heart to wild

He took Yu Zisheng's hand to let him sit back beside him, raised his head and smiled at the slightly dazed boy, propped his arms and shook his legs, and then lightly opened his fingertips.

Yu Zisheng reflexively wants to hold it again, but the boy's side face is so peaceful, his eyes are clear and clean, making people want to hold it in his palm immediately, and at the same time carefully hold back the impulse, patiently waiting for everything he has to say .

"When I was in junior high school, I liked someone." Yu Dian said.

Together with him, Yu Zisheng looked up at the clear white clouds at the top of the apartment, and curled his lips self-deprecatingly.

"Ah."

He hid it well, and hardly heard any bitterness.

The young man was immersed in memories, his tone was calm, with a calmness that saw through everything.

"It should be said that he liked me first. Although this liking seems to be out of curiosity and possessiveness, I am indeed different to him."

Lu Jian is very proud and smart, with countless hints, Yu Dian also gradually realized the difference between him and him.

Whether it is active or passive is actually not that important.

Young people's feelings are the most precious thing, no matter what kind of monster the other party is, Yu Dian once almost gave Lu Jian his most precious sincerity.

But then, why not give it.

"I received a love letter." Yu Dian lowered her long eyelashes and suddenly smiled.

He recognized that it was the handwriting of Lu Jian's left hand.The man was obviously left-handed, but in front of everyone except Yu Dian, he only used his right hand to write.

In front of others is Adrian, in front of Yudian is Lu Jian.

Such a complete and unique treatment makes it difficult for people not to care about it and be moved by it.

And he is so good looking.well.

It's fine once or twice, for such a long time, it's really hard for Yangou, who has never seen the world, to resist the temptation.He is not the sister Zuo Fen that others love.

When he was looking for Lu Jian between classes, Yu Dian's heartbeat along the way was pounding like a deer. He felt that he was going to have a boyfriend soon, the kind who would play with him for the rest of his life.

The second before the roof door was pushed open, Yu Dian had almost finished their life in his mind.

But when he opened the door, what he saw was Adrian who was pushed to the ground in a panic.

Lu Jian, who played with him, pinched his earlobe with a smile, and unilaterally agreed on the future with him, was gone. Instead, he was surrounded by a few senior boys, jokingly pushing and teasing ordinary boys.

Yu Dian's heartbeat tightened, and he subconsciously wanted to rush up to protect him, but the besieged boy suddenly burst out with an evil force, and punched the leading boy to the ground with the tip of his shoe pointing at the opponent's abdomen Kicked out.

At that time, Yu Dian's eyesight was still very good, and he could tell at a glance that the opponent would definitely suffer internal injuries and cause them big trouble, so he immediately shouted "Lu Jian".

Lu Jian stopped, but when he raised his eyes to look at the young man, he still remembered the hostile and cold eyes.

Because in the next second, the person who hinted countless times that he likes him and who just wrote Verlaine in cursive English for him in the letter said coldly in an indifferent tone that he had never heard before: "Say it A thousand times, I'm not gay, the one standing by the door is a pervert who likes me."

"I just pity him and stand with him."

It's disgusting.

Yu Dian shrank his neck and said with lingering fear: "Because of him, I have had a shadow of symbolist poets for a long time."

There was no reply.

Yu Dian blinked, turned his head, and was surprised to find that the aura around Yu Zisheng was almost terribly gloomy.

He subconsciously took hold of the boy's tightly clenched palms again.

"Brother Zisheng." The child's voice was as soft as cotton candy, and it enveloped his depressed breathing in an instant.

Get rid of it, get rid of it.

Yu Dian squinted his eyes: "It's okay, I didn't particularly like him, and I was interrupted when I was about to like him, so I didn't suffer any injuries."

When Jiang Zhai was there, Mingli was a very interesting and suitable school for Yu Dian. After Jiang Zhai left, Yu Dian couldn't get along with this environment by himself, and it was not a reconciliation in the end.

But as Jiang Di said, the kid is a smart kid.

Except that Lu Jian's "betrayal" made it difficult for him to accept it for a period of time, and the gossip and supercilious glances that were added afterwards were all trivial things to Dian.

And it was also at the moment when he passed by Lu Jian but there was no wave in his heart, Yu Dian clearly realized that he had really grown up and become stronger.

Also pretty good.

Being a child is very happy, but the feeling of growing up is also wonderful.

Although it feels like he has no one to tell, but Dian Dian feels a little proud in his heart——I am amazing.

What do you say?

The son of Adam in the Garden of Eden will always be a clean kid.

Yu Zisheng spread out his palm with his backhand, and gently held Yu Dian's thin white fingertips, his lowered eyes were deep and gentle: "Well, you are very powerful."

"So..." Yu Dian turned his head, "I really won't hide from you this time."

He tilted his head embarrassingly and narrowed his eyes: "Are you still chasing me?"

We all know that I like you and you like me too.

But before that, let me be a little greedy, and experience the feeling of being well liked, okay?

Yu Zisheng raised his eyebrows slightly, looked at the ginkgo tree crown above his head with a light smile, and politely discussed with others: "It's just winter now, so let's catch up until next spring."

This sounds too insincere.

Yu Dian wanted to pull his hand back unhappily, but was pinched and hid tightly in his palm with a very quick reaction.

He turned his face sideways, bargaining with red ears: "Lu Jian has been chasing me for half a year."

... This son of a bitch, he's pretty damn capable.

Yu Zisheng was thoughtful: "It is true that I can't lose. I have been obsessed with you since Xia Tian, ​​so let's chase after Xia Tian."

"Xia..." At first, he wanted to scold him for his calculations, but he turned his head in shock, "You said that since Xia Tian..."

"Raindrops."

Yu Zisheng let go of his hand, stood up suddenly, took two steps back with his pockets in his pockets, raised his arms and jumped on the spot, and picked up the last fan leaf of the ginkgo tree neatly.

He handed it to Yu Dian, compromising with a sigh-like smile on his lips.

"If summer doesn't work, it's autumn, if autumn doesn't work, it's winter, or next spring... One day you will pity me, won't you, a little bit?"

Is it right.

The leaves are yellow, the leaves are red, and the leaves are falling.

The weather is getting colder and the sky is far away.

This time, it was Yudian with red ears who nodded.

It is cold in early winter, and young people don't feel their clothes are thin. Adults, who have been struggling in the adult world for a long time, can't even stand the cold air a few steps away in the corridor.

Chen Yiran squeezed the things in his hands and pushed open the door, heaved a sigh of relief, and locked himself in the steaming room.

He methodically put his things on the entrance cabinet, changed his shoes, hung up his coat, went in to drink water, found his glasses, and prepared to go back to his study for work.

But before he unscrewed the door, his fingertips stayed on the wooden door lock for two seconds, and he was finally retracted by a tangled and bewildered sigh.

He shuffled, returned to the hallway, and picked up the "gift" that Jiang Zhai gave him just now behind the vase.

——"Chen Yiran."

The boy leaned against the bedroom door and called him lazily, and changed back to his honorific title with a calm smile in the adult's cold gaze.

"Teacher, the results of the preliminary competition will come out before my birthday next month. If I make it to the final, can you grant me a wish?"

Obviously the test is chemistry, but he has the cheek to ask the art teacher for a reward.

The fingertips holding the edge of the paper carelessly signed contracts and resignation letters worth tens of millions of dollars, but for some reason, now I can’t let go of a perfect test paper from a high school weekend competition class.

The translucent drape was blown into a sail by the wind, and Chen Yiran turned around to the balcony to close the window, pretending that he didn't notice that for a moment, he almost lost control of his proud heartbeat.

The hour hand moves forward, tick tock, when the golden dusk descends on Yancheng, Yu Dian recalls a certain memory in the greenhouse at home, the corners of his lips curled up in ecstasy, almost drowning the drought-tolerant oleander on the spot .

Ding Yuan, who wanted to observe him secretly, saw this scene, exclaimed, took the water bottle from the little friend, and saved Xiaotao in time.

Yu Dian woke up from the joke that Ziyu's sister secretly told him that "Yu Zisheng is actually very good at blowing gourd silk" when playing a board game last month. .

Ding Yuan looked at him curiously for a while, then whispered gossip: "Baby, what's the matter with you?"

"..." Yu Dian glanced at her reproachfully, "Mom, I don't fall in love early."

Ding Yuan let out a boring "Oh", turned around and watered the other potted plants, soaking them with rain and dew.

After a long time, Yu Dian really came back on his own initiative.

Ding Yuan pricked up her ears as if nothing had happened, but heard her son whisper shyly: "...Mom, can you hire me a cucurbit silk tutor?"

Ding Yuan: "...?"

In the west of the city, in a well-known pilot open community in Yancheng, countless windows were opened at meal time, and the adults shouted all kinds of nicknames one after another to call the children who went out to play wildly in the cold to go home.

Tong Qiyan, whose children are lazy enough not to worry about this, was packing up in the study when she suddenly pulled out an old musical instrument.

Yu Kun passed by the open door and saw his wife's back, walked behind her curiously, and laughed out loud after seeing the objects in the woman's hands.

Hmm... Although it seems that ordinary handsome and cool male protagonists will not be involved in this kind of musical instruments, folk music is really good!

Tong Qiyan turned her head, and asked her husband in a low voice: "You said that I will go out later and say that I have a terminal illness of 'if I don't listen to my son playing a gourd silk song, I will faint and I won't wake up and I won't cook for you again', what will Yu Zisheng do? reaction?"

Yu Kun stroked his chin, and answered rigorously after careful consideration: "He should go back to the house to find a takeaway phone number."

"..."

Tong Qiyan laughed because of unwarranted reasons, and Yu Zisheng's pocket money for this month was about to disappear.

"Are you still eating?"

The door was knocked twice.

The couple turned their heads and saw Yu Zisheng lazily leaning against the door.

At the same time, Yu Zisheng also saw the thing in his mother's hand and her hesitant appearance.

"Impossible, don't think about it." He replied quickly.

OKAY.

Tong Qiyan's smile was even wider, and she happily announced: "You, money, nothing, good night!"