Bai Yueguang dressed as a paranoid villain [Quick Transmigration]

The next morning, the tall and thin boy was wearing a clean long-sleeved T-shirt and washed whitish blue shorts, standing in the shadow of the jujube tree and waiting quietly, his eyes looking somewhere, indifferent and cold.

After Yu Mu called him, he looked away, turned around and bent his mouth towards the man.

The corners of Liang Han's eyes under his bangs were black and blue, his cheeks were swollen, and there was still gauze on his forehead, which was bandaged by Yu Mu yesterday.

Yu Mu approached and noticed Liang Han's exposed neck, his pupils shrank involuntarily.

There were black and purple finger prints interlaced on it, which looked like the marks that would have been caused by someone strangling the neck for a long time.

The hand hanging by his side was fisted, Yu Mu clenched his teeth, and a burst of anger rushed into his heart.

He lightly touched the scar on Liang Han's neck, and asked coldly, "Your father pinched this? Where is he now?"

Before, he could tolerate not intervene, firstly because he considered Liang Han's self-esteem, and secondly because he felt that Liang's father's behavior had not risen to the level of threatening Liang Han's life.

But looking at today, the marks on Liang Han's neck have already fully demonstrated that Liang's father is a beast. If he doesn't restrain himself, something will happen!

"He's gone to the store." Because of the damage to his throat, Liang Han's voice was hoarse before he recovered.

This time he took the initiative to grab Yu Mu's arm and shook his head, "Teacher, don't worry about my dad, you can just look at me. I already thought about it yesterday. I don't want to be a scum like him, so I Did not fight back."

Liang Han didn't want Yu Mu to have too much contact with his father.

His family is already in a terrible situation, and Yu Mu cannot be involved in danger.

Yu Mu stared at Liang Han's scarred face for a long time, and finally had to give up.

He dragged Liang Han back to his room, and put medicated oil for promoting blood circulation and removing blood stasis on his neck. When he rubbed it away, Liang Han frowned and endured the pain, but he didn't say a word, his eyes were fixed on Yu Mu's face all the time, I don't know what to think.

The barber shop was not close to their compound. Yu Mu rode his bike and let Liang Han sit on the back seat. Halfway through the ride, a pair of hands suddenly stretched out from behind and wrapped around his waist.

Yu Mu's body froze.

"Teacher, do you know why I didn't resist last night, but didn't die?"

Liang Han leaned his head on Yu Mu's back, closed his eyes, and the picture of yesterday emerged in his mind.

"It's kind of fun to say it." He said, "It was my mother who stopped my father."

Yu Mu was stunned.

"Sure enough, she still doesn't want me to die. She still recognizes me as a son."

Liang Han's voice was split into several sections by the wind, "So actually I was thinking, if I just irritate my dad and make him want to kill me, my mother will come to save me, and then gradually, she will notice me, will admit that I am her son..."

Yu Mu was shocked by the meaning contained in these words, and felt chills in his heart.

He wanted to say something dissuading, but he heard Liang Han change the subject and continued.

"But no, it's too dangerous... If I really die, I will never see my mother again, and I will never see my teacher again. I can't take risks."

He tightened his arms and pressed against Yu Mu's flexible waist, absorbing the other person's body temperature almost greedily, then slowed down his voice, and said, "Mr. Yu, can you stop by a flower shop when you pass by a flower shop after you finish cutting your hair? My mother likes flowers the most." , Today Mother's Day, I want to buy her a bunch."

Yu Mu, who had been silent for too long, finally found his voice, but choked with difficulty. He held the handlebar tightly and said hello to Liang Han.

Liang Han has been hiding the money he earned from odd jobs in the interlayer of his schoolbag, and he just took it out today.

Qian Yumu, who cut the hair, paid him on his own initiative, so when he got off the car at the entrance of the flower shop, Liang Han didn't let Yu Mu follow in, but walked in to choose by himself.

While waiting for the clerk to pack the bouquet, he glanced outside the door, and couldn't take his eyes off after just one glance.

It was noon and the weather was hot. Yu Mu parked his bicycle under a camphor tree by the roadside, leaned against the tree trunk and lit a cigarette, squinting his eyes and smoking.

Fragments of sunlight fell on the young man's hair and body through the cracks in the leaves.

Different from Liang Han's pale and thin, Yu Mu has a beautiful and healthy wheat-colored skin, his facial features are tough, and when he smiles at the end of his eyes, he is aggressive and handsome.

The slender fingers held the smoke, and the light-colored lips breathed out the mist, which blurred the face, adding a bit of hazy texture and throbbing danger to the picture.

A ridiculous idea suddenly popped up in Liang Han's mind.

At this moment, he wants to be that cigarette, even if he only has a short life, as long as he can touch that person's fingers and get close to that person's lips, it is a life worth recalling.

What kind of emotion is this? Liang Han is afraid of his own thoughts, but he can't restrain himself.

After passing through the gate of death yesterday, he was even more sure of how special Yu Mu was to him.

If it wasn't for Yu Mu, he would have done it yesterday, and he would have been dragged into the abyss by his father, and there would be no way back.

So when he sat on the back seat of the bicycle, he wrapped his arms around Yu Mu's waist, lay on top of him, almost greedily enjoying the heart-warming peace of mind that Yu Mu brought him.

"Little handsome guy, what are you looking at so engrossed?" The clerk was a woman in her 20s. She interrupted Liang Han's thoughts and looked out along the line of sight. She saw a girl blocking Yu Mu, standing and tidying herself up. s hair.

She laughed, "Are you looking at someone you like?"

Liang Han was taken aback, then looked at the woman in astonishment, "Someone you like?"

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Does he like Yu Mu?

Thinking of those absurd thoughts that came to mind before, Liang Han was startled.

Looking at his appearance, the clerk thought he had pierced his mind, and smiled a little complacently.

She took a rose from the bucket next to her, peeled off the thorns, stuffed it into Liang Han's arms together with the packaged bouquet, and winked at him, "This rose is for you, you give it to your liking She will be very happy."

Holding the flowers, Liang Han walked out of the flower shop and walked towards Yu Mu.

"Teacher, I'm done buying."

He hid the roses behind the bouquet and squeezed them tightly.

Yu Mu didn't notice any abnormalities, he stubbed out the cigarette, threw it into the trash can, turned his head, and noticed that the two and a half full of small hearts suddenly became three full.

Looking at Liang Han strangely, Yu Mu couldn't help thinking about what the child had experienced in the flower shop, and why he suddenly gained so much favorability.

But this did not prevent Yu Mu from feeling better. He reached out and rubbed Liang Han's short-cut hair, and suggested, "It's still early, don't rush home, let's go, the teacher will take you to have a good meal."

There is a Yiguoxian restaurant nearby. Yu Mu ordered a pot of potato and chicken nuggets and a pot of yellow croaker. The two of them didn't ride their bikes after eating too much, and planned to take a stroll back.

The journey was long, and Liang Han was still holding the rose in his hand. What the clerk said made him feel emotional.

Adolescents have a vague concept of liking, and so does Liang Han.

Although he longed to get close to Yu Mu and accepted him into his own world, he was his teacher after all, and he was an out-and-out man.

So, until he entered the compound, Liang Han didn't send out the rose in his hand.

He said goodbye to Yu Mu, turned around and returned to his home with flowers in his hands.

Opening the door, she saw her mother Jiang Yuan sitting on the sofa watching TV, her half-length curly hair hanging loose, wearing a blue dress, her bare arms and calves were full of old or new scars.

Thinking of Jiang Yuan's protection of him last night, Liang Han felt a little warm in his heart.

"Mom, I'm back." Liang Han walked to the edge of the sofa, held the flowers in front of Jiang Yuan, and smiled almost flatteringly, "Look, I bought you flowers. Happy Mother's Day."

Jiang Yuan's eyes finally shifted from the TV to Liang Han's body, to the carnations and lilies he was holding.

The fresh fragrance lingered in the room, and the middle-aged woman with a good face quietly stared at the humble boy squatting in front of her.

He carefully looked at his face that looked very similar to his own.

"Did you cut your hair?"

Liang Han's fingers trembled violently, and the soreness rushed to his nasal cavity, and his eyes turned red after a while.

This was the first time Jiang Yuan had noticed a change in him in so many years.

He replied hoarsely, "Well, I just cut it today, today, and Teacher Yu took me there."

Jiang Yuan seemed to have forgotten the horrible experience last night, and she seemed in a good mood. She didn't care about Liang Han's words, but took the flower and held it in her arms and smelled it. Precious enough.

"It's very fragrant." She looked at the flowers, as if she saw her beautiful years through the delicate flowers.

Looking at Jiang Yuan's face, before he knew it, tears had filled Liang Han's cheeks.

He wiped it with his sleeve, but couldn't stop the tears.

As long as he could remember, he had never seen his mother smile, and today he was so lucky.

Lucky made him feel like he was dreaming.

Father Liang didn't come back tonight, it was rare for Liang Han and Jiang Yuan to enjoy a peaceful night.

But lying on the bed, he tossed and turned and couldn't fall asleep.

In the middle of the night, Liang Han got out of bed and came to the living room.

Jiang Yuan found an empty vase, filled it with water, and inserted the bouquet into it, so that the whole living room was filled with the faint fragrance of lilies.

Liang Han took out the out of place bright red rose from the vase, opened the door, and walked out.

He walked through the jujube trees in the yard, and stood in front of Yu Mu's room under the bright moonlight of early summer, holding a rose in his hand.

Looking at the closed wooden door in front of him, Liang Han's heart was beating fast.

He didn't know why he couldn't sleep and ran to Yu Mu's door in the middle of the night, and he didn't know why he took roses, but he knew that he wanted to share his happiness with this person.

A string of good things happened today.

Let him unconsciously attribute this chain reaction to Yu Mu.

It seems that as long as this person stands by my side, I can get happiness and feel happiness.

As the clerk said, give flowers to the person you like, and the person will be happy.

He didn't know whether he liked the longing he had for Yu Mu, but at this moment, he wanted Yu Mu to be happy the moment he woke up and opened the door to see the flower tomorrow morning.

that's enough.

Carefully inserting the rhizome of the rose into the crack of the wooden door and stuck it above the iron latch, Liang Han bowed deeply to the wooden door.

Thank you, Teacher Yu.

I have something to say: Liang Han: I really want to be that cigarette.