Savage growth

After school, Jiang Ye told Jiang Yao that he was going to find Feng Zhuo, and Jiang Yao immediately proposed, "Then I'm going home."

Jiang Yao didn't have any opinion on Feng Zhuo, but because whenever Jiang Ye and Feng Zhuo met, they either discussed playing games or various famous brand cars and other topics that only boys would be interested in.

Jiang Yao would naturally feel bored if she couldn't get in the conversation. Over time, she didn't like to follow them like a little tail when they were both around.

Lu Chuan walked unhurriedly to Jiang Ye's side after Jiang Ye sent his sister away, and went to Feng Zhuo's house with him.

When they arrived, Feng Zhuo and Duan Yi had already prepared dinner, and there were a few delicate dishes on the table, which looked pretty good.

That's... what's the mess in the middle?

Lu Chuan was staring at it, Feng Zhuo came over with the wine, seeing that he was looking so seriously, he smiled and said, "Who do you think made this dish?"

Lu Chuan speculated and thought about it seriously, and said, "Brother Yi."

Feng Zhuo suppressed his laughter, but Duan Yi's voice came from behind, "What misunderstanding do you have about me?"

Lu Chuan turned his head, still looking cold, and spoke calmly: "Young master, you are delicate, and you don't know how to cook."

Duan Yi laughed angrily, "I really dare to say it."

Feng Zhuo couldn't help laughing beside him. He patted Lu Chuan on the shoulder, but Lu Chuan suddenly avoided him vigilantly and frowned in disgust.

Because Lu Chuan's reaction was too big, the atmosphere suddenly became awkward.

Lu Chuan blinked quickly, and just about to apologize, Jiang Ye came out of the bathroom and asked, "What are you talking about?"

Feng Zhuo laughed and said, "Let Lu Chuan guess who made the dish in the middle."

Jiang Ye glanced at it, with a disgusted expression, and said casually: "Is there any need to guess? There is no one else who can make this kind of dark cuisine except you."

Feng Zhuo smiled triumphantly, "Lu Chuan guessed wrong, he said Brother Yi did it. Because Brother Yi is a young master, squeamish, and doesn't know how to cook hahahahahahahaha!"

"Pfft..." Jiang Ye couldn't help laughing.

Duan Yi said to Lu Chuan: "Don't eat what I made for a while."

Jiang Ye hooked Lu Chuan's shoulders and leaned closer to his ear, but did not suppress his voice, and said, "Let's not eat the middle plate, it's unbearable."

Lu Chuan: "..."

When Duan Yi and Feng Zhuo saw Jiang Ye touching Lu Chuan's shoulder, he didn't react at all. They were a little puzzled and strange.

Just now Feng Zhuo just expressed kindness and patted him on the shoulder so that he almost exploded, why is he so calm now?

The two looked at each other and said nothing.

After he was seated, Feng Zhuo put a bottle of beer in front of everyone, and poured some white wine into the small wine glasses of each of the four of them.

"There are no outsiders here today, let's have a good drink!"

As soon as Feng Zhuo finished talking about Duan Yi, he said, "Can you be happy if you drink too much?"

Feng Zhuo touched his nose embarrassingly, and said with a smile: "I haven't touched alcohol for a long time, so it's okay to indulge once in a while."

Then he said frankly to Lu Chuan and Jiang Ye: "Drink to your heart's content too, and sleep directly in another bedroom."

Lu Chuan: "..."

He suddenly remembered that he didn't tell Lu Mingyong that he would not go home for dinner when he came out tonight, so he immediately picked up his mobile phone to say something, Jiang Ye asked, "Why are you using your mobile phone?"

Lu Chuan lowered his head to find Lu Mingyong's WeChat account that he didn't contact often, and said casually, "Tell the family that you won't go back for dinner at night..."

Before the words finished, Duan Yi said: "I have already told them, you and I will eat outside."

Lu Chuan, who had just found Lu Mingyong's WeChat, froze his fingers, and then he put the phone behind him.

Lu Chuan really didn't expect Duan Yi's cooking skills to be so good. Except for the mushy okra in the middle, the other dishes make people drool just by looking at them. The taste is just right, salty Moderate, fresh and delicious.

Seeing that Lu Chuan just ate a mouthful of battered okra for Feng Zhuo's face, Duan Yi never put his chopsticks into the plate in the middle, and kept eating his dishes, so he raised his eyebrows and asked him, "Is it delicious?"

Lu Chuan nodded, "Yes."

Duan Yi snorted and laughed.

Feng Zhuo saw that Duan Yi's cooking was almost finished, and his plate of okra was barely moving, he couldn't help being sad, his face turned red after drinking too much, and said: "You don't eat what I cook? I made it specially to entertain you."

Jiang Ye, who drank white and beer, also got on the head at this time, and said directly to Feng Zhuo: "Brother, I advise you to give up cooking, who can eat all the dishes you cook... ..."

Feng Zhuo got up and made a gesture to hit Jiang Ye, but Jiang Ye smiled and hid in Lu Chuan's side. Lu Chuan was so affected that he couldn't eat normally, so Jiang Ye could only hide by dragging his clothes.

On the other side, Duan Yi watched the three of them making a fuss, and while drinking white wine, they ate the dish that had no appetite at first glance.

When they finished their fuss and returned to the dining table, the mushy okra on the table was gone.

"Brother, your dried vegetables are gone!" Jiang Ye pressed his hands on the table, bent over and looked around carefully at each plate, as if he was looking for the dish made by Feng Zhuo.

Seeing his posture, Lu Chuan knew that this man was drunk again.

It's good enough, even if you can't drink enough, you still have to drink so much.

Lu Chuan grabbed him by the back collar and pushed him onto the chair, and said angrily, "If you lie on your face again, you'll put it on the plate."

Jiang Ye laughed, propping his head with one hand and waving the other, "How is it possible, I'm not drunk."

"How could you do such a stupid thing?"

Feng Zhuo was also looking for his own cooking, but was told by Duan Yi: "I poured it."

Feng Zhuo stared, "You pay me!"

"Okay, I'll accompany you." Duan Yi responded with a smile.

Feng Zhuo snorted, "That's about the same."

Jiang Ye kept looking at Lu Chuan. Lu Chuan felt uncomfortable being watched by him. He drank a glass of wine, then turned his face and glared at him, and said angrily, "Have you seen enough?"

Jiang Ye was happy and shook his head.

Lu Chuan lost his temper in an instant.

Fortunately, Feng Zhuo pulled Jiang Ye to the sofa, so Lu Chuan's heartbeat gradually became so fast.

The two drunken alcoholics didn't know what to mutter together. Lu Chuan and Duan Yi sat face to face on both sides of the dining table. Neither of them spoke, but occasionally clinked glasses and drank a few sips of wine.

Jiang Ye was being told by Feng Zhuo "what is it like to like someone".

Although Jiang Ye felt that the topic of his cousin was inexplicable, he still listened carefully.

"If you like someone, to put it plainly, you want to get close to him when you see him. If you don't see him, you can't stop thinking about him. You always want to chat with him. When you send him a message, you always hold your phone and wait for him. Reply, I feel that every second waiting for his reply is extremely long, but the moment I see his message jump out, I will be very happy and laugh like a fool."

Jiang Ye thought about it half-understood, but before he came up with a reason, Feng Zhuo continued to impart "knowledge" to him: "You want to share all the good things with him, he is happy and you are happy, and he is sad You are more sad than him. You will be possessive of him, you will want him to be yours alone, and you will feel uncomfortable or even angry when you see others getting close to him, commonly known as—jealous.”

Jiang Ye tilted his head and was thinking seriously. Today, when he saw Hao Shuai hooking Lu Chuan on Lu Chuan but not pushing him away, his feeling at that time... Is it what his cousin said, because he became possessive, so he was jealous?

Seeing Jiang Ye's confused expression, Feng Zhuo sighed, and said with emotion: "You can't teach a child."

"Let me tell you the last point, the most important, and the most intuitive."

Feng Zhuo took Jiang Ye's hand, put it on Jiang Ye's heart, and said to him: "When you are thinking of someone, your heart beats fast, which means you have feelings for him."

Jiang Ye happened to be thinking about Lu Chuan in his mind, and with his hand pressed against his left chest through the soft sweater, he could really feel his heart beating one after another, much faster than usual, like a deer bumping around.

After Feng Zhuo finished speaking, he leaned on the sofa, smiled happily, turned his head to Jiang Ye and said, "That's how I treat Brother Yi."

Jiang Ye raised his eyes in a daze to look at Lu Chuan, who was sitting at the dining table and was clinking glasses with Duan Yi. His vision was full of him, and his heartbeat seemed to be much faster.

I don't know if Lu Chuan noticed his gaze, turned his face to look this way, Jiang Ye suddenly met his dark and quiet eyes, and the hand on his heart suddenly dropped as if it had been scalded, and clenched tightly.

The temperature in the palm was scorching, spreading along the skin and blood vessels, burning to his neck, his ears, and his face.

Jiang Ye felt that he was very drunk.

And Feng Zhuo who was beside him had already closed his eyes and fell asleep.

Duan Yi stood up and walked to the sofa, bent over and hugged the drunk Feng Zhuo by the waist, turned his face and said to the unconscious Jiang Ye and Lu Chuan: "You can live in another bedroom, the bed is big enough for two people no problem."

Lu Chuan pursed his lips, but said nothing.

It's not a question of whether the bed is big enough or not.

It was because he couldn't sleep in the same bed with Jiang Ye.

Lu Chuan took a deep breath, stood up and walked over.

Jiang Ye was leaning on the sofa with his face paralyzed, when a figure covered him, blocking the light falling from above his head.

He squinted slightly to look at the person standing in front of him. Lu Chuan was standing under the light, with a halo covering his whole body. The boy's expression was cold, and the tear mole at the corner of his right eye was particularly eye-catching.

Jiang Ye's heartbeat accelerated uncontrollably again.

Lu Chuan said calmly, "Get up, go back to the room and lie down."

Jiang Ye struggled to sit up with his hands, then slowly stood up straight, and within two seconds of stabilizing, he swayed on the spot before lifting his feet.

Then he lowered his head and rested his forehead on Lu Chuan's shoulder.

His breath was very strong and aggressive, and it came down overwhelmingly, making Lu Chuan's breath stagnate for a moment.

Lu Chuan had no choice but to help him into the room.

He put Jiang Ye on the bed, took off his shoes and covered him with a quilt, and said in a low voice, "Go to sleep, I'm leaving."

Jiang Ye, who was in a daze, heard his words, grabbed Lu Chuan, frowned and said, "Where are you going so late?"

"go home……"

Before Lu Chuan finished speaking, Jiang Ye pulled him onto the bed with all his might.

The moment Lu Chuan fell into the soft big bed, Jiang Ye grabbed the quilt and wrapped Lu Chuan up. He hugged Lu Chuan through the quilt, restrained Lu Chuan with his hands and feet to prevent him from moving, and said in a serious tone: "It's too cold outside. Quilt."

Lu Chuan: "..."

He swallowed involuntarily, his throat was dry, and the impulse in his body was getting stronger and stronger.

"Let me go." Lu Chuan's voice became hoarse.

Jiang Ye shook his head.

"I'm not leaving." Lu Chuan had no choice but to compromise and said, "I'm not leaving, so let go."

Only then did Jiang Ye let Lu Chuan go.

After a while, he stretched out his hand again, pushed aside the quilt, and put his palm on Lu Chuan's left chest.

Then Jiang Ye raised his eyelids, looked at Lu Chuan whose eyes were getting darker, and said in a more serious tone than ever: "My cousin just told me that only those who want to like themselves will have a faster heartbeat."

"Your heart is beating so fast. Who are you thinking about, Lu Chuan?"

Lu Chuan's Adam's apple slipped, and he stared at him without blinking.

Fingers unconsciously gripped the sheets.

The two looked at each other for a few seconds, and Lu Chuan took the lead to look away.

"I don't think about anyone." His voice was hoarse.

There is no need to think about it, you are right in front of my eyes.