I haven't been a big brother for many years

But that's not what he said.

So until they met again, Ryan didn't want to mention those past thoughts.

Those things left to him in the past are not only like a wire, connecting his heart.

It is also like a tiny thorn that cannot be ignored, lying between the two.

Ryan frowned, and he turned his head to look at the black shadow in doubt. He always felt as if he heard something just now, but he didn't speak.

He really wanted him and Bruce to be normal friends, not out of sympathy or anything.

But he also understands that he is a little too sensitive.

Alfred knocked on the door when the two were in a stalemate: "Dinner is ready, young masters."

His manners are very good, and he has a kind smile on his face.

For some unknown reason, neither of them stood up in a hurry.Then they looked at each other and spoke at the same time.

"Okay, let's go down now."

"Ah Fu, can we stay together for a while?"

The two looked at each other again, Ryan sighed, and walked out of the room first.

He felt that there was nothing to talk about.

Alfred shrugged, and said to his young master who was standing still: "The game time is over, Young Master Bu."

"Ah Fu." Bruce lowered his eyes: "Have you ever had the feeling that you just want to know someone and understand him?"

"I think that must be a good feeling." Ah Fu's smile was a little erratic, as if he remembered someone.

"If he...I don't know. He seems to be rejecting me." Bruce showed a look of aggrieved and annoyed: "You saw it too."

"Oh, maybe he's shy?" Ah Fu bent down slightly and stroked Bruce's hair: "You just met."

"But he doesn't want me to know him." Bruce looked up. "I can feel him rejecting me."

"Master." Ah Fu sighed.

"If he really rejects you, there's no need for you to please him."

"But he's not." Ah Fu squatted down, eyes level with Bruce: "You also have some little secrets that you don't want to tell me, don't you?"

Bruce nodded obediently: "I see."

"Good boy." Ah Fu stood up and patted Bruce on the shoulder: "I think you must be starving, go down quickly."

Bruce followed Afu out of the door, but before taking a few steps, he saw Ryan standing at the stairs.

He subconsciously looked back at the distance, and found that he probably couldn't hear the discussion with Ah Fu just now at such a distance, so he breathed a sigh of relief.

Ryan also noticed the footsteps, raised his head, his eyes flicked over Ah Fu, and stayed on Bruce.He bit his lower lip lightly: "I want to ask... do you want to come with me?"

Bruce noticed that his earlobe, which was exposed by the silver-white hair, was a little bit red.

He subconsciously glanced at Ah Fu, and found that he was also looking at himself, with a subtle smile in his eyes.

"Of course." His depressed mood suddenly improved again. Bruce took a few steps forward, passed Afu, and stood beside Ryan: "Which room do you want to stay in tonight?"

Ryan froze for a moment, followed his train of thought: "Guest room? I thought it was already booked."

"Not yet." Bruce: "There's a guest room across from my room, what do you think?"

Standing beside Ah Fu, Batman watched the two walk down the stairs side by side, and shook his head amusedly.

He glanced sideways at Ah Fu's expression, and his old housekeeper's face was actually relieved.

really...

It would be nice if time could stop at this moment.

He couldn't help but sigh with emotion as he watched the two figures, one black and one white, disappear from his sight.

……

Gotham Public School is more aggressive than the school Ryan attended in New York, because it receives annual sponsorship from Wayne Corporation.

But just the word public school shows the sharp difference between the two schools. This school is not a gathering place for the children of businessmen or politicians, but most of them are ordinary children.

When Ryan followed Bruce on campus, he clearly felt the difference in the atmosphere.

He was seven months older than Bruce, and certainly a year older than him.So he didn't expect that Bruce should be his "novice guide".

"This is your locker." Bruce checked the number of the locker with the slip of paper drawn from the step-by-step information given by the reception teacher.

"En." Ryan stepped forward and stood in front of the cabinet, trying to open the cabinet with the key in his hand.

"Wait." Bruce grabs his hand from behind him and puts the other arm over him against the cabinet door.

Almost encircling Ryan in his arms, of course, excluding height.

Ryan was too stiff to move, he could feel Bruce's breath on the small patch of exposed skin at the back of his neck.

"There is something wrong with this cabinet." He pushed against the cabinet door hard, held Ryan's hand holding the key with his right hand, let the key penetrate into the lock hole and flicked lightly: "The cabinet door can only be opened by pressing it. If you don't press it If you go directly to open it, you may have to call the teacher in the logistics department to help pull out the key."

Bruce took a step back and shrugged. "The new cabinets won't arrive until next week."

"...I happened to catch up with this replacement?" Ryan rubbed the itchy spot on the back of his neck, forcing his throbbing to be suppressed.

"That's right." Bruce nodded, not noticing his strangeness: "Put your skateboard in, we should go to the library."

Ryan nodded. He habitually brought a skateboard to school, but found that the size of the new school was too big. He stuffed the skateboard into the cabinet and asked casually, "Is there any difference in the library?"

"There are some..." Bruce stood aside, watching him organize his things: "Do you like skateboarding?"

"...Okay? What's the matter?" Ryan looked at him puzzled, not understanding how he brought the topic here all of a sudden.

He suddenly realized something and raised his eyebrows: "Do you want to learn?"

Bruce nodded.

Ryan also suddenly became interested, and took out the skateboard that had just been stuffed in: "I can teach you."

Bruce hesitated: "The library..."

"It won't matter if you wait a while." The corner of Ryan's lips curled into an arc that was so faint that it couldn't be regarded as a smile: "Come on, Brucey baby, you will learn it soon."

Bruce was stunned by the arc of his lips before realizing what Ryan said: "What did you call me just now?"

"...Baby?" Ryan pouted: "Don't you like it?"

He actually likes his mother to call him baby, but she spends too little time with him.For some time, her mind was completely glued to her father.

"No, it's not." Bruce struggled to ignore the discord between the word "baby" and Ryan.

His voice, which is already in the stage of voice change, is a little hoarse, which may be the reason why he deliberately lowered his voice, just like the bass in the orchestra who was named "the most charming voice" not long ago.

"I mean Bruce... only my parents call me that."

"Emm, but I think the name Bruce is a bit cute." Ryan tilted his head, looking at Bruce with crimson eyes, and his entire delicate face was full of innocence.

Batman coughed a few times, even though he knew no one could see him, he turned around hastily to hide his expression.

This look again...

He finally knew that once Ryan did something bad and was caught by him, he just looked at him silently and said nothing. Where did this bad habit come from.

It's just that this expression was more lethal when he was young.He thought about it carefully, and it seemed that he never compromised because of this look.

Bruce's face turns red, and he almost misses "the name", thinking he's saying... Bruce is kind of cute.

He turned his head slightly, and his eyes drifted to the ceiling: "Well, you can call me that."

Batman sighed, and that was the beginning of his incessant compromise.

"Brucie." Ryan evoked a smile: "Now, do you want to learn?"

Bruce struggled to turn his eyes back to Ryan, just glanced away, and then glanced away. He was really suitable for laughing, like the warm sun in winter.

He was afraid that if he continued to read, he would involuntarily agree to him: "The library..."

"You're so stubborn." Ryan put the skateboard back in the cabinet. He shook his head, but instead of being angry, he laughed: "Okay, but I will teach you after school."

"En." Bruce nodded, but his eyes never returned to Ryan's face.

"Hey!"

Ryan closed the cabinet door and looked at him with a frown: "Don't you know that it's impolite not to look at people when you're talking to them?"

He took two steps forward, moved closer to Bruce, and forcefully straightened his face.

"Huh?" Ryan's eyes widened in surprise, "Why is your face so red?"

He put the back of his hand against Bruce's forehead and tried the temperature: "It seems a little hot..."

He held Bruce anxiously: "Did you have a fever? Come on, let's go to the infirmary."

"Cough..." Bruce pulled him back awkwardly: "No, I don't have a fever, it's just that the room is a little hot."

Ryan turned his head and glanced at the curtains that were blown left and right by the open windows for ventilation in the corridor, and looked back at Bruce silently.

Batman: "..." I don't have the face to look.

"I'm wearing too thick." Bruce rubbed his nose.

"..." Ryan looked at the thin knitted sweater and autumn coat on his body, and tried to comfort the child in a coaxing tone: "Brucie."

His crimson eyes are full of sincerity: "I assure you, the injection doesn't hurt at all."

Batman: "Poof"

Bruce: "..."

Well, it's better to be regarded as afraid of pain than to blush because Ryan said he was cute... right?

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