I really didn't seduce him

The summer remedial classes of Luyu Middle School did not last long, and Luyu City ushered in another typhoon.

Having gained experience this time, Fang Yanwei was much calmer and calmer than last time, with the wind howling outside the window, he put the books into the school bag one by one, and carefully checked the drawers.

His hands touched two soft objects.

He took out two toffee wrappers, which were the candies that Lu Zhi bought for him earlier.

He clearly said that he doesn't like these sweet and greasy things, but he doesn't remember which class he ate them secretly.

Lu Zhi was not on the seat, he grabbed the candy wrapper in his palm and stuffed it into the side pocket of his schoolbag.

After tidying up, he looked up, Lu Zhi was standing by the window watching him for an unknown how long.

"What for?" he asked.

He put the schoolbag on his left and blocked it.

"Do you want to eat?" Lu Zhi asked, "Let's go shopping."

Stockpiling materials before the typhoon has become a living habit of Luyu residents, and there are many people in the supermarket.

"Brother Zhi, you line up." Fang Yanwei hated queuing, so he gave the cart to Lu Zhi, "I'll go buy it."

"Okay." Lu Zhi stood at the end of the line with his left hand on the trolley.

Fang Yanwei recalled Lu Zhi's shopping preferences last time, and took a few vegetables and mushrooms.

You don't need to buy a lot of fast food. Lu Zhi's grandparents came here a few days ago and stuffed a lot of dumplings into their refrigerator.

Lu Zhi didn't seem to like food, but he secretly ate several.

The minced meat is very fresh, he likes it better.

When he was very young, Fang Jiami also made dumplings for him.

"We Lulu, we must eat more." The old couple who walked tremblingly said, "They have been so good since childhood, and they will definitely be admitted to a good university."

Lu Zhi remained indifferent as usual, took the things, and thanked him calmly and casually.

This is what Fang Yanwei is very envious of.

The dumplings made by the family will taste like home.

As he was thinking, he passed by the freezer in the supermarket. In the empty freezer, there was still a bag of spring rolls left.

When he made breakfast by himself, he fried one that was not very successful, and Lu Zhi ate two.

He reached for the spring rolls.

A hand cut across the air, intercepting his target.

"Do you want it too?" A man's voice came from the side.

Fang Yanwei raised his head in a daze, always feeling that the man in front of him looked familiar.

The man is about 40 years old, but he maintains a good figure. Wearing a sportswear, he is tall and straight, his eyebrows are slightly cold, his knife-like outline hides sharpness, and his thin lips are hooked into a smile.

Fang Yanwei didn't remember knowing such a person.

"You took it first," he said, "it's yours."

"Sorry," the man said, "my son loves this."

Lu Zhi pushed the shopping cart and moved slowly with the long queue, watching Fang Yanwei move things back and forth like ants moving house.

He saw Fang Yanwei coming back from a distance, and just as the corner of his mouth was about to smile, he saw the person not far behind Fang Yanwei.

"I'm exhausted." Fang Yanwei put the things in the shopping cart, "Every time there is a typhoon, it's like stocking up for the end of the day."

"Go buy two more bean paste buns." Lu Zhi said, "I suddenly want to eat."

"Why didn't you say it just now?" This is the boss, Fang Yanwei dared not speak out, and walked to the food area again.

The man stopped in front of Lu Zhi.

"You guys are together. If I had known, I wouldn't have argued with him." The man threw the spring rolls into the shopping cart.

The bag of quick-frozen food hit the bag of biscuits that Fang Yanwei put in, and there was a crackling sound of biscuits shattering.

Lu Zhi's gaze became much colder.

"Have you been with your mother now?" the man asked.

Lu Zhi lowered his gaze: "Is it related to you?"

"I came back from a year in prison, but my son is gone." The man stepped forward, "They robbed my son, shouldn't I ask?"

Lu Zhi: "Are you finished?"

"Lu Zhi." The man stared at him for a moment, then sneered, "You were raised by me, come back and be my son."

"Lu Jianchang." Lu Zhi put his finger in the pocket of his school uniform, and moved a pocket knife, "Your leg was beaten badly inside, do you want me to beat another one for you? "

Lu Jianchang's expression changed.

"You drank the wine yourself, and you started the fight yourself." Lu Zhi said in a cold voice, "I don't need a father who has been in prison."

"Do you think that Wen Ya treats you sincerely?" Lu Jianchang said, "She took you back just to appease that nagging old couple. You are not as good as Lu Zhuo in their hearts."

In just one year, Lu Zhi has grown a lot taller, and he has long since shed the thinness of a teenager, and his shoulders and neck have the outline of an adult man.

Halfway through Lu Jianchang's speech, his eyes stopped on Lu Zhi's wrist, and he saw the half-hidden knife handle in his school uniform pocket.

A feeling of fear spread to his chest.

When Fang Yanwei came back with two bean paste buns, he saw the man leaving.

The man seemed to be extremely afraid of Lu Zhi, he backed away while talking until he left.

"Brother Zhi, bean paste buns." He said.

There is a bag of familiar spring rolls in the shopping trolley.

Fang Yanwei: "?"

Is this acquaintance?

"Next." The salesperson shouted.

Lu Zhi put the things in the trolley on the cash register.

Fang Yanwei tied his school uniform jacket around his waist, and looked at the boxed candies on the shelf next to him.

Black packaging, purple shading, printed in plain English.

It looks like a cigarette case, which looks quite pretentious.

It's pretty cool, which fits his definition of himself.

What kind of sugar is this?

He raised his hand.

After the cashier scanned the products they selected, seeing him raise his hand, he asked, "Is there anything else to add?"

"No." Lu Zhi said.

Fang Yanwei withdrew his hand.

Isn't it chasing him?

Not even a box of candy?

The driver of Lu Zhi's family asked for leave today, and it was Gu Tian who came to take them back.

Gu Tian had just finished a performance at a music festival, and she still had drumsticks hanging on her belt.

"Brother." Gu Tian greeted, "Why are you unhappy?"

"I'm angry because I wasn't allowed to buy a condom." Lu Zhi said.

Fang Yanwei: "?"

Just now that was...?

Not for food.

His cheeks were hot, and he opened the car window to cool down with the typhoon.

The neckline of Lu Zhi's neat school uniform was messed up by the wind, and his black shattered hair was slightly moved by the wind.

Gu Tian laughed, stepped on the accelerator, and the car rushed out.

The next morning.

Lu Zhi pushed Fang Yanwei to the computer with his eyes half closed.

"Isn't it a holiday?" He opened his eyes and met Teacher Chen's face on the screen.

"Alive?" he asked.

"Otherwise?" The person on the screen spoke.

"...What are you doing now?" Fang Yanwei couldn't figure it out, "Is the old class forced to start a live show?"

Teacher Chen: "I can hear you!"

"The make-up class has been changed to an online class." Lu Zhi said, "At 21 o'clock last night, I sent a notice in the class."

Fang Yanwei: "?"

At that time, he seemed to be fighting with He Suisui in the canyon, and he didn't see any news from the class at all.

"Okay." Teacher Chen said, "Now that all the staff are here, we will start class."

Teacher Chen: "He Suisui tore off your ID photo in front of the camera. It's very interesting to deceive yourself? I'm going to call your parents."

Fang Yanwei was sleepy, but his IQ was online.

"Why don't you go back to your room?" he asked.

"computer is broken."

"How is it possible, I only used it last night." Fang Yanwei didn't believe it, "It was fine at that time."

"Typhoon and rain, the window sill got water in the middle of the night, soaked it." Lu Zhi turned on the microphone, his tone helpless, "Why don't I go out and find an Internet cafe for classes."

"Then how can I do it!" Teacher Chen said, "It's so windy outside now, don't go out and run around, and Lu Zhi, can you go to places like Internet cafes?"

Teacher Chen: "Fang Yanwei, you and Lu Zhi are both at the same table and roommate, why don't you borrow his computer?"

Fang Yanwei: "..."

Oh shit.

He really wanted to pull Lu Zhi's face and tell everyone that this big white lotus was cut with a black heart.

But he dared not.

Online classes are no better than campus classes, and it is easy to get distracted.

For the first time, Fang Yan felt that the sundries he put on the table were so interesting.

When he reached for the draft paper on the table for the third time, Teacher Chen called his name.

"Fang Yanwei." Teacher Chen opened the microphone on their side, "Single choice, question 5, what to choose."

Fang Yanwei had a blank test paper in front of him.

He hasn't started writing yet.

He elbowed the roadie.

"Fang Yanwei, you have to think independently." Lu Zhi said, "You can't always rely on me, it's not good, you'll never learn."

"Yes, your deskmate made a lot of sense." Teacher Chen said.

Fang Yanwei read through the title: "Choose..."

Lu Zhi's finger under the desk moved, and it stuck to his side waist through the thin cloth, and his neatly trimmed nails drew a semicircle against his waist.

Lu Shen's conscience is still there.

semicircle?

"Choose c, teacher." Fang Yanwei said.

"That's right, what's the reason?" Teacher Chen continued to ask.

Fang Yanwei: "The reason..."

The fingers touching his side moved again, scratching twice through the fabric, and the itching came one after another, making him want to hide.

"I'm just guessing." He rubbed his waist.

"I knew it, so let me tell you." Teacher Chen continued his lecture.

"What did you write?" Fang Yanwei asked in a low voice.

"Past and future tense."

"Then I feel a ghost." He couldn't help being angry.

It was the part of his waist that was softened by Lu Zhi's poke, and he felt so tired that he couldn't even lift his strength to sit.

Better not touch it, he thought.

The schedule of online classes is not dense, so they are allowed to rest in the afternoon.

Facing the typhoon for the second time, Fang Yanwei lost his previous fear. He moved a chair and sat on the terrace, watching the coconuts rolling around in the street outside.

Lu Zhi stopped behind him and watched for a few seconds, unable to understand the curiosity of this outsider.

"Birthday next week?" Lu Zhi asked.

Fang Yanwei himself almost forgot.

Ever since Fang Jiami divorced his father, birthdays seem to have lost their meaning.

Just a year older, nothing will be the same as before.

"Next Wednesday," he said.

September 9st, an extremely uncomfortable day.

"How much of your summer homework is left?" Lu Zhi asked.

Fang Yanwei returned to the room, opened the cabinet, and took out a mountain of homework.

Lu Zhi was silent for a few seconds, and asked, "Didn't you write anything earlier?"

Fang Yanwei was wronged: "I'm writing the blind box of the test paper you gave me."

"..." Lu Zhi was completely silent.

"Brother Zhi, why do you think people need to study?" Fang Yanwei raised his head.

"To see the world." Lu Zhi said.

Fang Yanwei didn't understand, the scumbag turned his head: "Brother Zhi, the coconut hit the gate of the courtyard, good shot!"

Lu Zhi: "..."

The typhoon was over, and at the end of August, Luyu Middle School welcomed this year's freshmen, and the campus forum that had been quiet for half a month became lively again.

[I heard that there are many handsome guys in class (1) of the third year of high school, is it true? 】

1L: Junior high school girls report for duty.

2L: There are quite a lot of them. It depends on which one you like.

3L: The school grassroots and the first road officer in the grade, do you like it?A cold academic god, a typical obedient nerd and good student.

4L: Dog head.jpg, school belle Fang Yanwei.

5L: The you above are really not afraid of being beaten by Brother Fang, but Brother Fang's good looks can indeed be beaten hahaha.

6L: Here I have a picture of the two of them taking an online class together in the same frame, double the enjoyment, private message me, I will send it to you.

7L: I am also surprised that the god of learning and the school bully can get along.

8L: Fang Yanwei must be pestering Lu Shen. He must have bullied Lu Zhi. Lu Zhi is the kind of honest and good student at first glance.

Old town, "release" bar.

A "closed" sign hung on the glass door.

"Don't copy randomly." Gu Tian kicked Huangmao, "There is no option 'F' for multiple-choice questions."

"I haven't finished my summer homework yet, and my brother will hit me again." Huang Mao scratched his head, "I really don't understand the word Zhige."

"I didn't expect that after graduating from the college entrance examination this year, I would have to copy summer homework for others." Gu Tian blew on her newly-made nails, "Your brother beats you better than Zhige beats you."

Yellow Hair: "..."

"Can the composition be copied?" the webmaster asked.

"Composition... I will write it myself." Fang Yanwei, who was sitting at the table writing the blind box test paper, looked up.

He originally planned to spend the night fighting to make up his homework as in previous years.

Unexpectedly, Lu Zhi made a phone call, and things became like this.

"Brother Fang." Huang Mao showed pain on his face, "You Luyu Middle School, you have too much homework, how did Brother Zhi usually come here?"

"Brother Zhi's grades are good." Gu Tian said, "But he always missed the exams before, and he hates his dad showing off his grades everywhere."

"Speaking of it." The silver-gray haired webmaster said, "Brother Zhi, did his father get out of prison recently?"

Fang Yanwei stopped the pen in his hand.

"Brother Zhi...his father?"

Out of prison?

He remembered that Fang Jiami said that Lu Zhi's parents were also divorced.

The father that Lu Zhi was with before changed to Aunt Wen Ya's side.

It should be because of this.

"Is his dad... treating him badly?" he asked.

"Lu Jianchang is a scum." Huang Mao said angrily.

Fang Yanwei's hand holding the pen clenched a little tighter.

"Brother, have you ever seen the scar on Brother Zhi's neck?" Gu Tian said, "When Brother Zhi was very young, probably 8 years old, he sat on the corner of the mahjong table and read a book. It's on Brother Zhi's shoulder."

Like a soft thorn piercing into his heart, Fang Yanwei's heart throbbed violently for a moment.

He can probably understand why Lu Zhi doesn't like to talk, and most of the time he has a cold face.

Fortunately, after returning to Aunt Wen Ya's side, there are still people who care about Lu Zhi.

He was a little puzzled, and sent Fang Jiami a message——

[Box A]: Why didn't Aunt Wen Ya bring Lu Zhi back earlier?

It is late at night in country A, and Fang Jiami has not responded to the message.

"Brother Zhi?" Huang Mao called out.

Lu Zhi nodded: "Did you finish copying?"

"There's still a little more." Huang Mao said honestly, "Boss, your handwriting for summer homework is really not ordinary scribbled."

"Then continue." Lu Zhi patted Fang Yanwei on the shoulder, motioning him to stand up.

"Aren't you taking me?" Huangmao asked.

Gu Tian kicked him: "Stupid."

"You scold me again?" Huang Mao was angry.

It was almost eight o'clock in the evening, and school was about to start the next day. Fang Yanwei didn't know where Lu Zhi was going to take him at this time.

He sat in the co-pilot's seat and watched the road executive drive.

"Go home and get a coat." Lu Zhi said, "The sea breeze is cool at night."

"But I have washed all my autumn clothes." Fang Yanwei just washed them in the afternoon and they are not dry yet.

"On the cabinet in the living room." Lu Zhi said, "Take my school uniform jacket."

Fang Yanwei agreed.

He turned on the light in the living room, and sure enough, Lu Zhi's coat was neatly folded beside the cabinet.

When he looked up, he saw the picture of the sweetly smiling child on the shelf in the living room.

He suppressed the feeling of disobedience in his heart and rushed out.

"Shall we go skydiving?" he asked eagerly.

Lu Zhi: "No skydiving at night."

The tourist season has passed, and the night streets of Luyu Island are much quieter. The silvery road stretches like a seaside, and the curtain in the sky is embroidered with stars, flowing into a long river.

"Swimming?" he asked, "but I don't have a bathing suit."

"No." Lu Zhi parked the car in a parking lot near the coast and led him to the beach.

A motorboat is parked by the sea.

Lu Zhi threw down the key in his hand: "Take you for a real ride."

The memory suddenly returned to that time in the video game city in the mall, and his cheeks were flushed red.

Wearing Luzhi's school uniform, he straddled the back seat of the motorboat.

He clearly knew that the person in front of him had plans for him, but every time Lu Zhi threw out too much bait, he couldn't bear to let go, instead he would fall into it step by step.

The one who can seduce people is clearly not him.

"Seat belt." Lu Zhi bit his cigarette, stepped on the motorboat, and checked him.

The beach at night is too quiet, the splash of water from the motorboat makes a shocking movement.

Fang Yanwei didn't expect the speed of this thing to be so fast, the sea water was broken, and they ran straight towards the dark sea.

He grabbed Lu Zhi's clothes tightly and shouted involuntarily.

Too soon, the snow waves surged and fell on him again, wet his forehead hair, and the sea breeze blew his whole body into a mess.

The yelling at the beginning was uncontrollable, and later it became a kind of vent and release.

As the boat slid across the sea, he hugged Lu Zhi tightly from behind.

The moonlight is peaceful, spreading over the trembling sea.

The galloping motorboat suddenly lost power and stopped under the moon.

Fang Yanwei panted repeatedly, trying to find his breath.

Lu Zhi turned on the phone screen and pushed it in front of his eyes.

Fang Yanwei: "?"

November 9, zero o'clock.

He crashed into his.

There are no traditional blessings, no gifts, only countless stars and lighthouses twinkling around.

At least, there was one person who remembered this day for him.

Neither of them spoke, and the motorboat floated quietly on the sea.

He was thrown on the unfamiliar Luyu Island, but there was still someone who could accompany him to watch the mountains and the sea.

It was almost dawn when Lu Zhi drove the motorboat back.

"You might doze off later in class." Lu Zhi reminded him.

"I don't doze off in any class." Fang Yanwei said, "Go back and get the books."

Near the door of the house, an old couple and a man stood, and the two sides were arguing fiercely.

Fang Yanwei looked at that in surprise, the middle-aged man he had seen in the supermarket that day.

"Bring back my son." Lu Jianchang yelled, "I have raised him for 16 years, so he has to come back to do my filial piety."

"No, it's impossible." Lu Zhi's grandmother, the dignifiedly dressed old lady, also raised her voice, "That's our Lu Lu, I watched him grow up, he is so good, what are you?"

"You watched him grow up?" Lu Jianchang was furious, "Why rob my son, he belonged to me until he was 16 years old."

Both parties seemed to be talking crazily, Fang Yanwei blinked his eyes in confusion.

Lu Zhi already had a cold face, watching the quarrel between the two sides without sadness or joy.

Even the grandparents who have always loved him in the eyes of others, he has no intention of defending him.

Lu Zhi turned the car and heard the back door of the garden: "Go get the books and school uniform."

When Fang Yanwei pushed the car door open, the phone in his hand vibrated.

The remaining power is 2%.

Fang Jiami replied.

[Fang Jiami]: Why did you ask this?

[Fang Jiami]: I haven't seen Wen Ya for many years, but I remember that she has two children, Lu Zhi, and Lu Zhi's elder brother, Lu Zhuo.

[Fang Jiami]: In the year of divorce, Lu Zhi followed his father, and Lu Zhuo followed his mother.

[Fang Jiami]: That kid Lu Zhuo was very good since he was a child, well-behaved and sensible, but he died in a car accident on the way home from school the year before last.

[Fang Jiami]: The two old people couldn't bear this blow. It happened that something happened to the man, and Wen Ya took Lu Zhi back to raise him. The twins should have similar personalities. At least the old man hasn't had a fight.

The battery of the mobile phone ran to the end, and the screen went dark.

Fang Yanwei froze in place.

what is this?

He remembered that every time his grandparents brought him food, Lu Zhi would not eat it.

Every time after seeing them, Lu Zhi would smoke.

He remembered the punctate scar on Lu Zhi's neck, and when he first met Lu Zhi, the man's indifference was neither sad nor joyful.

And, Lu Zhi said, don't call him "Lu Lu".

He took a few steps forward and stopped in front of the photo in the living room.

He opened the frame and took out the photo from inside.

The little boy with a sweet smile, with curved eyebrows and eyes, is full of gentleness.

On the back of the photo, a line of words was written in pencil——

9 is old.

Lu Zhuo (Lu Lu).

The photo fell from between his fingers to the ground.

He has no home.

Neither did Lu Zhi.

He had naively thought that Lu Zhi grew up in a greenhouse.

The quarrel outside the door continued.

He rushed out of the courtyard door and slammed the car door hard.

"I'm skipping class," he said.

Lu Zhi tilted his head, glanced at him, stepped on the accelerator without saying a word.

The murmur of arguments without rest was completely left behind.

The "release" bar is open in the evenings and at this time of the morning it is empty and completely quiet.

Lu Zhi opened the door with the key and let Fang Yanwei in. He leaned against the sofa and lit a cigarette.

The smell of smoke choked into his lungs, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Don't like watching people quarrel?" he asked.

The living environment used to be harsh. He lived in the gutter and needed to fight to protect himself. He touched everything with fists, knives, and wine bottles.

Later he had a home and stood in the sun.

There is a mother who cares about him, and a grandfather and grandmother who love him.

But no one regarded him as a road guard.

Love and hate are false, sorrow and joy are empty.

Apart from--

"I'm real." Fang Yanwei suddenly stretched out his hand, grabbed Lu Zhi's collar, and pulled him to lean in his direction.

He tried jerkyly and tentatively to kiss Lu Zhi's lips.

The smell of smoke and sandalwood swept over him.

He paused for a moment.

His left hand is propped on the sofa, his head, neck and waist are bent backwards, slightly messy light brown hair hangs on his forehead, and his eyes are slightly red.

Lu Zhi took a deep breath, threw the cigarette on the ground and stomped it out, then slipped his left hand into Fang Yanwei's hair, tightened his fingers slightly, and pressed the person in his direction.

The fine wood beads collide, with a woody fragrance.

Lu Zhi is kissing him.

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Brother Zhi: Yes, yes, you are really, really kind, and really nice x