friends with you because of my regrets when I was young."

Yan Ling'an never regarded Chu Muya as anyone's stand-in, and it was not for so many complicated reasons to get close to him.

It's just because he is Chu Muya.

Chu Muya: "Yes."

Yan Ling'an vented a bit, and his mood improved a lot: "Brother Mu, what were you like when you were young?"

Chu Muya thought for a while: "I don't have any impression."

His memory before elementary school is very vague, and he can only remember fragmentary fragments, such as his parents arguing loudly at home, while he hides in his room to do homework, such as whenever he smiles, his mother will beat him, and then he doesn't like to laugh as time goes by up.

Yan Ling'an lay down again, and seeing Chu Muya's back straightened, with his hands behind his back, he suddenly had a bad intention, and he raised his hand to grab one of Chu Muya's arms, which lost half of it for a while. The balance, also lying on the lawn.

Chu Muya was forced to lie on the lawn, and wanted to beat up the people around him.

In the new week, the positions in the class were rotated, and Chu Muya's position was also moved from the corridor to the window.

With Yan Ling'an not by his side, he could finally be quiet for a week.