Become the white moonlight of the attack

His hand was released, and Fu Shixin looked at it in puzzlement.

I saw two men walking towards them in the crowd.

Coincidentally, one of them, Fu Shixin, who was a little taller, knew him. It was Jia Haonan, his best friend who had played with him since he was a child.

When Fu Shixin saw another person's appearance, he clenched his fist tightly, showing the veins on his fist.

The two seemed unaware of the existence of Jiang Zhuo and Fu Shixin, and they showed their affection as if they were unaware of it.

Jia Haonan hugged the man, and the two chatted and laughed from time to time, and kissed each other. It looked like a couple in love.

Compared with Fu Shixin's anger, Jiang Zhuo was much calmer. He just quietly watched the two people walking towards him.

Jia Haonan and the affectionate man finally realized their existence.

The two stopped at the same time.

"Shi Xin, why is it you!" Jia Haonan held the man's hand with a frank face, and walked towards Fu Shixin and Jiang Zhuo, passing by the people around him.

Jia Haonan saw Jiang Zhuo next to Fu Shixin at a glance, surprised but happy at the same time.

"He is..." Fu Shixin did not answer Jia Haonan's question, but instead asked, "Who is this?"

"My friend." When Jia Haonan answered, he was still holding the man's hand. From his smiling eyes, it could be seen that the man beside him was different from him.

"Boyfriend?" Fu Shixin continued to ask.

"Well, more or less." Jia Haonan pulled up the man with his head down, motioned him, and said, "Of course, hurry up and call someone, this is me."

Both eyes fell on the man next to Jia Haonan. The man was petite and looked like a small bird. His hand was tightly held by Jia Haonan, and he could not see clearly his face under his bangs when he lowered his head. , People who don't know think he is shy.

Jiang Zhuo looked at him coldly, his gaze was like a glacier that never melted for thousands of years.

Fu Shixin held Jiang Zhuo's hand, and he refused instinctively, but was instead held tightly by Fu Shixin.

"Hello, I'm Fu Shixin." Fu Shixin stretched out his other hand and greeted the man politely.

But the man was different from Jia Haonan's calmness beside him, he never dared to raise his head.

His face was stiff, and the hand being held was withdrawn from Jia Haonan, as if he had been caught, raped, and in bed, instinctively protecting himself.

"Zhuo, I..." His melodious voice was trembling and frightening at this moment.

Jia Haonan obviously didn't expect them to know each other.

"Shi Xin, sister-in-law knows Ran Ran?"

Fu Shixin put away his hands, and his expression was not very good. He never thought that his friend would have anything to do with Zhao Ran.

"It's more than acquaintance." Fu Shixin's tone was too blunt, which made Jia Haonan aware of the strangeness.

Jiang Zhuo, who was silent for a long time, finally said: "A dog can't change eating shit."

Jiang Zhuo's voice was very soft, and he spoke very slowly, but every word was like a sharp knife, every word cut the heart of the listener.

Zhao Ran finally raised his head, his copper bell-like eyes were already red with tears rolling in their sockets, which made the people watching feel distressed.

"Of course, what's the matter with you?" Jia Haonan quickly hugged Zhao Ran, his heartbroken look was ironic in Jiang Zhuo's eyes.

"Zhuo, I...not...not what you think..." Zhao Ran shook his head desperately, trying to break free from Jia Haonan's protection.

"You are..."

"Shut up, I'll settle the score with you later." Fu Shixin was furious. If he hadn't investigated Feng Wenke himself, if he hadn't seen Feng Wenke's pain with his own eyes, he would never have thought that such a weak man would have committed so many crimes. A moth.

Fu Shixin pulled Jia Haonan over, warned him not to speak, and stood behind him.

Jia Haonan was baffled, and just wanted to go forward to argue, but Fu Shixin stared at him and dared not move again.

There were more and more people around them, and more and more eyes were pointed, but Jiang Zhuo didn't seem to see it.

He tugged on Fu Shixin's clothes, and said in a low voice, "Let's go, let's go eat."

The voice was extremely calm, making it impossible to see his emotions.

But Fu Shixin knew that he was so angry that he pretended not to care.

"Okay, let's go eat."

After two steps, Zhao Ran blocked their way.

"Get out of the way." Fu Shixin was furious and stood in front of Zhao Ran, protecting Jiang Zhuo behind him.

Jiang Zhuo raised his eyebrows slightly, seeing the anger in Fu Shixin's brows, he lost his mind for a moment, he knew it, yes he knew it all along, he had investigated it.

The clear eyes suddenly dimmed, and Fu Shixin clenched his hand tightly and moved, but he didn't break free.

"Don't be angry, it's not worth it." His voice flowed into Fu Shixin's heart like a thin spring.

Fu Shixin put away his hostility, looked back and smiled at him, saying "OK".

"Zhuo, can you listen to me? It's really not what you think! I have difficulties..." Zhao Ran obviously didn't want to end this coincidence just like that.

It's just that Fu Shixin interrupted him before he finished speaking.

"Mr. Zhao, I don't think you have anything to talk to us about. On the contrary, shouldn't it be Jia Haonan who you should explain? Oh yes..."

Fu Shixin held Jiang Zhuo's hand even tighter, and he leaned closer to Zhao Ran. Zhao Ran's breathing was right next to his ear, but it made Fu Shixin sick.

Zhao Ran took a half step back in panic, "Fu... Mr. Fu."

Fu Shixin lowered his voice on purpose, his dark eyes reveal evil, "How do you think I will tell Jia Haonan about you?"

Zhao Ran forgot to cry, and swallowed subconsciously, "Mr. Fu."

From Jiang Zhuo's point of view, Fu Shixin was leaning on Zhao Ran's shoulder, and Zhao Ran turned his face slightly to the side because of shyness.

Jiang Zhuo tugged Fu Shixin's hand without knowing it.

"Let's go."

Jia Haonan, who was standing aside and confused, wanted to go forward and call Fu Shixin to let him explain clearly, but was held back by Zhao Ran.

"Haonan, let's go."

Fu Shixin snorted coldly, and took Jiang Zhuo away first.

The winter wind hit Jiang Zhuo's body with a cold breath. He should be afraid of the cold, but because of the temperature of his hands, he was temporarily relieved.

Jiang Zhuo lowered his head and let Fu Shixin lead him. He walked through the streets and intersections. Car horns, human voices, music, hustle and bustle, all the sounds seemed to be deliberately erased by him.

He couldn't hear outside voices, he could only feel his own desolation.

He was puzzled, half a month ago, the person who was crying and plucked up the courage to apologize to him, the person who said firmly in front of him that he would get back together with Feng Wenke, is now kissing me with another man.

Does he have a heart?How could he be so shameless!

Jiang Zhuo stopped suddenly, along with Fu Shixin who was pulling him.

He stared at Fu Shixin terrifiedly, his eyes were uneasy that Fu Shixin had never seen before.

"Zhuo" Fu Shixin called him in a low voice, feeling extremely anxious.

"Let's go home, I'm not hungry anymore."

Jiang Zhuo let out a sigh of relief when he saw Fu Shixin, but pretended not to care.

Because the "home" in Jiang Zhuo's mouth was extraordinarily warm, Fu Shixin formatted the ideas he had when he went to his house before, and said with a smile: "Zhuo, you can't do without food. I'll go buy some food first. You wait for me at home."

Said that Fu Shixin wanted to let go of Jiang Zhuo's hand and go to buy food.

Jiang Zhuo turned to look at him, holding his hand and not wanting to let go.

"It's okay, I'm already hungry."

"That won't work, you want to eat."

"I..." Jiang Zhuo lowered his head and stroked the ring with his thumb, "Just stay with me."

Seeing his shameful expression, Fu Shixin's heart was as happy as a hundred flowers blooming. He held Jiang Zhuo's hand instead, and said tentatively, "Why don't we go home and I'll make you something?"

Fu Shixin's words were a bit lacking, after all, Jiang Zhuo had seen him set fire.

"Okay." Jiang Zhuo agreed.

Half an hour later, a bowl of steaming boiled noodles appeared in front of Jiang Zhuo.

The noodles are really boiled noodles without any extra stuff.

Holding chopsticks, Jiang Zhuo gently picked up a noodle and broke it.

Fu Shixin, who was sitting across from him, laughed awkwardly, scratched his hair in embarrassment, and explained, "That...was cooked for too long."

Jiang Zhuo said it was all right, and ate the noodles with Fu Shixin's gaze on his head.

After Jiang Zhuo finished eating the noodles, Fu Shixin diligently picked up the bowls and chopsticks to wash them, but was stopped by Jiang Zhuo, "Leave it alone, and I'll wash it tomorrow."

Fu Shixin thought that he disliked his inability to wash cleanly, so he pretended to be calm and said: "Don't worry, I guarantee that your dishes are absolutely safe."

Jiang Zhuo smiled helplessly, he didn't mean that, "Alright, go ahead, I'll wait for you in the living room."

Fu Shixin quickly finished washing the dishes and walked out of the kitchen. Jiang Zhuo was lying on the sofa reading a book. He curled up at one foot of the sofa, resting his head on the back of the sofa, hugging his knees with his hands, and the book was on his lap.

He was wearing cotton pajamas, which were very thin and had a low collar. Standing behind him, he could clearly see the imprint Fu Shixin had made for him on the back of his neck.

Jiang Zhuo, who had his back to Fu Shixin, didn't know that there was a pair of eyes staring straight at him from behind him.

Jiang Zhuo who was reading was as quiet as a kitten, but the book seemed to have never been opened.

The person on the sofa heard the light footsteps, looked back and got up, stretched out his white hand, and patted the empty space beside him. Fu Shixin's gaze was still on Jiang Zhuo's wrist, and the faint blush on the wrist was still there. Not dispersed.

Noticing his gaze, Jiang Zhuo pulled down his sleeves to cover his wrists.

"I'm sorry...I..." Fu Shixin looked annoyed.

"It doesn't hurt, it just looks scary."

Fu Shixin knew that his skin had always been very fragile, as long as he touched it lightly, it would turn red.

"Sit down." Jiang Zhuo put the unopened book aside.

Fu Shixin walked over and sat down beside him.

Jiang Zhuo looked at him with a guilty expression, thinking it was unnecessary.

"I had an illness when I was five years old. It's easy to wake up like this. It's okay."

Jiang Zhuo didn't know why he explained it to him, but he felt that neither of them would be embarrassed if he said it.

"You had a serious illness when you were five years old?" Fu Shixin stared at Jiang Zhuo in surprise. He didn't know about it, and it wasn't mentioned in the documents.

"Well, so much so that I don't remember anything before the age of five, but even if I don't lose my memory, no one will remember things before the age of five."

Fu Shixin thinks about it too. He really can't remember what he was doing before he was five years old.

"You..." Fu Shixin thought of Zhao Ran but didn't know how to speak.

"Ask what you want to ask."

Jiang Zhuo lowered his head and sat cross-legged on the side of the sofa, quietly waiting for Fu Shixin's question, thinking that he had done the investigation, knew not too little, and asked not too many questions.

Fu Shixin stared at him and hesitated to speak. At this time, Jiang Zhuoru, the kitten who had been injured all the time, pretended to be calm on the surface, but his heart was full of holes.

Fu Shixin really wanted to give him a hug, even though the two had slept, held hands, and hugged not long ago, but Zhao Ran appeared, and with those painful memories, he became so cautious before he knew it.

"Would you like to hug me?"