Junior Bamboo Horse is a squeamish beauty

Kuang Mu was awakened by Ji Xiaohuan in a daze, he rubbed his eyes, looked up at Ji Xiaohuan with red eyes.

"Here we are, come down." Ji Xiaohuan had already taken all the luggage out of the car, stood at the door and bent over to look at Kuang Mu.

The sunlight streamed into the car along the outside of the car door, Ji Xiaohuan stood against the light, looking at Kuang Mu faintly.

His figure is tall and tall, which just blocked a shadow on Kuang Mu's body. Only half of the sun fell on Ji Xiaohuan's right cheek, illuminating his hair, ears, and even his sharp eyes. They all turned light brown, looking good like a boy in a manga.

Kuang Mu stared at this scene as soon as he opened his eyes, and was instantly stunned. He stared blankly at Ji Xiaohuan, his cheeks were hot, and his eyes gradually changed from sleepy to clear.

For a moment, he couldn't tell whether he was in a dream or in reality.

Ji Xiaohuan frowned, and repeated in a low voice: "Get out of the car."

Kuang Mu's eyes flickered, and then he came back to his senses as if he had just woken up from a dream. He quickly lowered his head, his neck was red, he raised his hands hesitantly in a daze, and then remembered to turn sideways to get the crutches in the seat.

The crutches were placed a little far away, and Kuang Mu had to stretch his waist to get them. He leaned forward on the seat, and the corner of his clothes slid upwards slightly, exposing a portion of the skin around his waist.

Kuang Mu's waist was narrow and white, it was like a side knife when straightened, and there was a shallow dimple on the side of his waist, which seemed to be able to hold a spring of water.

A ray of sunlight shone on his waist from the gap in the car door, making his skin even more delicate and flawless, so white that it was a bit dazzling, and even the fine hairs on the skin could be seen.

Ji Xiaohuan squinted his eyes as he looked at that place, and tapped the luggage bar with his fingers.

Kuang Mu got the crutches and poked his head out of the car. He was not yet proficient in using the crutches. As soon as he stepped out of the car, the crutches slipped and he was about to fall on his face, scaring Kuang Mu. With a pale face, he raised his hand and grabbed Ji Xiaohuan's arm.

Ji Xiaohuan glanced at him indifferently, but stretched out his arms to let Kuang Mu support them.

Kuang Mu rubbed his feet on the ground twice before he could stand still. He raised his eyes and found that the car was parked in a neighborhood he had never been to.

Kuang Mu grabbed Ji Xiaohuan's wrist and said to him: "This is not my home."

After speaking, Kuang Mu immediately turned back to look for a taxi.

"Well, it's my home." Ji Xiaohuan pushed Kuang Mu's luggage to the side of the road with a calm voice.

Kuang Mu's back froze instantly, he turned around slowly, looked at Ji Xiaohuan with bright black eyes, and stood tense on the spot, motionless.

All the apartments in this community are two-storey connected apartment villas, and the elevators go directly to each apartment. Ji Xiaohuan pushed Kuang Mu's luggage into the elevator, and looked back at Kuang Mu from a distance.

His chin nodded towards the elevator, and he said, "Let's go?"

Only then did Kuang Mu come to his senses, he sniffed, and hurried to Ji Xiaohuan's side.

Although it was only a short distance, Kuang Mu was not used to using crutches, he staggered around and stopped, and when he came to Ji Xiaohuan's side, he was slightly out of breath.

Kuang Mu stood beside Ji Xiaohuan, looking at Ji Xiaohuan with a red face, he opened his mouth as if he wanted to speak, but he hesitated to speak.

Ji Xiaohuan seemed to know what he wanted to ask, he walked up the elevator first, pressed his finger on the floor, and answered directly: "The hospital is too far away from your home, so I asked the driver to drive to my home first."

Kuang Mu immediately followed into the elevator and said softly, "Okay."

Then he poked his head out from behind Ji Xiaohuan, his big beautiful eyes fixed on the floor that Ji Xiaohuan pressed with his fingertips.

The elevator stopped on the eighth floor, and as soon as the door opened, Kuang Mu followed Ji Xiaohuan out.

Ji Xiaohuan's house is very big, but the decoration is very simple.

The living room is gray and minimalist, with a pure black sofa in the middle, a coffee table and a TV in front, and nothing else, the whole room looks empty.

But when Kuang Mu saw this scene, his body froze in place, unable to move.

The arrangement of furniture in this room is exactly the same as Ji Xiaohuan's home, even the color of the sofa is exactly the same.

When they were young, Kuang Mu and Ji Xiaohuan always liked to lie on the sofa and eat while watching TV, so they would pull the coffee table very close to the sofa, so that they could reach the snacks and trash cans on the coffee table with just one lift of their hands. Right next to the sofa.

This way of arrangement is not beautiful, Ji Mingyi said several times that it doesn't work, but then he simply ignored it.

And now Ji Xiaohuan's family is like this...

The coffee table is very close to the sofa, and the trash can is placed next to the sofa.

Kuang Mu stared at the black sofa with flickering eyes. At that moment, the memories of the past poured into his heart like an injection into the artery along his blood.

In winter, Kuang Mu is afraid of the cold, so when watching cartoons, he has to drag Ji Xiaohuan together, the two of them are covered with a blanket, Ji Xiaohuan lazily leans against the armrest of the sofa, and Kuang Mu curls up and cuddles against him Warm yourself.

Kuang Mu likes to watch childish cartoons for children, but Ji Xiaohuan doesn't like them at all. Every time Ji Xiaohuan watches them, he becomes drowsy, and then he is woken up by Kuang Mu angrily. He straightened up and pretended to be watching seriously, but he continued to fall asleep within a few minutes.

This cycle went on and on, and they spent nine years like this.

Kuang Mu's nose got sore when he thought of this, and he turned around.

Sensing the movement, Ji Xiaohuan looked back at Kuang Mu, and found that Kuang Mu had his back to him, shoulders slumped, looking at the wall as if facing a wall, wondering why he was in a daze.

Ji Xiaohuan didn't have time to ponder Kuang Mu's thoughts, he pushed Kuang Mu's luggage aside, and said, "Change your place in a daze, and stand there blocking the elevator door."

Kuang Mu shuddered and looked back at the elevator with red eyes.

As expected, the elevator door had not been closed all the time, Kuang Mu rubbed his nose, moved forward in a small step, obediently hung his hands by his sides, and stopped at a loss.

It was the first time he came to Ji Xiaohuan's house, he was very reserved and didn't know what to do.

Ji Xiaohuan washed his hands, came out to look at Kuang Mu's red eyes, and frowned unobtrusively.

He didn't remember what happened to offend Kuang Mu just now, but he knew Kuang Mu's character. If he didn't speak, Kuang Mu would probably be able to stand like a wooden stake for a day, so Ji Xiaohuan pointed to the sofa and said, "Sit down." Bar."

Kuang Mu then slowly moved to the sofa. He bent down and sat on the sofa when he suddenly moved behind him and heard a sharp cry.

"Meow!"

Kuang Mu was startled, and immediately stood up and backed away again and again, his legs hit the coffee table behind him, staggered twice, and sat down on the coffee table.

Ji Xiaohuan chuckled lightly as he stood beside him, walked over and grabbed a handful from the sofa, and brought out a black cat.

That black cat was so dark that even its eyeballs were black. The whole cat nestled on the sofa and blended with the sofa, so it was hard to be found.

Now the cat is huddled in Ji Xiaohuan's arms, with a pair of eyes staring straight at Kuang Mu, the uninvited guest, and Kuang Mu's back feels chills when he looks at it with narrow and long pupils.

"It's called Xiaobai, and it's a stray cat I picked up." Ji Xiaohuan raised his hand and scratched the cat's chin, Xiaobai immediately half-closed his eyes, and tilted his chin a little enjoying himself.

Kuang Mu looked the cat up and down, and repeated in a low voice: "Xiaobai?"

The name really doesn't fit the black cat.

"It wasn't mine, it was someone else's name." Ji Xiaohuan touched Xiaobai's head, bent down and put it on the ground, Xiaobai fled away as soon as his four feet touched the ground, his movements were very vigorous .

After Ji Xiaohuan finished speaking, he turned around and began to pack his things, then walked into the kitchen to prepare dinner for the evening.

When Ji Xiaohuan was cooking, there were several times when Kuang Mu wanted to go in to help, but because his legs were not healed, it was inconvenient for him to move around, so it got in the way.

Later, he simply sat on the chair by the dining table and quietly looked into the kitchen. The angle of view there was just right, and Ji Xiaohuan could be seen busy in the kitchen through the hazy frosted glass.

It was originally a very warm scene, but Kuang Mu was a little absent-minded.

Until Ji Xiaohuan cooked dinner, Kuang Mu was thinking about who the "other" Ji Xiaohuan was talking about.

Who named Xiaobai?

Kuang Mu's dinner is very simple, Ji Xiaohuan prepared a bowl of porridge for him, and a small bun with tender skin, but Kuang Mu still had a hard time eating this little thing.

With the bun in his mouth, he looked back at Xiao Bai again.

Xiaobai is also eating, lying in front of the lunch box, wishing to eat more than Kuang Mu.

Kuang Mu pondered in his heart, he thought that Xiaobai should be young, probably only one or two years old, could it be that Ji Xiaohuan's ex-girlfriend lived with him, and the two raised a cat together?

Once this idea came into being, the more I thought about it, the more reasonable it became.

Kuang Mu began to fidget, looking at every item in the room felt very obtrusive, and couldn't even take a bite of the rice, and kept stirring the porridge with a spoon in his hand.

Ji Xiaohuan had already finished his meal, but he didn't get up, but sat on his seat without saying a word and watched Kuang Mu's performance of what it means to be unable to swallow.

A small mouthful of steamed stuffed bun Kuang Mu can be chewed ten times in his mouth, but his mouth is still bulging, and his big eyes are looking around, like a curious cat, looking at everything in the room.

Eventually Ji Xiaohuan couldn't take it anymore, he stood up and picked up the porridge in front of Kuang Mu, went to the kitchen, heated the porridge in the microwave for more than a minute, brought it out and put it on Kuang Mu's face with a bang. before.

"Eat slowly, I'll see how long you can eat."

Ji Xiaohuan half leaned on the dining table, looking down at Kuang Mu.

Kuang Mu felt a little guilty under Ji Xiaohuan's staring gaze. He looked up at Ji Xiaohuan, held the porridge in both hands, and took a big mouthful of the porridge, but unexpectedly found that the porridge became much better. It's hard to swallow anymore.

Ji Xiaohuan actually added a spoonful of honey to the porridge, making it sweet and refreshing.

Kuang Mu's shoulders shook, he poured all the porridge into his mouth, and swallowed it.

He put down the bowl, Ji Xiaohuan's eyes were watery.

He really couldn't eat that bun.

Kuang Mu seldom eats at night, but now he is already bloated after drinking a bowl of porridge. If he eats another steamed stuffed bun, he will vomit.

Ji Xiaohuan seemed to be able to guess what he was thinking, he didn't say anything, he picked up the bowls and chopsticks and walked into the kitchen, Xiaobai also followed.

Kuang Mu heard Ji Xiaohuan talking to Xiaobai: "You go out first, things are messy here."

He spoke softer to a cat than to Kuang Mu.

When Kuang Mu heard this, his mind trembled slightly, and he clasped the corner of the table unconsciously.

Xiaobai meowed, as if he could understand human words, he walked out of the kitchen gracefully, gave Kuang Mu a sideways look, raised his tail high, turned his head and walked away proudly.

There was the sound of washing dishes in the kitchen, and Kuang Mu stood up with his hands on the table and walked into the kitchen.

He was afraid that entering the kitchen would hinder Ji Xiaohuan's affairs, so he just stood by the door, holding the door frame with his hands and looking inside.

Ji Xiaohuan was standing by the pool, his sleeves were rolled up to his wrists, his arms were well muscled, and his bones were as slender as a thin green bamboo.

Water splashed down his hands. He held the plate in one hand and the white towel in the other. He ran his fingers around the plate, caressed it, and then rubbed it on the dirty place. In a blink of an eye, the plate was as white as ever.

Ji Xiaohuan picked up another dry towel, wrapped the plate in the towel and rubbed it.

Kuang Mu didn't know what was wrong with him, it was obviously a normal action, but his face was hot, as if the hands were not rubbing the plate, but rubbing him.

What's worse is that he thought of that night, when Ji Xiaohuan held him in his arms and applied medicine to him, those hot hands rubbed his waist...

Kuang Mu's whole body seemed to have been electrified. He shook his body and immediately retracted his body to hide.

Hearing the commotion outside, Ji Xiaohuan glanced back and stopped what he was doing: "What are you doing?"

There was a rustle outside the door, and I saw Kuang Mu come in with a blushing face and poked his head. He stood at the door and hesitated for a while, then leaned on the wall and walked to him, pretending to be calm and said, "I'll wash these." Bar."

After finishing speaking, Kuang Mu rolled up his sleeves, intending to take the bowl from Ji Xiaohuan's hand.

In fact, he thought it was very simple, since Ji Xiaohuan cooked the dinner, he couldn't let Ji Xiaohuan wash the dishes, he couldn't make Ji Xiaohuan feel that he was useless at all.

But as soon as Kuang Mu's hand touched Ji Xiaohuan's, it felt as if he had been scalded by a soldering iron. His fingertips felt numb for a while, and he immediately withdrew his hand. The side of the leg rubbed.

Ji Xiao didn't intend to ask Kuang Mu to wash the dishes at all, he put the dishes in his hand on the shelf and said, "You can't even stand upright now, go out first."

Kuang Mu lowered his head, his hairy head was right under Ji Xiaohuan's nose, and he whispered, "I won't fall."

Ji Xiaohuan ignored him, raised his arm and felt that Kuang Mu was in the way, he moved his body to the side, and said to Kuang Mu: "Go out and play with Xiaobai if you have nothing to do."

As soon as Xiaobai was mentioned, Kuangmu refused to move again. He lowered his head and bit his lower lip, his Adam's apple moved slightly: "The name Xiaobai...who came up with it?"

Ji Xiaohuan kept moving his hands, and said lightly, "Didn't I just say that? Someone else started it."

"Who is the other person?" Kuang Mu asked again.

The movements of Ji Xiaohuan's hands froze for a moment, and he turned his head to look at Kuang Mu: "Others are others, as for who that person is......"

Ji Xiaohuan said that he stopped here for a few seconds, and Kuang Mu also raised his head, staring at Ji Xiaohuan intently.

Ji Xiaohuan raised his hand and put the plate on the shelf, picked up another plate, and continued in a flat tone: "It should have nothing to do with you."

Kuang Mu's face turned cold all of a sudden, he drooped his eyes, turned and walked out of the kitchen without saying a word.

Even if this matter was brought over by Ji Xiaohuan, when Ji Xiaohuan went out after washing the dishes, he saw Kuang Mu sitting on the sofa in a daze, staring at a certain place in front of him seriously.

Ji Xiaohuan followed his gaze and found that Kuang Mu was looking at the photo on the TV cabinet.

There is only one photo in Ji Xiaohuan's house, which is a photo of him and Ji Mingyi.

Ji Xiaohuan in the photo is already 15 years old. He is in adolescence, which is the time when he looks handsome, while Ji Mingyi has become thin due to the torture of depression. His cheekbones are protruding and his eye sockets are deeply sunken. He faces the camera Laughing very reluctantly.

Such Ji Mingyi is completely different from the handsome and gentle man in Kuang Mu's impression.

That was the last photo of Ji Xiaohuan and Ji Mingyi together, not long after Ji Mingyi committed suicide.

Ji Xiaohuan went straight over, flipped the group photo upside down on the table, turned his head and looked at Kuang Mu coldly, but when he met Kuang Mu's big bright eyes, the ice in Ji Xiaohuan's eyes was unconscious A lot of it melted.

Kuang Mu's eyes were pure and clear, he was not angry or sad because of Ji Xiaohuan's actions, but he still kept the same gaze as before, just looking at Ji Xiaohuan like that,

Kuang Mu understood what Ji Xiaohuan meant, but anyone who involved the Ji family and the Kuang family was a taboo between him and Ji Xiaohuan, as long as they didn't break the superficial friendship, they might still be able to maintain the superficial friendship, once it was broken, it would be like releasing a The monster left all the flesh and bones they ate.

So it's better not to mention it.

"You should go home."

"it's raining outside......."

At this time, the voices of two people sounded at the same time.

The rain outside the window was loud, accompanied by one or two lightning bolts from time to time, which could be heard clearly even inside the house.

Kuang Mu was stunned, he looked at Ji Xiaohuan, the light in his eyes flickered and dimmed, he lowered his head for a long time and gave a thank you.

Kuang Mu didn't say much this time. He stood up and took the crutch beside the sofa. The technique he used was very unfamiliar, but he still stubbornly limped to his luggage and pushed the luggage with his hands.

But the embarrassing thing is that he still needs a cane and pushes his luggage, so he was in a mess for a while.

Kuang Mu didn't want to make himself look too embarrassed in front of Ji Xiaohuan, his eyes were red with anxiety, and he exerted force on his hand, but his foot was tripped by the crutches, and it happened to stumble on the place where he was sprained, Kuang Mu gasped Taking a breath of cold air, he threw himself forward, and was about to fall to the ground.

Ji Xiaohuan moved quickly, he rushed to Kuang Mu's side in two steps, held Kuang Mu's clothes in one hand, and pulled Kuang Mu up violently.

Kuang Mu felt dizzy and his crutch fell to the ground, and then he was hugged tightly by Ji Xiaohuan.

Kuang Mu's face was pressed against Ji Xiaohuan's chest, and when he realized what was going on, his little face was flushed red, but at this moment, there was an inappropriate tingling pain from his waist, which was as painful as an electric shock. Mu's toes were hooked tightly.

Kuang Mu's face paled, his fingers gripped Ji Xiaohuan's clothes, and he whispered, "Ji Xiaohuan, you're strangling my waist, it hurts..."

Ji Xiaohuan immediately let go of the strength in his hands, Kuang Mu's eyes were red, he squatted on the ground with his waist supported, his painful shoulders were trembling slightly.

Ji Xiaohuan looked down at Kuang Mu and felt a headache.

He felt that Kuang Mu was really a snow doll, not too fragile, not too cold or too hot, and he couldn't touch him hard anywhere, otherwise he would be broken, so he could only confess as a little ancestor.

Ji Xiaohuan closed his eyes and sighed, leaned over and helped Kuang Mu to the sofa, took a cushion for him to rest on, and then said flatly: "I'll make the bed for you, you sit here first."

Kuang Mu huddled softly on the sofa, his brows were originally furrowed because of the pain, but when he heard Ji Xiaohuan's words, his eyes immediately opened wide, blinking his long eyelashes and staring at Ji Xiaohuan. Xiaohuan.

He sat on the sofa and watched Ji Xiaohuan push his luggage into a bedroom, and then worked in it.

Hearing the thumping sound in the room, Kuang Mu couldn't bear it any longer. He dragged his injured leg crookedly to the guest room, and looked at Ji Xiaohuan with his hands on the door frame.

Ji Xiaohuan was changing the sheets for him with his sleeves rolled up. His movements were swift, he spread the sheets out in two strokes, leaned over the four corners of the bed and tucked the sheets, and then took out the thick quilt... ...

Kuang Mu stood at the door and stared at Ji Xiaohuan intently, his chest felt sore.

He really wanted time to stop at this moment so much that he didn't dare to take another look.

Kuang Mu silently withdrew his head, leaned his back against the wall and tried his best to adjust his breathing, then he sniffed, turned and walked into the room.

He admits that he is a young master with a bad temper and squeamishness, but he is not lazy at all, and he still has a little cleanliness.

In the past, Kuang Mu, the nanny at home, always looked down on him as a housekeeper. Over time, he cleaned his room himself, but now he has a habit of watching others do the cleaning, and he can't stay idle.

What's more, the person cleaning is Ji Xiaohuan, he doesn't want Ji Xiaohuan to be tired because of him.

So Kuang Mu limped in and squatted on the ground to pack his luggage. When Ji Xiaohuan saw him, he pulled Kuang Mu up and said with a frown, "Didn't I let you sit on the sofa?" .”

Kuang Mu felt aggrieved: "I want to help."

"What do you think you can do to help now." Ji Xiaohuan just finished spreading the quilt, he supported Kuang Mu's shoulders and made him sit on the bed, not allowing him to move any more.

Kuang Mu also obediently didn't move, he tilted his head and followed Ji Xiaohuan's gaze, his feet were hanging on the side of the bed, shaking slightly, kicking the wooden board under the bed from time to time, making a soft sound.

Ji Xiaohuan moved quickly, packed up all his things, picked up Xiaobai who was acting coquettish at his feet, and said to Kuang Mu: "You will sleep here tonight, if you feel uncomfortable, just call me."

After finishing speaking, Ji Xiaohuan turned around to leave, but was stopped by Kuang Mu.

"and many more."

Ji Xiaohuan raised his eyebrows: "What's wrong?"

Kuang Mu sat on the bed, put his hands on his knees, and squeezed them very tightly. He blushed and hesitated for a while, then raised his palms and stretched them out in front of Ji Xiaohuan.

In the palm of his hand was an ointment that was squeezed out of shape by him.

"The injury on my body hasn't healed yet. The doctor said that I need to apply medicine every day. Can you...can you help me?" Even though Kuang Muqiang pretended to be calm, he still said one sentence in an extremely uncomfortable way. His ears were blushing.

Ji Xiaohuan frowned, and looked at Kuang Mu with a pair of probing eyes. His eyes were sharp and gloomy. When he glanced at Kuang Mu, Kuang Mu felt uncomfortable, as if his dirty thoughts were in Ji Xiao There is nothing to hide in front of Huan.

"If you don't apply medicine, the injury will heal very slowly. I will go to school soon, and it will be very inconvenient to move..."

Kuang Mu gritted his teeth and continued, stubbornly forcing himself not to withdraw his hand, but to meet Ji Xiaohuan's gaze, waiting for his answer.

Ji Xiaohuan was silent for a while, then let go of Xiaobai's hand, Xiaobai jumped out of his arms, let out a cry of dissatisfaction, and quickly ran out of the room.

Ji Xiaohuan stepped forward and took the ointment from Kuang Mu's hand, and sat down next to Kuang Mu.

Kuang Mu turned slightly sideways, facing Ji Xiaohuan where he was injured.

With his back facing Ji Xiaohuan, he couldn't see what Ji Xiaohuan was doing, but it was precisely because he couldn't see that he focused all his attention on his ears.

Kuang Mu's ears trembled, and he could even hear those very small voices.

First there was the sound of Ji Xiaohuan unscrewing the medicine tube, then he squeezed the ointment into his hand, and then he rubbed the ointment on his palm to make it hot...

In the end, he lifted the clothes around Kuang Mu's waist, and a gust of cool wind came from behind him. Kuang Mu straightened his back unconsciously, closed his eyes, tensed his toes, and every muscle in his body trembled.

He gritted his teeth and waited for Ji Xiaohuan's final touch, but that moment never came.

Kuang Mu felt that he had been waiting for a long time, so long that he couldn't bear to turn around, but saw that Ji Xiaohuan was not looking at him at all.

Ji Xiaohuan's left hand was still in the motion of lifting Kuang Mu's clothes, his right hand was covered with white ointment and hung in the air, but his eyes were fixed on a shiny object on the bed.

Kuang Mu looked forward following Ji Xiaohuan's gaze, only to find that Ji Xiaohuan was looking at his cell phone.

Kuang Mu's cell phone was muted, and there was only a slight vibration, but at this time the screen was on, and messages popped out one after another.

——Xiao Mu, I went to Xiangshan with your father today. The maple leaves there are very beautiful. Let me send you some pictures.

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——Xiao Mu, do you like it?I told your dad, if you like this place, our family of three will come here again during the Chinese New Year.

What Yan Minhui said later, Kuang Mu couldn't see clearly at all, he just felt his eyes go blurry, he stretched out his hand in a panic, took the phone back, and hid it tightly behind his back.

It seems that as long as this is the case, he can even hide the things that Yan Minhui sent just now.

Kuang Muhong looked at Ji Xiaohuan with red eyes, the tears in his eyes made him unable to see Ji Xiaohuan's face clearly, he blinked desperately, tears flowed down the corners of his eyes, and he could see clearly Ji Xiaohuan's expression.

But Ji Xiaohuan just raised his head and looked at him lightly, without any expression on his face.

At this time, Kuang Mu felt that the phone in his hand began to vibrate violently, and he knew that it was Yan Minhui's call.

The thing that came to urge him to die came again.