Neighboring school old enemy bows to me

A few people played around for a while, and in a blink of an eye it was Shen Shi, and they were ready to go back to their respective homes.

This place is remote, Xu Yiqing and the others who can't ride horses got into the carriage, and the remaining four or five horses were shared by everyone.

Qiao Yue glanced at He Zhiyang beside him, and couldn't help thinking...

That kid Xu Yiqing was sitting in the car, he would never need a cloak, and he didn't have anything for the little fox in his hand, so it would be a good thing if he could ask for it.

He thought about it in secret, then coughed softly a few times, let go of the hand holding the rein, and breathed out twice: "It's quite cold today, I'm still dressed a little thinly."

Hearing this nonsensical sentence, Pang Ying couldn't help giving Qiao Yue a strange look.

Qiao Yue has never been afraid of the cold, and he didn't say anything when he wore unlined clothes in the middle of winter a few days ago, but now he looks like a poor little girl who lacks clothes and clothes?

He Zhiyang was beside the two of them, and when he heard them talking, he rushed over and glanced at Qiao Yue: "Brother Yue feels cold?"

Qiao Yue didn't say a word, he didn't realize that among the few people riding horses outside the car, only Qiao Yue was wearing thin clothes.

Qiao Yue lowered his eyes: "I forgot to bring my cloak, it's okay."

In fact, it was "accidentally" forgotten in the house.

He Zhiyang looked up at the snow that was falling more and more densely: "This snow will still fall for a while, you can't stand it without a cloak, right?"

The snow was fluttering, and the ground was thick and soft, and the cold was piercing through the skin. Qiao Yue was dressed in single clothes, so the journey would definitely be difficult.

Then why don't you quickly give me the cloak that the boy is holding? !

Qiao Yue was impatient in his heart, but he shook his head slightly on the face, and his voice was innocent and sad: "I'm used to being in the frost and snow, and I don't feel cold anymore."

Pang Ying: "?"

He Zhiyang was startled when he heard the words, and couldn't help but look at Qiao Yue.

The young man stood in the light snow dust, his clothes were thin, his eyes drooped slightly, He Zhiyang only said that Qiao Yue had always been domineering and fierce, but looking over at this moment, he could not sense a bit of loneliness for no reason.

His mother died young, his father was cold and stern, and others avoided him. Who would care about his well-being?

He Zhiyang sighed silently. In the past, he only felt that Xu Yiqing's life experience was bleak, but when he thought about it carefully, Qiao Yue was also pitiful.

Xu Yiqing was sitting in the car, and the cloak was just right for Qiao Yue.

He Zhiyang waved his hand, motioned the servant to hand him the spare fox fur cloak, and walked over on the soft snow: "Brother Yue, can you wear my spare cloak?"

Qiao Yue got off his horse and strode over, standing in front of He Zhiyang: "Tie it on."

In the past, when Qiao Yue gave orders like this, He Zhiyang raised his eyebrows, but now his mind is still immersed in the fact that Qiao Yue is a poor little person who doesn't know how to be cold or warm. Conscientiously stepped forward, shook off the cloak, and put it on Qiao Yue's shoulders.

Suddenly surrounded by thick and appropriate warmth, Qiao Yue raised his eyes lightly, He Zhiyang's fair and tender nose was only a few steps away from him.

He is seriously tying the belt around his neck.

Qiao Yue smirked slightly with his hands behind his back, the little fox really liked showing weakness.

What's so difficult about it?In the future, I will be the weakest and poorest little one who needs to be taken care of the most.

Qiao Yue has long understood the truth that acting should be sufficient. He covered the coldness in his eyes, and said softly, "Thank you Brother Yang..."

He Zhiyang looked up: "?"

Due to his temperament, he loves to comfort and cherish the vulnerable people around him. Qiao Yue's words of self-pity just now made him feel a little bit distressed, but... to take care of Xu Yiqing, he can only make fun of him easily, but come to take care of Qiao Yue, Especially when he bumped into the other's dark and heavy eyes, He Zhiyang always felt his scalp tingling.

Obviously he is showing love, why does he always have an inexplicable feeling of being manipulated?

Before he could figure it out, the person above his head spoke again: "Qiao is alone, has nothing to worry about, no one to care about, and only Brother Yang is willing to tie a cloak for me on a snowy day..."

The voice became lower and lower, revealing a sense of loneliness.

Pang Ying froze on the spot.

Is it because he is usually too rough and doesn't care enough for Qianhu?How delicate are their thousands of households, that others almost shed tears when they tied a cloak?

He Zhiyang's heart ached when he heard these words, Qiao Yue was domineering by nature, he had never told anyone about the pain of sinking, but now because of a cloak, he suddenly felt so emotional.

It can be seen that he has never been treated kindly on weekdays, right?

He hurriedly waved his hands: "Brother Yue, don't underestimate yourself! You are so majestic now, look, there are only two kinds of people in this capital, one who wants to make friends with you, and the other who is scared away when they see you Those who stay far away, there are so many faces!"

To be honest, apart from having a bad reputation, Jinyiwei is simply He Zhiyang's ideal career, and he is arrogant by order!

Qiao Yue didn't care what kind of people there were in the capital, he looked at He Zhiyang with dark eyes: "Which kind are you?"

"Me?" He Zhiyang rubbed his nose with a smile: "The first one, the day you brought me out of Bing Ma Si, I knew that I would have meat to eat with Brother Yue."

Hearing this, Qiao Yue rolled his dark eyes around He Zhiyang's body twice, and said calmly: "Then we can discuss it, I have a lot of meat here, in the future, you are not allowed to run away."

He Zhiyang agreed with a smile, and stroked Qiao Yue's straight and sharp shoulders as if comforting.

Pang Ying just happened to look here, and happened to see He Zhiyang smiling and stretching out his hand to caress his Qianhu's shoulders. Like a master?

Pang Ying was shuddered by this weird thought, and stared at the two of them with wide eyes.

But He Zhiyang didn't do anything else, he just said a few words with a smile, then turned over and got on the horse.

The group of people had to go through a large forest from the house back to the center of the capital. It just snowed today, and the forest was completely silent. There was only thick, soft and clean snow stretching on the road ahead.

Huo Yao and Feng Jing were so itchy that they dismounted quietly and threw a big snowball, laughing and throwing it at He Zhiyang forcefully.

The snowball hit the cloak and left watermarks on the fluffy fox fur. He Zhiyang raised his eyebrows, immediately got off his horse, and crazily rolled snowballs around the tree to send death output to the two of them.

Huo Yao had been prepared for a long time, and threw small snowballs at people densely, without giving He Zhiyang a chance to breathe. He Zhiyang was attacked by the two of them, and he had to dodge and be beaten.

Yu Chacha immediately couldn't stand it any longer, got off his horse and quickly ran over with a big snowball, with his hips akimbo: "If you dare to bully Brother Yang, I won't spare you!"

The two of Huo Yao were thrown all over with snow, and they fought back with a ball of snowballs laughing and cursing.

After Yu Chacha, four or five Jinyiwei came to play with the snow. Huo Yao saw that the enemy was approaching, so he quickly set up his vigilance and quickly stocked up snowballs to prepare for the battle.

The Jinyiwei who surrounded them in circles didn't touch the snow, they just approached step by step like a pack of wolves in the snow, with an unruly smile on their lips.

Huo Yao and Feng Jing leaned back against the thick and thick tree, a little confused: "You... what do you want?"

"If you dare to touch Brother Yang secretly, then we can't see it." Yu Chacha waved his hands pretendingly, and the Jin Yiwei who came with him immediately rushed forward, lifting their legs and arms, and lifted Huo Yao to the ground half empty.

"Ah!" Huo Yao lightened his whole body, only to realize that he was being lifted up by three or four guards like a fish on a chopping board. He struggled in both amused and frightened ways: "Brother, let me down first, if you have something to say, talk it out." Ah bro..."

"One, two, three!" Yu Chacha and the others ignored Huo Yao's panic, carried him to a snow pit, yelled, and threw him into the snow with a flick of his arms like a chick. Huo Yao struggled in the snow, looking weak, helpless and vulnerable.

Jin Yiwei immediately stepped forward, and continued to hit the snowball. Huo Yao was besieged by several people and could not escape at all.

"My lord, my lords, I was wrong." Li Ji looked at Huo Yao's miserable appearance, and quickly turned to the bright: "I and you are on the same team, we will fight whoever you say we will fight!"

Yu Chacha laughed loudly, winked, several people ran towards Li Ji who was watching, the snowball hit his back, the solid snow hit his back, and instantly scattered into one piece.

Huo Yao also got up from the snow pit and formed a team with Jin Yiwei to "bully the weak". For a while, the audience was full of Li Ji's howls.

"Ahhhhhhhh, my brother is merciful..." After all, he still couldn't escape the fate of being lifted up by several people and thrown into the soft snow. Li Ji closed his eyes in despair: "Brother Yang, save me! I will never be with you again Jin Yiwei is having a snowball fight!!"

Hearing the screams, Xu Yiqing stuck out his head from the car: "Brother Yang, is there a snowball fight ahead or burying the living?"

He Zhiyang chuckled: "Just...don't have a snowball fight with Jin Yiwei."

Especially Jin Yiwei who was born in the north!

He Zhiyang's eyes turned and fell on Qiao Yue who was always sitting quietly on the horseback.

This man was born in the capital, so he must have loved to play in the snow, why is he so calm today?

How did He Zhiyang know that Qiao Yue was afraid of soiling his beloved cloak, so he dismounted quietly, rolled a soft snowball, and hit Qiao Yue's hem of the robe corner teasingly.

The snowball, which was not too lethal, was thrown at the hem of the robe, Qiao Yue raised his eyebrows, and looked at He Zhiyang who was still pawing snowballs like a dog in the distance.

He raised the corners of his lips slightly, and got off his horse.

He Zhiyang noticed the footsteps behind him, turned around and saw that Qiao Yue had actually got off his horse and strode towards him, he was so frightened that he picked up the big snowball and ran away.

Qiao Yue shook his head helplessly, what a cunning little fox, he ran away after beating him.

Afraid that Qiao Yue would lift him up and throw him into the snow pit, He Zhiyang threw snowballs backwards as he ran: "Brother, I was wrong, I shouldn't have messed with you!"

He saw that Qiao Yue was bored sitting alone on the horse, so he wanted to play with him, but when he thought of Jin Yiwei's snowball fight just now, he was so scared that he immediately ran away.

Qiao Yue dodged slightly, and He Zhiyang threw the snowball with great effort, but it didn't touch his hair at all.

It didn't even stop him!

He Zhiyang was stunned, ran two quick steps and bent down, crazily scraped the snow with his bare hands, threatening: "Hey, hey, this is big! You can't avoid it! I'm going to throw it away! I really want to throw it away! Don't You go further!"

Qiao Yue didn't hesitate at all, and strode forward to grab his paw firmly.

He Zhiyang's provocation failed but was detained, he wanted to finish: "Don't throw me, brother Yue! I won't go to that snow pit... ahh, I won't go to die..."

He Zhiyang closed his eyes for a long while, but before his body lightened, he felt his fingertips warm.

He opened his eyes, and Qiao Yue was staring at him with a smile, the eyes that were shining fiercely from both sides were full of obvious tenderness.

He Zhiyang's mind was buzzing, as if he had suddenly touched something that he didn't dare to think about, he quickly avoided his eyes, but his heart was beating wildly like a demon.

I was wearing Qiao Yue's black leather gloves. I thought it was not only to keep out the cold, but also to be used as a protective gear when drawing a bow and archery. The animal skin on the surface of the glove was stained with dark blood, which looked full of hostility. The delicate and soft feathers left the warmth of Qiao Yue's palm.

Qiao Yue chased him wholeheartedly, not for revenge, but because he was afraid that he would get caught playing with snow, so he wanted to put these gloves on himself?

He Zhiyang was full of thoughts, and he was not allowed to continue to make up his mind.

"What are you panicking?" Qiao Yue's indulgent and lazy voice came from above his head: "I'm standing here, you can hit me."

The pampering in the tone can be heard by the deaf.

"I'm just kidding, how can I really hit you..." He Zhiyang was so invincible, he touched his nose in embarrassment, and coughed lightly: "Are they still waiting for us to go back, they have been playing for a long time Also, I'm fucking...I'm going back first, Brother Yue..."

After finishing speaking, holding back the beating heartbeat, he strode away from here as if fleeing for his life.