heart to wild

The doorbell rang, and no one answered the door for a long time. Yu Zisheng stood outside the anti-theft door with a pocket, pressing his finger on the button expressionlessly, creating the noise of "jingling, dingling" tirelessly.

Five minutes later, Jiang Zhai, who was wearing an air-conditioning blanket, unscrewed the door lock and let the person in sideways.

"I'll give you a key, don't torture me next time, okay, cousin?"

He was the only one in the room, and after Yu Zisheng's leader inspected it to confirm that the previous sentence was true, the last bit of warmth in his eyes disappeared.

He slouched back into the living room and threw himself into a veritable beanbag.

The heater in Jiasnail Garden was also running well, so Jiang Zhai casually put on a pair of dark gray sports trousers, with only a permanent black vest under the blanket.

Although the whole person looks pale and weak, the outline of the abdominal muscles and the line of the arms exposed when bending down to pour water simultaneously refute this "look" status quo.

Yu Zisheng was in a rather normal mood at the moment, he threw the bag of medicine he bought on the way on the coffee table, and said calmly, "Where's my little sister."

Jiang Zhai put down the kettle, picked up the glass and moistened his mouth: "I'm going to play next door."

Yu Zisheng didn't answer any more, but Jiang Zhai thought it was funny, and he took the initiative to answer: "The rain came and then left. I heard that you were coming, so scared that I dropped my schoolbag."

He raised his eyes to look at his cousin's indifferent side face, and took another sip of water to moisten his throat: "What have you done to our child recently?"

Yu Zisheng's tone was weaker than the water he drank: "I confessed to him."

"puff--"

Jiang Di spat out a mouthful of water.

He choked for a long time before he managed to regain his breath, and immediately opened his eyes incredulously: "What did you say?"

Yu Zisheng raised his eyebrows slightly: "I sent you a small confession, saying that I like him, what's your opinion?"

Too righteous, Jiang Zhai opened his mouth and said nothing, put down his cup and walked over, grabbed the blanket on his shoulder with one hand, and pinched his cousin's neckline with the other: "You are so fucking awesome."

Yu Zisheng was pulled up a bit by him, looking boneless, Jiang Zhai clicked his tongue and let him go again.

It still doesn't feel real.Jiang Zhai stroked his sweat and covered his wet forehead hair, and murmured in disbelief, "Are we so talented that we can resist the threats and lures of you, an old dog."

Yu Zisheng leaned back on the sunken soft backrest, his expression slightly startled.

What's the matter, he has already seen that he fell in love with his cousin when he was young?

As if guessing what Yu Zisheng was thinking, Jiang Zhai immediately recovered his senses and pointed at him and said confidently: "You are so proud, I can accept you as his brother, but I can't accept you as his husband!"

People in society are very particular about their use of words.

The corners of Yu Zisheng's lips curled up slightly, he flicked his tongue lightly and made a crisp sound, and said with a smile, "Are you his father?"

Otherwise it's none of your business.

Only his mother Tong Qiyan can deal with this bastard's strength.

Jiang Zhai is a good student with a flexible mind, so he immediately sat next to him and changed his mind: "Brother."

Yu Zisheng let out a lazy "hmm".

Jiang Zhai smiled viciously: "Is Diandian hiding from you recently?"

Declarative tone.

Without even thinking about it, Yu Zisheng threw the cushion beside him on his cousin's head.

Jiang Di steadily caught the vigorous pillow with one hand, and leaned lazily on the sofa with his arms in his arms.

"Don't fucking call him that." Yu Zisheng didn't know how many people he threatened with this sentence.

Unexpectedly, he got hold of his cousin, Jiang Zhai rebelled against his superiors, and sang a different tune: "Let me tell you this, I knew him ten years earlier than you, and the combination of 'Dian Dian' in the first half of my life may be worse than yours." There are many in this life."

Yu Zisheng closed his eyes, and said lightly: "Let me hear it again, and I will make your first half of your life a complete life."

Jiang Di: "..."

The sick young man glanced down at his frail appearance, and immediately switched sides in a double-faced manner.

"It's raining in the small garden downstairs," he said.

Yu Zisheng opened his eyes, but couldn't see his expression.

The old god Jiang Zhai is here: "I have a schoolbag with homework in my room. Where can I go? Go downstairs and look for it. At most, you can go to the downstairs in front of you."

The lazy bone nestled on the sofa stood up on the ground, his bowed spine stretched out section by section, Yu Zisheng nodded slightly and lowered his eyes, and said with a sneer, "Your mouth is really strict."

It's wrong to say it, and it's wrong not to say it, I really can't stand this group of love brains.

Jiang Zhai smiled amiably.

"Yu Zisheng, I just want to say this next thing. Yu Dian looks silly, but he is actually very smart, especially knowing how to protect himself by seeking advantages and avoiding disadvantages. You only have one chance, and once is a lifetime, you go out when you are ready. "

In the little dog's world, right and wrong are clearly defined. If he wants to cross the line of being a friend, he should stop thinking about going back.

Yu Zisheng ignored him, stretched out his hand to pick up his denim jacket and walked out the door.

Jiang Zhai nestled on the sofa without looking back, he lowered his head and laughed silently for a while, and heard the sound of the door opening behind him.

However, this grandson, who is anxious to catch the child, can he also close the door of his house first?

After waiting for a long time without hearing the door closing, Jiang Zhai sat up wrapped in a blanket, put his arms on the back of the sofa and wanted to get up, but when he turned around, he saw Chen Yiran leading Jiang Bian into the room.

The two of them walked silently.

The boy sitting on the sofa had disheveled black hair, and the water in his eyes was more confused than weak. Half of the thin blanket was hanging down, revealing the musculoskeletal veins of his shoulders and neck.

Chen Yiran glanced around with no emotion from the picky and professional perspective of an art student. While lamenting that he should be paid a lot of money as a model, he felt that Jiang Zhai's brother raised his eyebrows slightly when he saw him just now outside the door, and fell slightly. The sentence "Ah, Jiang Zhai? Resting in the house, dying of illness" is really not convincing enough.

Jiang Bian changed into her slippers and carried her paintbrush and notebook to fetch water to drink.

Standing in the entrance, Chen Yiran's eyes fell on the bag of unopened medicine boxes on the coffee table, and he quietly hid the small medicine box that he went home to pick up just now behind his back.

"You look like nothing..."

The head on the sofa suddenly disappeared.

Jiang Zhai slammed himself on the mat with a "bang", and said in an extremely weak and weak voice, "Ah, I'm dying of illness."

Chen Yiran: "..."

For some reason, an old saying came to mind at the same time inappropriately.

Brothers are united, and their profits break gold.

Yu Zisheng did indeed pick up the little raindrops in the small garden downstairs.

Yancheng is in the north where the four seasons are distinct. Except for evergreen plants and wintersweet, there is almost nothing that can serve as a barrier for children.

Or maybe he didn't expect that he would be found.

When a straight figure suddenly stood in front of him, Yu Dian slowly raised his head, followed the trendy brand sweater with the denim jacket open all the way up, and met Yu Zisheng's silent gaze when he looked down unexpectedly.

He wrinkled his nose in embarrassment and smiled, without convincing: "I just want to come down for a walk."

It's not deliberately to hide from you, believe it or not.

Yu Zisheng gave a "hmm" and sat next to Yu Dian with his coat pocket in his hands.

The bench was neither short nor long, just enough for the two of them to sit side by side on an early winter morning.

You are what you say.

Yu Dianduo pulled the woolen scarf around his neck, and said dryly, "Does my scarf look good? It's new."

Yu Zisheng turned his head to look at the familiar yellow and black stripes, and twitched the corners of his mouth: "It's very suitable."

The honest and loyal Hufflepuff, among the four houses of Hogwarts, the Badger House should indeed be the most suitable for him.

But in addition to integrity, loyalty, and fearlessness, Hufflepuff's house spirit also includes honesty.

"Brother Zisheng."

Yu Dian paused, and looked up at him quickly as if it was difficult to speak.

"Do you know about my junior high school?"

The small animals living in the burrow are timid and brave, as if they finally mustered up the courage after long thinking, Yu Dian raised his head again and looked at Yu Zisheng seriously.

"I'm very happy that you like me, but if, if you feel sorry for me, then actually..."

"No ifs."

Yu Zisheng interrupted him, got up and squatted in front of Yu Dian, slightly raised his head, his canvas shoes were stepping on the golden fallen leaves all over the ground, and above his head was the high blue sky.

His tone was very, very peaceful, just stating an eternal fact.

"I like you very much, little bit."

"If you like me too, I'm very happy. If you don't like me enough, I will work harder."

"And no matter where you like my progress bar stops, Yu Zisheng will always be with you."

At this time, this season, only the two of them are quietly looking at each other in the concentrated green space downstairs.

The wind of early winter has not completely faded the softness of late autumn, and the magnolia and ginkgo trees are tall by the side of the road.

Although there were only dead branches and fallen leaves, the sunny day sprinkled the ends of the branches on the young man's shoulders, and the shadow spread to the backlit chest, as if a sun seed had been planted in his heart.

It's still early in the spring, but Yu Dian's heart seems to have been wrapped in the shade that this seed will have in the future.

Never felt so at ease.