Xueba, wake up

"Are you surprised?" Yan Sheng asked.

"Wow, what a surprise." He Zhonghe exclaimed perfunctorily, "Doesn't your family live in a high-tech zone?"

"Isn't a top student who will take the college entrance examination less than a year worthy of living in a school district room for a few days?" Yan Sheng turned to the side and motioned for him to go in.

"Top match, perfect match." He Zhonghe walked in, still feeling a bit miraculous.

First classmates, then deskmates, and now neighbors across the street.

Terrible, who knows what's next.

"Just find a place to sit, there is nothing when we just moved here," Yan Sheng said.

This is nothing but modesty, quite spacious living room, just placed a wooden coffee table, a TV cabinet, and a... beanbag sofa.

"I have a shadow on this." He Zhonghe hesitated standing on the edge of the sofa, "Can I sit on the floor?"

"This one is better, for two people." Yan Sheng opened the refrigerator and took two cans of Coke, "Try it."

He Zhonghe carefully farted | ass | tipped up.

On the verge of a tragedy repeating itself.

Yan Sheng walked over, put the Coke on the coffee table, and pressed He Zhonghe's shoulder hard with no expression on his face.

"Hold!"

Pushed by Yan Sheng into the abyss of tragedy repeating itself.

"Tell me if you owe me a hand, and I'll pump it for you twice." He Zhonghe lay half-lying and struggled for a long time before sitting up, "Yansheng, I found out that you have changed."

"Is there?" Yan Sheng asked casually.

"You didn't even give me a look at the beginning, but now you're rushing to beat me up." He Zhonghe said.

Yan Sheng smiled, but didn't speak.

"Aren't your parents at home?" He Zhonghe glanced at the empty coffee table, on which was a porcelain cup.

Suddenly remembered that Yansheng had no one to accompany him on his birthday.

His withdrawn and indifferent personality, and all kinds of bad rumors.

I also remembered that my mother said that older movers would obsessively post blessings.

Although He Zhonghe often scolded "orphan" when he encountered someone with a bad mouth while playing games, he was a little dazed when he said that there was a real orphan by his side.

"How come your sofa is more collapsed than the one in the pet shop." He Zhonghe quickly changed the topic, without giving Yansheng a chance to answer, "Don't sit down, I'm warning you."

Yan Sheng sat next to him very rebelliously, and got very close.

After stumbling around for a while, He Zhonghe leaned directly on him.

The shower gel is aloe vera scented and smells great.

The arms are quite strong, suitable for showing off with a sleeveless vest.

It's just so close to a little hot.

After a few seconds of embarrassing silence, He Zhonghe quickly turned to the other side.

Yan Sheng rested his hands on the back of the sofa and turned on the screen projector leisurely.

To be honest, his reaction made it hard for He Zhonghe to believe that he was crooked.

According to what they acted in the drama or the movie, or according to the virtue of Gao Yang, they are so close that they are all stuck together.

He Zhonghe looked at Yansheng.

I can't imagine what it's like for him to kiss someone else.

It's like seeing the spirited guy holding his hand that day, the scene made people feel weird and uncomfortable.

Yan Sheng felt his gaze and turned his head.

The staring in the short silence after this close contact is very spiritual.

Although He Zhonghe's mind was at a loss, he seemed to be able to see the little sparks of love that didn't exist bubbling in the air.

Sure enough, I watched too many TV dramas, and they were all messed up.

In a weirdly silent period, He Zhonghe's expression froze suddenly when he saw Yan Sheng, and his brows frowned.

The little spark of love "snap", gone.

"What happened to the neck?" Yan Sheng turned to face He Zhonghe, and pulled down the zipper of his school uniform.

He Zhonghe held his breath, although he didn't know why he held his breath.

Maybe it's because Yansheng's hand is right next to his chin and neck.

This causal relationship is also fucking illogical.

"It's okay." He Zhonghe pushed his hand away, "I touched a fool during the exam today."

"Who?" Yan Sheng's face was not very good-looking, which reminded He Zhonghe of the gloomy expression when he was at the same table with him.

"No one." He Zhonghe said, "It's just a cheap hand. I confiscated it, and he died too. The nosebleed is like a double-pump fountain."

Yan Sheng looked at the bruises and nail marks on his neck and said nothing.

This injury looked familiar. There was someone he knew who fought like this before, but according to the way that person shot, the next step was to take out the knife...

"I just finished the exam and I won't study tonight. Find a suspense movie and watch it to celebrate your move to a new house and having a neighbor." He Zhonghe fiddled with the screen projector, looked up to see that it was getting late, almost [-] clicked, "Don't bother?"

"Go and talk to your aunt, so she won't think that your new neighbor has kidnapped and assassinated you," Yan Sheng said.

He Zhonghe supported his knees and stood up: "I know my mother too well."

After He Zhonghe went out, Yan Sheng leaned on the sofa and scrolled through the movies on the list, his brows remained open.

That person is still in the same school as him, so it might really be him.

He Zhonghe probably was afraid of making things worse, so he didn't say who it was.

In fact, he said that Yan Sheng would do nothing, unless it was a last resort, he would not have anything to do with that person.

He just wants to spend his third year of high school in peace and stability, and don't be forced to fiddle with Yan Deqiang to avoid being found by Yan Deqiang. These things are enough to stress him out.

He Zhonghe seemed to have caught up a bit in today's fight, but to him it was just an ordinary move.

But Yan Sheng couldn't be sure, if it was really that person, whether the fight with He Zhonghe was accidental, or if that person planned it long ago.

"Have you found the film yet?" He Zhonghe pushed the door open and came in, threw a bag of snacks on the coffee table, panting heavily, "I bought it at the small shop downstairs, I'm too lazy to run away...don't let my mother know .”

"No spicy food, no junk food, no high-fat, high-sugar food." Yan Sheng memorized it verbatim, "You've committed it several times."

"Don't sue, you are an accomplice." He Zhonghe said, "Why do I have the feeling that I am Ma Baonan?"

"So take good care of your own body," Yan Sheng said old-fashionedly, "you're quite an adult."

"Grandpa Yan, don't run on me, what kind of film did you find?" He Zhonghe poked open a box of strawberry milk and handed it to Yansheng's mouth, trying to shut his mouth.

"A Spanish suspense." Yan Sheng clicked on the playback, and took a sip from He Zhonghe's milking hand like a grandpa, and raised his eyebrows, "It's very caring."

"It's so clear about my taste, it's hard work to see behind it." He said lightly.

"I can pinch your face at any time now." He Zhonghe twitched the corner of his mouth with a half-smile, "Not only have I figured this out, I also know that you smell bananas at school in the morning, mango in the afternoon, and strawberry in the evening. ..."

Yan Sheng looked at him with complicated eyes, his eyebrows raised high.

"Actually, confession doesn't need to be so cryptic." He said.

"You won't survive tonight, Yan Sheng." He Zhonghe pointed at him, "Why didn't I find you so coquettish before?!"

"It's still too late to run." Yan Sheng smiled.

He Zhonghe originally wanted to say that I had carefully admired the paintings under the correction tape, but after thinking about it, he still didn't say it. If it really happened, it might not be possible for anyone to survive tonight.

A relaxing evening watching a movie with the orphan.

He Zhonghe felt that this was like a curse.

In the future, this word will no longer be used when Kaimai and his stinking teammates spray each other.

So now he wants to use some other words to curse people.

What the hell are you looking for!

"I think this is the one that minors must watch with adults." He Zhonghe narrowed his eyes and said with difficulty, "Are you sure you're looking for a suspense movie and not a horror movie?"

"I don't know, it looks like I ordered this." Yan Sheng looked at the bloody camera without changing his face, and seemed to be eating potato chips happily. Those who didn't know thought it was a delicacy for dinner The show, "And I'm an adult."

"Then what about me!" The movie picture became more and more outrageous, He Zhonghe simply closed his eyes.

"Aren't I accompanying you?" Yan Sheng said.

"……Hold."

"Do you want me to cover your eyes?" Yan Sheng asked.

A provocative and crooked sentence, when it came out of his mouth, it completely changed its taste, full of sarcasm.

"Fucking thank you." He Zhonghe said, "Then people with heart disease can't watch it?"

Yan Sheng was stunned for a moment, and the casual beating tone was put away at once. He picked up the phone and quickly tapped to quit, "Forget about this."

"Forgive you." He Zhonghe waved his hand generously.

"Do you feel uncomfortable now?" Yan Sheng looked a little nervous.

"No." He Zhonghe smiled, "It's not that serious, I'm not a delicate flower."

"A delicate grass." Yan Sheng paused, "I searched for your disease before, and the complications vary from person to person, and it's difficult to heal. You have to...be careful yourself."

"I know the male mother." He Zhonghe copied a handful of hair, "I have a lot of gray hair because of poor health. I have been ridiculed by my classmates since I was a child. If I had normal black hair, I wouldn't dye it."

"Just dye it black," Yan Sheng said.

"That won't work. The white hair that has been dyed black will be more obvious when it grows out."

Yan Sheng didn't expect that he dyed his hair because of this.

People around him thought that he was seeking to be unconventional and deliberately make something eye-catching in school, but in fact he just wanted to reduce the traces of illness.

Yan Sheng felt a little sour|soft in his heart.

The unscrupulous little prickly head also has such a pitiful side.

He Zhonghe looked at Yan Sheng who was silent, not understanding what kind of meditation he was falling into.

Just as he was about to call him, Yan Sheng suddenly raised his hand and pressed He Zhonghe's head, stroking it randomly twice.

He Zhonghe was stunned.

The place on the top of the head is amazing, it feels quite comfortable after being touched like wiping the floor.

He couldn't help shrinking his neck.

Hey, it's even killing people by touching their heads!

"Do you know that something is wrong with you these past two days." He Zhonghe looked at him.

"I know." Yan Sheng didn't take his hand away, and pressed it twice.