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In the restaurant in front of No. [-] Middle School, Jian Cong and Lu Yanxue found a box to sit in.

After ordering, Jian Cong saw that Lu Yanxue was serving him the dishes with a frown all the time, and the way he lowered his head and didn't look at him could tell that he was holding back something.

Jian Cong put his hands behind his head and tilted his head to see Lu Yanxue's face, and said aloud, "You want to ask me why I am an exchange student?"

Lu Yanxue paused his fingers, and said lightly: "It's the old class. The old class also asked me if I would go, but I refused."

He was euphemistically expressing that he knew that Zeng Hui'an must have approached Jian Cong. After all, Jian Cong was quite qualified for this exchange student quota in all aspects, and this kind of innocuous matter would not cause the class teacher to run into walls everywhere. At the same time, he was a little bit blaming, because Jian Cong never mentioned this matter to him.

"It's Lao Ban, and it's not Lao Ban." Jian Cong folded his hands on the table, frowned slightly, and said reluctantly, "It was signed by my father."

"Uncle Jian?" Lu Yanxue raised his head in surprise.

Although there is not much communication, Lu Yanxue knows that Jian Chuming's free-range education for Jian Cong will not interfere too much with Jian Cong's study and life, let alone directly make decisions for Jian Cong.

He was also surprised by Jian Cong's attitude. Jian Cong was never a good baby in front of Jian Chuming, let alone obeying orders. Lu Yanxue stayed at Jian's house for a few days and never saw the two father and son talking together calmly.

Jian Cong nodded his finger on the table and said: "He wants to take this opportunity to let me go out for a while, why? What will happen at home while I am away? Or is it because something is going to happen, so he let me go out for a while, why? Shall I leave?" Jian Cong spoke faster and higher in tone, and his eyes were shining, which made Lu Yanxue's heart skip a beat.

Lu Yanxue knew that there was a conflict between Jian Cong and his father, and it was not so easy to resolve. He did not express his attitude, but asked Jian Cong, "So what are your plans?"

"Stay on the sidelines." Jian Cong rubbed his chin, "I want to see if he wants to bring some little four and five to visit the door..." He said so, but there was no anger in his eyes, but thoughtful, Like still thinking about something.

Lu Yanxue knew that Jian Cong was joking, and couldn't laugh or cry: "You know your father better than I do."

What he meant was that Jian Cong knew better than him that such a thing was unlikely to happen.

Jian Cong's eyes flickered slightly, and he was about to say something when the waiter opened the door to deliver the food and interrupted him.

Lu Yanxue took Jian Cong's bowls and chopsticks and ran them through boiling water. When he was picking up the bowls, Lu Yanxue stopped. He suddenly looked up at Jian Cong and asked, "What do you mean by waiting for a rabbit? You don't want to go." America?"

Jian Cong stirred the chopsticks in the water twice and fished them out again, and nodded to Lu Yanxue's question.

Lu Yanxue suddenly felt mixed feelings, "What about the school? Will the school agree with you to stay?"

Jian Cong looked up at him, his eyes were full of slyness, and he raised his eyebrows and said, "When did I say that I was going to America?"

"In the list of exchange students..."

"That's just a tentative list. I didn't submit the parent's opinion letter and contract, so I was naturally removed." He spread his hands, "But the number is small, and Boer went to the United States. This is a rare opportunity. He has always wanted to see There are several Ivy League schools in the United States, but the family has always disagreed with him before going too far."

It kills two birds with one stone, and the golden cicada escapes its shell.

"What about you? Where are you going now?" Lu Yanxue asked.

Jian Cong smiled and said, "Now? Of course I'm having dinner with my boyfriend now."

The word "boyfriend" moved Lu Yanxue's heartstrings. There was a thin layer of red on his ears, so he lowered his head to eat and didn't ask any more questions.

After dinner, Lu Yanxue sent Jian Cong home first, and the two walked side by side. When they were crossing the road, Lu Yanxue suddenly reached out and grabbed Jian Cong's wrist.Jian Cong grabbed Lu Yanxue's hand and interlaced his fingers with his backhand without squinting.

The two immediately became the focus of the crowd.Lu Yanxue's palms were sweating in the cool wind from the faintly curious gazes beside him, and the gazes from the people walking in front who turned their heads to look back.

"Are you afraid?" Jian Cong turned around and said, "If you are afraid, let go."

Lu Yanxue shook his head and said, "I'm even more afraid of crossing the road with you."

What happened on this road is still vivid in my memory, and Lu Yanxue always breaks out in a cold sweat every time I recall it.After all, who has anything to do with other people's opinions and emotions?What matters is the people he cares about.

Jian Cong smiled: "Come with me to the hotel."

Lu Yanxue: "Aren't you going home?"

"Since you have to sit on the sidelines and wait for the rabbit, how can you startle the snake?" Jian Cong's mouth curled into a smile.

What is Jian Cong waiting for?Jian Cong had no conclusions, and Lu Yanxue didn't ask, even if he was on Jian Cong's side, he didn't want Jian Cong and his family to have too much trouble.

But life is rarely confused.

Jian Congding's hotel is not far from home, and Lu Yanxue is more worried about another thing than these.

Lu Yanxue asked, "Aren't you going to come to school for the next half month?"

Jian Cong opened the door with the key card, and casually said, "Not necessarily, I might go."

"Cong'er." Lu Yanxue's face was serious, and he stopped. He asked, "Why do you hate school so much? Why do you hate school so much? They said that you were promoted to the third middle school with the best grades in the school, and your grades have always been very good." Okay, so, why did it suddenly change?" He asked suddenly, his language was sharp and hit the nail on the head.

Jian Cong tightened his hand holding the door card, and the sharp edge quickly pressed a white mark on his palm.

Lu Yanxue pushed open the door, brought Jian Cong inside, then closed the door, opened Jian Cong's clenched fingers bit by bit, pulled out the key card, and gently rubbed the white marks on his hand with his fingertips.

He wanted to know why, he thought they could really be together all the time.

Jian Cong looked at Lu Yanxue with a complicated expression.This person is like this, quietly, bit by bit like the air, conquering the city with a gentle and elegant attitude, and before you realize it, he has invaded every aspect of your life, quietly obliterating your resistance.

Jian Cong saw Lu Yanxue's inquisitive eyes, sighed slightly, grabbed Lu Yanxue's hand instead, organized his words before slowly saying: "When my mother got sick for the first time, I was in school and there was no one else at home. Man, my mother collapsed at home."

"Later, my mother was hospitalized and I couldn't visit her often because I was at school. Sometimes she couldn't remember clearly, so she would always ask where Cong Cong was? Where did Cong Cong go?"

There was a little confusion in Jian Cong's eyes, and he murmured: "After my mother left, I always wondered, is it, if I can spend more time with her, her desire to survive will be lost. If it's stronger, it won't..."

"Cong'er, Cong'er." Lu Yanxue interrupted Jian Cong's continued conjecture, he hugged Jian Cong's shoulders, and said in a firm tone: "That's not the case, illness, life and death are not things that ordinary people can change, Cong'er, death Those who have passed away, if the living cannot come out, there will be no benefit other than exacerbating the pain."

Jian Cong twitched the corners of his mouth, smiling ugly.

Lu Yanxue turned his head slightly, fixed his eyes on his expression of wanting to cry, and then gently kissed the corner of Jian Cong's mouth, pecking the ground, warming Jian Cong's thin and cold lips.

Jian Cong's eyes were a little wet, he closed his eyes, put his arms around Lu Yanxue's waist, and felt the warm body temperature, the faint scent of soap and the burning love.

The little uncertain wavering in his heart suddenly let go.

I found out that I don't like men, but I really like you.

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