Destiny's Son is fascinated by me

...

After Xinghe went to middle school, he didn't make many friends at first.

The flamboyant young man is in his adolescence, from his family background to his clothes.

Chatting, hooking shoulders and walking past the girl he likes happily.

"Beginning in an orphanage" is a huge topic everywhere.

Xinghe put away his schoolbag indifferently, sat by the window, and read a book seriously.

The sunlight outside the window shone on his face, and small shadows appeared on his eyelashes.

When Jiang Chuanxu saw Xinghe for the first time, it was such a scene.

He has been involved in Galaxy for the next 15 years.

"You really don't have parents?"

The malicious boy smiled hippie and deliberately asked Xinghe.

"I don't know who gave birth to it, and no one taught it, right?"

Xinghe didn't pay attention to him, didn't even look up, just paused for a moment.

"I don't care if he has parents or not. I just know that if you talk nonsense again, your parents will have no son tomorrow."

"Do you believe I can do this?"

Jiang Chuanxu became famous in school with this sentence, of course, he also thought that he had unilaterally obtained Xinghe's friendship.

"Hey, brother."

Suddenly grabbing Xinghe's shoulder, Jiang Chuanxu made an exaggerated expression.

"I will be your deskmate from now on."

"Please take care of me."

Xinghe was a little dazed, and looked up at Jiang Chuanxu.

"Is there something wrong with you? Just press it so hard?"

Somewhat disgustingly, Xinghe pushed aside his arm, wrinkling his nose and dodging.

"Wow, you have no conscience."

Jiang Chuanxu simply pressed his entire upper body up.

"I just spoke for you, so you turned your face and denied you so soon?"

After murmuring a few words in a low voice, Jiang Chuanxu saw the corner of Xinghe's mouth raised.

Xinghe stared at Jiang Chuanxu, and there seemed to be tiny stars in his eyes.

Jiang Chuanxu only felt fluff caressing his heart, and then he heard Xinghe's answer.

Xinghe said, "Okay, please take care of me."

Since then, the one-sided friendship has turned into a double arrow.

...

After Yan Mingzhao knew that he could no longer appear in Xinghe's field of vision, he broke down and cried, and then told Yan's mother all about it.

Yan's mother's eyes were a little sad, even showing a little fear.

"I thought......"

She thought that Yan Mingzhao just had too much imagination, and she could find an excuse for him to ignore all this, so that Yan Mingzhao could return to real life.

And now she knows that Yan Mingzhao has been addicted to it for several years after that incident and cannot extricate himself.

"It's okay, you're just sick."

Mother Yan took Yan Mingzhao to the hospital.

The doctor's face was serious, and Mama Yan's eyes were red.

Yan Mingzhao told their stories over and over again.

A promise, hook your fingers.

Xinghe still has some chubby faces, couples who go back and forth.

As well as the falling peach blossoms and the silhouettes passing through.

The doctor said that Yan Mingzhao might have hallucinations.

Finally, under the watchful eyes of his mother praying, Yan Mingzhao took the medicine prescribed by the doctor.

"It turned out that I was really sick."

Yan Mingzhao sighed.

Back home, Yan Mingzhao sat at the desk and looked out the window.

The old trees are tall, luxuriant and green.

"S City has no peach blossoms."

Finished eating.

Yan Mingzhao counted the pills in his hand, and took another glass of water.

At this time, a blurry scene appeared before Yan Mingzhao's eyes again.

Take one more look at him as farewell.

"You really don't have parents?"

This was the first sentence Yan Mingzhao heard.

Then he saw Xinghe's drooping eyelashes, and felt Xinghe's loneliness.

Yan Mingzhao suddenly thought of Xinghe's tears before saying goodbye to him.

But it's different from tears.

Jiang Chuanxu hugged Xinghe carelessly, defending him ferociously.

Yan Mingzhao saw Xinghe's long-lost smile.

This smile, this friendship, even every minute and every second at this moment.

None of them belonged to Yan Mingzhao anymore.

The water glass in his hand fell to the ground with a crisp shattering sound.

The pills in the palm of the hand are also loosely held in the palm of the hand.

Yan Mingzhao felt very painful.

He didn't know whether to follow his heart or choose to obey the doctor's words.

Is this an illusion, or an undiscovered reality?

"What happened? What broke?"

Mother Yan pushed open the door worriedly, and saw the brittle glass in the room.

Yan Mingzhao's eyes were still a little dazed, but he made a decision.

"It's okay, my hand slipped accidentally."

He responded slowly and took the initiative to clean the room.

"Have you taken the medicine?"

Mother Yan asked cautiously in a low voice.

Yan Mingzhao nodded.

"have eaten."

The pills lie quietly in the trash can.

...

As soon as Xinghe entered the school gate, he was caught by Jiang Chuanxu who was guarding the gate early.

The feeling of being dragged around the neck was too suffocating, Xinghe couldn't help but turn dark.

"Are you a dog?"

"Still letting people breathe?"

Xinghe punched Jiang Chuanxu hard, squeezed his collar and coughed, only then did he feel much better.

"Dogs are better than chicks. Look at your body shape. You're not too skinny."

"I can carry three of you in one hand."

Jiang Chuanxu leaned over with a smile again, and pressed the top of Xinghe's head.

"Brother, I will protect you from now on."

Xinghe sneered, and walked towards the classroom without looking back.

"It's so difficult to serve, with such a bad temper."

After complaining a few words, Jiang Chuanxu followed up honestly.

"Hey, wait for me!"

Xinghe entered the classroom, cleared the table, and inadvertently swept across a person.

It was the boy who made sarcasm and made fun of him yesterday.

The boy had bruises on his face, his eyes were swollen, and he walked with a limp.

Xinghe and the boy's eyes intertwined.

There was fear and panic in the boy's eyes, and he dodged.

Xinghe knocked on the table and suddenly smiled.

Jiang Chuanxu followed in bluffing, panting loudly while running.

"I told you to wait for me, and you still walk so fast. How long are your legs?"

He met Xinghe's smile, and suddenly stopped in his tracks with a distorted expression.

"What are you doing?"

With such a gentle and beautiful smile, the weasel has no good intentions in wishing the chicken a new year.

Xinghe nodded.

"Thank you."

what thanks?

Jiang Chuanxu scratched his head, puzzled.

But he saw Xinghe's curved eyebrows and small, sharp canine teeth.

At this moment, Xinghe's eyes fully reflected himself.

Jiang Chuanxu's head was a mess.

He waved his hand a little silly.

"it's okay no problem."

Jiang Chuanxu didn't know what happened until he sat down.

However, Jiang Chuanxu turned his face to look at Xinghe, he was frowning slightly and calculating the topic, this feeling is quite good.

A hand suddenly appeared in front of Xinghe's face, dragging a few toffee.

"Eat?"

Jiang Chuan Xuweng made a sound, turned his face away, and just didn't look at Xinghe.

"Don't eat."

"You interrupted my study."

Xinghe is a ruthless learning machine, pushing away Jiang Chuanxu's hand.

?

"Don't eat and pull down."

Jiang Chuanxu withdrew his hand, deliberately peeled a candy, and dangled in front of Xinghe.

Xinghe stared at Jiang Chuanxu, pouted.

Jiang Chuanxu opened his mouth wide, and stuffed the sugar into his mouth in slow motion.

Xinghe sneered.

Satisfied, Jiang Chuanxu proudly peeled off a candy again, and pushed it into Xinghe's mouth regardless of Xinghe's disgusted expression.

The sweet taste of milk spreads in the mouth.

Xinghe quietly licked it with the tip of his tongue.

"I said it was delicious, will you listen to brother next time?"

Suddenly a word.

The happiness and satisfaction that quietly rose in Xinghe's heart just disappeared.

"Silly X"

Making a gesture of mouth to Jiang Chuanxu, Xinghe raised his eyebrows.

?

"How did you talk to your brother?"

The sugar in Jiang Chuanxu's mouth has not yet melted, and he complained vaguely.

"Forget it, I don't care about you, adults have a lot."

Later, Jiang Chuanxu stuffed Xinghe with a lot of sugar.

Until one day it was the turn of strawberry candy.

Xinghe narrowed his eyes for the first time, patiently licked off the candy bit by bit, looked at Jiang Chuanxu, without saying a word.

Jiang Chuanxu discovered the New World.

"I finally caught it!"

"So you like strawberry flavor."

At that moment, there were peach petals falling outside the window, which was a good season.

...

Yan Mingzhao walked behind the boy for a long time.

Until entering an alley.

Yan Mingzhao could hear his eager breathing and hasty footsteps.

There is the faint "russling" sound of the breeze in my ears.

He didn't know why he followed, and he couldn't suppress the anger and jealousy deep in his heart. Yan Mingzhao slowly stretched out his hand and touched the wall.

Retracting his fingers in disbelief, and nimbly grasping, Yan Mingzhao seemed to have vaguely understood something.

He took a few steps quickly and put his hand on the boy's shoulder.

"Who are you?"

The boy turned his head, a little impatient, and his tone was pulled and irritable.

Yan Mingzhao stood upright, and suddenly smiled in a low voice, with some bloodshot eyes.

"Neuropathy!"

After dropping a few words of swearing, the boy turned around, ready to leave.

Yan Mingzhao slammed the boy against the wall, and punched him in the face. He didn't feel any pain, and he didn't feel tired. He only knew that this man must be taught a lesson and pay the price for what he said.

"If I hear you talking cheap again, it will be more than just beating you up."

Pressing hard on the boy's bruised wound, Yan Mingzhao stared into his eyes.

"understand?"

"Stop touching him in the future!"

The boy trembled with some fear and nodded in a panic.

Yan Mingzhao patted the boy's face lightly, and crushed him hard with his feet.

"You're really right."

"I'm sick."

"So you'd better be nice and understand what I mean?"

The boy's scream was covered in his mouth, Yan Mingzhao withdrew his hand, and straightened his clothes again.

"Go away!"

Yan Mingzhao felt a little tired, but the anger and frustration in his heart were swept away.

"Like a shadow."

"There is another way for me to be by your side."

later.

Yan Mingzhao likes to stay outside the window of Xinghe's seat.

He watched him study, take exams.

Be happy with every compliment he receives.

Sometimes Xinghe fell asleep on the table.

Yan Mingzhao would cautiously reach in and pull the curtains to block the sun.

He counted Xinghe's eyelashes one by one, and he also knew that Xinghe would be distracted in class, so he quietly drew a few simple pictures on the book.

He knew Xinghe's name, and sometimes he would whisper it in his ear, and then secretly laughed at his bewildered look.

The only annoying one is probably Xinghe's deskmate.

Yan Mingzhao hated Jiang Chuanxu.

I hate his arm pressing on Xinghe's shoulder, I hate his sly smile after feeding Xinghe candy, and I even hate when he gently covers Xinghe's forehead to block the light on a sunny afternoon.

Until one day.

Xinghe lay on the table as if in a deep sleep, with a book seal printed on half of his cheek.

Yan Mingzhao saw that Jiang Chuanxu stretched out his hand gently, and slowly put it on Xinghe's drooping fingers, grasping carefully.

He withdrew his hand quickly as if he had been electrocuted, looked left and right, breathed a sigh of relief, his ears were red, and he scratched his head shyly.

Xinghe lay on his side, with his back to Jiang Chuanxu, motionless.

But Yan Mingzhao felt cold all over.

He saw Xinghe opened his eyes, and he didn't resist or dislike him.

Xinghe smiled.

The author has something to say: Warm reminder again: these chapters are quite regrettable, so everyone must buy carefully according to their own tolerance~