Human ladder

When Lu Congqi picked up Wen Yan from the school gate, Wen Yan groaned and squatted at the school gate for a long time.

He stood still in front of Wen Yan, looked down at Wen Yan without saying a word, raised his head and grinned at himself: "You come a little later, the innocent boy is out late at night, what should he do if he encounters danger?"

Lu Congqi looked around to confirm that what he said was not possible at all, then bent down to support Wen Yan, and pursed his lips, trying not to say a word to Wen Yan.

"Hey, why did you tell the dormitory auntie? Should I go to your dormitory to sleep this time? Our dormitory didn't lock the door for me."

In the middle of the dark road, Wen Yan's expression could not be seen clearly at all, only Wen Yan's voice was a little weak because of the stomach pain, and at this time, it even had a hint of grievance.

Still have a face of grievance?No, you can't show him too much face.

So Lu Congqi, who decided to be tough, said stiffly: "Impossible, the lights in your dormitory were still on when I came over."

He felt that the weight that had been leaning on his shoulders was getting heavier, Wen Yan said unyieldingly: "Really, if you don't believe me, go knock on the door. Knock those grandchildren open one by one. You have the ability."

It is absolutely impossible for him to do such a thing as waking up others in the middle of the night.

Not to mention that Wen Yan had already communicated with the gang in the dormitory, saying that he should not let them delay his life-long event, but he still concealed the gender of his partner.

Lu Congqi still compromised and helped Fu Wenyan's body that was almost attached to his body. The distance still made people feel a little uncomfortable, but he felt that this guy was very clingy when he was drunk, so he didn't want to be fussy with him.

"What's the reason again this time? You drink when something goes wrong, what else can you do in the future?"

Wen Yan smiled instead of answering, and said with a gossipy smile, "The woman blocking the door of your class today, I heard that you gave her your phone number in the end?"

"..."

Wen Yan: "Huh? So you like that type~"

Wen Yan continued to laugh indifferently, his eyes were squinted for the first time due to excessive force, and all the trembling emotions in the pupils were hidden under the crooked eyes.

People like Lu Congqi can easily feel embarrassed. If Wen Yan's face is the wall of the Great Wall, Lu Congqi's face has almost reached the point where it can be broken by blows. It turned red all of a sudden, and the same hands and feet insisted on walking a few steps before explaining weakly: "Ms. Ren was so nervous that she couldn't speak, and after waiting for another three hours, I told her that I was in my third year of high school. Going to college..."

Wen Yan, who was being dragged, suddenly didn't leave, but just stood there looking at Lu Congqi, smiling almost kindly: "So?"

Maybe he just wanted to hold back a sense of affection and tenderness, which was self-defeating and reminiscent of the flattering eunuch laughing in TV dramas.

"..."

Lu Congqi was almost instinctively vigilant, and he had already made up his mind that there must be nothing good for Wen Yan. The last time he laughed like this was when he hit someone on the head with a stool!

However, Wen Yan didn't do anything demonic, he just stepped forward to gather up the clothes that had been messed up since then, and said out of tune: "Hey, do you like Leslie Cheung?"

The confused Lu Congqi nodded subconsciously, and then felt something was wrong: "What's wrong with you? Don't you not like that kind of movie?"

"But he's gay?" Wen Yan was only half-true and half-fake surprised, but his heart was already up and down, thinking about Lu Congqi's attitude towards this, and at the same time, he felt that it was too abrupt to ask. Now, would someone as careful as Lu Congqi have already guessed what he meant by asking this question?

"So what? Murder is a crime? Besides, I like his movies..."

so what……

So what……

These words kept spinning in Wen Yan's head in the end, and finally the accent was forced to make his heart, which had been fluttering all the time, fall steadily to the ground.

There was a cool breeze, Wen Yan endured the pain in his abdomen and laughed in a low voice. Finally, he couldn't stand up because of the pain, so he grabbed Lu Congqi's arm and squatted down, but he still couldn't hide his stomach In the throbbing pain, his viscera were unsteady and he secretly rejoiced.

"Wen Yan, are you okay? Why did you ask this suddenly...I said, I told you not to drink so much wine, but you still drink."

A rambling voice came from the top of his head, the owner of the voice seemed to think that such scolding was not enough, he half pulled and half supported Wen Yan up, ready to let him look directly at the pain, but he didn't know whether he was using too much force or Wen Yan The boy Yan was very weak at this time, he pulled Wen Yan's arm up, and the weight that was still heavily on his body just now stood up lightly and hit his chest.

That muffled sound was enough to hurt the two of them for a long time.

However, Lu Congqi didn't even have time to feel the pain.

Because he heard Wen Yan who had crashed into his arms beating heavily on his eardrums like drums and thunder.

This kind of abnormal heartbeat makes Lu Congqi, who has always been a science student and a straight male thinking, blurt out subconsciously: "Are you okay? Your blood pressure is elevated, and alcohol can stimulate blood pressure..."

Wen Yan shook his head. In his opinion, he just took the opportunity to rub against his sweetheart's arms. When the smell of washing powder on Lu Congqi's clothes penetrated into his nostrils, it almost made his sense of taste completely blocked for an instant. It's still the same smell, and then it is transmitted to each of my senses by that taste.

With just one taste, he can rationally allocate all his senses and make up a erotic drama.

Xiao was thinking about Wen Yan, but he was just buried in Lu Congqi's arms, pretending to have a stomachache and unable to straighten his waist, and then said in a low voice, "It's okay, I like it too."

Lu Congqi heard Wen Yan's incoherent nonsense, so he treated it as the last nonsense and planned to deal with it.

Wen Yan was also in a cold sweat from the real pain. The short-term ups and downs of emotions made him exhausted in an instant, but he seemed to be afraid that Lu Congqi would not hear him, so his voice increased a little: "I like it too."

Then he leaned on Lu Congqi's shoulder and fell silent.

Pretending to be asleep is a trick that Wen Yan has always liked to play after he was drunk, because every time he gets drunk is the rare physical contact between him and Lu Congqi, he is greedy for every contact between Lu Congqi and himself, Even the throbbing and excitement brought to him by a simple touch made him addicted to it.

Wen Yan always felt that he was spoiled by Lu Congqi, no matter how late he was drunk, as long as he made a phone call, Lu Congqi would take him back without complaint.

However, he didn't understand.

why?

It's like Lu Congqi obviously didn't like that girl, but gave her his phone number.

Why should Lu Congqi be so good that it is not too much for everyone to like him in the end?

Wen Yan looked at Lu Congqi, who was looking at the road seriously at this moment, with the help of the light from unknown sources around him. It should be because of the high academic pressure in the third grade. Lu Congqi is now slightly myopic, and his eyes are too gentle and harmless. , along the eyelids is a beautiful arc, like riding a gurgling river on a bridge.

This river has carried the scenery of billions of light years and the unique enthusiasm and knowledge of young people along the way. Too many things have been deposited. Things are attracting Wen Yan to explore.

When Lu Congqi carried Wen Yan on his back all the way from the school gate to the dormitory, Wen Yan's breathing gradually became steady.

He felt Wen Yan's breathing on his neck, but his thoughts drifted farther and farther away, reminding him of a long time ago, this child who was one year younger than himself imitated an adult and drank half a bottle of white wine at the night market stall in the end. When I got gastric perforation and went to the emergency room, I called myself in the same way.

Wen Yan's only successor to his father is probably this alcoholic temper?

Lu Congqi sighed softly, not realizing that his every move and even every blink of an eye was being watched by others.

For the sake of convenience, the third-year dormitory moved to the first and second floors. Because of Lu Congqi, Wen Yan almost got acquainted with each other, but it was only Wen Yan's unilateral acquaintance... After all, Wen Yan has a notorious reputation and is so rotten that he stinks. The second grader, the leader of the experimental class in the third year of high school, the person who took the lead in resisting.

But it didn't work at all, who made this person get closer to the number one in the grade.

First in grade, close to the whole school.

Lu Congqi put Wen Yan on the bed, and after a simple wash, he set up a small lamp in front of the table. He still didn't say anything, even though Wen Yan had caused him a lot of trouble because of his heavy studies.

The learning status of everyone in the third year of high school is basically compared with each other. I can't see any one person doing more sets of questions than myself, studying for a while, because I am afraid of being overtaken and dare not relax.

It's just that Lu Congqi seems to have kept his own progress all the time, as if he has a very clear goal in his heart.

What kind of goals can make you so clear that you can ignore the competition around you?

Wen Yan suddenly felt a burst of fear for no reason, it was because he was afraid that a person would suddenly abandon himself and not play with him, and go to a better place, it would be wrong to stop him, and it would be wrong to let him go.

He suddenly opened his eyes without any sleepiness and just looked at the back of Lu Congqi studying. The shadows slipped into a large expanse of night, and gradually he couldn't even make out the figure printed on the wall.

Wen Yan looked at his phone, it was 45:[-] in the morning.

The person he likes is working hard to leave him.

This idea hovered in his mind for a long time, and under the stimulation of alcohol, he swelled more and more uncontrollably, and he became inexplicably irritable when he was so swollen.

At this moment, Lu Congqi's cell phone, which had been buckled on the table, turned on silently, attracting Wen Yan's attention.

It's so late, who will send him a message?

Wen Yan got up and asked as if he was being raped: "Who is it?"

Lu Congqi lowered his head and glanced at it. It was a WeChat message with only four words of unclear meaning: see death without help.

The screen turned on and off, Lu Congqi frowned slightly, and then said softly: "Spam messages."