Into a parallel world

"We met again." In the end, Lu Fengluo stood up straight, put the book under his arm, and slowly walked towards the motionless Qiao Ye.Said softly with an affirmative tone in a gentle voice.

"My name is Qiao Ye." He tightened his backpack straps and took a step back unconsciously.

Still not good, I don't want to get too close to this person.

Lu Fengluo noticed the opponent's small movements, and stood two steps away from Li Qiaoye.

"Understood." As soon as Qiao Ye finished speaking, before Qiao Ye had time to react, there was a "shua" in his ear, and the surrounding area suddenly became dark. The two stood facing each other, and Qiao Ye was standing between the dark bookshelf and the wall. By making an appointment, you can see the other party's slender body and that handsome face.

"Now can you tell me your name?" Qiao Ye said quietly, acting was still too unfamiliar to him.

Looking at Qiao Ye, Lu Fengluo couldn't help feeling a little funny, and a chuckle escaped his lips.

"Heh." In the dark, Qiao Ye sensed that the other party was approaching him, but when he was about to retreat, it was too late. The temperature from his arm indicated that the other party had grabbed him and locked him between the bookshelf and the other party's chest. There is no turning back.

Lu Fengluo lowered his head and leaned into Qiao Ye's ear, his voice was soft: "Lu Fengluo."

As soon as the voice fell, Qiao Ye's body froze, and he was about to push the other party away, but the other party let him go first.

"Are you afraid that you are sick?" This sentence was something he would never have said in his last life. In this life, he is no longer that cowardly Qiao Ye.

"Hmm..." Lu Fengluo stroked his slender lips lightly, pretending to be thinking. With this single sound, An Sheng's heartbeat was about to burst out of his throat.

"Junior Qiao Ye." Lu Fengluo turned his body sideways, and stretched out his hand to open a gap in the curtains. The afterglow of the setting sun shone in slightly, and a beam of warm yellow light shone on An Sheng's face, "Do you know how to talk to sick people?"

This sentence made Qiao Ye choke instantly, frowning in dissatisfaction.Lu Fengluo glanced sideways at Qiao Ye from the corner of his eyes, and the curvature of his mouth remained undiminished, allowing him to see all the sudden reactions of the other party.

So Qiao Ye turned his back to Lu Fengluo and said nothing.

I didn't see the other party's expression, but Lu Fengluo had already stopped behind him, and the distance between the two was only a fist.

"Did you sleep well last night?"

The warm breath sprayed on Qiao Ye's neck, and all of a sudden his goosebumps jumped up all over his body.

Qiao Ye turned around abruptly and took two steps back, glaring at the man who was smiling.

"Stay away from me!" Damn, why are you so close, there is water vapor on your neck.

"Ding ding ding... ding ding..." The phone in his pocket rang, breaking the awkward atmosphere between the two.

Qiao Ye hurriedly took out his mobile phone and pressed the answer button: "Hello?"

Lu Fengluo straightened his head, and glanced towards the window inadvertently, as if the person he was chatting with suddenly had something to do and the person was bored watching the scenery.

"Ah Ye! We agreed to take you to see my other unique skill at 06:30, why don't you show up!" Song Ci's voice went over the receiver of the phone and reached Qiao Ye's fragile eardrum.

Taking the phone away, he said with some distaste: "Song Ci, keep your voice down, your eardrums are broken by your screaming."

"Then where are you? How about I go find you?" Song Ci realized that his voice was too loud, so he lowered his tone a little embarrassedly, and said apologetically.

"I was in the library, and I ran into an old friend." Qiao Ye glanced at Lu Fengluo who was standing beside him, and walked towards the window.

"Are you in the library? Wait, I'll be right there." Song Ci kicked off the stand of the bicycle, turned over and rode on the bicycle, and hung up the phone.

"Brother! Brother! Why are you running away!" Song Jiner behind him chased after him reluctantly. Song Ci turned his head and saw that his sister was running out of breath. He couldn't bear it, but he saw Song Jiner clearly. The person who was chasing behind him also dispelled the unbearable and distressed feelings that had just arisen in his heart, as if he was running for his life, he pedaled his bicycle vigorously, letting the strong wind blow his coat, and his bangs on his forehead flew wildly.

White Monsoon!hateful!

As soon as he took a step, someone grabbed his wrist.Qiao Ye hung up the phone, looked indifferently at Lu Fengluo who was pulling him, and then pulled out his hand vigorously, rubbing against his trouser leg by the way.

Lu Fengluo raised his eyebrows unexpectedly, then took a step back politely: "Sorry, it's just that the window is too dangerous."

Danger?Qiao Ye looked suspiciously at the window, there was nothing outside, only the taller trees nearby and the rockery in the distance.

Turning his head to look at Lu Fengluo with a gentle smile, Qiao Ye gave an awkward yet polite smirk, and then left the library.

Lu Fengluo stood on the spot and watched Qiao Ye with a faint smile. He didn't hide his smile until the other party completely disappeared from sight, and walked towards the half-open window.

"Aye, Aye, come up!"

As soon as Qiao Ye stepped out of the library gate, he saw Song Ci appearing with a 'dusty' face, wearing an artificial brake sound ----- the friction between the soles of the shoes and the ground.

Qiao Ye looked not far behind Song Ci, saw Bai Jifeng's tall figure, and understood for a while, and sat on the back seat of the bicycle cooperatively, and expertly hugged Song Ci's waist.

"Sit still!" The line was still the same, and then came a gust of wind, most of which was blocked by Song Ci in front, leaving only the wind whizzing past on both sides.

"Why did you offend Teacher Bai again?" Qiao Ye squinted and asked loudly.

"Cut! He always relies on him being my uncle in name to control me and control everything! This really annoys me!" As he spoke, Song Ci's aggrieved look of a young daughter-in-law appeared , Qiao Ye has long been familiar with the strangeness. Song Ci has been rebelling against Bai Jifeng since the third year of junior high school. He has been fighting against Bai Jifeng for four years.

"Now he doesn't care whether you wear diapers or not." As soon as Qiao Ye's words came out, Song Ci almost couldn't help the car, and said dissatisfiedly, "Hey! Qiao Ye, are you sympathizing with me or laughing at me?"

"He's not your biological uncle. It's okay to take care of you when you were a child. Even your mother doesn't care about you. He still cares about you. It's really a bit illogical."

"Hmm..." Listening to Qiao Ye's words, Song Ci felt comforted again.

"You said..." Qiao Ye clicked his tongue.

"What?" Song Ci turned his head and asked.

"Would Mr. Bai treat you as his own son? Otherwise, he would be 26, never had a girlfriend, and bought an apartment near the school for you, which is a house within the first ring road!" Qiao Ye Looking at Song Ci in front of him, he began to induce slowly.

After all, every inch of land and gold in City A, Bai Jifeng's generosity, did not hesitate at all, no one saw the hidden secrets in it back then, but in the next life, he must be a good knotter.

Song Ci didn't say anything immediately, the cold wind was blowing in the ears of the two of them, and it was pouring coldly into every pore of the skin that leaked out.After a while, Song Ci said in a flat tone: "My dad died seven years ago, no one can take care of me in my dad's name, he just knows this."

After the words fell, Qiao Ye remained silent, sighing at this fool.

Holding Song Ci's clothes around his waist with both hands, shaking and shaking, the cold wind went straight in through the gap.Song Ci shuddered, gritted his teeth and said, "Aye! You're going to freeze me to death!"

Hand trembling, "Ah!" A sneeze hit unexpectedly, Qiao Ye put his hand into the pocket of Song Ci's windbreaker, his cheeks were flushed by the wind, tilted his head and pressed his face against Song Ci's warm back, "Okay Alright, we're almost here, we'll talk about it later."

The street lights on both sides of the road turned on one by one at this time, and the vehicles on the bridge were constantly flowing, passing by with a gust of hot wind from the exhaust, and more people came out to visit the night market.

Qiao Ye watched quietly as the night fell. The street lamps on both sides were like revolving lanterns. With overlapping memories and intertwined scenes, he was like Zhuang Sheng dreaming of butterflies. Was it his dream in the last life or did he really repeat it?

But that dream was too real, like... That night, that vague kiss suddenly appeared in my mind.

Is this considered a contract?What kind of contract is for a kiss?And who was that man, and did that promise really exist?