Crossflow

Three days passed in a flash. During this time, Wang Yuan never came to school.

At first, Tao Fengche didn't quite get used to it, but getting used to it is a terrible thing. When he saw the empty seat on Wednesday, he no longer felt surprised.

Tao Fengche has many friends. When Wang Yuan didn't come to school, he would have lunch with other friends. After he was full, he would send a message or make a phone call to Wang Yuan to confirm that he hadn't died suddenly because of staying up late programming. Then, under Wang Yuan's desperate request , Order him a takeaway.

Sometimes when Tao Fengche was chatting with his friends, he would even have the feeling that it would be good if Wang Yuan wasn't at school—now as long as he lowered his face, or secretly showed some subtle displeasure, everyone would understand and shift away. topic, or remain silent.

In this case, Wang Yuan, who can never read the air, will only continue to make noise, like the annoying chirping of cicadas in summer.

Wang Yuan didn't come to school, his ears are much cleaner.Tao Fengche thought helplessly.

But some things can get used to, and some things can't-like those three bodyguards who are like ghosts.

Tao Fengche went to and from school every day, and when he saw them in the car, he felt that he was going to be suffocated.

It was also for this reason that before class started on Wednesday afternoon, the senior senior grade group's prefect announced on the radio, "Tomorrow's Mid-Autumn Festival, many students reported that there are family problems. The grade group discussed and decided to leave school early this afternoon." After Tao Fengche After thinking for less than three seconds, he decided not to tell the driver who took him to and from school, let alone Xu Song.

Reform-through-labour prisoners in the prison still have the right to be released. It is rare to have private time to avoid the surveillance of bodyguards. Tao Fengche really wants to be alone for a while.

There were cheers all around, and the students all looked happy. People who didn't know the previous relationship thought it was Chinese New Year.

Taking advantage of the few minutes before class, Yan Yi plucked up her courage, handed Tao Fengche a piece of mooncake, and pretended to casually ask him about his arrangements after school. The words between the lines meant that she wanted to take the opportunity to ask him out to watch a movie, Tao Fengche smiled, and refused in the name of going home early for the Mid-Autumn Festival.

Later, he used the same reason to reject the alphas who invited him to play basketball on the basketball court, or watch movies and play games in the activity room.

After the school bell rang, Tao Fengche couldn't wait to pick up his schoolbag, said goodbye to the students around him, walked out of the class door, and walked slowly along the school road to the school gate.

Tao’s driver usually arrives at the school gate five to 10 minutes earlier and waits. That is to say, his hard-won free time is only 10 minutes, including rushing back to the school gate. hide the past.

The only place to go that meets the above conditions is the commercial street around the school, but Tao Fengche has studied here for more than two years, and he would go there for lunch from time to time. Even if he wants to go shopping, he is already tired of it.

Tao Fengche frowned slightly, thinking about where else to go while walking, and before he knew it, he had already arrived at the school gate.He looked up inadvertently, but was suddenly caught by a car on the side of the road—it was a matte black George Patton chariot.

From Tao Fengche's perspective, he couldn't see the license plate, but his heart still beat violently because of it.

Even in Jingpu, this model and color are not common, and Tao Fengche happens to know someone who prefers to use it as a car.

But that person was obviously still in the Western Continent a few days ago.

Tao Fengche couldn't believe the speculation in his heart, but couldn't hide his expectation, he walked a few steps out of the school gate, and actually saw the familiar license plate.

The dark bulletproof glass window in the back seat was lowered, revealing a handsome face with no age at all: "Xiao Che."

Zhao Jiayang smiled and waved to him.

"Uncle! When did you return to China!" Tao Fengche was very pleasantly surprised.

He hasn't seen Zhao Jiayang for a long time. The latter flew overseas at the end of July. Tao Fengche was busy with his internship at the research institute at the time, so he didn't chat with him much due to the jet lag, but he would still be on social platforms from time to time. I saw his lace news - two days ago, I had a good chat with the designer at the fashion week, two days later, I was photographed by the paparazzi late at night with a certain supermodel, and a few days later, I was photographed by the paparazzi in another country At that time, there was another person beside him.

Not to mention his whereabouts are elusive, and the speed of changing lovers is faster than changing clothes. Wang Yuan, who was also in the Western Continent at the time, saw the report and went to Tao Fengche bitterly, saying that your uncle is really lucky, An alpha who can live like him in this life can be regarded as dying without regrets and so on.

Tao Fengche rolled his eyes across the screen, too lazy to answer Wang Yuan's words, even less lazy to popularize the past with him, but he finally felt relieved - thanks to the developed Internet and the pervasive paparazzi, let him know Zhao Jiayang is still safe and sound, and he is still in the game world.

The driver in the front seat got out of the car and opened the door for Tao Fengche. Tao Fengche sat next to Zhao Jiayang, smelling the mellow aroma of white tea coming from the latter's body, he suddenly settled down.

"I arrived at Jingpu last night. Tomorrow is the Mid-Autumn Festival. I wanted to pick you up for dinner early, but I was afraid that Sui Yuesheng would not let you go, so I came to the school gate early and waited." Zhao Jiayang laughed, "I thought I would have to wait at least It took an hour, I didn't expect Xiao Che to come out so soon."

"We dismissed a class early today." Tao Fengche explained without raising his head.

He threw his schoolbag on the ground, leaned over to fish out a can of Coke from the refrigerator in a familiar way, pulled the tab and was about to pour it into his mouth, Zhao Jiayang watched the whole process helplessly, and he still couldn't hold back at this moment, it's funny reached out to stop him.

"Drink directly into your mouth, isn't it dirty?" He reached out and took out a straw and handed it to Tao Fengche, "Drink it in such a hurry?"

Tao Fengche curled his lips and argued, "I'm thirsty—"

For Tao Fengche, after Tao Zhixing's death, Zhao Jiayang was the closest elder. In front of Zhao Jiayang, he was completely relaxed, carelessly inserted the straw, and drank half of a can of Coke in one go , then opened his mouth and let out a contented sigh.

After Tao Fengche entered puberty, it was rare for Zhao Jiayang to see him act so childishly, his eyes were full of doting and kindness: "Do you still drink?"

"One can is enough." Tao Fengche shook the bottle at Zhao Jiayang, the latter smiled and took a can of beer out to accompany him to drink slowly.

Of course, it's the kind of drinking that blows directly into the mouth of the bottle.

Tao Fengche squinted and accused Zhao Jiayang of double standards, hoping that his conscience would find out, but Zhao Jiayang smiled calmly and said, "I am an adult."

Tao Fengche: "..."

Tao Fengche was furious for a moment.

As soon as the driver turned the steering wheel, George Patton merged into the traffic. Tao Fengche picked up the remote control to turn off the car TV, and after drinking two more Cokes, his anger was almost gone. He turned his head to look at Zhao Jiayang, curiously: "Uncle, what's the matter?" You even came to pick me up one day earlier, do you have an appointment tomorrow?"

When Tao Zhixing was still alive, they always celebrated traditional Kyushu festivals like the Mid-Autumn Festival together.

Zhao Jiayang snorted, reached out and rubbed Tao Fengche's head, ignored the young man's resistance, and rubbed his carefully arranged hairstyle into a chicken coop: "Are you stupid? I follow Yuesheng and I'm not familiar with it. It's okay to meet and nod at the banquet, let's forget about the family banquet, don't you think it's not embarrassing enough? Besides, there are only two of us left, so it's not the same where we go to eat?"

……Too.

Tao Fengche knew he had made a slip of the tongue, stuck out his tongue in his heart, and didn't dare to speak.

Tao Zhixing has always kept those past events secret, but this year's Spring Festival, when he was half drunk, he told Tao Fengche a little bit.

——Zhao Jiayang's parents were both people who followed Mr. Tao to expand the territory. They can be said to be his right-hand man. Unfortunately, God's will tricks people. Later, the two of them encountered a terrorist attack in the Western Continent and unfortunately died.

Zhao Jiayang was less than five years old at the time. After thinking about it, Mr. Tao took him back home to raise him, and Chu Yin's situation was similar.

Tao Zhixing did not elaborate on the specific matters. Tao Fengche only knew that Chu Yin was posthumous, and his father was Mr. Tao's confidant. Unfortunately, his mother was not in good health, so Mr. Tao decided to take him back too. The Tao family, counting the time, was no longer night than Zhao Jiayang.

As adoptive fathers and adoptive mothers, Mrs. Tao and Mrs. Tao passed away a long time ago. Chu Yin passed away two years ago. At the beginning of this year, Tao Zhixing died again for some reason. In a sense, Zhao Jiayang is already alone.

Although there are flowers blooming around him, and various lovers emerge one after another, competing for beauty, but when the Beta exuding the fragrance of plum blossoms passed away, the bustling garden in his heart was forever deserted and silent.

For Zhao Jiayang, a family reunion festival like Mid-Autumn Festival is like a long delay.

Ever since Tao Fengche knew what kind of emotions "like" and "love" are, his sympathy for Zhao Jiayang reached a whole new height in an instant.He didn't want to continue this topic, cleared his throat, pretended nothing happened, and then changed the subject, asking why Zhao Jiayang suddenly went to watch Fashion Week Yunyun.

"It's not very like your style. When I heard that you went to the Western Continent, I thought you were going to buy a winery or a horse farm." Tao Fengche added.

"I didn't want to go either." Zhao Jiayang shrugged, "The brand sent me an invitation letter, and I just threw it on the table and ignored it, but a kid next to me saw it and was very interested, please. I've been entangled for several days, and I just had nothing to do, so I just took him there."

Facing Tao Fengche's secretly accusing gaze, Zhao Jiayang said helplessly: "It's really no fun. If you still want to go after you receive the offer, I'll take you there too. Oh yes, I saw a few sets of clothes that were quite suitable Yours was delivered to your home this morning."

Tao Fengche has already passed the age of eagerly looking forward to presents, but the feeling that this kind of elder not only remembers him when he is away from home, but also chooses presents for him with heart is really good, as if he was still living in that life. Under the protection of his father, a child who can do whatever he wants.

So he smiled and nodded seriously, looking forward to it.