A weak attack dog blood essay

Fu Xian didn't speak, which made He Juan wonder if he was using too much force just now.

So with undisguised worry in his eyes, he asked again: "Fu Xian, are you... all right?"

Fu Xian's eyes were deep and dark, as if black waves were surging high. He crossed his two legs that almost filled the narrow table, without looking at He Juan, took two deep breaths, and said, "It's okay."

The voice was hoarse.

It doesn't sound like anything is going to happen.

He Juan pursed his lips. He put the breakfast on the table and stood a little helpless.

Fu Xian raised his eyes, put He Juan's eyelashes that were trembling because of guilt and helplessness, and sighed lightly, and looked at him: "It's really all right, it was just an accident just now."

He Juan looked at Fu Xian carefully for a few seconds before sitting down, and pushed the breakfast in front of him, not caring about the fact that half of his strawberry sundae was eaten, and even after thinking for a while, he gave the ice cream to Fu Xian Xian pushed over there and looked at Fu Xian quietly.

Fu Xian, who was always focusing on He Juan, the thick ink in his eyes melted away, and he smiled faintly.

He Juan's emotions are really easy to understand, he clearly still feels that he is comforting him at this time, and there is uneasiness and concern in his peach blossom eyes with stars in his mouth.

Like a kitten who knows it has done something wrong, it squats beside Twolegs with its tail curled up and its clear eyes open.

Fu Xian took the breakfast, and the enthusiasm that was provoked dissipated a little at this time. He took a sip of soy milk and remembered that three years ago when he went to the library with He Juan, the boy would drink a cup of soy milk slowly. Only then did he know what he wanted, and he wished he could be with the boy forever.

Withdrawing his thoughts, Fu Xian couldn't help reaching out and rubbing the end of He Juan's eyes. Following his movements, the young man's thick crow feathers trembled, but he still didn't avoid it.

I feel that I have done something wrong, so I am very obedient.

But the one who was clearly wrong was himself who was full of bad thoughts and snatched his ice cream.

Fu Xian took out the well-preserved cranberry ice cream cake from the bag. It was freshly made by the cake shop opposite his foreign company. The cakes in that shop were really famous, and ten cakes were handmade by pastry chefs every day. The supply exceeded demand.

When He Juan had a video chat with Fu Xian before, he mentioned this cake shop very longingly. When he learned that it was very close to Fu Xian, He Juan was envious for a long time.

That shop is now owned by Fu Xian, and the cake maker is about to board the plane back to China under his arrangement, it is his gift to Ah Juan.

He put the cake in front of He Juan, and the boy's pretty peach eyes widened slightly, the arcs were cute and round, the tails of the eyes were slightly upturned, as if he was staring at something affectionately, and his voice was obviously raised: "It's Arsuc's Cranberry Ice Cream Cake."

Fu Xian looked down at He Juan's eyes. In the past three years, He Juan's body has improved a lot compared to three years ago. Compared with before, he was thinner and his cheeks were a little softer. When showing such a surprised expression, there was a trace of innocence. Fu Xian moved his fingers slightly and said in a low voice, "Yes, a gift for you."

After he finished speaking, he felt that He Juan's eyes were like twinkling stars, shining on him.

Fu Xian's throat became more itchy. He crossed his legs, and the enthusiasm that had finally dissipated rose again under He Juan's focused gaze as if looking at a lover.

He Juan first carefully finished eating the strawberry sundae that was still a little bit melted. Even though there was a cranberry ice cream cake nearby to attract his attention, he still focused on eating the ice cream in one bite.

During this period, Fu Xian didn't speak any more, but his mind was attracted by He Juan. Seeing He Juan put the spoon in his mouth, he thought that he also ate ice cream with a white plastic spoon just now, it was very sweet, icy and soft.

Now He Juan is holding the spoon seriously, and sips off the ice cream on it.

He drank a big mouthful of soy milk, but instead of extinguishing the fire in his heart, it burned even more vigorously.

But soon a basin of ice water was poured down.

Guan Shijing, holding a ticket in his hand in the distance, appeared in Fu Xian's sight.

Because He Juan changed his seat, so now his back is facing Guan Shijing, who didn't know that Guan Shijing had finished checking in and got his ticket, and after eating the strawberry sundae, he began to unwrap the cranberry ice cream cake very religiously Package.

Guan Shijing's originally smiling eyes were approaching indifference, his eyes were like cold glass beads, but his footsteps did not stop, but he walked to He Juan's side naturally, his eyes stayed on the cake in his hand for two seconds, very natural Sit down opposite Fu Xian, next to He Juan.

When He Juan heard the movement, his unpacking fingers stopped and rested on the light blue box. His nails were finely powdered and beautiful in color, and the blue lined them to make him look fairer, as if his broken wrist was covered by the ribbon of the gift box. After rubbing it repeatedly, several red marks appeared, as if they were tied by a rope.

He didn't notice the sudden dark eyes of the two men, and his lips, which were rosy from eating the strawberry sundae, rose slightly, and his voice was undisguisedly joyful: "Have you got the ticket?"

Although the joy was not due to him, but facing He Juan's eyes that were filled with joy, his heart, which was originally full of bad and dark emotions, also brightened a little: "Well, I got it, we can go."

Fu Xian saw Guan Shijing and He Juan's shoulders touching, the conversation was very natural and intimate, the corners of their lips were drawn into a straight line, and the bottom of his eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of ice. Cutting off the conversation between the two: "I thought Ah Juan was specially waiting for me to go back to City A together."

He Juan didn't speak, Guan Shijing replied first: "Of course Ah Juan is flying back with me."

He gestured for the ticket in his hand, and then asked, "I don't know how long you plan to stay in City A this time? When will you go back to school?"

Fu Xian raised his eyes and glanced at Guan Shijing, both of them saw the same repulsion and disgust from the other's eyes: "I'm coming back this time, and I won't go back again."

While continuing to unwrap the cake, He Juan echoed from the side: "Yes, Fu Xian is very good. It took him two years to complete his undergraduate courses, and another year to complete his master's degree. Now he has obtained his diploma."

Guan Shijing's heart sank, and he said, "So that's how it is."

Fu Xian sent He Juan to check in the tickets. He watched He Juan and Guan Shijing walk into the ticket gate very close, and he didn't stop him from the beginning to the end, and he didn't say that he had already bought the tickets for the two of them.

He watched He Juan's back quietly and intently until he could no longer see him.

Like a dormant beast, it patiently waits for the prey to jump in beside the trap it has set up.

He has been waiting for three years and doesn't mind waiting a little longer.

At this time, the screen of his mobile phone was on and off. Fu Xian didn't want to answer at first, but after seeing the text message sent with that series of numbers, his eyes sharpened instantly, and he called back without hesitation: "Professor Spring agreed." Is it? Funding is not an issue.”

"It is impossible to have only one medical team, and it is also being formed in China."

"I can't put all my eggs in one basket."

"They can communicate together, has the patient's information been sent?"

……

After hanging up the phone, Fu Xian stood there for a while and let out a soft breath.

The image of He Juan lying in the intensive care unit three years ago was a haunting nightmare for him, and the passing age of He Juan's grandmother and mother made him feel like falling into an abyss just thinking about it.

In the face of life and death, many things are not that important.

If possible, he hopes that Ah Juan can always be so energetic, eat what he wants, do what he wants, and run in the sun without worry.

Arsuc's Cranberry Ice Cream Cake certainly lived up to its name.

He Juan ate on the plane, his bright eyes narrowed into happy arcs.

Guan Shijing kept watching He Juan, and when he saw him like this, his voice was gentle: "Are you so happy?"

He Juan swallowed the cake in his mouth, raised the tail of his eyes, and nodded very seriously: "It's delicious."

The cake is not big, the size of a palm, but He Juan eats slowly, so it looks extra delicious.

Guan Shijing's eyes stayed on his bright lips for a moment, his clear eyes seemed to be mixed with heavy ink, he smiled: "Ah Juan is so happy, is there a reason for Fu Xian's return?"

When Fu Xian came back, He Juan was really happy, he nodded.

After a long absence, he remembered the content of the original book, and asked Guan Shijing, "Are you unhappy?"

If it was Guan Shijing three years ago, even if he didn't want to in his heart at this time, he would gently say that he was happy.

But at this moment, he was already very close to He Juan, and Fu Xian had been abroad for three years, so there shouldn't be such an obtrusive existence between him and He Juan.

He Juan and Fu Xian should have gotten close to each other a lot.

Guan Shijing thinks.

He didn't answer directly, but asked instead: "Ah Juan, Fu Xian or I, who do you like more?"

He Juan's spoon for digging the cake paused in mid-air, and then gently lowered the spoon with his slender, white fingers. He let out a little bewildered sound, and finally turned his head to look at Guan Shijing: "Why do you ask this question?"

Is there a saying who you like more?

Guan Shijing's eyes were dizzy with thick ink, his eyebrows were curved, and he didn't avoid He Juan's gaze: "Because Ah Juan is the best friend in my heart, so I want to know, in Ah Juan's heart, who is Fu Xian and me?" Is your best friend."

He Juan: "..."

This question was so strange that he wanted to use his mobile phone to log in to the forum to ask again.

He hesitated for two seconds before replying, "You and Fu Xian are both my best friends."

He thought for a while and then asked, "Don't you like Fu Xian?"

What he meant was that Guan Shijing should have a crush on Fu Xianyou as a couple.

In Guan Shijing's ears, there was another meaning. He didn't deny it, but he didn't admit it directly, even though he was so disgusted that he hoped that Fu Xian would never return to China: "Well, I haven't contacted Fu Xian for three years, and I feel very unfamiliar."

After trying out He Juan's attitude, Guan Shijing didn't continue this topic.

Although he was inevitably a little frustrated in his heart.

In the past three years, both he and Fu Xian have changed a lot, but He Juan always seems to be that cold and kind-hearted young man, and he has never lingered on anyone.

He is still the moon in the sky, the untouchable existence of Guan Shijing.

After getting off the plane, He Juan went to the conveyor belt with Guan Shijing to get his luggage. He saw his suitcase and dragged it forward by himself, but the suitcase contained a lot of books, so he didn't take it down.

Guan Shijing reached out from the side to hold He Juan's fingers pinching the lever, and easily helped him take the suitcase off the conveyor belt. Unlike He Juan's slender and slender hands, Guan Shijing's palms were thick.

Although the fingers are long, they seem to be as big as two He Juan's hands, and when they are placed behind He Juan's hands, they completely cover He Juan's hands.

His shoulders are also very thick, compared to him who was a little thin three years ago, now he can almost easily wrap He Juan in his arms.

His hand rested on He Juan's back for a few seconds before he moved away, and took He Juan's suitcase naturally: "Let me carry it for you."

He Juan didn't object, he let Guan Shijing take the suitcase, and then asked him, "Have you booked the hotel yet?"

Guan Shijing nodded: "The partner has already made an appointment, and they have also sent someone to pick me up."

The two left the airport together and were stopped by a young man around at the gate.

The boy was wearing a clean and tidy white shirt with the sleeves rolled up and the top button of the shirt unbuttoned, revealing a clean and fair neck. He had a pair of round almond eyes, soft and fluffy hair, curved lips, and pursed cheeks With a quiet dimple: "Mr. He!"

He Juan was not surprised when he saw the young man: "Fu Lin, are you here to wait for Fu Xian?"

Fu Lin, who was in the summer vacation of the third year of high school, was as tall as He Juan. He turned his eyes around He Juan's extremely thin waist, which could be seen even in a large T-shirt, and answered the wrong question: "Mr. Why does it feel like you've lost weight again? Didn't you eat well?"

How could he come and wait for Fu Xian?

He Juan followed his gaze and lowered his head, then looked at Fu Lin disapprovingly: "Not thin."

Fu Lin looked at He Juan's arm, and felt that it could be broken with a little force. The wrist was only half of his and less. It made him wonder, is there really someone with such thin bones?

When he was in the third year of junior high school, he could only look up to this person. At that time, he felt that this person was really weak.

Now that he was able to look at his teacher Xiao He at the same level, he felt even more that Teacher Xiao He was too thin.

He couldn't help pinching the flesh of He Juan's arm, it was unexpectedly soft, his fingers almost sank into it, his heart beat immediately, and he felt a little flustered.

He hurriedly withdrew, but He Juan's white and tender arm turned red visible to the naked eye, with fingerprints left on it.

While Fu Lin felt a little guilty, he also wanted to leave heavier marks on it.

Only his.

The author says:

Xiao Fu has 1 minute to reach the battlefield;

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