branch forest

The rain was getting heavy, and Gu Zhilin had to hide under a building to avoid the rain.

He patted the rainwater splashed on his body, and looked up at the cloudy sky.

People on the side of the road came and went in a hurry, all hurried on the road with their heads down in embarrassment.

Gu Zhilin sighed and became stunned.

He was still distracted when an umbrella appeared above his head.

Gu Zhilin looked up, but his sight was firmly blocked by the black umbrella.

For some unknown reason, his heart suddenly jumped up without warning, hitting his tympanic membrane again and again.

He turned around very slowly, with a kind of caution, even so, he still saw the person behind him.

The mountains are high and the water is long, and it has been a long time since we left.

That person was staring at him fiercely, his eyes reflected the light that was inevitable, he slowly opened the corners of his mouth, showing a carnivore-like smile, and then said to Gu Zhilin word by word: "Brother, I came back."

Gu Zhilin always remembered that afternoon.

It was a bit late for him to come out of the Wishing House, and it was the setting sun. The residual heat of noon still lingered in the air, and the warm sunlight hit the white shirt, creating a halo of fuzziness.

As he walked slowly, he raised his hand to wipe the thin sweat from his forehead.

When passing by the flowers at the door, the phlox was in full bloom.

Gu Zhilin passed through the flowers lightly, walked into the living room with a fragrance all over his body, and a figure came into sight.

He was sitting on the sofa with his head bowed. From Gu Zhilin's angle, he could only see his bluish-black hair. His hands were clenched on his knees awkwardly. tense state.

It's a child, who could it be?Gu Zhilin leaned forward in confusion and took a closer look.

The sound of his footsteps echoed in the empty living room, the child heard the sound, moved, and then slowly raised his head.

Gu Zhilin saw a pair of eyes.

It was like a river flowing silently underground at night, tumbling with deep blackness.

Even though he was only a half-grown child, he couldn't hide the look in his eyes like a lone wolf.

The child was staring at him closely, and Gu Zhilin was a little suffocated by the gaze. He stared wide-eyed and stood there blankly.

The evening wind blew, blowing Gu Zhilin's forehead hair, warm and soft, mixed with the fragrance of oleander.

Gu Zhilin's mother came from the side, stroked his shoulders, and said softly, "Xiao Zhi, this is Huo Chengfeng. For some reason, he will live in our house, and he will be your younger brother from now on."

He looked up, looked at his mother's lips, and didn't react.

younger brother?

Then turned to look at the sofa.

After watching for a while, the child sitting there lowered his head, and his long eyelashes drooped down, covering the contents of his eyes.

Gu Zhilin didn't recover until dinner time.

Because of the child, the mother specially cooked some more dishes, Gu Zhilin ate absent-mindedly, and secretly glanced at the child sitting beside him.

The child was trying to pick a broccoli into the bowl, but because he was too nervous, he tried several times without success, and finally fell out of the bowl and rolled away.

He let go of the chopsticks in his hands helplessly, pursed his lips, and looked at the bowl in front of him in embarrassment.

Gu Zhilin clearly saw that his hand under the table was quietly clenching the corner of his clothes.

He's just a child, he thought, and the corner of his mouth couldn't help pulling a slight curve.

Gu Zhilin reached out, picked up the dish in front of him, put it in the bowl of the person next to him, and smiled gently when the child looked up at him.

The other party was stunned for a moment, his eyes flashed in disbelief, then quickly lowered his head, clenched his chopsticks again, and silently ate the food in the bowl.

But the hand holding the corner of the clothes gradually loosened.

Gu Zhilin blinked, it was the first time that he felt that eating dinner was such an interesting thing.

In the evening, Gu Zhilin's mother arranged Huo Chengfeng in the room next to him, just separated by a wall.

When Gu Zhilin came out of the shower, he saw that the door was not closed, the dim light from the corridor came in, and an elongated shadow was cast on the floor along the gap.

Gu Zhilin dried his wet hair with a towel around his neck, and walked towards the door.

While holding the doorknob with his left hand, he saw the person standing outside the door.

The kid named Huo Chengfeng stood outside the door, facing Gu Zhilin, staring at him with piercing black eyes, without saying a word.

Because of the hasty preparations, he was wearing Gu Zhilin's old pajamas, which didn't fit well, with the neckline open and hanging loosely.

Gu Zhilin was stunned for a moment.

He stopped the hand he was wiping, walked forward, and after hesitating for a while, he still put his arms around the child's shoulders.The child's height was still a bit behind him, so Gu Zhilin had no choice but to bend down so that his line of sight was level with that of the person in front of him.

He tried his best to soften his tone, and said, "Your name is Huo Chengfeng, right? Can I call you Xiaofeng? I'm five years older than you, so you should call me brother."

There was no response.

Gu Zhilin was at a loss for words, he waited, tilted his head into the room, then turned around and said, "Do you want to sleep with brother?"

The child stared at him with turbulent eyes, turned around suddenly, and ran back to his room.

Gu Zhilin was stunned by this sudden action, he looked at the figure that disappeared from sight, said "Okay" helplessly, and then went back to his room holding the towel.

When the toes were about to touch the edge of the bed, Gu Zhilin heard footsteps behind him.

He turned around and saw the child standing behind him holding a pillow, his lips were tightly pressed, and his eyes were shining brightly under the light.

Gu Zhilin was taken aback for a moment, then slowly smiled, with a small dimple looming on his lips.

What a lovely boy, he thought.

When he was about to fall asleep, Gu Zhilin faintly heard a rustling sound, and then something not very soft got into his palm and held Gu Zhilin's right hand tightly.

In the dimness, a murmur sounded in his ear, accompanied by the sound of shallow breathing, "Brother", someone shouted in his ear.

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