Yan Gou

Jiang Bailu soon moved to Chris's small apartment.

The apartment is small and old.The refrigerator, sofa and dining table are placed in the living room. There is only a desk, a bed and a wardrobe in the bedroom, and there is not even a bathtub in the bathroom.

The camera that Jiang Bailu brought over was the only valuable item in the apartment.

The foot of the bed still makes that old creaking sound during sex.

After finishing, Jiang Bailu wanted to get out of bed to take a look, but Chris pushed him back into the bed, "Sleep."

Jiang Bailu didn't feel sleepy at all, and worriedly crawled over the boy's chest and lay down, "Will the bed collapse?"

Chris reached out to support the back of his head, and pressed his face into his arms, "It won't fall on you even if it collapses."

Jiang Bailu was silent for a second, then raised his head and said, "No, I'm not worried about this."

He hesitated to speak, "Is it expensive to buy a bed in the United States?"

Chris: "..."

There are many more scenes like this.

When the two went to buy groceries at a Walmart near the school, Jiang Bailu walked past the snack aisle without turning his eyes.

Chris stopped him: "Do you want to eat ice cream?"

Jiang Bailu shook his head, "No."

Chris didn't speak.

Jiang Bailu turned his head to look at him, and saw him fiddle with the old Nokia mobile phone with lowered eyes, without any emotion on his face.

I heard that children from poor families are more vulnerable and sensitive.

Jiang Bailu thought wildly all the way, and didn't even notice what Chris bought.

It wasn't until the checkout line, when the 40-year-old cashier uncle greeted him with a smile, that Jiang Bailu came back to his senses and turned to look at the shopping cart in Chris's hand——

Loaded with junk food he likes to eat.

Chris curled his lips lazily at him, "I asked Alan, it's all your favorite flavors."

At the same time, Jiang Bailu's mobile phone was bombarded with messages from Allen, "Honey, besides being poor, I discovered another unforgivable shortcoming of your boyfriend. My God, he doesn't even know what you like to eat snack."

Jiang Bailu: "..."

He frowned and asked the other party in Chinese: "Have you saved the tuition for the next school year?"

Chris: "..."

The two returned home with shopping bags, and Jiang Bailu was lying on the sofa playing with his mobile phone.Chris picked him up by his collar, handed him the washed cherries, and finally sat down beside him.

Jiang Bailu stood up and straddled the opponent's lap, picked up a cherry and put it in his mouth, then picked up another cherry and handed it to Chris's lips.The boy opened his lips and bit the cherry, raised his hand to press the back of his head, and sent the cherry back into his mouth, his tongue was stirring up and down in his mouth.

The bright red cherry juice trickled down from the corner of his lips.

Jiang Bailu raised his fair neck for Chris to lick and kiss.

Chris's eyes darkened, he leaned over to suck his chin, his voice was slightly hoarse: "Want to do it?"

Jiang Bailu put his arms around his neck and muttered with his eyes closed: "Cherries are very expensive in China."

Chris: "..."

The boy grabbed his waist and said in a deep voice, "Those who can come to America to study can't afford cherries."

Jiang Bailu blinked when he heard this, "But the money for the cherries is yours."

Chris: "..."

He thought for a second with no expression on his face, raised his eyelids and smiled, "My mother was a violinist when she was alive. Although she was not well-known, at least she had a good face. She had many men, and those people had a rich life and a strong background. , I can’t give her a title but I can give her money. She spent part of the money and left the rest to me.”

Jiang Bailu pursed his lips, "But I saw the envelope you put in the book on your desk. If I read it correctly, it should be a thank you letter from a local orphanage to an anonymous donor."

Chris raised the corners of his lips, "Although I don't want her money, I'm not so stupid that I don't leave any way out for myself."

"So, I can afford the four years of college tuition. I can afford the bed in the bedroom if it collapses. The part-time job in my hand can also maintain my daily life. At least I will tear off the clothes on you now, as long as It’s not a famous brand, I can buy it for you again.”

He pushed Jiang Bailu down on the sofa, put his hands on Jiang Bailu's face, and looked at him condescendingly, as if thinking about where to start, "However, first you have to solve the trouble you caused yourself. "