After wearing a book and becoming a stand-in, she became a fan

"Wang Xingquan, why did you reject the two brothers of the Xiao family?"

It was still early before the class in Wang Yizhuo's studio ended, and the two of them were walking slowly on the way to pick him up. Yu Jiu was tense for a while but couldn't hold back and asked, "They came to pick you up for dinner."

Well, there was a hint of jealousy in his tone, Wang Xingquan smiled with satisfaction after hearing that.

"You know they all like me, I'm afraid I'll go..." Wang Xingquan paused, and said slowly, "I'm afraid some people will be jealous."

......

For a moment, time seemed to stand still.

Yu Jiu could only hear the pounding sound of his own heart, his hands and feet were almost numb with blood flowing backwards, and he stared blankly at Wang Xingquan who just said 'tick him'.

He, what is he talking about?

No, could it be that Wang Xingquan knew about it?My own little secret thoughts?When did he know! ?

After recovering from the short-term stunned, Yu Jiudong's pale face suddenly flushed with blood and turned crimson.

"What are you talking about?" He pretended not to know, and looked back into Wang Xingquan's smiling eyes, pretending to be stupid: "Who is jealous?"

Wang Xingquan glanced at his slender fingers twisted together, and asked with a smile, "You don't know?"

Yu Jiu said without hesitation: "Of course I don't know!"

Wang Xingquan couldn't help but burst out laughing with a 'puchi'. He was always cool and gentle but seemed to be a young man wrapped in a vacuum, and he rarely showed a real and comfortable sense of happiness.

Yu Jiu couldn't help but stare dumbfounded.

His serious eyes made Wang Xingquan's smile gradually shrink, and his pupils became serious.

"Xiaojiu, that afternoon...I knew it, but I didn't pretend to be asleep on purpose." Wang Xingquan stared at Yujiu's expression without blinking. Seeing his pupils shrank, he hurriedly explained: "I just didn't know what to do at the time." Open your eyes, I don't know if you will be cramped because I woke up, so I just pretended."

The empty surroundings were silent, and no one spoke for a long time.

After a long while, Yu Jiu asked him slowly and awkwardly: "So, you know, do you know that I like you?"

Although it was expected and prepared for a long time, when the three words "I like you" were truly spoken, with the tone and body temperature, the two of them still jumped in their hearts at the same time.

The youth in front of him had clear and warm eyes, allowing Wang Xingquan to clearly see his own reflection in those dark pupils.

"I knew a little bit before." Looking at him, Wang Xingquan sighed, "But I'm not sure, until you secretly kissed me that afternoon... I still thought about it."

Yu Jiu couldn't help but blushed even his fair ears: "Wang Xingquan!"

It was the first time he called his full name angrily, and it sounded lively.

Wang Xingquan couldn't help laughing, and said his 'confession' easily: "Don't be angry, I like you too, are you unhappy?"

The word 'like' that came out of his mouth seemed so easy, as if he didn't need to prepare at all—compared to his own hesitation for more than half a year, Yu Jiu was completely dumbfounded.

I don't know if it's because of Wang Xingquan's confession, or because he confessed so easily.

It's just that most of them are happy.

Yu Jiu hesitated and asked: "You said..."

Before he could finish his question, Wang Xingquan's cell phone rang in his coat pocket. It was especially quiet in the slightly drunk night, like a scythe cutting through the ambiguous atmosphere.

Yu Jiu quickly shut up, and looked down at his sneakers.

Wang Xingquan frowned in annoyance, and didn't want to bother with the call at first—but picked up the phone and saw that it was the teacher from Wang Yizhuo's studio.

I don't know why, when he saw this string of numbers, his heart skipped a beat without any warning, and he had an inexplicable feeling that something bad would happen.

He rubbed the center of his brows and picked it up. As soon as he said the word 'Hello', Wang Xingquan's expression froze due to the busy voice on the other side of the phone, and the blood on his face faded at the speed of light visible to the naked eye——

"Mr. Wang, hurry up and come here! There is a fire in the studio, and your brother and the other four children are in the studio!"

Before the studio staff finished speaking, Wang Xingquan put away his mobile phone and hurried to the side of the road to take a taxi. The usually calm man stumbled from his back.

"Don't worry!" The staff member's voice was very loud, just now Yu Jiu heard it through the lingering sound on the phone, he quickly followed up and held Wang Xingquan's hand, pressing his fingers one by one to comfort him: "Take a taxi first, There is still time for the staff to notify you rather than the ambulance or the police that the situation is under control...”

In fact, Wang Xingquan understood what Yu Jiu said, but his mind was buzzing, and he couldn't understand anything.

Thanks to him.

Wang Xingquan was silent for a moment, then took Yu Jiu's hand with his backhand, pulled him over and hugged him - just a short touch, less than three seconds of contact, Wang Xingquan seemed to have found something missing in this hug The backbone of the mind.

"Let's go." Then he let go of Yu Jiu who was stunned, picked up the bicycle next to him and stepped on it, and nodded sharply at Yu Jiu: "Get in the car."

It was the peak time for Wu Lan to go to work and school, so taking a taxi on the road was basically tantamount to suicidal, and he was also in a daze just now.

Riding a bicycle is much faster.

Wang Xingquan pedaled fast all the way, and when he arrived at the studio, he could see a group of people surrounding the building of the painting club from a distance, including the sound of ambulances and police cars honking.

The sharp sound made his calf go limp unconsciously, and the two almost staggered to the ground. Yu Jiu hurriedly supported Wang Xingquan's thin waist to support his body, and stepped on the ground with his long legs.

"Don't worry, I'll go over and have a look." Relying on his own strength, Yu Jiu quickly crossed the crowd and the road, and ran downstairs to the painting club.

——Among the children in the stretchers transported by the ambulance, there was Wang Yizhuo's little face that had been smoked and stained like soot!

Yu Jiu's pupils contracted rapidly, and he squeezed over immediately, lying next to the ambulance and asking in a hurry: "Wait! What's wrong with our child?"

"Are you the child's family?" The doctor wearing a mask glanced at Yu Jiu.

Yu Jiu nodded in a panic: "Yes, yes."

"The studio was on fire just now, and the children were running and jumping around. The burns on their bodies were not serious, but they were all fainted from the smoke. The specific situation has to be checked by the hospital."

The last sentence, what the doctor said was ambiguous, and he couldn't give any guarantee.

And Yu Jiu came back rationally and thought about it, and he understood that in most fire incidents, many victims were not burned, but smoked.

"Thank you, doctor." Wang Xingquan walked over at some point, and said in a hoarse and low voice, "Let's go together."

He pressed his big hand on Yu Jiu's shoulder, causing the latter to tremble unconsciously.

On the way to the hospital's family car, the two had a general understanding of what happened to today's accident.

Places with many children are still semi-public places, and open flames have always been forbidden.

But the cleaning aunt employed by Cun Jiu Cun in today's studio is new, and the studio staff was busy before she had time to explain some precautions to her. The aunt accidentally used an open flame while cleaning.

There are a lot of papers and paints in the studio, and sometimes there are even chemical gases floating in the air—by such a coincidence, a corner of the tablecloth was ignited, but no one noticed, and it gradually spread to the curtains, other places...

After such an encounter, the studio room has been burnt in sevens and eights, and the loss has been heavy.

But fortunately, several children stayed in the room at that time, and the fire was brought under control before it spread to a large extent. However, if the space is still confined, the scorching air is enough for children to suffer.

"I'm really sorry, this is the negligence of our staff." The people from the studio also came and apologized all the way: "Parents, don't worry, we will definitely bear all the losses..."

Flying years are unfavorable, and it is a hurdle for everyone.

Yu Jiu lowered his head silently, took an alcohol wet tissue to wipe Wang Yizhuozai's face carefully, and listened to the choked up apology from the staff.

"Okay." Wang Xingquan responded half a beat later, his tone was flat, as if nothing was wrong.

But Yu Jiu, who already knew him to a certain extent, knew that Wang Xingquan, who had always been polite and gentle to others, held back for a long time and only replied one word, which was probably the result of extreme depression.

How uncomfortable he feels now.

When the ambulance arrived at the hospital and several children were pushed into the ward for examination, Yu Jiu held Wang Xingquan's hand hanging by his side - his big hand was icy cold.

It should be said that it is not much different from ice.

"When I just got the call, I was really scared." The warmth brought by Yu Jiu's hold on his hand may have given Wang Xingquan some courage to finish his sentence. He wiped his face in a dejected manner, his voice trembling: "I'm afraid that something happened to Wang Yizhuo. What should I do? After so many years..."

Wang Yizhuo is a child with autism, and in the eyes of outsiders, he is a child who brings endless "trouble" to his family.

But for so many years, he only has Wang Yizhuo, and Wang Yizhuo only has him. They depend on each other for life. If something happens to Wang Yizhuo...Wang Xingquan really doesn't know what to do, as if all his hard work is useless .

"No." Yu Jiu has seen many pictures of such patients' family members waiting outside the ward, anxious, even sad and desperate.He understands that it is futile to say anything at this moment, but he still can't help but comfort him all the time: "Zhuo Zhuo will be fine, he is a blessed child."

"Are you lucky?" Wang Xingquan gave a wry smile, and muttered to himself, "I've always felt that God was a little unfair to him."

There are so many children in the world, and the annual birth rate in China alone reaches 2000 million.But among so many children, only his younger brother is 'congenitally disabled'.

"Zuo Zhuo is great. There are so many children with autism. He is the smartest I have ever seen." Yu Jiu paused, and then added: "And his blessing is to have you as an older brother."

When parents do not need to take exams, there are too many irresponsible parents in the world, especially for parents whose children are born with disabilities.

Even the parents of Wang Xingquan and Wang Yizhuo are actually irresponsible when they think about it.

Wang Yizhuo was able to grow up healthily and happily among children with autism, in fact, it was thanks to Wang Xingquan.The word "brother" is as light as a feather, but the responsibility that needs to be shouldered weighs a thousand catties.