Neighboring school old enemy bows to me

It's you who haven't found me.

A bit of grievance, a bit of cautious ambiguity, mixed together, people can't help but think about the meaning of the unspoken words.

The ever-existing and yet undiscovered subtle feelings quietly broke through the ground, giving birth to tiny vines, lingering around the heart.

He Zhiyang was always a nervous person, but he also noticed something strange, his earlobe was reddened with naked eyes.

Qiao Yue just followed behind him, staring at him and saying these words...

Even if I help him, I don't need to promise him with my body.

"I'm sorry, Brother Yue." He Zhiyang missed his eyes and said, "I didn't notice, I was careless."

He Zhiyang's tone was as casual and unrestrained as ever, with indifferent cynicism.

Said so easily, as easily as a gag with any good brother.

Qiao Yue suddenly clenched his fists. Once he really wanted to be like Xu Yiqing and Huo Yao, to be treated casually and relaxedly by He Zhiyang with a smile on his face.

But now he feels that this casualness is very tight in the chest.

The reason why it is casual, in the final analysis, is because there is no struggle or charm in my heart.

Could it be that He Zhiyang just regards himself as a so-called good brother after talking about this?

Then he stepped forward today, not because of other affections, but because he is a loyal person, and he has a good relationship with him.

Maybe if it was Pang Ying or Yu Chacha, He Zhiyang would do the same thing.

There may be no difference between myself and him.

Qiao Yue clenched his fists tightly, like a stick in his throat.

He thought about it, turned it over and over again, and thought about it day and night, He Zhiyang was even at a loss.

It's too unfair, it's not fair to myself who has endured for many days, and it's also unfair to He Zhiyang who has no knowledge and no scruples about himself.

Qiao Yue took a deep breath, his voice was hoarse but firm: "I am very grateful that you came to help me today. For me, because of my different status, this is a very important thing, but for you, maybe it is just a gift. If you exchange a good intention with any other person, as long as you have a better relationship, you will help him regardless of gains or losses..."

He Zhiyang was startled, he has always been righteous, but today's matter is of great importance, if it were someone else, he might not necessarily show up in public.

But since Qiao Yue's death, he has chosen to stand up without hesitation. His classmates' incomprehension, father and brother's scolding, familiar or unfamiliar eyes, or kind or mocking comments, are not as good as Qiao Yue's in his heart. safety.

I never even thought about measuring it, I just made a subconscious trade-off.

Would he do the same if he were someone else?

He Zhiyang was still thinking, Qiao Yue said again: "I may not be any different to you, but you are unique to me."

"I didn't intend to tell you, family background, identity and position... I used to think before, what use is my mind to you? It may be harmful but not beneficial. I can wait until you one day Discovery, or a coincidence we tacitly..."

"But I don't want to wait any longer, I can't help but think over and over again, if you know about it on the snowy day, maybe I can hide your hands that have played with snow in the palm of my hand to warm you up, if you know about it on the night of Shangyuan, Maybe I can give you that lamp openly, if you know about it on the day you enter the palace, I don’t have to hide it, and admit that I’m not showing off in the palace for any other people but just to let you see me..."

"Life is just a sudden." After finishing speaking, Qiao Yue put his hand on He Zhiyang's waist, and said in a low voice, "You lack brains. We have wasted a lot of time by going back and forth, and I don't want to waste any more."

After all, Qiao Yue is just a boy, an ordinary boy who struggles with reason and desire.

He is only in his teens, how much effort does it take to resist holding him who is close at hand, not hugging the person he likes, and pretending to smile nonchalantly when that person is fighting with others?

As a Jin Yiwei, Qiao Yue seems arrogant, but in fact he is still walking on thin ice.

With He Zhiyang's family background and identity here, it's easy to pierce that layer of window paper, but the subsequent getting along, the transition from school to temple, and whether the two families accept him or not, whether he will be implicated by his own family, whether he will be recruited Unforeseen disasters... Each of these questions is difficult, but they must be answered.

If it was a moment of happiness, there would not be so many worries.

The plan is far-reaching, but it is full of thoughts.

Therefore, Qiao Yue always wanted to wait and see the timing.

But seeing He Zhiyang not doing what he thought makes people angry, what opportunity can we wait for?

After leaving the school and going to the court, Jin Yiwei and these civil servants are natural enemies.

If you keep your mouth shut now, will you be going to the court to open your mouth to complain?

The gap between the two of them was even more like a moat.

It would be a good time to roll the roll now. As for all kinds of concerns in the future... as long as we are together, there will always be a solution.

Qiao Yue is also confident that they will face it together.

It took He Zhiyang a while to recover, looked at Qiao Yue, but couldn't say a word.

The familiar faces suddenly became unfamiliar, the young man's brows and eyes were sassy, ​​and the corners of his lips were curved gently.

No matter how dull he is now, he still knows what Qiao Yue is thinking.

Qiao Yue hugged He Zhiyang, and said in his ear: "You don't need to rush to give me an answer, I'll be where you can see when you turn around, walk slowly and think slowly."

Qiao Yue's heart was beating rapidly, and the heart in his chest was urging him to spit out like a drum.

Qiao Yue said what he said from the bottom of his heart regardless, and he really fell silent, but he was unavoidably ashamed.

But every word has never been regretted.

He Zhiyang averted his eyes in an attempt to conceal, and gently pushed Qiao Yue's embrace away.

It was a man's body, firm and tight, containing sharpness and hostility.

With a hard, oppressive feeling that he couldn't ignore, he didn't know how to deal with it.

Qiao Yue didn't wait for his reaction, stepped forward and held his hand tightly.

The two palms met.

The man looks cold and hard, but there is a soft warmth in the palm of his hand.

Scenes of the past flashed past one after another.

The more He Zhiyang thought about it, the more he felt that this person might have had some invisible thoughts about him.

He still underestimated Qiao Yue.

In the past, I asked my brother to take advantage of it, but now it is even better.

But I don't seem to be too disgusted with holding hands, Qiao Yue's big palm is very warm, and the resentment, grievance, and loneliness just now are miraculously soothed in an instant.

The palm seems to be able to silently wrap and absorb all his emotions,

It's just that the heart beats up from the fingertips, and even the temples keep beating.

They held hands and walked home from the alley, weaving through the crowd in a particularly aboveboard manner.

Coincidentally, no one thought of letting go.

It is still the road that has been walked countless times, but today it is very different.

He Zhiyang came back to his senses, withdrew his hand in embarrassment, pretending not to care and said: "No, Brother Yue, you want to hold hands before anyone agrees? Skip the steps?"

Qiao Yue leaned over, breathing very close to him: "Which step is missing?"

"You haven't asked me if I agree with you!" He Zhiyang puffed up his chest as it should be, "Hmph, my hands must not have anything to do with dubious men!"

An arrogant look that refuses to suffer at all.

Qiao Yue didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Although he didn't know when he was assigned to the dubious men, he still smiled and said, "Then I'll make up for it."

“想要个小情郎么？”乔岳凑近他，压低声音：“牵着你上学回家，平日还能帮你出手揍人！”