Isn't it good to be friendly?

Not long after, Yang Ye came to find him.

Xia Zhao waved to him.

Yang Ye walked over: "Lunch is at the door, you can see it at a glance, I will help you occupy the seat."

"it is good."

When Xia Zhao went out, he saw the tightly wrapped lunch on the table.

There is a note next to the lunch, with only one word on it - Zhao.

But even if it's just one word, it's too ugly!

Xia Zhao was a little disgusted.

But he smiled involuntarily.

He walked over to pick up his lunch, went out of the library, and found a place with shade.

On the other side, Yang Ye was sitting in Xia Zhao's seat, a little bored.

The library was stuffy, and he didn't like the atmosphere very much.

He flipped through Xia Zhao's book casually, and began to study Xia Zhao's characters again.

He suspected that Xia Zhao had practiced copybooks for a long time. He wrote neatly and neatly in block letters, and wrote stroke by stroke very seriously.

Unlike his, it sounds like flying dragons and phoenix dances at a good level, and snakes and chickens jumping at an ugly point. I don’t know who said that seeing words is like seeing people. If you meet him, you will live another 500 years in anger!

There was nothing else to do, and it was boring to be idle. Yang Ye tore a piece of draft paper, picked up Xia Zhao's pen, and began to copy Xia Zhao's handwriting.

Yang Ye recalled that he hadn't held a pen for a long time. He usually used his mobile phone for chatting and communicating, and used his computer for homework. The pen he bought in his freshman year can still be used.

But Xia Zhao is different from him. In his Doraemon pencil case, there are red pens, black pens, ballpoint pens, pencils, marker pens, all kinds.

In such a comparison, Xia Zhao is really a top student!

Yang Ye wrote a paragraph casually, and the tip of the pen rubbed against the paper, making a slight "rustling" sound.

Yang Ye couldn't help but think that not long ago, Xia Zhao was sitting in this position, holding the long and straight pen with her slender, white fingers, and with a little force, played with it between her fingers, gently rubbing it, leaving black and white pens one by one. imprint.

This brush still seemed to carry the warmth of Xia Zhao's palm.

Yango: "..."

Yono put down his pen, leaned back on the chair, stared at the ceiling in a daze.

When Xia Zhao came back, he saw this scene.

—— Yang Ye was leaning on the chair, with his left ankle resting on his right knee, his hands on the table, his right hand unconsciously touching the pen, and the whole person appeared in a state of emptiness.

I don't know what to think.

Xia Zhao raised his hand in doubt and shook it in front of him.

Yang Ye was taken aback, and he stood up: "You're here, I'll go first."

Xia Zhao watched him walk away quickly, and became even more puzzled.

When he sat down, he realized that his pen was missing.

...It seems that Yang Yejun just walked away!

Xia Zhao: "???"

what's the situation?

When Xia Zhao returned to the dormitory at night, Yang Ye was playing games in the dormitory, and his pen was on his desk.

"Sorry, I accidentally took it back earlier." Yang Ye looked back at him.

"It's okay." Xia Zhao put away his schoolbag and said at the same time, "What's wrong with you at noon? Why are you absent-minded?"

Yang Ye didn't say a word. Seeing Xia Zhao looking for clothes and getting ready to go into the bathroom, he thought for a while and said, "You want to take a bath? Let's go together!"

"Together again?" Xia Zhao asked subconsciously, and said, as if he was used to it after asking, "Come on, come on!"

Yang Ye quickly took off his clothes and followed into the bathroom.

Xia Zhao helped Yang Ye wash the clothes by the way.

When both of them were lying on the bed, Xia Zhaocai suddenly felt that something was different about Yang Ye.

Especially when taking a shower, it seems to be proving something, a little happy, but also a little indescribably disappointed.

He couldn't figure it out, so he raised his head and looked at Yang Ye.

This bastard is visiting station p again!

"Is your desire so strong?" Xia Zhao was helpless.

Yang Ye: "Not only strong, but also long-lasting."

Xia Zhao: "..."

Who asked you if you can hold on for long!

"Zhao, how about this?" Yang Ye turned the phone towards him.

Xia Zhao didn't even look at it, he lay down on the pillow again, impatiently: "I don't know, I'm bent."

Yang Ye was stunned for a moment, feeling that something was wrong, he took back his phone, lay on the bed, and murmured: "I'm still straight."

Xia Zhao didn't hear clearly, and subconsciously said: "If you are not straight, whoever is straight!"

Yang Ye was silent for a while, and when Xia Zhao was about to fall asleep in a daze, he hummed.

Early the next morning, Xia Zhao got out of bed in a daze.

As soon as I opened the glass window, I was shivered by a gust of wind and woke up.

Only then did he realize that it was raining heavily outside, and the tall trees on both sides of the road were blown to the left and right, and the sky was overcast.

Do you still want to go to the library in this weather?

As if God was answering him, the rain became heavier, majestic and pouring down.

Xia Zhao: "..."

Come on, don't go!

It's impossible to act against the sky.

Xia Zhao ran back to the bed again.

Yang Ye also woke up, he looked up and asked, "What's wrong?"

"It's raining heavily outside, so I won't go to the library." Xia Zhao turned on the phone, "Want to watch a movie?"

Yang Ye sat up, took a rest, sighed, and woke up completely.

"bring it on."

He got up and got into Xia Zhao's bed.

The bed was too small, and Yang Ye was worried that Xia Zhao would fall, so he slept outside by himself.

He took out the mobile phone stand, and while stabilizing the mobile phone, he fixed it on the iron frame beside the bed.

The two of them lay on the same pillow, Yang Ye was lying on his back, Xia Zhao was lying on his side, so they fit into a bed, and everyone could see it.

The movie is a sci-fi movie with huge brain holes and superb special effects, and the two watched it with gusto.

Xia Zhao felt a little uncomfortable looking sideways, so he simply lay on Yang Ye's body, resting his hands and feet on Yang Ye's body, and resting his face on Yang Ye's shoulder, so that he felt a little more comfortable.

Yono turned his head and glanced at him, but didn't stop him.

By the time the movie ended, it was already past ten o'clock.

Xia Zhao hugged Yang Ye, neither of them moved.

It was very quiet in the bedroom.

It was so quiet that Xia Zhao could hear Yang Ye's heartbeat.

After a while, Yang Ye said, "What's for lunch?"

Xia Zhao said lazily, "I don't know."

"Order takeout?"

"Ah."

"You ordered me?"

"You order."

"You take me?"

"you take."

"Hey! I'm still spoiled by you!" Yang Ye laughed.

"Yeah." Xia Zhao was also happy.

"Yeah!"

Yang Ye turned sideways and began to grab Xia Zhao. Xia Zhao was ticklish, so he was caught against the wall and laughed non-stop.

The two were arguing on the bed, causing the small wooden bed to shake and creak.

The dormitory began to come alive, Xia Zhao's laughter echoed non-stop.

At this time, Xia Zhao couldn't stand the noise, so he pushed Yang Ye unintentionally.

Yoshino fell back sharply.

Xia Zhao was startled, and leaned over to hug Yang Ye.

Yang Ye fell, and Xia Zhao followed suit.

... fell on the bed.

Xia Zhao: "..."

"Fuck! You're almost squeezing me into a paper man!" Xia Zhao was still a little scared, "Dad was scared to death, I thought you were going to fall."

Holding Xia Zhao in his arms, Yang Ye said helplessly, "How could it be possible to fall? Did you forget? There are guardrails on this bed."

Xia Zhao: "..."

"Okay, Dad is worrying too much!"

Yang Ye smiled and said, "Don't, don't! It's my fault!"

"Where is the mistake?" Xia Zhaole asked.

"It's all wrong!"

"Then what? I don't accept your apology! Unless..."

"Unless what?"

Xia Zhao propped up his hands, looked down at Yang Ye from top to bottom, and said with a smile, "I'll forgive you if I call Dad."

Yang Ye was taken aback for a moment, then the corner of his mouth twitched: "What's your name?"

Xia Zhao suddenly felt something was wrong, and he was about to get up immediately, but he was a step slower.

Yang Ye grabbed his waist, pressed him into his arms, then raised his hand and lowered it.

Snapped!

Xia Zhao: "!!!"

"What's your name?" Yang Ye's devilish voice rang in Xia Zhao's ear.

Xia Zhao was furious: "See if Dad doesn't kill you!"

Snapped!

Another sound.

"what is it call?"

Xia Zhao: "..."

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In the small theater, I will only call you when "the author has something to say"——

Snapped!

A crisp sound.

Yang Ye whispered like a devil: "What's your name?"

Xia Zhao: "...Dad."

"The text is called."

Xia Zhao said angrily, "I don't want to lose face! If you want to scream, do it privately!"