Uncle, let me give you a hug

As soon as the car drove into the garage, Jiang Zimo pounced on him, and Ji Huai's seat belt was buckled as soon as he unbuttoned it.

"Uncle Mo, hey." Ji Huai was forced to raise his chin with his head pressed against his back.

After Jiang Zimo kissed the person for a while, the sullenness in his heart not only did not subside, but rose instead.The current him is not much better than Xia Fuxuan back then. Xia Fuxuan only dared to think about it, but he didn't even dare to think about it.

People are in their arms, and it is easy to catch fire when they think about it.

Ji Huai sat in the car for a long time after seeing Jiang Zimo slam the car door down.Every time Uncle Mo got interested, he would press the kiss for a while, and once the flame was a little bit out, Uncle Mo would take it back.He didn't know how Uncle Mo braked in time, but to him, who was young and energetic, it was like hanging a piece of meat in front of his eyes, and he could only look at it but not eat it.

Ji Huai sighed, he didn't know who he was torturing, but he was too young.

Age is hard.

Before going to bed at night, Jiang Zimo stared at Ji Huai for a while, and suddenly had an idea.

"I directly hacked into the public security system to change your age, one year earlier, then you are already eighteen now."

Ji Huai had black lines all over his head, and quickly dismissed Uncle Mo's idea. "No, it's illegal."

Jiang Zimo looked at him quietly, Ji Huai shook his head again, "It's really not possible."

Jiang Zimo's expression was uneasy, and he turned his back on him angrily.Ji Huai poked Jiang Zimo's shoulder with his finger, and whispered: "Don't be angry, it's my fault.

It doesn't have to be used. There, I, I can use my mouth. "

"Ji Xiaohuai, don't get angry." Jiang Zimo warned sharply.

Ji Huai quickly closed his mouth, and poked his finger twice more, but Jiang Zimo didn't turn around.Ji Huai yawned, rested his head on Jiang Zimo's back and fell asleep for a while.

Jiang Zimo was sulking for a long time, and the people behind him still rubbed against him recklessly. After a while, the flame turned into a monstrous fire, and it ignited suddenly.

The veins on Jiang Zimo's forehead twitched. He held back, but he couldn't hold back. He suddenly turned around and grabbed the legs of the person next to him, using it once.

Ji Huai yawned again, and when Jiang Zimo stopped, he closed his eyes again.

At night, he had a dream. He realized that he was held down by two legs and roasted on the fire. He would face up and face down for a while.

In the middle of the night, all the fires in the dream were extinguished, leaving only the cold.

He was walking on a long concrete road with high walls on both sides. Looking up, there was only a narrow strip left in the vast sky.He continued to walk on this crowded concrete road with mottled walls.

He didn't know how long he had been walking, when he suddenly heard the sound of "Ye La" on the iron gate. "Go in." Someone pushed him from behind.

He took two steps forward in confusion, stepping into a familiar scene.The low [-]-square-meter cafeteria is lined with rows of yellow seats, which are covered with oil stains that cannot be wiped off.

A group of boys walked here talking and laughing, only the last lonely shadow was walking slowly.

Ji Huai opened his mouth, but his throat wanted to be blocked by a ball of cotton, and he couldn't make any sound.

He saw the man walk to the window alone, ordered two dishes, and then sat on the seat by the window. No one dared to sit beside him.

Ji Huai felt very annoyed, so he went to sit opposite him and stared at him blankly.

Tears fell one by one, there was no sound, and the people on the other side couldn't see it. He seemed to be forced to watch a mime, while he burst into tears in silence, crying heartbreakingly.

Jiang Zimo was a light sleeper, and was awakened after a while.When he opened his eyes, he saw Ji Huai shrunk into a ball, and a tear flowed from the corner of his closed eyes.

"Ji Xiaohuai." Jiang Zimo was startled, and patted Ji Huai's face.

Ji Huai was like a nightmare in a huge nightmare, no matter how he called Ji Huai he couldn't wake up.Jiang Zimo hugged him distressedly and kept kissing Ji Huai's eyes.

"It's okay, it's okay, I'm here, it's okay." After a long time, Ji Huai's tense body relaxed, he slowly opened his eyes, and when he saw Jiang Zimo, he hugged Jiang Zimo over him.

"I'm here." He wailed loudly, his arms tightly around Jiang Zimo.

He seemed to have broken through the invisible and untouchable barrier, he embraced the lonely person in the dream, and told him with the warmth of his body that I was here.

Jiang Zimo didn't know what happened to Ji Huai and what kind of nightmare he was having. He patted Ji Huai's back and said with a low smile, "I know you're here. Don't cry."

Ji Huai cried so much that he couldn't help himself, he buried his head in Jiang Zimo's arms, he was so bored that he was almost suffocating, and he didn't let go.

After a while, he silenced his voice, then slowly raised his head, looking at Jiang Zimo with red eyes.

"Uncle Mo, I had a nightmare. I dreamed that I couldn't hug you. You were alone in the juvenile detention center. Did anyone bully you among those people?"

Jiang Zimo's face sank, and he said, "Who told you?"

"I never asked anyone else, I thought you could tell me yourself, how did you spend those two years in the juvenile detention center?"

Jiang Zimo's face was extremely ugly. He didn't want Ji Huai to know about the past at all, and he didn't even want to recall it himself. If he could, he hoped to present a clean Jiang Zimo in front of Ji Huai.

Ji Huai looked gloomy, and said with a wry smile: "You still can't tell me, can you?"

Jiang Zimo kept silent, Ji Huai closed his eyes and opened them again, and said with a forced smile: "I don't have to ask about your past, it doesn't matter if I don't know, I just don't ask."

Jiang Zimo sat up and turned on the desk lamp.He took a cigarette from the drawer and lit it.

Ji Huai sat up, looking at Uncle Mo's back, he was suddenly at a loss.Maybe it's best not to ask anything, he just pretends he doesn't know anything, and it's still the same as before.

"I was just 15 years old when I entered, two years younger than you, and I came out after staying for two years." Jiang Zimo said lightly with his back turned to him.

"At that time, I was full of hostility. In the juvenile detention center, I was beaten first, then others, back and forth. I can tell you anything else you want to know. The process was not very good. Just listen to it as a story."