I was treated as a little idiot by the black school grass

Nan Yirong turned his head in astonishment, and the boy turned around to avoid his sight.

Looking at it from this angle, what you can see at a glance is the boy's fine eyelashes. A pair of eyelashes are drooping, and there are a few shiny teardrops hanging on them.

This is the second time Nan Yirong sees him cry, he doesn't remember how it felt the first time, at this moment he just feels sad.

The boy stopped crying, only his eyes were still red.

Nan Yirong leaned over, kissed him lightly at the end of his eyes, put his arms around his neck, put his forehead against his forehead, and the tip of his nose against his nose, and said slowly: "With me in the future, you can be forever The brightest star in the Southern Cross can shine brightly from far away."

After being together for a few days, Ran Yuanxing never heard him say "I like you".

Hearing these whispers at first, his whole soul trembled uncontrollably as if out of his body, his great sadness turned to great joy, the emotion was so strong that his brain went blank, he stared blankly at him, unable to say a word.

It was rare to see his dull appearance, Nan Yirong felt very cute, pressed up and kissed his flushed nose, and was about to leave, might as well be pushed onto the bed unprepared.

The back of his head hit the quilt, and there was a muffled "boom", Nan Yirong was stunned.

The boy had already leaned on him, and inserted his hands roughly between his fingers, interlocking his fingers, kissing him very gently, licking and kissing, the heat from his breath rolled towards his face, Indescribably pornographic.

Nan Yirong's face instantly turned red, and he felt that Ran Yuanxing was like a male goblin in a movie who could attract people, and every kiss made him terribly addicted to it.

Nan Yirong passively raised his neck slightly to respond, breathing blendedly, and next to his ears was the boy's "thumping" heartbeat, and soon he felt the enthusiasm under the boy.

"No..." Nan Yirong was startled, and suddenly came to his senses, and stretched out his hand to push him.

The old lady was still outside, and it was absurd for him and her grandson to "promote adultery" inside.

Ran Yuanxing also knew that it was not right now, so he took a deep breath and raised his head, but the person was still pressing on him, holding him to slowly calm down the burning desire.

Nan Yirong turned away, took a breath, the person holding him finally let go of his hand, rubbed his face against his neck, his eyes were full of dissatisfaction, and he complained in a hoarse voice: "Don't seduce me all the time, seduce me again!" They don't let me continue, what if I have something wrong..."

Who is seducing whom?

Nan Yirong's eyes widened, feeling unreasonable, and he opened his mouth to scold him, but suddenly there was a knock on the door, and the old lady asked outside: "Ran Ran, grandma has finished washing the dishes, and she is about to It’s time to cook, so you can ask Yi Rong what’s not to eat?”

"He..." Ran Yuanxing opened his mouth and answered. After he said a word, he found that his voice was still hoarse. He couldn't help but coughed a few times before reluctantly answering, "Grandma, he likes light food. Just don't add too much salt."

The old lady responded, and asked again: "Why are you hoarse, are you okay?"

"It's okay..." Ran Yuanxing touched his nose and said, "It's just that I spoke too fast just now, and I choked on my saliva."

The old lady didn't seem to know how to continue when she heard the words, she replied "Watch out for your saliva" after a long time, then turned and left.

Ran Yuanxing breathed a sigh of relief, turned around and saw that Nan Yirong was far away from him, and stood up.

"What are you going to do?"

"I'll go out and see if there's anything I need help with." The old lady was polite to him, and he couldn't be too "idle about", even if he couldn't help, at least he would come out and have a look, it wouldn't be rude.

With that said, he had already opened the door to go out, and Ran Yuanxing quickly followed.

The kitchen is not big, just enough to accommodate two people, and it was crowded as soon as Ran Yuanxing came in.

The old lady originally thought that Nan Yirong had a heart, and she was going to ask him to hand over a plate, sprinkle some seasonings or something, but when she saw that Ran Yuanxing was also coming here, she felt that the two of them were in the way, so she directly sent them out and told them to put the dishes and chopsticks away first. put on.

After setting the table and chopsticks, it didn't take long for the old lady to bring up the dishes one after another. Three dishes and one soup, two of which were green vegetable dishes, obviously taking care of Nan Yirong's taste.

Nan Yirong couldn't help feeling a little moved, and sincerely thanked him.The old lady rubbed his head and beckoned him to sit down.

The three sat down one by one, and Nan Yirong sat between them, staring at the food in front of him. Seeing this, Ran Yuanxing poured food into his bowl vigorously.

Nan Yirong always chewed his meals slowly, and couldn't keep up with his speed of picking up vegetables, and the bowl soon piled up with small buns.

"..." Among other things, the way the grandparents and grandchildren feed each other really corresponds to the saying: If you are not a family, you will not enter a family.

The food is good, and the old lady is good at cooking, but she can't eat Hesai like this. Nan Yirong ate half of it, and finally couldn't take it anymore. He touched the leg of Ran Yuanxing next to him hard, trying to make him calm down.

I didn't want Ran Yuanxing to not sit properly, because most of his body was leaning towards him, and the force was uneven, so he thumped and knocked off the chopsticks with a "slap".

Nan Yirong was taken aback, the old lady looked over and said helplessly, "Why did you eat the chopsticks?"

Ran Yuanxing smiled at her, bent down to pick up the chopsticks, went into the kitchen and came out with another pair of chopsticks, and sat down again.

Nan Yirong felt relieved, and suddenly heard the old lady next to him say again: "Be quiet, don't make trouble for Yirong to eat, I didn't see you being so skinny when Miao Miao came to the house before, you should be careful with others, don't Annoyed people."

After saying this, both of them had a meal, only the old lady ate indifferently.

Nan Yirong had a ghost in his heart, felt that there was something in the words, and quickly turned to look at the old lady's expression: the old lady was still smiling kindly, and no other emotions could be seen from her face.

The old lady noticed his gaze, put down her chopsticks and patted his hand lightly.

Ran Yuanxing didn't dare to do anything wrong, so he obediently complied.

After finishing the meal quietly, the two rushed into the kitchen to wash the dishes without letting the old lady do it. After washing the dishes, Nan Yirong sat for a while and then received a message from Gu Sijuan, saying that the driver, Master Wang, was already waiting downstairs.

Nan Yirong stood up and bid farewell to the two of them. Ran Yuanxing chased after him and insisted on seeing him off.

Nan Yirong had no choice but to slow down, and Ran Yuanxing immediately came over to hold his hand.

There was darkness, Nan Yirong didn't struggle, the two of them walked out of the community holding hands, and saw a car parked by the side of the road at a glance.

The dim streetlights lengthened the shadow of the two of them depending on each other. At this moment, Nan Yirong suddenly felt a little bit reluctant.

"Go." Instead, Ran Yuanxing let go of his hand first, and stuffed the folder into his hand.

Nan Yirong held the folder and stood there looking at him.

Ran Yuanxing also looked at him, slowly smiled, leaned over and quickly kissed him on the mouth.

Nan Yirong lowered his head, hid his smile, and said softly, "I'm leaving."

Turning around to leave after speaking, Ran Yuanxing nodded, but couldn't help but walked a few steps forward.

The driver, Master Wang, was swiping his phone, and noticed that the young master was coming, so he hurriedly got out of the car and opened the door, not wanting the young master and his classmates to be sticky, and walking a few steps, he stepped out of the posture of a Tang monk seeking Buddhist scriptures.

Master Wang couldn't help but said: "That classmate, if you can't do it, you can go with our young master."

The two of them enjoyed hearing it, Ran Yuanxing finally stopped, and Nan Yirong accelerated.

As soon as Master Wang saw that the door was closed, he stepped on the accelerator and walked quickly.

Before Ran Yuanxing could wave his hand, the car disappeared, making him look exhausted.

The night was dark and the moonlight was sparse. Ran Yuanxing was in a good mood. He returned home humming a song, opened the door with a key, and saw the old lady sitting on the sofa, holding a photo album, flipping through the pages.

Ran Yuanxing sat down next to her, and leaned over to look at the photo album. Most of the photo albums were single photos of his deceased grandfather, and occasionally there were a few photos of the old couple together.

The old lady rubbed her husband's face with her fingers, full of nostalgia.

"Grandma?" Ran Yuanxing held her hand and whispered, "Do you miss Grandpa?"

The old lady nodded slowly, and suddenly said: "Your grandfather is also the first friend I brought home."

Ran Yuanxing choked, and instantly understood what she meant.

"I..." He opened his mouth in embarrassment, only one word came out, and he couldn't continue.

The old lady sighed and asked, "Is Miao Miao okay?"

"She is very good, but I regard her as my younger sister." Ran Yuanxing held the old lady's hand tightly, as if this would give him infinite courage, "Nan Yirong is different, I like him, just like you and grandpa, father and mother , I want to be with him."

His eyes were firm, and the old lady looked at him, suddenly she was in a trance, as if she saw the figure of her deceased husband and son in him, and she burst into tears for a moment.

Ran Yuanxing was stunned, and frantically pulled a tissue to wipe her tears.

The old lady wiped her tears, stood up and went to her room.

Ran Yuanxing's eyes dimmed, he put away the photo album and reading glasses on the sofa, closed the door and went back to the room, lying on the bed staring at the ceiling in a daze, tossing around in the middle of the night before barely falling asleep.

The next day, the alarm clock rang several times before he got up to wash up in a hurry. When he got out of the bathroom, he found that the old lady was not at home.

Because time was running out, Ran Yuanxing didn't think much about it, and was about to put on his shoes and leave. When he passed by the restaurant, he found the packaged soy milk fritters on the table. Ran Yuanxing touched it with his hand, and it was still warm. His heart felt warm, and he picked up the bag When he got up, a piece of paper that was placed underneath floated out.

Ran Yuanxing paused, picked up the paper, and on it were the words left by the old lady:

Eat the soy milk and fried dough sticks while they are hot. If you really like that kid, take him home more often.

Ran Yuanxing stared blankly at the note, his nose sore for a long time, he put away the note, put it in his pocket carefully, biting the fried dough sticks and grabbing the soy milk, he went out the door.

The sun was shining all the way, Ran Yuanxing slammed on the shared bicycle, arrived at Hongyang Square 2 minutes earlier, and put on a panda doll

The sun was scorching, and the temperature of the ground and surroundings was rising all the way. Even if Ran Yuanxing stood still, he was still sweating profusely.

He supported his head, shook the sweat off his face, took a deep breath, raised his head, and saw the boy in the crowd walking towards him slowly.