guard stolen

Lin Juexiao heard this and looked down at Zhou Jinye.

Zhou Jinye's lips were tightly pursed, as if he was enduring the pain, the wound on his cheek was flushed, as if he had fainted out of bounds.

"Wait a moment."

Lin Juexiao took out an ice pack from the refrigerator, asked Zhou Jinye to sit beside him, and gently rubbed Zhou Jinye's red cheekbones with the ice pack, and his movements were quite skillful.

Gentle without being overwhelming.

While rubbing, he softly asked Zhou Jinye: "Does it hurt?"

Zhou Jinye raised his head, and this angle made him see Lin Juexiao's face more clearly, with a smooth and beautiful jaw line, a rounded and gentle nose tip, and those tender eyes.

The touch of his cheek was icy, and Zhou Jinye's Adam's apple was unconsciously pressed, as if emitting some strange heat.

Along with that, his ears also started to heat up, he was aware of it, but he still couldn't suppress the heat.

He suppressed his palpitations, pretending to be calm and said: "It doesn't hurt."

Lin Juexiao's ear was touched suddenly, and his fingers were cold from touching the ice pack.

But touching Zhou Jinye's ears had no cooling effect at all. Instead, he flicked, as if some switch had been lit, and his ears became even hotter.

He couldn't see it, but he also knew that his ears must be extremely red now.

"Jinye?" Lin Juexiao called his name suspiciously, and asked, "Are you hot?"

Zhou Jinye's voice was a little tense: "...No."

He heard his own unnatural voice, coughed a few times in embarrassment, and said in a normal voice, "It's not hot."

"Then why are your ears so red?" Lin Juexiao asked, "Your face is also quite red, because of those popular people?"

Zhou Jinye: "..."

He had no choice but to bite the bullet, lowered his head, and said softly, "En."

"OK OK."

Lin Juexiao patted his head again, "Don't be angry anymore, there's nothing to be angry with that kind of person. It's getting late now, let's pack up and go to bed, and we have class tomorrow."

The ice bag was put on the table by Lin Juexiao, because it melted, a puddle of ice water formed underneath, and the distance between him and Zhou Jinye was also widened, and the temperature on Zhou Jinye's face finally dropped.

Lin Juexiao asked again: "Did you take a bath in the dormitory?"

Zhou Jinye shook his head and said, "No."

The clothes on his body were a little messy because of the fight, Zhou Jinye shrugged his nose, as if he could smell the uncomfortable smell of sweat on his body, as well as the smell of smoke that he accidentally picked up.

Zhou Jinye's heart skipped a beat, and he didn't know if Lin Juexiao had heard it, but he might have smelled it if he was so close.

Did Lin Juexiao smell the stinky smell on him?

Zhou Jinye's expression changed, he walked faster, said "Then I'll take a shower first", and hurried to his bedroom to get a change of clothes.

After Zhou Jinye entered the bathroom, Lin Juexiao sighed and walked towards the balcony with his mobile phone.

He called Zhou Yuchen, and it was rare for Zhou Yuchen to answer the phone very quickly today—"Hi, Juexiao, what's the matter?"

Zhou Yuchen guessed that he had just finished socializing, but he was still conscious, so he asked with his tongue out.

"Yuchen." Lin Juexiao hesitated for a moment, but still said, "Jinye got into a fight at school today."

Zhou Yuchen exclaimed, "Did Zhou Jinye fight?"

He asked subconsciously: "Is it causing trouble for you? How about I bring him back? Anyway, he is almost an adult when he lives in school. It should be okay if I take him with him?"

"That's not what it means." Lin Juexiao covered her head, which was hurt by the wind, "I didn't mean that he troubled me, nor did I mean that I didn't want to take care of him."

Lin Juexiao propped his chin, and said slowly: "Besides, he had an argument with the people in the dormitory. I don't plan to let him live on campus."

"I just feel—"

Lin Juexiao's voice floated a little far in the air: "I'm not his real brother after all, and he won't tell me many things. After all, children still kiss people who are related by blood."

Zhou Yuchen asked clearly: "You mean you want me to spend more time with him?"

"Ah."

Zhou Yuchen thought for a while and said, "Okay, when I come back from this business trip, I'll bring him some gifts and talk to him by the way."

He paused: "But I'll trouble you first."

Zhou Jinye took a shower very quickly, and he came out of the bathroom not long after, and Lin Juexiao just finished his phone call.

He walked back from the balcony, smiled at Zhou Jinye and said, "Wash so quickly? Then go to bed first, go to bed early."

Lin Juexiao looked at Zhou Jinye's wet hair again, and said: "Remember to dry your hair before going to sleep, otherwise you will catch a cold easily."

Zhou Jinye wiped his hair with a towel, and replied softly: "Got it."

He was wearing pajamas, and his tight calves were exposed to the air. It must be said that Zhou Jinye's body proportions were excellent.

Lin Juexiao took one more look and said, "Then I'm going to take a shower first."

When he came out of the shower, he found that the light in Zhou Jinye's room was still on, probably because he was still drying his hair.

Lin Juexiao thought for a while, helped Zhou Jinye make a glass of milk, knocked on his door, and waited for a response from inside before he opened the door and walked in.

Just as he thought, Zhou Jinye was blowing his hair, it seemed that his expression was impatient because he hadn't dried it after blowing for a long time.

Hearing Lin Juexiao's voice, he turned off the hair dryer, and the scorching wind stopped abruptly.

He turned his head, his expression was a bit astonished: "...Brother Jue Xiao, what's wrong?"

Lin Juexiao smiled gently and said, "It's okay, I'll come over and bring you a glass of milk."

This was Lin Juexiao's random excuse. During his short time with Zhou Jinye, he found that boys of Zhou Jinye's age were easy to understand.

All emotions were clearly written on his face. Today, when he saw Zhou Jinye, he knew that he was really depressed.

It was probably during the quarrel that I thought of something sad.

Not long after Zhou Jinye's mother passed away unexpectedly, someone picked up the wound clearly.

Zhou Jinye never said a word that he was sad or in a bad mood, but Lin Juexiao keenly noticed that Zhou Jinye seemed to be secretly... acting like a baby with him tonight.

Probably because he regarded him as a reliable adult, Lin Juexiao thought about it, and felt that Zhou Jinye might really need to be comforted and coaxed.

Lin Juexiao reached out and put the milk cup on the table, just in time to see the camera bag on the table.

He picked a topic to chat with Zhou Jinye: "Do you like photography?"

A SLR is not cheap, and with the camera function of mobile phones now, if you don’t like photography, few people will buy a SLR specifically.

Zhou Jinye's eyes fell silently on the black SLR bag, he nodded, and replied slowly: "Yes."

He wanted this SLR very much at the time, but now he doesn't even have the courage to touch the camera. He only dares to take the SLR with him, as if keeping a memory that goes with him like a shadow.

For a while, when Zhou Jinye closed his eyes, his screen was filled with bright red—he saw a beautiful and exquisite woman lying on the ward, with tubes inserted all over her body.

Under his own eyes, the skin gradually lost its luster, and Zhou Jinye knew that her life was passing by in the last bit.

Zhou Jinye in the dream wanted to shout, but it seemed to overlap with reality. He couldn't do anything, he could only stand in the safe passage of the hospital, smelling the smell of disinfectant, and raised his hand to cover his sore eyes.

In a daze, Zhou Jinye suddenly said what he was holding down in his heart: "This DSLR—is the last gift my mother gave me."

The air suddenly became silent, Lin Juexiao was speechless for a while, and the boy's eye circles were a little secretly red.

No matter how mature Zhou Jinye is, he is still only a half-grown boy.

Lin Juexiao could only raise his hand and run along Zhou Jinye's back comfortingly. He heard Zhou Jinye's voice again, very astringent, as if mixed with gravel: "But I... dare not use it."

This is the first time Zhou Jinye has shown such a fragile side in front of others since the incident happened.

Even at the funeral, he has been standing upright, because his mother once said - "Zhou Jinye, boys should not cry."

So Zhou Jinye didn't cry.

Lin Juexiao didn't speak, as if he was given time to calm down. When he spoke again, his already gentle voice sounded ten thousand times gentler than before.

"Jinye, I'm not very good at comforting people." Lin Juexiao said, "I don't want you to think that I am comforting you, because I think you might not like me to see this side of you."

Lin Juexiao thought for a while, and continued: "You don't need to go forward, you have to look back, but you can't stay where you are forever."

Zhou Jinye was stunned, people all over the world were telling him "don't be so sad, be sad", but Lin Juexiao told him "it's okay to be sad, but you can't be sad all the time".

Lin Juexiao paused: "Your mother knows you like photography, so that's why she bought you this SLR."

"—You can use a SLR to record your steps, such as the college entrance examination, every trip, and even marriage and childbirth, although these sound far away."

"But Jinye—" Lin Juexiao and Zhou Jinye looked at each other with gentle eyes, "Your mother will see it."

Zhou Jinye seemed to have suddenly lost his ability to speak, but strangely, the thing that had been stuck in his heart for a month was suddenly relieved, like a barren desert finally blooming delicate flowers.

He understood Lin Juexiao's meaning, Zhou Jinye suddenly stretched out his hand and hugged Lin Juexiao's waist.

Lin Juexiao didn't resist, and let him hug him tightly. Zhou Jinye lowered his eyes and buried his head on Lin Juexiao's shoulder and neck.

Like a traveler looking for an oasis.

Lin Juexiao's body was warm, wrapped in the fragrance of shower gel, which had the same smell as his body.

It was a very simple hug, Zhou Jinye was like a child looking for comfort, Lin Juexiao lowered his head, his comforting movements were poor, he only patted Zhou Jinye's back lightly.

On the first day Zhou Jinye came to Ningcheng, he thought about whether it was the right choice for him to come to this completely unfamiliar city alone to meet his relatives whom he had no memory of.

Now that he has found the answer, Zhou Jinye said with certainty——this choice is right.

The author says:

There should be another one tonight

This chapter should be repaired. I am not satisfied with the writing, but I still sent it out first.