The weakling is reborn: the delicate one comes into my arms

A rare blizzard tonight covers the entire Jingzhou land equally.

More than ten kilometers away, in an ordinary flower shop on Jingnan Avenue.

The lights in the front yard have been turned off since nightfall, and the ground is covered with thick snow.

The European-style pastoral glass door of the flower shop was closed, and a sign with "Resting..." written on both sides was hung in front of the door.

The lights inside the store are bright.

The temperature inside is suitable, with an environmental thermometer hanging on the wall, like a small greenhouse.

On the rows of wooden flower stands, there are various colorful flowers. Among them, the most conspicuous one is a row of gorgeous and strange black mandalas.

"hiss--!"

Further inside the store, a young hissing sound of pain could be heard.

Inside the house, the lights, which had always been too dim to see clearly, were slightly brighter.

Compared to usual, I can see this small back room a little more clearly.

On the long table against the wall on the left was a row of computer screens, with complex and ever-changing codes flashing on them.

The wall is covered with photos, all of different adults and children. They look messy and disorderly, as if they were photos taken casually on the roadside. They have no theme. There are more than 50 of them after a cursory scan.

In the center of the room, there was a wide chair with a cold color.

Ma Tianxi took off his shirt and sat on the wooden bench next to him, revealing his tight, broad back. There was a large area of ​​shocking purple on it, and the area around his back was even purple and black.

He put his arms on his thighs, bowed his waist slightly, lowered his head, and endured the unceremonious rubbing from behind.

Only when he couldn't bear the pain anymore did he hiss under pressure.

The room was quiet, except for the smell of Chinese medicinal wine, which was slightly cold and soothed the nose.

Ma Tianxi looked at the wooden floor in front of him and suddenly said dejectedly:

"Brother Bai, I can't chase her anymore. She has a boyfriend, and..."

The rubbing action on his back that felt very rough and scratchy paused for a moment, then continued silently. The rubbing made Ma Tianxi's veins jump and he closed his mouth angrily.

"hiss--"

He clenched his fists, couldn't help but frowned and hissed in pain.

After an unknown amount of time, the execution-like healing finally ended.

Ma Tianxi still lowered his head and did not move.

Until the sound of running water came from the corner, Bai Sheng slowly wiped his hands with a handkerchief, put on his white gloves again, walked back, and sat under the wide chair.

Ma Tianxi then raised his head, took his shirt, and put it on with difficulty.

Then he hesitated and looked at Bai Sheng, who was sitting on the wide chair. He looked calm and showed no emotion.

"Brother Bai, I..."

"What do you think of him?" Bai Sheng asked suddenly.

The extremely rough voice, which was worse than a broken gong, was too inconsistent with the unusually white and feminine face.

But Ma Tianxi didn't feel any discomfort. He dragged the wooden stool and turned around.

"Who? Brother, are you talking about Tang Jiao?"

Bai Sheng's narrow eyes were slightly narrowed, and his brown pupils were filled with incomprehensible darkness, and he glanced at the wall.

Ma Tianxi followed Bai Sheng's line of sight to look at the photos on the wall, and what he saw at first glance was the photo of Tang Jiao in the upper right corner.

Quite out of the blue, apart from her, the other photos were of older adults or small children.

In the photo, Tang Jiao is wearing a military green bulletproof vest, carrying a toy gun, smiling very happily, looking smaller than now, and his face is unhealthy and thin.

This is the photo, the first time Ma Tianxi saw Tang Jiao. After Bai Sheng showed it to him, he nailed it to the wall.

Apart from this, Ma Tianxi didn't know much about Tang Jiao before they actually met him.

He naturally thought that Bai Sheng was asking about Tang Jiao, so he thought about it and said:

"She is beautiful and a top student. Her social life is simple and she feels quite innocent. However, she is also very defensive and difficult to get close to. And..."

Ma Tianxi thought of the way Tang Jiao put him down and said harsh words to him that afternoon, smiled, and added:

"Tempers are quite interesting sometimes."

Bai Sheng looked back at him, his pale and bloodless lips curled up, and his tone was flat:

"I really like it?"

Ma Tianxi didn't know what he thought of, but he smiled and said softly: "It's not bad, I'm quite likable."

"Brother Bai, why did you let me chase her?"

Before this, he never asked, he never refuted or delved into Bai Sheng's orders. Whatever Bai Sheng asked him to do, he would do it without any complaints.

Bai Sheng clasped his hands in front of his abdomen, rubbed his thumbs with his white gloves, and asked instead:

"What do you think of her boyfriend?"

Ma Tianxi's smile immediately collapsed when he thought of the noble and unfathomable young man beside Tang Jiao.

After a long while, he reluctantly said: "I can't compare to him."

"Ha ha."

Bai Sheng suddenly laughed hoarsely, not knowing whether he was laughing at his honesty or at his lack of confidence.

"Brother Bai..."

Ma Tianxi lowered his head, recalling the scene in the afternoon with some discomfort.

A world of difference.

This word popped out uncontrollably when he met Xiao Jingchuan's dark eyes.

The other party is a proud man who can donate a building with a wave of his hand and was born with a silver spoon in his mouth.

And he, Ma Tianxi, was just a man who was able to crawl out of the pile of flies with the help of noble people.

The charm, handsomeness, and dignity that he had painstakingly cultivated and packaged were vulnerable to the natural elements.

They were obviously the same age, but because of bad luck, he was a little shorter. He couldn't help feeling ashamed of himself, so when they first met their eyes, he hurriedly looked away.

The more Ma Tianxi thought about it, the more uncomfortable he became. He sat hunched over in front of Bai Sheng, his head hanging down.

Like a big dog that went to stir up trouble but ended up having fun, being kicked into the mire by someone else's majestic wolfdog and falling into the water.

There was no sound in the house for a while.

It took so long that Ma Tianxi felt uncomfortable all over. He scratched his hair in frustration and said hesitantly:

"Brother Bai, can I stop chasing you? You can let me do anything else."

Bai Sheng tapped the back of his left hand with his right index finger before turning his gaze to Ma Tianxi's young, handsome and frustrated face.

"What do you think of them?"

"what?"

Ma Tianxi raised his head blankly, then realized what he was asking and answered dryly:

"It's a perfect match."

"Hohohohahahahaha——"

Bai Sheng suddenly laughed in a weird way, and his completely broken voice was really creepy in the middle of a blizzard like this.

Even Ma Tianxi couldn't help straightening his back, tensing his hands on the wooden bench, and waited for Bai Sheng to finish laughing without saying a word.

Bai Sheng waited until he had laughed enough, and his pale face rarely showed a trace of color. He put his white gloves on his abdomen and sighed:

"Yeah... they're a perfect match."

"It's like a copper wall and an iron wall. No matter how hard you try, you can't separate it. It's really enviable, isn't it?"

Ma Tianxi half understood and half didn't understand, so he could only nod his head blankly, "Then...Brother Bai..."

"never mind."

Bai Sheng waved his hands slowly, with a hint of lack of interest on his face.

He turned his head, his narrow brown translucent eyes met Ma Tianxi's bright black and clear eyes, and he spoke slowly:

"Just be a friend. Just be an ordinary friend. If-"

"I would be happy if you could be that little girl's best friend."