After the cannon fodder mission was completed, the younger male protagonist went crazy

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have called you childish."

Qiao Wenzhou remained unmoved. He still sat quietly with his head down.

Chen Xingzhu immediately changed her words, "What I meant is that you are not childish at all. I misunderstood."

At this time, Qiao Wenzhou opened his eyelids a little, "No, I am indeed childish."

It is indeed childish to use actual actions to prove something just because you are misunderstood.

"Ah?" Chen Xingzhu blinked, "???" What's going on?

"What's wrong with you?" Chen Xingzhu moved closer. Why did she act like a grumpy little girl?

Qiao Wenzhou half-closed his eyes, said nothing and did not move.

Chen Xingzhu was even more confused. He rubbed his head, feeling a little overwhelmed.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that to you."

As soon as he finished speaking, he noticed a hint of red in the other person's eyes.

Chen Xingzhu: ! ! Damn! Crying…crying???

Chen Xingzhu panicked instantly, "Yes, yes, yes... I'm sorry!!"

At this moment, Qiao Wenzhou turned his head to look at Chen Xingzhu. His black eyeballs were soaked with water. His lips moved slightly a few times, as if there were thousands of words stuck between his lips and teeth.

Chen Xingzhu's posture immediately became stiff, and his eyes looked cautious and at a loss.

"You...you...what's wrong?" he asked as carefully as possible.

"Mr. Chen..." A simple call, so light that it seemed to be blown away by the wind.

"Uh, huh, what's wrong?" Chen Xingzhu spoke very softly, as if treating a fragile object.

"You know what? Since I was 7 years old, no one has ever called me childish..."

The corners of his mouth were turned up, seemingly smiling, but his face looked uglier than crying.

His heart suddenly skipped a beat and Chen Xingzhu pursed his lips tightly.

Suddenly, he stood up, walked to the boy, and Chen Xingzhu gently, gently took the boy into his arms.

Qiao Wenzhou paused and fell silent.

At the same time, when he appeared in the invisible shadow and was hugged, the corners of Qiao Wenzhou's lips curled up for a moment.

A breeze blew, fluttering the white curtains by the window.

In the neat room, a man was holding a young boy in his arms.

Standing and sitting, the boy's head just fell in the man's arms.

Time seemed to have stopped and space seemed to have stopped flowing.

For a moment, neither of them said anything, they just simply hugged each other.

When they were close, Chen Xingzhu could still smell the cold breath on the other person.

Chen Xingzhu sighed in his heart: Oh, what a poor thing.

Perhaps because the other person's embrace was too gentle, or perhaps because the sun was shining brightly today, Qiao Wenzhou slowly raised his arms.

He hugged back.

The already raging flood seemed to be about to burst its banks, but Qiao Wenzhou no longer wanted to care about it.

He completely let himself go.

The hug lasted for half an hour, and only when the noise outside became louder did Chen Xingzhu let go of the other person.

After stepping back, Chen Xingzhu said with a smile: "Little friend, you are still young, you have the right to be willful."

"If you want to laugh, laugh. If you don't want to laugh, don't laugh. Similarly, if you want to be childish, be childish. If you don't want to be childish, don't be childish." Across the void, he tapped the other person's forehead, his brows smiling, "Do you understand?"

Qiao Wenzhou's eyes paused slightly, and he subconsciously rubbed his fingertips which still retained the other person's body temperature.

Then, he looked up and showed a flamboyant smile that was inconsistent with his age, "Mr. Chen, you are wrong, I am not a child, I have already become an adult."

Also, being young does not give you the right to be willful; being indulged by others gives you the capital to be willful.

"Ah? Is that so?" Chen Xingzhu recalled.

Then, "Emmm, I think 20 years old is still a child."

Then, "Not only at 20, but even at 30 or 40, you can still be a child."

"Really?" Qiao Wenzhou tilted his head, "I will always be your little friend?"

"Hey!" Chen Xingzhu: "Don't change the concept!"

"Hahaha!" Qiao Wenzhou finally laughed heartily.

In response, Chen Xingzhu spread his hands and said, "Well, in a sense, you will always be my little friend."

After all, he could never be younger than Qiao Wenzhou.

Hearing this, Qiao Wenzhou's smile became even wider, mixed with a hint of paranoia.

He stared intently at the indulgent man in front of him.

He knew that he won, but it was because of the other party's softness.

……

At night, Chen Xingzhu stayed to keep watch with Qiao Wenzhou.

Outside the window, there is a cool breeze and the moon is bright.

A perfect night for conversation.

With his eyes open in the darkness, Chen Xingzhu was organizing words in his mind.

He was going to ask Qiao Wenzhou about his childhood.

However, before he could figure out how to start speaking, Qiao Wenzhou's voice suddenly rang out.

"Mr. Chen, do you really not have to go back?"

Chen Xingzhu: “No need.”

"Mr. Chen, is it really okay not to go back?"

Chen Xingzhu: "It doesn't matter."

"Mr. Chen, you..."

Chen Xingzhu had already predicted, "It's okay, don't worry, the work has been taken care of, and there is no need to notify my family. I will stay here, it doesn't matter."

Moreover, he glanced at the figure next to him and sighed in his heart. Who was it that had tears in its eyes when he was about to leave? Who was it that was hesitant to speak when he was about to wave goodbye? Whose eyes were filled with "stay, stay, please stay"? Just like a little puppy.

"Is that so..." The sound of fabric rubbing against each other was heard, and Qiao Wenzhou leaned sideways.

He half-raised his head and used the afterglow from the window to outline the man's figure.

The high nose bridge, the curled eyelashes, the plump lips, the round chin, he used his eyes to scan every inch of the other person's skin.

"Qiao Wenzhou?"

"Ah."

"your mom……"

"what happened?"

“…No…Nothing’s wrong.”

Chen Xingzhu still didn't have the courage to ask. He felt that opening up other people's scars was... a bit unkind.

After just a second's pause, Qiao Wenzhou quickly figured everything out.

Chen A'man, who warned him blatantly, must have also said something to Chen Xingzhu.

What did you say?

Qiao Wenzhou thought that he must have talked about some things from his childhood. After all, those things were easy to investigate.

Then...Qiao Wenzhou had a slight doubt.

Since he already knew something, why did Chen Xingzhu still say something like "little friend"?

Why could such a bad boy like him be tolerated by the other party?

Qiao Wenzhou couldn't figure out such a question.

It was like he didn't understand why the other party chose to stay.

There are also many things that are unclear, such as why Chen Xingzhu can still tolerate his existence after being bullied by him?

Mr. Chen, who was high and mighty, condoned his wanton aggression.

This is an incredible thing, and no one would believe it if I told them.

But that was the fact, even though he couldn't figure it out for the time being.

Lowering his eyes slightly, Qiao Wenzhou turned his thoughts to the present.

Obviously, Chen Xingzhu wanted to know about his childhood.

Then...tell it to him.

"My mother..."

Chen Xingzhu was immediately cheered up.

“…She’s a very strong person.”

Chen Xingzhu agreed with this point. Yes, that’s right, Ye Wenxin is indeed like that!

He didn't know that while he was so sure in his heart, his head was nodding repeatedly.

A small stone fell into the center of the heart lake, causing a circle of ripples. There was a moment's pause in Qiao Wenzhou's voice.

When the ripples melted into the lake of his heart, Qiao Wenzhou continued, "On a rainy night, my mother carried me on her back to a town eight miles away to see a doctor..."

Ha, Chen Xingzhu suddenly laughed.

Before Qiao Wenzhou cast a doubtful look at him, Chen Xingzhu quickly apologized, "Sorry."

At this moment, it was inappropriate to suddenly laugh, and his simple apology was too light.

So he explained very seriously: "Maybe you know? 'My mother carried me to see a doctor on a rainy day' has been written too much by elementary school students."

The corners of his lips fell back in an instant, and Qiao Wenzhou narrowed his eyes slightly.

Then, Chen Xingzhu changed the subject and asked, "Why do so many people like to write about this kind of thing?"

Chen Xingzhu speculated, "Maybe the participants felt the deep love from their mothers, so they wanted to record it."