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After Kang Chul caught up, he was about to speak when his cell phone rang.

The two were taken aback, and Geng Shaoran quickly turned on the phone, and the screen displayed "Ning Yong".

The corners of his lips curved, he couldn't help laughing, turned his back to Kang Chu and picked up the phone with a soft voice: "Hello, Yong..."

"Xiao Ran, I miss you very much." A man's low voice came from the phone, with a gentle smile, speaking sweetly.

"Hmm..." His face became hot, and he wanted to say that I miss you too, but he couldn't say it because there was someone beside him.

The man heard the noise around him: "Are you outside?"

"Yes... I'm free, I'm here for class..."

"Hehe, is class fun?" The man couldn't help laughing, his magnetic laughter was intoxicating.

Geng Shaoran pouted, and said dissatisfiedly: "It's not fun, I want to go home now."

"Then let me pick you up? Are you at XX school? I happened to be driving nearby. I'll be there in 5 minutes."

"Well, okay, I'll wait for you." Hanging up the phone with a smile on his face, Geng Shaoran was happy that Ning Yong came to pick him up.

"Who is it? It's so fun to talk on the phone?" Kang Chu asked wonderingly from the side.

Geng Shaoran was all focused on Ning Yong who was coming to pick him up, he didn't want to deal with this bad friend at all, so he dealt with it casually: "A friend."

"A friend? How come I don't know when you have a friend other than me?" Kang Chu was very upset, it had been a long time since we saw him, and Shao Ran was even more indifferent to him than before.

When Geng Shaoran heard this, he laughed angrily: "Could it be that I can't have friends other than you?"

"That's not what I meant...you know, this, this...the world is dangerous, I'm afraid you will be deceived."

cheated?Hearing this, Geng Shaoran was stunned, he also thought that Ning Yong was lying to him, but now...shaking his head slightly, what is there to lie to him?Nothing... just an empty, lonely, empty shell without any content, he was actually more like a walking dead.

I don't know why I was born in this world, I don't know how to live, I don't know how to cherish the people around me, and I don't know how to cherish myself.

He has too much ignorance, too much loss, so that the young soul that should be full of vitality is empty, and there is nothing left.

When Ning Yong came to the gate of Geng Shaoran's school, he saw the boy standing by the gate at first sight.

This boy has such an eye-catching temperament. In fact, his appearance is not very outstanding. Among the beauties Ning Yong has seen, he can be regarded as an average level at most, but he exudes melancholy and decadence all the time. Zhenbao's eyes gave him a strange charm.

The boy's eyes were a little gloomy, and the corners of his lips were slightly bent downwards, showing some displeasure. He always looked down at his feet, not daring to look up at the crowd around him.

A handsome young man of the same age was beside him, holding the boy's wrist firmly, as if he was talking eagerly.

Seeing this, Ning Yong felt an extremely rare feeling of boredom.

He clearly knew that he didn't like anyone approaching the boy in any intimate form, which would make the beast buried in his body for a long time ready to move.

Pulling the car over, he opened the door and got out of the car. After a few steps, he stood in front of the boy and called softly, "Xiao Ran."

The boy suddenly raised his head, seeing that he immediately showed a happy smile: "You are here."

Ning Yong's mood suddenly improved, his steps were light, as if he could float up, the boy's melancholy, the boy's loneliness, only he could erase, this fact made him both satisfied and proud.

He raised his arms and gently encircled the boy's thin shoulders. His movements were natural and smooth, and he lowered his head and smiled: "It's getting dark, let's go home."

Geng Shaoran's snow-white cheeks were flushed at this time, half leaning against Ning Yong's arms, his face showed the satisfaction and laziness of a kitten after eating fish.

"Who are you?!" Kang Chu's voice suddenly sounded, and Ning Yong and Geng Shaoran looked back at him together.

Ning Yong looked at him with sharp eyes, but Kang Chu can be regarded as someone who has seen the world, and now he just frowned and watched their intimate movements, feeling a strange feeling in his heart.

He intuited that there was something wrong with these two people, and it was not just a relationship like friends.

"Xiao Ran, is this your friend?" Ning Yong's voice was gentle and steady, which gave people a sense of security and made people want to be close for no reason.

Geng Shaoran looked at Kang Chu, then nodded to Ning Yong: "It's a friend who grew up together, his name is Kang Chu."

To be honest, when Kang Chu heard this answer, he was so moved that he almost burst into tears. It turned out that his family Shao Ran had recognized him a long time ago, it was really great...

"Hello, Kang Chu, I'm Ning Yong." The man smiled at him, stretching out his slender hands.

Kang Chu held that hand involuntarily, na na: "Hello..." He felt in his heart, this man has such a strong aura, just by standing there, people know that he is a man who has withstood the baptism of society and time , all the glitz has been washed away, and only the gentle, calm, and deadly charm is left behind.

Facing such a man, he can no longer say the question of not giving face. How did they know each other?What is the relationship?I can only guess secretly in my heart.

When the man opened the car door for Geng Shaoran, Kang Chucai was finally liberated from his aura. He felt inexplicably embarrassed, being led by others involuntarily, which hurt his self-esteem.

With a helpless smile, he turned his head and went back to school.

Seeing Kang Chu go back and leave from the rearview mirror, the man turned his attention to Geng Shaoran beside him, and raised his hand to touch the boy's short hair: "What do you want to eat tonight?"

The boy was a little listless, lowered his eyes and said nothing, just shook his head.

When the red light came on, Ning Yong stopped the car, put his hands on the boy's cheeks, and asked him to turn his face to face him: "Xiao Ran, what happened?"

The corners of the boy's eyes were slightly red, as if he could cry at any time, and his tightly pursed lips were aggrieved and fragile.

"Yong... I don't want to go to school..." His beautiful eyebrows furrowed and his sobbing tone made Ning Yong's heart hurt like a knife.

"You little idiot, why don't you go if you don't want to go, why are you crying?" He leaned over and gently kissed the tear-wet corners of the boy's eyes, blocking all the tears that hadn't fallen yet.

"Am I so useless... I don't even dare to go to class..."

"Little idiot, you're not like this now, you've always been like this, haven't you?"

The boy listened and nodded.

"Since that's the case, let it be. Everyone has things that they are not good at, and there are things that are futile if they are reluctant to do it. So you little fool, don't feel sad for such insignificant things." Gently Comforting, the big hand gently stroked his trembling back, and slowly patted it twice, until the green light turned on, and then slowly started the car.

"Yong..." Seems to have finally recovered from his sadness, the boy looked up at the man, his red eyes made him look like an innocent little rabbit.

"Huh?" The man's eyes were deep, and his voice was hoarse as he responded to him, thinking helplessly—this little idiot, why is he always looking at him defenselessly...

"I want to eat hot pot..." His face was hot, and it was the first time he made such a request, which made him a little embarrassed.

The man smiled dotingly: "Okay, let's go eat hot pot, but it can't be too spicy, your fragile stomach can't bear it..."