The end of the world has laid hands on me

Jiang Xinghuai was stunned looking at the leather shoes in the cabinet. He also likes to buy sneakers, but he didn't buy them so exaggeratedly.

At most, it will support a wall.

and--

"You clean your shoes when you're unhappy?" Jiang Xinghuai took two steps back hesitantly, "Aren't you kidding me?"

"I followed a master to make these shoes myself." Fu Yan took down a pair of ancient brown leather shoes, "It's very comfortable to wear, do you want to try it?"

"Huh?" Jiang Xinghuai froze for a moment, then nodded out of curiosity.

He hasn't worn leather shoes yet.

Fu Yan moved over a low stool and asked him to sit down.

Jiang Xinghuai took off his high-top cloth shoes, and looked up at Fu Yan again.

"Try." Fu Yan encouraged him.

"Your feet are so big..." Jiang Xinghuai smiled at the large part of the heel after wearing it, and pointed it to Fu Yan, "It's so much bigger."

"It's because your feet are too small." Fu Yan also smiled, squatted down, and put on the other shoe for him.

Jiang Xinghuai stood up, thinking about his father's way of walking, he took two big strides, but felt uncomfortable, so he simply dragged forward, jumping from time to time.

The soles of the leather shoes rattled on the wooden floor.

Like a child who stole an adult's shoes, proud and showing off.

"Be careful of your legs." Fu Yan looked at him with a smile, the tenderness in his eyes was not even noticed by him.

Fu Yan's leather shoes are really comfortable. Jiang Xinghuai jumped around and remembered a sentence, "You have so many pairs of shoes, is it because of that sentence, how to say, a good pair of shoes can take you anywhere you want Places to go?"

"No." Fu Yan smiled, "It's just because of the money."

Jiang Xinghuai: "..."

"Brush." ​​Fu Yan brought the toolbox over and handed him the small brush.

"Really brush?" Jiang Xinghuai took the small brush, looked at the leather shoes under his feet, and didn't know where to start, "No, what's so fun about brushing shoes? Are you a masochist?"

"First take a wet and soft square towel and wipe the entire upper of the shoe." Fu Yan gave him another small wet towel.

Although Jiang Xinghuai said he was disgusted, he obeyed obediently.

What Fu Yan said, what did he do.

Jiang Xinghuai never knew before today that there are so many requests for shoe shines.

I didn't know that a pair of shoes could be polished for half an hour.

After brushing a pair of shoes, Jiang Xing hugged the shiny leather shoes and sighed: "I have never brushed my teeth so hard..."

"Do you feel a lot more relaxed after brushing?" Fu Yan asked suddenly.

"No." Jiang Xing was suspicious.

"Really?" Fu Yan smiled.

"Wait..." Jiang Xinghuai's already round eyes slowly widened.

"Shoe brushing is a process of self-precipitation. Your heart has not calmed down, so you don't feel relaxed." Fu Yan restrained his smile and looked serious.

"You just lied to me to brush your shoes!" Jiang Xinghuai glared at him, "Old liar!"

"Little bomber." Fu Yan smiled happily.

"You're finished!" Jiang Xinghuai threw away his leather shoes, and rushed over to beat him.

Fu Yan didn't hide, just stood there and smiled.

Seeing that he didn't hide, Jiang Xinghuai could only raise his hand high and lower it gently.

Seeing this, Fu Yan laughed outright.

Jiang Xinghuai was still pretending to be cool with a sullen face, but after a while, he couldn't help laughing.

The two smiled at each other for a long time, but couldn't find a reason.

It took a long time for the two of them to stop. Fu Yan pulled him to sit down and drink water, and then he comforted him: "Don't worry about Mr. Geng, there will be a solution."

"A way?" Jiang Xinghuai suddenly thought of something, put down the quilt, and wiped his mouth, "You said that your friend has participated in the research of this virus, he must have a way, if we go to find your friend, will Teacher Geng Will it be saved?"

"He didn't come here to meet me as agreed." Fu Yan looked at him and frowned, "So I'm not sure where he is, maybe he's still stuck in Beijing."

"Then we have to try. Old Geng can't just lie down like this forever. It's no different from being dead." Jiang Xinghuai looked into his eyes with eager hope, "Let's go find him, find him."

"We?" Fu Yan repeated his words.

"Yes, we." Jiang Xinghuai nodded, "You are going to find your friend, and I need to find your friend now, the two of us will go together."

Fu Yan looked at him, the smile on his lips disappeared, and he frowned again.

He patted Jiang Xinghuai's thin back and said, "Go to sleep."

Seeing him dodging, Jiang Xinghuai stood up, frowned tightly and said, "I'm not afraid of danger."

"I know." Fu Yan said.

"You don't know." Jiang Xinghuai had a solemn and serious expression on his face for the first time, as if he had sworn an oath, "I'm not afraid of danger, I'm just afraid of danger for you."

"I know the same, and so do you." Jiang Xinghuai said again.

Fu Yan was silent, and he stood up after a while: "It's too late, go to bed first."

Jiang Xinghuai looked at him, his chest heaving, his eyes full of puzzlement and anger.

Jiang Xinghuai opened his mouth again, but was so angry that he couldn't utter a word, he turned around and left.

He believed that Fu Yan understood what he meant, but Fu Yan would never regard him as an adult.

In Fu Yan's eyes, he is just a child, a character who needs to be protected, cared for, and kept behind.

After Jiang Xinghuai entered the room, he closed the door heavily, spread out on the bed and beat the quilt fiercely.

He knows he's not that mature, but he'll learn, he'll try to change, he'll...he'll...

He will mature!

Tomorrow, it will be ripe immediately, scaring Fu Yan to death.

Jiang Xinghuai was very angry, but he finished the bath very maturely.

Because it cooks quickly in hot water.

The moment Jiang Xinghuai closed his eyes under the quilt, he suddenly felt uncomfortable. This was because he was sleeping alone these days.

The vague uneasiness before going to bed made him suppress it desperately.

Nevertheless, after falling asleep, the nightmare that he couldn't get rid of came as promised.

The distorted shadows transformed into the heads of a man and a woman, and squirmed into countless pairs of hands.

Those black hands hugged him fiercely, covering his eyes and covering his nose.

He began to run forward desperately.

Fu Yan suddenly appeared on the road he was passing by.

Jiang Xinghuai breathed a sigh of relief for no reason, smiled and ran towards Fu Yan.

Just hugging his arms, he raised his head.

Fu Yan's face changed and distorted in an instant, the blood-red eyes bulged out, and the mouth swelled to the point of cracking.

Fu Yan turned into a zombie!

Jiang Xinghuai opened his eyes in fright, and grabbed the quilt tightly with his hands. It took him a long time in the dark to hear his rapid panting.

This dream is no different from the dreams he had every day before, except that he would be caught by the black shadow very quickly before, but this time when he met Fu Yan, the black shadow couldn't catch up, but Fu Yan turned into a zombie in the end .

Jiang Xinghuai pushed away the quilt, sat up slowly with his hands propped up, and adjusted his breathing.

His mouth was so dry that smoke was coming out, and even his throat was sore. Could it be that he was screaming in his dream?

Jiang Xinghuai frowned suspiciously and stood up, pushed open the door and walked to the other side of the corridor.

He remembered that there was a small hall on the left, and there was a refrigerator there, and there should be water.

Not long after walking forward, a door next to it suddenly opened, and a yellow light inside suddenly projected out.

Jiang Xinghuai was startled, and took several steps back to stick to the railing.

"Why haven't you slept yet?" Fu Yan was a little surprised to see him.

Jiang Xinghuai cleared his throat and stood up straight. He was still gasping for breath, and his tone was neither humble nor overbearing: "Get up and drink water."

Only then did Fu Yan realize that he came out wearing a T-shirt, frowned, turned around and handed him a suit: "Be careful of catching a cold."

Jiang Xinghuai was taken aback for a moment, and reached out to grab the corner of the suit, his heart softened.

After holding back and holding back, I still couldn't hold back and said: "I... I had a dream..."

"What did you dream about?" Fu Yan noticed that there were fine beads of sweat on his forehead, and took out a handkerchief to wipe him.

"I dreamed that I kept running in the dark, and then I met you." Jiang Xinghuai lowered his head, his voice was low, "Then you turned into a zombie and bit me."

The light in the house shone from the door, but Jiang Xinghuai was standing in the shadow, with his head down, depressed like a puppy who couldn't find his way home.

Jiang Xinghuai was originally of a thin body type, and he hadn't eaten much while running for his life these days, so he looked even thinner in a baggy suit, which made people feel distressed.

Fu Yan finally took a step forward, stretched out his hand, embraced him in his arms, and patted his back comfortingly.

"Don't be afraid." Fu Yan said.

"Take me there, okay?" Jiang Xing's chest was stuffy, and his voice was heavily nasal, "Let's go together."

"Three chapters of the agreement." Fu Yan sighed helplessly.

"Yoyueyue." Jiang Xinghuai nodded hastily.

"Okay." Fu Yan nodded.

"What are you talking about?" Jiang Xinghuai anxiously looked up at him seeing that he hadn't mentioned the content of the third chapter of the contract for a long time.

"We'll decide when it's time." Fu Yan let go of him, turned around, and poured him a glass of water.

"No problem!" Jiang Xinghuai hurriedly followed and snatched the water glass from him, "I pour it myself! Do my own thing!"

"Let's go after your birthday." Fu Yan lifted the water bottle and poured him half a glass of water.

"Do you want to give me a gift?" Jiang Xing was puzzled.

"Is there anything you want?" Fu Yan asked.

"Then I have to think about it..." Jiang Xinghuai narrowed his eyes and drank the water, the smile on his mouth became more cunning.

"Then think about it slowly." Fu Yan looked at him like that and smiled, "I still have some things to deal with, if you don't want to sleep now, just wait for me a little longer."

Jiang Xinghuai nodded, put down the glass, looked around the large study room, and walked towards the left wall.

There is a whole wall of photos.The frame of each photo is the same, and the angle of each photo is also the same.

Fu Yan definitely has obsessive-compulsive disorder.

Jiang Xinghuai pursed his lips in disdain, and took a photo frame down to look at it.

In the photo is Fu Yan and a boy.

The Fu Yan in the photo is not much different from the current Fu Yan, except that his brows and eyes are greener, and he doesn't look so serious.

The other boy next to him was wearing a white shirt, with slightly smiling curved eyes, a slightly curved mouth, long... very gentle.

For some reason, Jiang Xinghuai suddenly thought of the boy in the class who sat in front of him and always wore a white T-shirt.

The same is true, warm and gentle, making people want to sleep next to each other for a while.

"His name is Zheng Yi." Fu Yan suddenly walked behind him.

"You went to the same university as him?" Jiang Xinghuai noticed that there was a graduation souvenir written on it.

"Yeah." Fu Yan nodded.

Jiang Xinghuai glanced at the photo again, and was suddenly stunned. He reached out and pointed to the middle of the photo in surprise: "No, why are you two still holding hands?"

Fu Yan was stunned. There were quite a lot of photos on his photo wall. He didn't expect Jiang Xinghuai to be so accurate.

That was the only photo of Zheng Yi quietly holding his hand at the moment of capture.

As the doubts in Jiang Xinghuai's eyes deepened, he could only confess: "...he chased me before."

"Your ex-boyfriend?" Jiang Xinghuai was stunned after finishing speaking, "No... Uncle, do you like men?"

"I don't agree." Fu Yan skipped the topic of whether he likes men or women, and deliberately opened the conversation, "Also, Zheng Yi is the person we are going to find this time."

"So it's your ex-boyfriend we're looking for this time?" Jiang Xinghuai frowned, and then covered the photo on the table.

Fu Yan was startled, some kind of crisis suddenly stood up, and his sixth sense, which had always been insensitive to such things, suddenly raised the alarm to him.

"Your ex-boyfriend is quite handsome." Jiang Xinghuai said again.

really.

Fu Yan looked at the smile on the corner of Jiang Xinghuai's mouth, and his heart beat a little flustered for some reason.He knew it was time to show himself at this time, otherwise Jiang Xinghuai's childish temper would probably make him angry again.

He cleared his throat. "I think you're better than—"

"Looks are what I like." Jiang Xinghuai said again.

Fu Yan: "???"