handshake on sunset boulevard

Bi Wenjun exhausted his fastest speed, and before his mind could react, he had already crossed the sparsely trafficked road and hugged the boy.

The boy's reaction slowed down. He let himself fall into someone else's arms before he could react. Feeling the strong heartbeat clinging to him, he turned his head slowly and weakly. After seeing the face of the person coming, he closed his eyes in relief His eyes were closed, and he was hugged by Bi Wenjun like this, without opening his mouth. He was so weak that he seemed to be falling asleep, "I really want to sleep..." he said softly.

"Well, go to sleep, don't worry."

Bi Wenjun picked him up and walked across the flyover this time. The boy was really light, but his shoulder blades hurt his chest and his butterfly bones hurt his arms. Bi Wenjun's gentleman's hands were embarrassed to touch him because his clothes were broken As for the exposed shoulders, Bi Wenjun stopped on the flyover halfway, adjusted her posture deliberately, hugged the boy inside, and kept her hands from touching his skin, "He's just a boy, Bi Wen Jun, are you so particular? ’ Bi Wenjun laughed at herself, ‘Is he a dancer?The child who is hanging on the wire, flipping somersaults and flying in the sky' Bi Wenjun thought.He gritted his teeth and persisted until he got off the overpass and crossed a street, carried him into the car and placed him in the passenger seat, adjusted the seat, put the child's head in a comfortable position, and covered him with the coat on the back seat. , Bi Wenjun was also tired, thinking about sleeping in the car together for a while, and then sending him back to the dormitory when he woke up, and going home by himself...It's ridiculous to think about it, this kind of encounter is really ridiculous. unheard of.

At night, after 12 o'clock, the boy still didn't wake up. Bi Wenjun looked at his restless, sleepy, frowning sleepy eyes, and hesitated to wake him up.

"Hey, hey... wake up... it's 12 o'clock..." Patting the boy's face with both hands was useless.

"I have class tomorrow~" Bi Wenjun poked his arm with her finger.

"Mom will come to see you tomorrow~" Bi Wenjun snapped her fingers at his little face.

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"I'm a bad guy, let me tell you..." Bi Wenjun looked helplessly at the drowsy boy, and started to scare him. The boy opened his eyes and squinted at him, then closed them again. Eyes, the milky voice closed the eyes and said, "I'm so tired... My head hurts from crying... My eyes hurt too..."

"Where's the phone? If you haven't returned so late, your friends will be in a hurry. You should take a look." Bi Wenjun instructed.

"Friend...let me call my brother in the dormitory."

"Well, let's talk after the fight." Bi Wenjun was gentle and gentle.

"Huh?... oh~"

"Chengcheng, I'm brother... Oh, I suddenly had something to do, I was late going back to the dormitory, I was busy and forgot to tell you, I'm really sorry... I'm fine, I'm fine, I just have a cold, That's right...it's okay, don't worry about me, go to sleep, and try to buy you breakfast tomorrow morning~...well, umm, bye~" The boy who called his brother couldn't stop his eyes even though his rabbit eyes were red With watery endless tenderness, Bi Wenjun looked at him and smiled slightly.

"I... finished the fight, I was so... too tired, I didn't want to move, I didn't want to think about the problem, and then I felt as if I was sucked out, squatting on the ground After laying on my knees for a while...then I fell asleep from sleepiness." The boy's eyes were red, and he was talking stickily, looking at his finger that was twiddling back and forth, in embarrassment.

"It's okay, it's a trivial matter, you have to remember not to let others hug you casually in the future, and don't run out if your clothes are broken."

"um. Thank you."

"You're welcome, you should. We've met for a while. Be my friend. What's your name?" Bi Wenjun put one hand on the steering wheel and turned her head to look at him.

"My name is Zhu Zhengting...friend, right?" The boy sneered, the tip of his nose turned red again, he turned his head and looked out the window, he didn't want to cry anymore, but he couldn't help it.

"Zhu Zhengting, I'm Bi Wenjun, your alumni. Do you have a problem? About, friend?" Bi Wenjun didn't want to ask too many questions, so she asked a multiple-choice question.

"Bi Wenjun, be friends and promise me one thing." The boy was firm. "Although this proposal would be ridiculous, you have to promise me, Bi Wenjun."

"Tell me." Bi Wenjun looked at the back of his head and frowned slightly.

"Be my friend forever."

"Ah."

"I mean...be my friend forever."

"I promise."

"It's a friend..." Zhu Zhengting's voice was light and light, and his face became even paler under the shadow of the street lights.

"What do you mean?" Bi Wenjun's heart skipped a beat.

"...Don't like me." Zhu Zhengting turned his head suddenly, turned around and bent down to look up into Bi Wenjun's eyes.

Bi Wenjun stared directly in front of the driver's seat without turning her head to look at him. Bi Wenjun imagined that the boy's request might be selfish, materialistic, and irrelevant. What the boy said made him unexpected Questions, like a glass curtain wall, let him think clearly and breathless.

"I'm afraid of losing my friend..." the boy added, his voice choking.

Bi Wenjun was holding the steering wheel with both hands, his knuckles were turning white, his standard of conduct was not to say what he said, and he quickly reacted to this thorny problem in his mind.

"Bi Wenjun, can you speak well?" The boy slumped on the seat, his eyes filled with tears. Amidst the boy's hesitation in front of him, he felt more confused, uneasy and fearful about the world... .He trembled uncontrollably.