The school grass I taught became my fanboy

Time flies, and it will be Friday soon.

On Thursday night, many people were walking in circles on the playground, Yu Cheng and Song Jingshui were also there.

In the summer evening, there is the residual heat of the afternoon heat, the cool breeze blows, but it doesn't make people feel cold, and the temperature is just right.

Song Jingshui felt that the room was boring, so he called Yu Cheng out after eating, and chatted by the way.

Yu Cheng asked some things about Uncle Song, after all, I haven't seen him for a long time, so I asked about his recent situation.

Song Jingshui: "Very good."

Yu Cheng nodded.

"He also said that he must treat you to dinner again when he has time." Song Jingshui said nonchalantly.

"That's not necessary." He continued, "Does your family still live there?"

"I can't stop, the house is empty."

"Then where does your father live?"

"A villa near the sea." Song Jingshui said it very easily, without any expression on his face.

--rich.This was the only thought in Yu Cheng's mind.

The two chatted like this until eight o'clock in the evening, ready to go back to the dormitory.

"By the way, you are really good at being admitted to this university by yourself." Yu Cheng praised him sincerely.

The dim light of the street lamp shone on Song Jingshui's face, and his dark eyes just looked at Yu Cheng like black gems.

When Yu Cheng saw Song Jingshui's expression, there was a small wave in his heart, and his eyes moved slightly.

"It's because my brother taught me well that I can concentrate on learning." Song Jingshui's voice was soft, and there were subtle emotions in these words.

Yu Cheng smiled casually.

"I remember you said that the next time I was the first in grade, I could make a request to you."

Yu Cheng was stunned for a moment, and after thinking about it carefully, it seemed that this was the case.

"I have achieved your goal for me, so does this request still count?" Song Jingshui turned the light sideways, and the light shone on his body, forming a faint halo, making his expression more gentle and watery.

Yu Cheng imagined touching his head as before to encourage him, but when he was about to reach out, he suddenly noticed that this big boy was already taller than him.

Song Jingshui noticed that Yu Cheng wanted to touch his head, he lowered his head slightly, waiting for the hand.

Yu Cheng was stunned for a moment, then his eyes were curved, his brows were smiling, and he patted his head encouragingly.

"It's great, of course it counts." Yu Cheng rubbed it casually twice.

I don't know if it was his illusion, but he found that Song Jingshui's temper was much better, which touched the softness in his heart.

"Then I'll keep it for now, and I'll let you take it when I want to use it." Song Jingshui's voice was as gentle as jade.

"Okay." Yu Cheng replied.

Friday.

After Song Jingshui finished class, Yu Cheng came to meet him.

Yu Cheng originally wanted to take a taxi home, but Song Jingshui refused, saying that he needed to buy something to bring to his aunt and uncle, and it would not be good to go empty-handed.

Hearing what Song Jingshui said, his attitude was still very firm, so Yu Cheng had no choice but to go with him to buy fruit.

When the aunt who sells fruit sees them both, she smiles and praises them.

Seeing the two handsome guys buying fruit, the aunts all lowered the price and sold it.

After all this trouble, it was already past six o'clock in the evening when they got home.

Yu Cheng opened the door, Yu's mother heard the voice and came out of the kitchen, and saw two slender figures.

When she saw the person behind Yu Cheng clearly, Yu Ma's face was excited, and the smile on her face couldn't stop, "Is it that kid Jing Shui?"

In Yu's mother's eyes, Song Jingshui, who was dressed in black, was sunny and handsome. He was different from the dull kid in the past. The change was too great.

"Long time no see, Auntie." Song Jingshui raised the corner of his mouth.

Song Jingshui and Yu Cheng came back with a lot of fruit. Although Yu's mother criticized her in words, the smile on her face remained unchanged: "Oh, how can I make you spend so much money!"

"No fee."

Mama Yu took the fruits from their hands and put them in the refrigerator.

Yu Cheng looked at Song Jingshui with no expression on his face and said, "Come in quickly and close the door."

Hearing these words, Mama Yu came out, holding an iron spoon, "Stinky boy, be nice to Jingshui, and don't bully others like you did when you were a child."

Yu Cheng's eyelids twitched, and he muttered in his heart, this Lafayette is here again, he must not be his own son, Song Jingshui is his own son.

Song Jingshui hugged Yu Cheng from behind, put his chin on Yu Cheng's shoulder, and the corner of his mouth curled into a beautiful arc, and his voice was brisk: "No, how could it be? My brother and I have a good relationship, don't you, brother?"

Yu Cheng pursed his lips, expressing that he did not want to participate in this topic.

"You child, Jingshui is talking to you!" Lafayette pretended to be angry.

"Yes, yes, Jingshui is obedient and cute, and our relationship is very good." Yu Cheng read a sentence in his mouth, not wanting to continue this topic.

After hearing this, Song Jingshui narrowed his eyes, and quietly raised the corners of his mouth, his eyes flashed cunningly, and his little thoughts succeeded.

Mama Yu laughed too, and happily went back to the kitchen to cook.

Yu Cheng sighed softly, remembering the time when Song Jingshui was speechless when he was a child, this time the scene replayed itself on him.

They are parents of the same world and the same model.

After the meal, Yu's mother dragged Song Jingshui to chat with the parents again. If the TV series she liked to watch hadn't aired after [-] o'clock in the evening, she might have been able to talk until midnight.

Yu Cheng's home is a normal two-bedroom and one-living room, that is to say, the Yu family and his wife sleep in the same room, and Song Jingshui wants to sleep in the same room with Yu Cheng.

Song Jingshui sat on the bed and looked at his phone, Yu Cheng looked at the time, "I'm going to take a shower first, and you can come and wash after I finish washing."

Song Jingshui nodded and said yes.

Yu Cheng put his phone on the table, then went out with his pajamas.

Just after Yu Cheng left for a while, the phone on the table vibrated suddenly, and then a melodious ringtone rang.

Song Jingshui called Yu Cheng's name, but Yu Cheng didn't hear it because of the rushing water.

He got out of bed, walked to the table and saw the lit phone screen, showing an unknown and strange number.

Song Jingshui picked up the phone, slid to the answer button, "Hello, hello."

The owner of the strange number was a female voice with a sweet voice, "Huh? Isn't it Yu Cheng?"

Song Jingshui frowned, his voice was still cold: he asked instead, "Who are you?"

The other end of the phone was silent for a while, and then said, "I'm Yu Cheng's ex-girlfriend, who are you?"

Song Jingshui's heart was flustered for a moment, his deep pupils were faintly shimmering, his eyes were half closed, and his brows were tightly locked.

Seeing that there was no answer for a long time on the other end of the phone, he asked again in doubt.

Song Jingshui laughed out loud, this laugh was full of cruelty and rebelliousness, "I am his man."

The other person didn't reply for a long time, as if he couldn't accept this sentence for a while, but the phone didn't hang up either.

"Is there anything else?" Song Jingshui said without any warmth.

The other side muttered something, and Song Jingshui turned back with interest.

The 'ex-girlfriend' couldn't beat Song Jingshui and hung up the phone angrily.

After a while, Yu Cheng came in with a white towel wiping his wet hair. He just glanced at the bed, wanting to see what Song Jingshui was doing.

Just saw such an impactful scene.

Song Jingshui pursed his mouth aggrievedly, his expression was full of being bullied: "Brother, your ex-girlfriend called, and she scolded me. That woman is a white lotus, you don't want to get back together with her."

"That girl is Neptune. Not long after we were dating, my friend found out that she was still having an affair with another boy. I said we broke up, but she was still stalking her. So I definitely won't get back together with her, don't worry." Yu Cheng smiled.

Yu Cheng was a little surprised, and couldn't help asking, "Did she really scold you?"

"Call me sick. After I opened my mouth, she couldn't say no to me, so she hung up the phone." Song Jingshui lowered his eyebrows, his brows were full of displeasure, but he hid it well, and Yu Cheng didn't notice his expression.

Just as Yu Cheng sat on the side of the bed, Song Jingshui's original aggrieved face suddenly changed, with a bit of slyness in his laziness.

It's like a wolf staring at its prey, waiting for an opportunity to move out, and it's a bit of a certainty.

Song Jingshui pushed Yu Cheng down on the bed, stepped on Yu Cheng's body with his legs, and stretched out his right hand to clasp his hands above his head.

Before Yu Cheng could react, he was pushed down by a force, and then the light in front of him was blocked, and his vision went dark.

When he slowed down, Song Jingshui's deep eyes were tightly locked on his body, and his fierce aura was released directly, without any restraint.

Yu Cheng looked at the handsome face full of aggression in front of him, even when his face was expressionless, his aura was equally powerful and terrifying.

"What are you doing?" Yu Cheng frowned and asked.

Song Jingshui narrowed his eyes dangerously, and asked coldly, "When did you fall in love?"

Yu Zhinan thought about it for a while: "After I moved out, I fell in love before the third year of high school."

"How long have you been together?" Song Jingshui said in a deep voice.

"Less than a week."

"Is that yours?"

Confused - Yu Cheng: "Which one?"

"Go to bed." When he said these two words, Song Jingshui squeezed Yu Cheng's hand a little tighter.

Eyes are also more dangerous.

There was a lot of force on the wrist, the hand was hot, but the fingertips were cold.

Yu Cheng was baffled, but he still laughed regardless of the occasion, he couldn't help it.

"How is it possible? I only held hands once."

Song Jingshui let go of him, got up from his body, pursed his lips, and said softly, "Which hand are you holding?"

Yu Cheng frowned, how could he remember this?

He sat up, rubbed his wrists that had just been locked, and said casually, "How many years ago, I don't remember."

Song Jingshui gently took Yu Cheng's hands and held them in his own. The movements were very light, as if he was caring for a precious treasure.

Yu Cheng looked at Song Jingshui, whose expression was still a little tense, and didn't know what to say for a while.

"No one else is allowed to touch the hand I once held."

This sentence is domineering, arrogant, and the tone is like an order.

Feeling being wrapped in wide and warm hands, Yu Cheng was stunned for a moment, looking at himself in Song Jingshui's eyes, was he in a daze?

He touched his nose, sat on the ground and played with his mobile phone, and complained: "I find that you are getting more and more eloquent now."

"I learned from my brother." Song Jingshui said.

Song Jingshui helped him dry his hair like a big brother. Seeing that his hair was almost dry, he went to the bathroom to take a shower.

Song Jingshui in the bathroom looked at Yu Cheng's pajamas. The pajamas had a faint cool fragrance, like a sweet ice orange, which was fatally attractive to him.

Song Jingshui looked at himself in the mirror, his half-closed eyes flashed.

Hey hey... sleep together tonight...