Pillow people and dignitaries

"Brother Fu, how long until we reach the top of the mountain?"

The 14-year-old Mu Zeqiao stopped and stood on the steps of the climbing path. He was wearing sportswear and a pair of white sneakers. He turned around and asked Fu Junchi.

Fu Junchi walked behind the young man all the way. He was worried that the young man's physical strength would be exhausted, or that the soles of his feet would slip accidentally, so it would be more convenient to protect the young man from behind.

This mountain climbing was proposed by Fu Junchi.

Recently, Mu Zeqiao was always anxious and nervous because of the upcoming senior high school entrance examination, and he performed abnormally in several monthly exams. Fu Junchi was worried that Mu Zeqiao was under too much pressure, so he specially set aside a day to take him out for a stroll and relax.

Mu Zeqiao had mentioned to Fu Junchi before that he wanted to climb to the top of Qibai Mountain, because Qibai Mountain is the highest mountain in Yuncheng, and it takes about three to four hours for ordinary people to climb up.Mu Zeqiao is usually not interested in amusement parks, but rather has ideas about mountain climbing and tourism. However, Mu’s family is strict and Mu Zeqiao’s age is such that he can’t go anywhere, only occasionally He sneaked out to find Fu Junchi, and asked Fu Junchi to take him around to play.

"It will take about two hours, do you need to take a break?" The 21-year-old Fu Junchi already has the maturity and stability of a man in the workplace, coupled with his young and outstanding face, standing in the crowd can always attract people immediately. The eyes of the people around him, even though he was wearing loose sportswear, couldn't hide his straight and slender legs and his vigorous figure.

Mu Zeqiao shook his head, with bits and pieces of stubbornness in his brown eyes.

"I can still go."

The boy's back was already wet with sweat, and the sportswear stuck to his skin, outlining the slightly protruding shoulder blades because of his thinness.They have climbed for so long, the altitude has risen, and the surrounding temperature is lower than that at the foot of the mountain. Occasionally, there will be gusts of cool breeze blowing through the mountain, which will take away the sweat from the hair tips of the mountaineering tourists.

They walked for about ten minutes, and the pace gradually slowed down. The boy's physical strength was exhausted. Fu Junchi suggested to rest on the side, and the boy wiped the sweat from his forehead and nodded.

After resting for about ten minutes, the boy looked down at the empty bottle he was holding in his hand. Suddenly, a pair of bony hands broke into the boy's line of sight, holding more than half of the bottle of water in that hand.

Fu Junchi rubbed the boy's head, took the empty water bottle in the boy's hand, and stuffed his own water bottle into the boy's hand, "Drink a little."

Mu Zeqiao took the water bottle that Fu Junchi drank, unscrewed the cap, and grunted a few times. They sat in the shade of the trees in the mountains and forests, and the sunlight formed circles of light through the gaps in the leaves and fell on the mountain trail , falling on Muzecho's white coat fabric.He drank in a hurry, the water in the water bottle overflowed a little, and slid down the corner of his mouth to his rolling Adam's apple, and then slid all the way, leaving a transparent water mark.He tightened the bottle cap, wiped the corners of his mouth casually, and returned the remaining half of the water bottle to Fu Junchi.

It may be because of the physical exhaustion once, Mu Zeqiao felt tired more easily, and after walking for a while, he bent down to support his legs, panting for breath.Fu Junchi, who had been at the back all the time, suddenly came to the front, he stopped two steps above Mu Zeqiao's step, turned around and stretched out his hand to Mu Zeqiao.

Mu Zeqiao hesitated for a while, and put his hand on Fu Junchi's.

Fu Junchi took Mu Zeqiao's hand and walked up together.

"Brother Fu, aren't you busy lately?" Mu Zeqiao turned to look at Fu Junchi at the age of 14, "I heard from Brother Kan Teng that you received an order from a big client a few days ago."

"not busy."

"Do not believe."

Mu Zeqiao raised his jaw slightly, and the brilliance of the sun in the sky fell into his eyes, "Brother Fu must be very busy, and Brother Fu is always pushing himself, this is not acceptable."

Mu Zeqiao didn't want to come to climb the mountain today, because he was worried that Fu Junchi would be too busy, and then he hesitated. If a person like Fu Junchi is dedicated to work, if he doesn't come out to climb the mountain today, he will definitely not give him a day off. Let yourself go, it's better to come out for a trip, just take a vacation for yourself, and have a good day.

The words of the 14-year-old boy made Fu Junchi couldn't help but raise the corners of his lips. He pretended to turn his head to look away, lest the tenderness in his eyes be discovered by the boy.

"Ah."

The breeze in the forest carried Fu Junchi's low and magnetic voice into Mu Zeqiao's ears.

Three hours later, Mu Zeqiao walked down the handrail next to the climbing path. This place is relatively steep and it is easy to go up, but when walking down, because the center of gravity is in front, he may fall if he is not careful.This place is not far from the top of the mountain, so it is higher than other climbing trails, and when I look down, I am frightened.

Fu Junchi walked ahead, slowing down his pace a lot.

When Mu Zeqiao walked down step by step, his ankle twisted slightly. He glanced at Fu Junchi in front of him, and saw that he was unaware, so he didn't say anything about it.This is not considered a sprain, and the pain is not great. As long as he can continue to walk down, he will be fine.

Mu Zeqiao did not feel any pain at first, but when the ankle was stressed, the severe tearing feeling gradually appeared, and the pain aggravated every step he took.

Fu Junchi looked back at the frowning young man behind him, and the forbearance of the young man looking down at his ankle.

"what happened?"

"fine."

The boy showed a very normal appearance, and walked down with very easy steps on purpose. After walking less than two steps, a strong needling sensation came from his ankle. The next second, the boy didn't stop and fell down.Fu Junchi quickly stretched out his hand to grab the young man. Normally, he could easily hold the young man under his weight, but now that his center of gravity was down, he could only bring the young man into his arms.

Fu Junchi grabbed the handrail next to him and pulled Mu Zeqiao into his arms. His feet became unsteady for a moment, and he fell down on the steps.Mu Zeqiao's fall didn't hurt because Fu Junchi was behind him, and Fu Junchi was protecting him in his arms.

"Brother Fu, did you knock down?" Sitting in Fu Junchi's arms, Mu Zeqiao anxiously turned around to ask Fu Junchi.

Fu Junchi shrank his shoulders back calmly, "No, just sit here for a while, and I will support you to walk down this road later."

They had almost finished this relatively steep climbing path, but if they just fell down, they could still lie on the hospital bed for about [-] days.When Mu Zeqiao fell down, Fu Junchi seemed to have only the back of this boy in his mind.If he hadn't caught him just now, then Fu Junchi would have fallen down and tried his best to protect Mu Zeqiao.

Fu Junchi helped Mu Zeqiao go down the steep steps. They sat on a stone bench next to them for a while. Fu Junchi rubbed Mu Zeqiao's ankle for a while. After that, Fu Junchi carried Mu Zeqiao on his back. go on.

Stopping and stopping along the way, the three-hour downhill journey was dragged into five hours by them.

After returning home, 14-year-old Mu Zeqiao realized that Fu Junchi's shoulders and back were scratched a lot due to the fall.Until now, Mu Zeqiao still remembers the sour feeling in his heart at that time, which was similar to distressed, but it didn't seem to be.

In the storage room, the feeling of deja vu gushed out of Mu Zeqiao's heart again. They were like cold tides, tightly wrapping the beating heart in his chest, making people uncomfortable and sad.

Mu Zeqiao suddenly reached out and hugged Fu Junchi, and buried his head in the hollow of his shoulder. He didn't know what to say, but he wanted to say something.

Finally, two words jumped out of his throat uncontrollably.

"Brother Fu..."

"Qiao Qiao." Fu Junchi embraced Mu Zeqiao's shoulders, and pierced his five fingers into the soft hair of the person in his arms. He closed those deep eyes, and finally said what he had hesitated to say countless times: "Don't be afraid."

But he still kept half of it in his heart.

Don't be afraid.

You still have me.