Pretend to B

It was a quarter past six when Su Xing went out. There was a hazy white light in the sky. The leaves of the shrubs were covered with dust. The fallen leaves from last night hadn’t been cleaned up yet. Su Xing stepped on it, and there was a creaking sound all over the floor.

No one was seen on the road. He carried his schoolbag and walked out of the Ruyi District. He walked to a crossroads and saw a bright light approaching from afar, cutting through the morning fog, and the sound of the locomotive engine became clearer and clearer.

He Chi was wearing a helmet and driving a motorcycle, and waved at Su Xing.

Su Xing yelled at He Chi from the side of the road: "Red—light—"

He Chi stopped the car at the other end of the road, landed on one foot, lifted the front cover of his helmet, looked around and saw no one, and replied: "No one is waiting for a red light!"

"Surveillance, you idiot!" Su Xing said.

The two looked at each other across a road more than ten meters away. He Chi's face was still a little blurred in the mist. Su Xingzai stared at him carefully. There was a ripple.

The red light seconds jumped from 30 to 10, and the red villain logo on the signal light began to flash. There were only three seconds left in the countdown. Su Xing grabbed his schoolbag and started running. He Chi sat in the car and greeted him with open arms. He, when Su Xing came over, He Chi grabbed the back of his head and rubbed him into his arms.

"Where is it hurt?" He Chi sighed lightly, "Does it still hurt?"

"Hand." Su Xing answered him in a muffled voice, and opened his palm to show him, "It hurt just now, but it's fine now."

There was a shallow mark on the palm of his hand, it was not very long, it just scratched the skin a little bit, not even bleeding, but the skin near the wound was slightly red.

It wasn't a serious wound, He Chi's heart was finally relieved early in the morning.

"Brother give you a call."

He Chi took off his gloves and helmet, held Su Xing's hand, and breathed out twice in his palm.He was in a hurry to go out in the morning and didn't have time to shave. The short, hard stubble rubbed against his palm, and it pricked him up. Su Xing withdrew his hand and gently pushed He Chi's chin: "Beard, it itches."

"Okay, little guy, do you still dislike him?" He Chi held Su Xing's face in his hands, rubbed his chin against his cheek, and asked him, "Isn't this more masculine?"

Su Xing dodged with a smile, put on the pink helmet that He Chi bought for him, stepped on the back seat, wrapped his arms around He Chi's waist, and put his palms in his coat pockets.

He Chi's car had just been sent in for refitting some time ago. The exhaust pipe was replaced, and the body was repainted. The original golden tiger head with teeth and claws was gone, and a pentagram replaced it.

The signal light started to turn red again, and He Chi asked, "There are 40 seconds left, what should I do?"

"Wait." Su Xing replied leaning on his back.

"Give me a kiss." He Chi turned his head and said, "There are still 30 seconds."

Su Xing raised his head, and the helmets of the two of them collided firmly, making a crisp and short sound.

"...You fucking," Su Xing was dizzy from the impact, he supported his helmet and shook his head, "Stupid!"

He Chi was stunned for two seconds, then laughed out loud, and when the red light turned green, he said, "Hold tight, let's go!"

He Chi told him to find a noodle shop and ordered two bowls of shredded pork noodles with pickled vegetables.

Before the face was on, Su Xing rested his chin on one hand and stared blankly at He Chi.

He Chi took two sets of bowls and chopsticks, scalded them with hot water to disinfect them, and said, "I still have to buy some medicine in a while, even if the wound is shallow, it may be infected."

Su Xing remained silent, without any response. He Chi raised his eyes, only to realize that Su Xing was staring at him without blinking.He shook the spoon in front of Su Xing's face: "Stupid goose, do you think the handsome guy looks silly?"

"No medicine," Su Xing said, "It's enough to see you."

"What silly words?" He Chi scratched the tip of his nose.

Su Xing leaned on the chair with a relaxed expression: "It doesn't matter how much it hurts, just look at you."

He Chi is really his panacea, especially for pain relief.

"Stupid." He Chi was stunned for a moment before continuing, "Is it possible to heal injuries just by looking at me? I look in the mirror all day long, but I didn't realize that I have such a miraculous effect."

Just when two bowls of noodles were served, Su Xing looked at He Chi through the dense heat.

The final exam results came out the day before yesterday, and He Chi did well in the exam. If things go on like this, it won't be a problem for him to pass the second grade, and he can even make it to the top of the first grade.He is handsome and has a good personality, he can play with anyone, and there is never a shortage of friends around him.He Chi has a lot of favorite things, basketball, video games, limited running shoes and figurines. He has a little research on motorcycles, and told Su Xing that he wants to open a refitting factory in the future.

It's not that Su Xing hasn't thought about it, it's better to say that he doesn't dare to think about it.

This question is like a door. He doesn't know what is behind the door, maybe it is a road, or it may be a cliff.

Compared to He Chi, he is really boring and has very few friends. After more than ten years, he can only count Zhou Jinyan, who knows nothing but fighting and studying. He has nothing special to like. He studied ice hockey for a period of time in Nian, but his father had an accident, and he had no money and no time to take care of his hobbies.

He is like a hamster, trapped on the running rim of the cage, endlessly looping in the strange circle of working to make money, studying and taking exams.

He Chi added a big spoonful of chili sauce to the noodles, stirred it well, and took a big mouthful of the soup. He stuck out his tongue out of the hotness, and took out a tissue to blow his nose.

Su Xing smiled, He Chi has this kind of ability to make an ordinary thing that can no longer be ordinary become vivid.

He is rotten, and He Chi turned him into a miracle.

Su Xing has a habit of eating noodles. He likes to roll the noodles on the chopsticks before eating. He picked up the noodles with chopsticks, lowered his head and asked while rolling the noodles: "If I...are not careful, I will get hurt easily, and I can't stand the pain. , are you afraid?"

"What are you afraid of?" He Chi asked with his tongue out before he recovered from the hotness of the millet pepper.

"Just like today, I can't even sleep well." Su Xing rolled up a chopstick noodle, poured a spoonful of soup on it, and never looked at He Chi, "It's so cold and you still have to drive to find me. If I am always like this, are you afraid?"

"I'm afraid." He Chi said.

Su Xing shook his hand holding the spoon, and the hot soup splashed onto the table.

"I'm afraid you won't tell me if you're in pain," He Chi said, "so I wish I could carry you on my body and take you with me wherever I go. If you leave alone for more than half an hour, you have to report."

"Okay." Su Xing took out a paper towel and wiped off the soup splashed on the table. After a moment of silence, he said, "If I become a hamster, then you can make a small cage and put me in a cage." Take it with you."

"That can't be done." He Chi rested his fingers on his forehead, looked at Su Xing and smiled, and nodded quietly with his tiger teeth, "Even if you become a hamster, you must be the most delicate kind. You are picky eaters and you like to whine, but Jin Yi Jade food is offered."

Su Xing took a big mouthful of noodles and another mouthful of hot soup. The chill finally dissipated, and the cells in his body began to warm up.

He didn't care, even if there was a cliff behind that door, He Chi would follow him.

He is the most unbearable and rough kind of person, only a fool like He Chi holds him in his palm as a delicate treasure.