The invulnerability of fast wear

"What does it mean?"

The man looked down at the sparkling amber pupils in the afterglow, his voice was soft and hoarse.

The red-cheeked boy raised his head slightly and approached without hesitation.

"I want to give it to the teacher..." He blew on the other party's neck in a similar manner, "Light a cigarette."

The slender fingers sank into the soft back of the sofa, his Adam's apple swallowed lightly, the man's body was tense, and it took great restraint to not continue following this ambiguous movement. He opened his mouth and closed it again, thinking about how to relieve this weird atmosphere , and at the same time try not to hurt the other party's self-esteem, so that the teenager will not continue to be angry.

"teacher."

The corners of the diamond-shaped eyes evoked a peach blossom-like pink. The young man pressed the man's cheek with his fingers holding a lighter. His earnest expression was blurred by the dusk to almost adult maturity. The wet eyes showed a kind of youthful childishness, and the two complex temperaments were mixed. At such moments, form an irresistible web.

——Knowing that it was a trap, I couldn't help but jump into it.

Teenager said:

"I like you."

Lifting the young man's black and soft hair, erasing the hesitation in his eyes, the deep pool-colored pupils are covered by slender butterfly wings, the man casts a dark shadow, and the moment he is about to touch the softness with softness, he hears the boy's lighter voice whisper.

"...like, the smell of you, the smell of smoke, and the smell of tea."

Only half an inch away, you can relieve the pain of missing.

"Ding, [Healing Yin Send] progress value +10%, current progress is 30%"

This posture was maintained for less than 30 seconds, and the man let out a low laugh with unknown meaning, released this ambiguous kiss to the corner of the boy's eyes, let go of the other side, and messed up the bad guy's hair.

"Don't just say half a sentence, it's easy to make people think wildly." Sighing, he put his hands on his knees, planning to stand up, "I'm going to cook, what do you want to eat?"

The corner of the clothes was caught by Yin Song again, this man with red cheeks and wet eyes said to him in an innocent tone:

"Teacher, do you want to smoke?"

"..."

Knowing that if he didn't fulfill his wish today, he might not be able to leave, Wu Xie took out the crumpled cigarette case from his trousers pocket, popped out one deftly, and bit it in his mouth. He knelt down helplessly, and replied:

"Come."

The lighter clicked and ignited a cluster of flames, and the young man gathered his palms to shake the orange red, his eyes were soaked in the slightly fiery warmth, and he quietly lit the cigarette that was bitten by the man with a pious attitude, and then he closed the cigarette. Lighting the lid of the lighter, watching the man take a deep breath and then exhale the white mist that should have been choking, he couldn't help but licked his dry lips.

I really want to... become the smoke in the teacher's mouth.

"Satisfied, huh?"

After making sure he spit out the smell that might be unpleasant to most people, the man leaned over and raked the boy's messy hair with his fingers, flicked the ash into the crystal jar, and got up again this time, the boy didn't stop him again, just Looking up at him with hazy eyes, with a bit of envy that people can't understand.

Wu Xie couldn't determine where Yin Song's envy came from. The other party seemed to be in a good state, so he didn't intend to interfere too much, but slipped into the kitchen to cook first.

Looking at the refrigerator full of ingredients, he picked a small pumpkin and a handful of sweet potato leaves, poked his head out and asked:

"Ah Song, fried sweet potato leaves with pumpkin, do you want to eat?"

There was silence in the living room, and the shadow sitting on the sofa disappeared.

"A send?"

My heart was empty, and as the sun set, the living room had become dark and gloomy. The man was about to turn on the light, but he heard the muffled sound of something falling on the ground.

He walked over to the sofa holding his breath.

The boy was sleeping soundly nestled in the soft fabric, his shadow merged with the sofa, his right hand was still in a grip, and the things that should have been held there were empty.

Picking up the lighter that had fallen on the carpet, the incandescent light leaking from the kitchen door brightened the light.

Sighing lightly, he remembered the glass of white wine that the boy walked around him to drink at noon.

It is almost unheard of for such a long delay in the onset of alcoholic strength.

"0001."

Leaning over and hugging Yin Song, the man called the system in his mind:

"The next time the hero has any discomfort, remember to remind me as soon as possible."

"Okay, host."

0001, who watched the whole process silently, agreed inexplicably.

... The hero, he obviously feels very comfortable.

……

When he raised his body sleepily, Yin Song found himself sitting on the toilet seat.

The man buried his head in the sink to wash his face, and when he occasionally looked up, he was finally awake, tapping the glass with his index finger, and the voice muffled in the towel was hoarse:

"Get up, didn't you say you want to go fishing with Weiwei?"

They lived in the country for quite some time, and almost every morning, Yin Song woke up either on the toilet seat or on the towel stand next to the bathtub. In order to match his regular schedule, Wu Xie got up quite early now... but I don't know Why, after sleeping with the teacher, he always wants to stay in bed for a while.

At first the teacher allowed him to sleep until 10:30 in the morning, but he couldn’t fall asleep anyway that night, so he could only get up and go out for a night run with the teacher. After finally adjusting his schedule back, the other party didn’t give him another chance to stay in bed. Call him at [-]:[-], if you can't wake him up, just carry him into the bathroom, wash his face and brush his teeth.

After that, Yin Song often felt that his teacher seemed to intend to make him a useless person, but after he decided to take care of these things by himself, Wu Xie never intervened. Will go out to buy breakfast.

But... It feels like no matter how you look at it, the state where he only needs to stuff the toothbrush into his mouth to wash his brushes is not like the "do it yourself" mode.

Obviously, he can do these things by himself.

I don't know when it started, the teacher has already taken care of him as a fragile toddler.

Although I am very happy to be taken care of by this person, there is still a kind of unwillingness to be "underestimated".

"Teacher, just use the alarm clock to wake me up tomorrow." The boy picked up the cup and sighed very shortly, "I can get up."

The man was wringing out the towel. Hearing this, he glanced at him and said "OK", and heard the boy say:

"Buying breakfast or something, I can also go with you."

"it is good."

"You can come by yourself even when you put on your clothes."

"……it is good."

"And brushing your teeth..."

The man threw the towel back to the sink, and suddenly looked sideways at him. Yin Song didn't dodge, but unexpectedly saw an indescribable grievance and a trace of injury in the other's eyes.

"Ah Song." The man asked, "Is it because the teacher didn't take good care of her?"

Most of his wet face was buried in the shadows, and the light entered from the door against the opposite direction, but it made the original heavy shadows transparent, and the water droplets gleamed and slipped from the outline and the tip of the hair, coupled with a rare expression, It's unnerving.

Fortunately, Yin Song knows how to resist this charm.

"The teacher is very good."

The boy quickly replied:

"But I'm not a three-year-old who can't do anything... Besides, in addition to finishing my own work, I also want... to be able to help the teacher."

"……I see."

Although the man bowed his head in response, the boy felt that the other party still failed to understand his true intentions. When he wanted to say something more, the other party had already wiped his cheeks, changed his clothes outside, and went out to buy breakfast.

He chased out of the bathroom in a few steps, and saw the lighter that Wu Xie never left his body during this time, placed upright on the bedside table, like a gadget that fell out of favor.

Yin Song stared at the thing silently for a while, then carefully held it in his palm, and sighed very low and lightly.

His teacher is really like a child.

……

Wu Xie promised to open the door earlier, and saw the young man in full outfit sitting in the living room building a castle with cards. 0001 was chatting with him in his mind about Yin Zao and Chailin's recent situation, as well as the trivial matters of virus detection and killing. There were a few moments , he unconsciously blocked the information poured in from the outside world, and the ice-blue threads flowed in the down-to-earth space. He saw a fully grown man leaning on a seat made of data and spinning a six-sided Rubik's cube.

But soon, those hallucinations disappeared, and the boy holding the card between his thumb and forefinger looked at him with amber eyes, which were very similar to that man's but completely different eyes.

The young man's clear and public laughter echoed in his ears. Browning aimed his gun at him, and then turned around to point at its owner. He heard the young man's gentle voice, and the air was filled with the fragrance of pear blossom wood.

"teacher."

"Please forgive the student's waywardness."

Time and space seemed to be retracted and elongated by some kind of force. He felt an irresistible coldness penetrated into the depths of his brain and pulled away, as if some substance was cut and extracted, and finally disappeared.

The muzzle ignited sparks.

--boom.

The man took a sharp step back.

"Teacher, what's the matter?!"

The teenager who stood up from the sofa in a panic accidentally pushed down the card tower, and while the snow-white cards were flying, Wu Xie heard the scream of 0001 sounding the alarm in his mind.

The man who pressed his forehead with his wrists squatted down slowly, gently pushed away the boy's helping hand, and tried his best to calm their emotions with a calm tone.

"It's okay, I suddenly feel a little dizzy... Maybe it's hypoglycemia, just eat something."

Yin Song touched his forehead with his hand, and after confirming that it was not other illnesses, he took out the breakfast and put it in order, staring at the man eating all the soy milk buns, before he finally picked up his chopsticks.

Therefore, when You Wei came in to urge people, she saw "Uncle Wu" resting on the sofa covering his forehead, and Yin Song, who was never late, was still eating. He couldn't help but feel that he came at the wrong time. He was stopped by "Uncle Wu".

"You guys go first, I ordered something very important and it will be delivered around noon, I'm afraid they will come early, so I'll rest at home for a while." The man sat up and smiled, "Go, I'll come over after I sign the order .”

You Wei showed obvious excitement, but Yin Song was not very happy.

"Why don't you play at home today." The young man said with a serious face, "You can fish anytime."

You Wei's expression gradually lost.

"How can you go back on promises to others." Wu Xie took a sip of soy milk, and looked at the other party meaningfully, "I will come soon, the place is not far away, please be careful on the road, and don't take unfamiliar paths."

Speaking of this, there is no chance to refuse. Although Yin Song is reluctant, he also read the meaning of the teacher's words. It is probably that the signing of the bill is not easy for You Wei to know, so he should take the person first Walk.

You Wei was very excited about "Uncle Wu" coming back later, bouncing and walking behind the boy, her face flushed like a flower, and her whole body was full of youthful atmosphere belonging to a girl.

Wu Xie watched them leave.

He leaned against the door frame, looking at the silver necklace that bumped up and down. The mountain wind blew and brushed back the hair on his forehead, clearly illuminating the flashing data module in his eyes.