The gentleman, he is spoiled

After arriving at Peking University, someone naturally led the way for Qiao Huan. When he arrived at the computer room, Qiao Huan looked inside through the glass. There were only a few students inside, but there was no one he wanted to see. The most important thing was Yin Shuyu. Even sitting inside, he frowned, opened the door and went in.

There was a lot of noise when the door was pushed, and everyone in the computer room looked sideways. Some girls' eyeballs were almost glued to Qiao Huan's body. It's just that everyone has a love of beauty, and it's pleasing to look at more , but the premise is that this "scenery" can not emit such a cold air, and the back of the person watching it will feel chills.

"Why are you here?" Qiao Huan looked at Yin Shuyu and asked.

"Accompany him to class." Yin Shuyu pouted his chin and gestured to Lu Qiubei, who was seriously typing the code next to him.

"Where's Liangcheng?" Qiao Huan didn't say any unnecessary nonsense, and stared at Lu Qiubei with two blade-like eyes.

To be honest, for a moment, Lu Qiubei was really overwhelmed by the gloomy aura of this man in front of him, and even wanted to stay away from him.

"Here...with Professor Yan next door." Lu Qiubei stammered a little, "He's fine, I've been by his side all the time."

"I don't need you." Qiao Huan said coldly, then gave him an extra look, turned around and left.

"Damn," Lu Qiubei suddenly ignited a small flame in his chest, "what kind of anger is he with me?"

"It's okay, don't talk to him." Yin Shuyu patted the back of his hand, suspected of taking advantage of the opportunity.

"I think it's the last thing to talk to you," Lu Qiubei withdrew his hand, "Let's go."

"How can you turn your face faster than flipping a book?" Yin Shuyu smiled, "Hey, what time is there no class, I'll take you to eat something, I haven't moved my nest all afternoon, are you hungry?"

"You also know that you've been sitting here with me all afternoon, and your injury hasn't healed yet, so what are you doing?" Lu Qiubei rolled his eyes at him.

"Isn't it because you're afraid that you won't see me and miss me?" Yin Shuyu said with a smile.

"You still have to be shameless." Lu Qiubei really wanted to give him a pestle, so he raised his arms, then pressed them back down, and subconsciously glanced at the injured part of his lower abdomen.

"Honestly, are you hungry or not, or I'll go buy some for you first." Yin Shuyu said.

"Brother, look who is eating in this computer room." Lu Qiubei said helplessly.

"If they want to eat, they can go together," Yin Shuyu said.

"Okay, let's go out to eat when I save the file." Lu Qiubei waved his hand.

"What do you want to eat? I'll ask someone to book a restaurant." Yin Shuyu said as he picked up his phone.

"I want to eat cold noodles baked with pancakes and fruits. You can order it from someone." Lu Qiubei looked at the young master of the rich family in a leisurely manner.

"Who... who can order this thing?" Yin Shuyu asked.

"Meituan." Lu Qiubei said with a smile.

Yin Shuyu didn't react.

"Stupid," Lu Qiubei couldn't hold back his laughter, "Who did you order from this roadside stall? Of course we walked to buy it by ourselves, young master."

Yin Shuyu also smiled faintly along with him.

......

On the other side, Qiao Huan walked to the door of the computer room next door. There was only Wen Liangcheng himself inside. Yan Wenhua didn't know where he was. He wanted to push the door and go in, but after thinking about it for a long time, he decided to just take a look outside. As if Wen Liangcheng had sensed him, he looked up at the door, and could clearly feel that Wen Liangcheng's eyes regained a lot of anger in an instant.

Qiao Huan actually felt a little nervous being stared at by him, so he tentatively smiled at him.

Wen Liangcheng was startled, the corners of his mouth raised slightly, and he also smiled faintly, the light from the window was stained between his brows and eyes, which seemed to outline a layer of gold.

Qiao Huan was stunned, and for the first time had the naive idea of ​​protecting a person's smile.

"There's no need to check." Qiao Huan picked up the phone and said to the other side.

He wants to know him, wants to understand him, from his mouth, not a lot of cold words from others.

In the next few days, Wenliang City seemed to be isolated from others. At school, he stayed alone in the computer room, and even when he came home, he locked himself in the room as soon as he entered the door. Sometimes the reply on WeChat was a kind of one-word collapse. It was as if he had locked himself suddenly.

Qiao Huan looked distressed and worried, and slept on the floor in front of his room almost every night.

Until that night, when he just came back from buying ingredients outside, he found the door of Wenliangcheng's room was open. After entering, he saw that no one was there. Afterwards, he found that the balcony door was closed, and Wen Liangcheng was standing with his back turned.

"Liangcheng?" Qiao Huan called him.

Wen Liangcheng turned around subconsciously, the flickering cigarette butt in his hand was glowing red, and a wisp of white smoke was scattered in the black night like silk with the cool wind.

The two of them stared at each other through the glass for a long time.

Wen Liangcheng reacted and threw the cigarette in his hand on the ground almost instantly. The word bewildered was vividly reflected in him. Finally, he pinched his brows as if accepting his fate, and turned his back again.

Qiao Huan's eyes were red. Across a door, he could feel the powerlessness of his little friend after struggling desperately. Qiao Huan took a deep breath, pushed open the balcony door, and stood side by side with him, looking at this The lights of thousands of houses in the city.

The two stood there quietly for a long time, and the occasional gust of night wind messed up their hair.

"The wind is cool." Qiao Huan took off his coat and put it on Wen Liangcheng, his voice was already hoarse.

Wen Liangcheng lowered his head, and after a while, his shoulders began to shake, and he sobbed very softly.

Hearing this sound, Qiao Huan felt as if a big hole had been dug in his heart, feeling empty and uncomfortable. He glanced at the cigarette case next to him, took out one from it, lit it, took a puff and slowly spit it out.

"Here, my children don't need to be so sensible, they don't need to face everything by themselves, and they don't need to be patient." Qiao Huan's fingers trembling as he pinched the cigarette, "Liangcheng, just be a bad boy unscrupulously. "

After finishing speaking, Qiao Huan took out another cigarette from the cigarette case and handed it to Wen Liangcheng.

Finally, it was no longer a soft sob, he cried out as if venting, there were too many emotions hidden in it, and the most was the pain in his heart, which was heart-wrenching to hear.

Qiao Huan took off his glasses, and the corners of his eyes were already wet. In fact, he already knew that Wenliangcheng was not as carefree and nervous as he appeared on the surface. As far as he knew from Lu Qiubei, his mother was very nervous when he just entered junior high school. Passed away, and his father, who has never been mentioned by him, must have never been by his side, going around for so many years, but he survived alone, earning money to support himself, and eating alone , Sleeping alone, facing the pain of losing a loved one alone. In the past few years, his children have come here alone.

Thinking about it this way, he couldn't imagine how much pain was accumulated in his heart, and he couldn't empathize with it. Some only had the distress that was about to overflow from his heart.

"Huan...Brother Huan." Wen Liangcheng cried and called him.

"Here," Qiao Huan opened his arms with a smile, his eyes blushing, "hug."

Wen Liangcheng burst into tears and plunged into Qiao Huan's arms, holding him tightly with both arms. After finding support, he cried even more unscrupulously, and his voice became hoarse.

......

I don't know how long I hugged and cried like this, until he could hardly cry anymore. In the end, the two of them sat side by side on the floor tiles of the balcony, looking up at the few stars in the sky.

Qiao Huan lit another cigarette, took a puff and handed it to Wen Liangcheng, "Here."

Wen Liangcheng hesitated for a moment, and finally took it, holding it in his mouth and smoking it.

Qiao Huan looked sideways, holding a cigarette between his two fair and slender fingers, because when he raised his head, the beautiful jawline stretched to connect with the slender neck, and white smoke was blowing out from his rosy lips, he saw a different warm and cool city, Sexy and seductive.

"It was my dad's birthday that day," Wen Liangcheng said, "I bought a cake to visit him."

Qiao Huan didn't make a sound and listened quietly.

"Do you know where I can go to see him?" Wen Liangcheng stared at the brightest star in the sky.

"Is it the same place as my mother?" Qiao Huan said, he guessed that Wen Liangcheng said so, his father may have passed away

"No." Wen Liangcheng shook his head.

Qiao Huan frowned.

"Chengxi Prison," Wen Liangcheng said with a wry smile, "my dad is...a murderer."