Grass and Bamboo Horse

When Wu Yong found Han Xuan, Han Xuan was sitting alone on the curb by the side of the road. He looked at Wu Yong who appeared in front of him with a blank expression. At this time, Han Xuan was no longer crying.

"Brother Wu Yong, why are you here?" Han Xuan's voice was hoarse.

"My grandma's house is here. I'll come and have a look on October [-]st." Under the dim street lights, Wu Yong stood in front of Han Xuan and said. After speaking, Wu Yong squatted down and faced Han Xuan. Is it cold?" Wu Yong took Han Xuan's hand, "It's so cold, I'll take it to your car." After speaking, Wu Yong picked up Han Xuan and put him into the co-pilot.

"Brother Wu Yong, thank you for coming," Han Xuan seemed to have calmed down a lot at this moment.

Wu Yong didn't speak, he turned on the heater in the car silently, at this time Wu Yong really wanted to tell Han Xuan, "No matter what happens, I'm here, don't be afraid." Although he didn't know why Han Xuan did this of.

Wu Yong smoked a cigarette from the cigarette case, opened the car door and walked down. Under the dim street light, Wu Yong's handsome face was flickering. He leaned against the car door and lit the cigarette. Li didn't know what he was thinking, his eyes were cold, and he frowned. After taking a few puffs of cigarettes, he threw away the cigarette butt in his hand, opened the door and sat in the cab.

"Xiaoxuan," Wu Yong called out.

Han Xuan, who was leaning against the co-pilot, gave an "um" and turned to look at Wu Yong.

Wu Yong didn't meet Han Xuan's eyes, "Fasten your seat belt," he added the accelerator and drove away.

It was past 7 o'clock when Han Xuan woke up in the morning. Wu Yong, who was sleeping next to him, had not yet woken up. Looking at Wu Yong carefully and closely, this is the first time in history that Han Xuan looked at Wu Yong so closely and unscrupulously.

Wu Yong has short hair, fair skin, and a pair of big eyes under thick eyebrows are closed together. It can be seen that he should be sleeping soundly. Han Xuan looked at Wu Yong's face like this, and became more and more fascinated. He felt that Wu Yong's face was the most beautiful in the world. The most attractive face, never tired of seeing it.

Han Xuan unconsciously raised his hand to touch Wu Yong's face, before his hand touched Wu Yong's cheek, the phone rang suddenly, who called him at this time, Han Xuan picked up the phone, it was his brother Han Yu called, and Han Xuan answered the phone.

"Hey, Xiaoxuan, when did you get up? Where did you go early in the morning? Parents are looking for you everywhere."

"I'm at a friend's house. If you tell your parents, don't wait for me to have breakfast."

"Which friend?" Han Yu asked curiously.

"You don't know," Han Xuan stopped talking before he finished speaking. He saw Wu Yong woke up at some point, and looked straight at him. Han Xuan and Wu Yong looked at each other and forgot to speak. When he got up in the morning, he found that there was a strange brilliance in the depths of Wu Yong's eyes, and Han Xuan couldn't help but stare at him.

"Hey, Xiaoxuan, where are you?" Han Yu's voice came from the phone, Han Xuan came back to his senses, he covered the phone with one hand, looked at Wu Yong and asked in a low voice, "Brother Wu Yong, where is this?" ?”

"The old town of the county" Wu Yong just woke up, his voice was hoarse from the morning.

"Brother, I'm in the old town of the county, that?" Han Xuan paused for a moment, then glanced at Wu Yong and said courageously, "Can you secretly take out my bag today?"

"Where are you? What are you going to do? Xiaoxuan, you want to run away secretly, don't you just have a blind date? Are you serious?"

"Brother, just help me." Han Xuan said in a low voice.

"It's not very good. If you let go and let Dad know that I am an accomplice, I will die in an ugly way."

"Oh, forget it," Han Xuan was a little disappointed.

"Well, look at your disappointed tone, forget it, brother will help you once."

"Really," Han Xuan immediately regained his spirits,

After hanging up the phone, Han Xuan looked at Wu Yong, and lowered his head with an embarrassed smile.

The author has something to say:

I will write more next week