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[The episode of the young master of the Yuan family, Qin Yizhou X Yuan Qian ([-])]

Yuan Qian lowered his head, wishing he could dig a hole with a branch and bury himself in it.

He is thin-skinned, and he is very concerned about what people think of him. He just stared at other people's bread and made such an embarrassing scene, his cheeks were burning hot.

Fortunately, the other party just glanced at him, then lowered his head to unwrap the bread.

The plastic bag made a rattling sound, and the unique milky smell of bread wafted from the boy.

Yuan Qian quietly sniffed twice.

He hadn't seen the boy before.

I don't know if it's a child living in a nearby community, or just like myself, he came here from another place.

The former seems more likely.

After all, Yuan Qian had never seen a child running from other places in this park.

Except for himself.

Yuan Qian stared at the ground and thought, if the boy in front of him is a resident of a nearby community, maybe he can ask him to bring him into the community.

If not, then he would first go to a nearby supermarket to see if there was any free drinking water.Come back to this park when it's close to dinner, and see if you can meet the young master of the dealer.

But no matter what, he had to talk to the boy first and ask him if he lived in the neighborhood behind the park.

Yuan Qian squeezed the seam of his trousers, a little nervous.

That boy doesn't look like he's easy to talk to.His expression looked icy and cold, not as airy as Zhuang Yi's.

Yuan Qian was a little timid.But still boldly walked towards him.He asked: "That..."

A protesting grunt from his stomach cut him off.

This time the sound was not loud, but it was extremely long, and it lasted for several seconds before it disappeared.

Yuan Qian's cheeks turned red, he opened his mouth and couldn't speak.

The boy raised his eyelids and glanced at Yuan Qian lightly.

But Yuan Qian had already forgotten what he wanted to ask just now.

He stood there blankly until half a loaf appeared in front of him.

The boy split the loaf in half, left half in the wrapper, and handed the other half to him.

Seeing that he didn't answer for a long time, the boy added softly: "Here."

Yuan subconsciously took the bread, and when he realized what he had done, the tips of his ears started to feel hot.

He had not come to ask the boy for bread.He came to ask if the boy lived in the complex behind here.He he he... Yuan Qian blushed and sat down on the swing next to the boy.The sun rose a little more, and the shade of the trees surrounded the two of them thinly.

Yuan Qian thanked him in a low voice: "Thank you."

He quickly glanced at the boy's height.

Added: "Thank you, little brother."

***

It is hard for Qin Yizhou to forget his first meeting with Yuan Qian.

The time was on a Saturday morning, and the place was in the small park in front of Mr. Yuan's house.

It was a sunny day and the light was strong.It made Yuan Qiancibai's small face look as if it could shine.

It looks very cute.

The gurgling sound of the stomach is very cute.

The blushing look is also very cute.

But cute things have always had nothing to do with him, Qin Yizhou.

So he just glanced at the boy, then looked away wisely, focusing on his own bread.

Then he heard light footsteps.

The boy came towards him, stopping a step away from him.

Qin Yizhou felt that the big bell on his chest seemed to have been hit hard, and tremblingly issued a long hum.

He could hear his heart beating faster and faster.

For the first time since he could remember, he had been so close to something so lovely.

It was close enough that he could clearly hear a second small cooing sound coming from the boy's belly.

Qin Yizhou thought the sound was cute, but the boy obviously didn't think so.

——He stood there in embarrassment, his face was flushed, and he looked as if he was going to turn around and run away in the next second.

Qin Yizhou didn't want him to leave, he wanted to keep him for a while longer.

But he was stupid, not very good at talking, and didn't know what to say to make the boy stay.Time did not allow him to ponder his arguments, so he had to break the bread in half first.

"Here you are." He tried to keep the boy with his bread.

As soon as the bread was handed over, Qin Yizhou regretted it.

It was his favorite bread, dark in color and chewy, but also dry and rough.

Qin Yizhou thinks that this kind of bread is the most suitable for killing time, but no one in his class likes to eat this kind of bread except him.

"That's the kind of bread old men eat."

"Qin Yizhou is so tall, he is older than us."

No one wants to eat bread that only old men eat.

So Qin Yizhou has never been able to share the bread.

He felt that his bread didn't match the boy in front of him.

Boys should eat that creamy yellow, softly baked bread.It is best to eat it with milky white milk. It is sweet and soft, and it will melt as soon as you put it in your mouth.

Qin Yizhou had no expression on his face, but he was a little annoyed in his heart.

There should be toffee that his mother put in his small backpack, and plain yogurt in the net pocket on the side of the backpack.Either way was better than the bread in his hand.

He felt that the boy might have frowned delicately.

I was wondering how to refuse his piece of bread.

Qin Yizhou wanted to withdraw his hand.

He has always been bad at interacting with his peers.He was also abrupt just now.He shouldn't take the initiative to pass the bread over, he should wait quietly for the boy to speak, just watch him quietly.

He must have frightened him.

Qin Yizhou frowned.

But he soon remembered what the teacher told him, don't frown, it will scare some timid students in the class, so he straightened his brows again.He simply lowered his eyes.

Then he lightened his hand.

He heard the boy thank him.

He saw the boy get on the swing next to him.

The boy nibbled on the bread he gave him.

Seeing Qin Yizhou looking at him, he pursed his lips and smiled shyly at Qin Yizhou.

The sun suddenly became brighter.

Qin Yizhou clenched the remaining bread in his hand, and felt the big clock on his chest being hit lightly again.