accompany me

Ten minutes later, they stood in front of the breakfast shop at the gate of the community, looking at each other.

"Anything is fine," He Yi said, "I will pay for it myself, so I don't need to bother you."

Chi Yang only listened to the first half of the sentence, ordered his share, then pointed to a few things that He Yi liked according to his observation, turned on his mobile phone and scanned the payment code: "Boss, let's go together."

It is rare for him to wear a sweater today, and he changed into a light-colored jacket with a hood and the zipper open. In this season in the north, his hair is unimaginably tight, which forms a sharp contrast with He Yi.

But when He Yi took the breakfast from him, his cold fingers accidentally touched his hand, but it was still warm.

Not only Chi Yang, it was also the first time in He Yi's life that he walked slowly to school with others.

There are not many pedestrians at this point, but it is in the school district after all, and it is getting closer and closer to the school, and there are gradually more students of their age.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but He Yi always feels that when he walks with the person beside him, there seem to be more tentative eyes around him.

"Are they looking at you..." He pondered for a long time, swallowed the last sip of soy milk, and asked.

Chi Yang looked down at his phone, not caring about the eyes of passers-by, and glanced at him when he heard this: "Are you jealous?"

When he asked this question, his tone was as natural as usual, and He Yi's calm reaction was also as usual, falling silent without comment.

Just when Chi Yang thought he was going to let this topic die in silence, he suddenly stopped, put the empty soy milk bag in his hand into the trash can, and asked: "Actually, I wanted to ask you last time. What do you mean by being jealous?"

Chi Yang raised his eyebrows, thinking that this word has run through ancient and modern times, so it should not be included in the scope of hot words beyond the age, so he asked in surprise: "You don't know?"

"I've heard of it," He Yi replied truthfully, "I heard it in TV dramas by chance, but I still can't understand it."

Chi Yang turned around and stopped in front of him with a complicated expression: "...Really, you don't even know this?"

But soon the banter in his eyes slowly sank, and was replaced by something more serious—he suddenly realized that He Yi couldn't understand what jealousy was, or was defenseless against all kinds of intimate temptations. The calm situation, in a sense, has something in common with myself.

Just like when he was just picked up from the orphanage a few years ago, the long-term deformed social relationship suddenly became normal and orderly, and the kindness of others made him hard to understand for a while, and he even played tricks on leaving several nannies.

After struggling in the dark for a long time, I can't understand the way the light falls.

He kept his hands in his pockets, looked down at He Yi, complex emotions flashed in his eyes, and soon changed into his usual generous smile: "I want to lock you up and stay by your side all the time. If someone I would be offended trying to talk to you over me - that's jealousy."

His explanation was not vivid at all, mixed with a lot of selfishness, and even a little sneaky change of concept, but He Yi listened carefully, as if digesting an unfamiliar math problem, lowered his eyes, thought for a moment before opening his mouth: "Then I Don't be jealous."

"Ok?"

"If anyone wants to talk to you, I don't mind," he said quietly. "That's your freedom."

It is also the expected answer. It stands to reason that this topic should be over after talking here.But Chi Yang smiled lowly, leaned close to him, stretched out his hand in his pocket, and stroked He Yi's face.

Warm palms brushed against He Yi's cold cheeks and ears, ambiguously—he lowered his head, kept the distance between his forehead and asked softly, "Then if I treat others like this, do you mind?"

"Won't you mind if I take someone you don't know home to sleep over tonight, kiss him and hug him in front of your face, and do something worse on the couch you slept on... ?”

He Yi's calm and confrontational gaze was always in his eyes, and he had no doubts, if it wasn't for the upbringing that can't interrupt others, that beautiful mouth would blurt out in a second, "I don't mind, I'm going to be late , you get up first."

But he didn't give He Yi a chance to interrupt, he spoke in a low voice, with a malicious and aggressive smile, and added slowly: "I will drive you out in order to keep others at home, so you won't do you mind?"

Those beautiful eyebrows finally frowned slightly, He Yi took a step back, broke away from the intimate and ambiguous atmosphere, and said softly: "That's your home, it's your freedom to stay whoever you want to spend the night..."

Chi Yang's eyes darkened.

"But..." He Yi paused unnaturally. It seemed that these words had crossed the bottom line of parenting, but he still said it, "If you don't let me go, I will be very grateful."

He forced himself to finish speaking calmly, stepped around Chi Yang, and left on his own.

Chi Yang was stunned for a moment, and raised the corners of his mouth, as if he felt great joy at his words, he turned around and followed him a few steps, put his arm around He Yi's shoulder, and said with a smile: "You're kidding, how could I be willing?" let you go."

Chi Yang, perhaps because of his innate sense of oppression and aggression, or because of his vigor in a difficult environment, almost all the teachers who have taught him and the classmates who have been with him, have a good relationship with him. All comments are inseparable from the sentence "Like a wolf".

Especially when they looked at each other suddenly, there was a smile in those eyes, but the eyes were cold and wary, as if they met a wolf cub that had just hunted on its own in the wilderness, with extraordinary talents, and already had the intention of playing with the weak prey to death , and staring at its prey wholeheartedly, not only guarding against the rabbit's eagerness to bite back, but also always guarding against the same kind that are also eyeing.

Even though this wolf nature has diminished in several years of normal social life, it is no longer so aggressive, and it is wrapped in a careless human appearance, but just like the scars on his body hidden under the loose and soft sweater, there is a certain ferocious Things are hidden in his bones, which will never disappear and wear down with the blood.

When sharing the lighter for the first time, he asked He Yi why he wasn't afraid of him, which was actually reasonable - after all, in the past ten years or so, there was hardly anyone who wasn't afraid of him, or feared him.

Even those children in the orphanage who bullied him by relying on their numbers and strength, while punching him, were still afraid of him and did not dare to look him in the eye.The mother in charge of them was afraid of his ferocious gaze, and didn't even dare to come up to persuade them to fight, for fear that this wolf-like child would be cornered and do something unimaginable.

Over time, even Chi Yang himself accepted this fact. After all, the label of werewolf sounds pretty cool, and he wouldn't suffer if others thought of him that way.

Especially when facing He Yi, this setting is really appropriate - if he were a wolf, he would definitely hurt this gentle and funny human teenager, bring him back to his den and raise him in captivity. Heal his injuries and stay by his side every day until he can no longer leave himself.

He also occasionally shows off his canine qualities and doesn't mind wagging his fluffy tail at him.

But He Yi is probably not an ordinary weak prey that can be killed easily.

"What are you thinking?" The prey stretched out his hand, the end of the pen fell in front of his eyes, and tapped the table twice lightly, "Aren't you going to go to physical education class?"

"No," Chi Yang recovered from his inexplicable fugue, "he didn't call me by name."

He Yi just asked him out of duty, nodded after listening, stood up calmly, turned to leave.

"Hey, brother," Chi Yang stretched out his arm to grab a handful, held his wrist that was exposed outside his sleeve, and asked knowingly with a smile, "Where are you going?"

"..." Probably the fish, the memory of the fish is only seven seconds.He Yi stopped in his tracks, and did not break away in a good-tempered manner, "Physical education class."

Chi Yang didn't know that the werewolf tag he had been with all year round had been replaced with a fish, so he shook his hand, as if maliciously coquettish: "Don't go, stay with me."

Before He Yi could speak, he added another sentence: "Anyway, the physical education teacher believes in you, and he won't pursue it if he gives him a note afterwards."

These words seemed to be picked on a certain nerve of He Yi.He lowered his head and looked at Chi Yang, who was lying on the table without style and money, with one hand still holding his wrist, a smile appeared in the corner of his eyes, as if he had heard something interesting: "Why didn't you pursue it?"

"Who would pursue a good student like you? It's too late to hurt you." Chi Yang knew how to make him happy, and said, "Otherwise, you go to the back door to smoke every time you leave, why hasn't he noticed?"

The preparatory bell had already rang, and there were only the two of them left in the classroom, standing and sitting, silently confronting each other.Chi Yang was still holding He Yi's wrist, the high temperature in his palm wrapped around the wrist bone, it was a little hot, and there was an undeniable irony.

After a long stalemate, He Yi glanced at the monitor in the corner of the ceiling, and as if he was persuaded, the corner of his mouth raised briefly: "Okay."

"Go to the rooftop," he heard himself say, "for a cigarette."

Chi Yang nodded, sat up straight, but didn't let go of his hand, took advantage of his inattention and pulled him an inch, opened his arms, wrapped his arms around his waist, and rolled him into his arms.

He lowered his head, pressed against the clothes on He Yi's belly, smelled the faint, indistinct fruity or herbaceous scent from He Yi's body, and raised the corners of his mouth happily.

"What are you doing?" He Yi asked while supporting the table with one hand, and put the other hand on his shoulder in the confusion, trying to stabilize his center of gravity.

"It's nothing," Chi Yang's voice muffled through the fabric, "Hug me."

He Yi won't pursue it, he thought.

He would just stand there calmly, as if he couldn't understand this kind of intimate behavior at all, and let him hug her, waiting for him to let go.

Like that steady heartbeat that never changes because of him.

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