Dressed as school grass, white moonlight

July in the south.

The sun is like a fire, but the shade is not cool, on the contrary, it is hot like a steamer.

Beside the vacant wall, wearing a big pure white T-shirt, the thin young man shot neatly, with an uppercut and a lift of his legs, two more people who were at least two sizes taller than him fell to the ground.

The boy raised his hand, casually wiped the fresh blood on the corner of his mouth twice, and continued to engage in a new round of fighting.

The number of opponents is as high as one hand, but the boy is alone. In this seemingly disparate fight, the boy did not lose the wind because of the lack of people.

On the contrary, every move and gesture of the young man was crushing his opponent.

Within a quarter of an hour, there were people lying all over the ground in disorder.

The boy lifted the hem of his T-shirt, and casually rubbed his forehead to wipe away the sweat.

A slender waist branch of bright white is exposed, which is dazzling under the sunlight.

Putting down the hem of his clothes, the young man suddenly shot his sharp eyes towards a tree not far away, there was still a strong hostility in his brows and eyes that had just been fought, and his voice was so cold that it could make people shiver in the summer , "I watched it for so long, is it interesting?"

That was the first time Shao Ning saw Wen Yang.

At that time, I only felt that he had a sharpness and vigilance that did not match his age, with thorns all over his body, like a little hedgehog.

Shao Ning was stunned for a moment, but didn't answer this question, but just walked out from under the tree, walked up to Wen Yang step by step, and asked something wrong, "It's so hot, please eat ice, do you want it?"

Needless to say, Wen Yang naturally rejected him without hesitation, and even gave them two words, "Sick."

After scolding, Wen Yang left without looking back.

Shao Ning stood where he was, staring at the thin and straight figure for a long time.

At that time, it was actually considered a decadent period in his life. Grandpa and Hua Yi passed away one after another, but he didn't have the chance to see each other for the last time because of his work.

It was the first time that Shao Ning had lived for 30 years, and for the first time began to question whether it was meaningful to live like this every day, with nothing but family business, money and status.

As for Wen Yang

Until a long time later, Shao Ning couldn't figure out why he stood under the tree under the scorching sun and watched him fight for a quarter of an hour, and why he stepped forward and made such an inexplicable "rude" request .

Probably just like what Wen Yang asked, it was really interesting at first.

Wen Yang is a fresh and interesting part that he has never touched in his 30 years of life.

However, for at least a month later, Shao Ning failed to talk to any interesting children.

During this month, he learned a lot about Wen Yang.

For example, his name, age, where he went to school, and for example, they are neighbors, there is no one else in his family, and he lives alone all year round.

They occasionally meet at the gate of the villa, but Wen Yang never greets him, or even gives him an extra look.

Until a rainy day in August.

The rain in August is always heavy, accompanied by rumbling thunder after another.

Shao Ning sat in front of the computer, the screen suddenly flickered and went black.

At the same time, all the lights in the room went out.

power cut.

Shao Ning turned on the flashlight of his mobile phone. For some reason, he suddenly felt like being scratched by a cat. It was very itchy.

He stood up, leaned against the window and finished smoking a cigarette, and walked around the room again, but the feeling still didn't get any relief.

After a while, Shao Ning made a decision, he wanted to go to the neighbor's house to see that kid.

I don't know if children are afraid of such bad weather or the dark.

No matter how fierce the fight is, no matter how fierce it is, it is still just a child.

Thinking of this, Shao Ning had already gone out and knocked on the door next door.

But he knocked for a long time, but no one came to open the door for him.

Just as he was thinking about where the children would go in such a heavy rain, the door opened from the inside, and standing at the door was Wen Yang, who he had read for a month, with a loose white shirt, some messy forehead hair, too much Pale complexion.

This time Wen Yang was sharper and sharper than what he saw during the last fight, and his hostility and vigilance were even heavier, but under all kinds of cover-ups, Shao Ning didn't know if it was his illusion, I always feel that in Wen Yang like this, there is a trace of fragility hidden in the dark that is not easily noticed by others.

Shao Ning was stunned unconsciously.

"What's the matter?" Wen Yang's extremely impatient and cold tone brought back Shao Ning's wandering thoughts.

"Ah," he suddenly came back to his senses, he didn't stop talking for a while, and baldly said, "Can I go in and sit down?"

After asking, Shao Ning regretted it.

After all, no matter how Wen Yang looked at it, he didn't seem like someone who would agree.

"Sorry," Shao Ning raised his eyebrows and apologized, "I"

"Okay." Wen Yang suddenly said, interrupting his words.

The expression on his face was still very cold, but his body was sincerely turned to the side, leaving him a place to enter the door.

Shao Ning was stunned for two seconds, then suddenly came back to his senses, as if afraid of Wen Yang's repentance, he stepped in with a big stride and closed the door behind him.

As soon as the door was closed, Shao Ning realized that the room was so dark that not even a single candle was lit.

Shao Ning turned on the flashlight and asked casually, "Why don't you light the wax? It's so dark, aren't you afraid?"

Under the light of the flashlight, he clearly saw the stagnation of the boy beside him.

Shao Ning tactfully changed the subject, "Where are the candles? I'll light them."

After a while, I heard Wen Yang's answer, "The bedside table."

Shao Ning paused, "Can I go in? Or should you take it out for me?"

Wen Yang stopped talking again and just walked slowly towards the bedroom.

Seeing that although the person didn't say "yes", he also didn't say "no", so Shao Ning simply followed and entered Wen Yang's bedroom.

Help him shine the light and watch him take out two unopened candles from the bedside table. Shao Ning takes them, unpacks them and lights them. One is placed in Wen Yang's bedroom and the other is taken to the living room.

Intentionally lightening the atmosphere, Shao Ning started the topic casually, "Have you eaten yet?"

Wen Yang still didn't speak.

Shao Ning sighed, and walked towards the kitchen. When he entered the kitchen door, he turned his head inadvertently, and saw Wen Yang standing about two meters behind him, hesitating in his steps, as if he wanted to keep up, but he was at odds with himself.

As soon as he saw him turning his head, Wen Yang immediately backed away and sat back on the sofa.

Shao Ning looked amused and shook his head, as expected he was still a child.

The kitchen is very empty, there are almost no pots and pans, and the owner rarely uses it.

Shao Ning opened the refrigerator, not surprisingly, he saw countless rows of cold beer inside, and nothing else.

You're only 16 years old, and you're still growing up, so why are you so misbehaving?

But this idea only passed in Shao Ning's mind for a moment, and then it was covered again——

He's only 16 years old, if someone can take care of him, how could he be so misbehaving?

Shao Ning poked his head out and called out to the dazed boy on the sofa, "Little friend, do you have any eggs at home?"

Wen Yang came back to his senses slowly, and pointed to a basket in the corner next to the refrigerator.

Shao Ning followed his fingers and looked down, only to find a few ingredients.

Well, at least there is a little flour and a little egg, so it's not difficult to make an egg pancake.

"Succeed, wait," Shao Ning shouted to the living room again, "Brother, I'll make you fried egg pancakes."

Within a minute of saying this, Wen Yang came over and stood at the door of the kitchen.

"Huh?" Shao Ning rolled up his shirt sleeves and kneaded his face, "Want to learn?"

Wen Yang shook his head.

"That's what I want to see," Shao Ning smiled, "Don't worry, the egg pancakes fried by brother are really delicious."

Wen Yang remained silent.

He looked at the busy figure beside him, heard the crackling of oil in the pan, smelled the aroma of egg pancakes, and unconsciously turned his gaze out of the window.

The raindrops outside the window are still lingering, slapping on the windowpane.

This was the first time in so many years that Wen Yang felt something called warmth on such a rainy night.

After that time, Shao Ning found that the children's attitude towards him had improved a little.

Although most of the time he is still very cold and doesn't talk much, but at least when he sees him, his eyes will stay on him for two more seconds, which is counted as a greeting.

After living for 30 years, Shao Ning realized for the first time that he would feel real satisfaction and joy because of such small things.

He will get used to making an extra meal at home and send it to Wen Yang; he will get used to passing by a cake shop on the way home from get off work and bring a piece of coffee cake to Wen Yang; he will also get used to paying attention to some topics that children of this age are passionate about.

For these things, Wen Yang refused nine times out of ten at first, but most of the time he couldn't hold him back, so he began to try to accept them slowly, but the reaction was very cold, and he hid it with so much in the cold at a loss.

Because of the kindness I received, I was at a loss as to how to return it.

After getting along gradually, Shao Ning also discovered that the thorns all over Wen Yang's body were not used to hurt others, but to protect himself.

But at that time, Shao Ning also felt that with such a gentleness, no one could hurt him, but likewise, no one could hug him.

Until he caught a cold and had a severe fever and couldn't get out of bed, Wen Yang cooked porridge and brought it to him, and kept putting ice towels on his forehead to take care of him to cool down.

The child's appearance when he took care of someone was not much different from when he was fighting. His shoulders were still stretched and the corners of his lips were pursed. He said nothing, but the strength of his hands was extraordinarily gentle and cautious.

It was only at this moment that Shao Ning realized that Wen Yang was not without softness, but his softness was hidden under the spikes, making it too difficult for others to discover.

After figuring this out, Shao Ning began to treat Wen Yang without any scruples.

The freshness and curiosity at the beginning have already slowly moved closer to love in distress.

He is really busy with work and can't be at home every day, so he simply added the child's WeChat, sent him a message whenever he was free, and even called and chatted with him.

At first, he was mostly the one talking, and Wen Yang listened.

Gradually, Wen Yang would also tell him some little things that happened in life.

It may be a teacher or classmate at school, or it may be a beautiful wild flower seen by the roadside.

Later, when it was rare for Shao Ning to go home and live without working outside, he simply went straight to Wen Yang's house and lived in Wen Yang's house, cooking for him and studying with him.

In front of him, Wen Yang smiled more and more. He would joke with him, play tricks on him, and even poke his waist while he was working.

When he was caught, he would no longer pretend to be indifferent in a panic, and could still laugh and wait for him to coax him.

Shao Ning is very happy and proud.

He doesn't mind his little friends, he is proud of being favored.

The sharp and sharp young man put away the sharp spikes all over his body, only facing Shao Ning, revealing the softest inside.

For the rest of his life, no one could hurt him, but there was one person who could hug him well.

The author has something to say: Come on, I still want to cry when writing this chapter.

I hope that every little cutie who reads the article can be like a lamb, and when they meet a Brother Shao, they can have the confidence to be pampered and proud.

Bow, love you guys.