After becoming the personal model of the boss

As usual, He Xiancheng touched his cheek with gentle movements, and stroked the end of his eyes with his fingertips again and again, just like countless times before.

Gentle, intimate, considerate.

Zhou Shang'an's breathing was stagnant, he thought in a daze, this is how he fell into the ground step by step.

He opened his eyes wide, looked at He Xiancheng, tried to see clearly, and engraved in his mind the expression on He Xiancheng's repeated actions towards him.

He Xiancheng narrowed his eyelids slightly, pursed his lips lightly, and the dim streetlight hit his face, leaving a thick shadow under his eyelids.

Zhou Shang'an couldn't see the emotion in his eyes clearly.

Zhou Shang'an was slightly startled, He Xiancheng was standing right in front of him and was still touching his face, but he suddenly felt that there was a great distance between him and He Xiancheng.

The eyelashes trembled, and Zhou Shangan's eyes were instantly covered with mist, and He Xiancheng's facial features were blurred.

A round teardrop slipped out from his eyes, touched He Xiancheng's fingertips and then scattered.

He Xiancheng's hand paused.

He wiped away the tears welling up from Zhou Shang'an's eyes.

He Xiancheng sighed and said, "Why are you crying again?"

Zhou Shang'an shook his head, avoiding He Xiancheng's hand, and raised his hand to wipe away his tears.

His eyes were red, and the back of his hand kept wiping his face.

He doesn't like to cry, but tonight's tears seemed to be unloaded, and he couldn't stop them.

Zhou Shang'an was wronged and sad, he sniffed, thinking that he might be broken.

He Xiansheng took him to a shop not far away.

The two stopped at the door.

He Xiancheng looked back at him and said, "You wait for me here."

Zhou Shang'an didn't speak, he lowered his head, with his arms crossed in front of his face, covering it, only looked at the ground from the gap between his face and his sleeves, and stared at He Xiancheng's toes.

He Xiancheng said in a low voice, "Be obedient."

Every word he says and everything he does now reminds Zhou Shang'an of what he said and did to himself before.

The unprecedented sourness seemed to burst the heart.

Zhou Shangan closed his eyes and nodded.

Only then did He Xiancheng push the door open and go in.

He Xiancheng came out soon, holding a pack of tissues and a bottle of mineral water.

He Xiancheng handed him the tissue, "Wipe it."

Zhou Shang'an didn't pick it up. He Xiancheng was in the same posture when he went in, and he was still in the same posture when he came out.

After a while, hearing the rustling sound of unpacking the packing bag, Zhou Shang'an raised his arms slightly, and he could just see half of He Xiancheng's body.

With slender knuckles, He Xiancheng unwrapped the tissue, took out one, and handed it under Zhou Shangan's nose.

Zhou Shang'an saw it, but didn't reach out to take it, like a child restraining his anger.

He Xiancheng suddenly grabbed his hand tightly.

Zhou Shang'an's hand covering his cheek was pulled away forcefully, revealing a pitiful face covered with tears.

Zhou Shangan was stunned.

He Xiancheng wiped his eyes, nose and mouth vigorously with the rough tissue in his hand.

Zhou Shang'an's brows were so rude that he frowned slightly before He Xiancheng let go and threw the tissue into the trash can next to him.

Zhou Shang'an raised his head, looked at He Xiancheng with wet eyes, and could not hide the grievance in his eyes.

He Xiancheng unscrewed the cap of the mineral water bottle in his hand and handed it to him.

Zhou Shang'an glanced at him, and then at He Xiancheng.

For some reason, He Xiancheng's expression turned ugly.

His eyes were deep, his face was cold, and his hand holding the water bottle did not move.

Zhou Shang'an bit her lip, and finally stretched out her hand timidly.

It's not far from the rest of Zhoushang's home.

He Xiancheng walked in front, Zhou Shangan followed behind.

When he arrived at the gate of Zhou Shang'an's house, He Xiancheng stopped and looked sideways at him.

Zhou Shang'an looked up at He Xiancheng, walked slowly a few steps, passed He Xiancheng, and stopped in front of the iron gate.

He heard He Xiancheng's voice calmly say behind him: "I'm leaving."

After finishing speaking, before he could turn his head, He Xiancheng's footsteps sounded.

When Zhou Shangan turned his head, he only saw He Xiancheng's back.

He looked at He Xiancheng's back and was slightly startled.

When Zhou Shangan pushed the door and went in, Uncle Luo was coming out of the utility room. He saw Zhou Shangan first smiled, and then he was taken aback, the smile froze on his face.

Luo Xiao ran close, frowning, worried, and asked: "Master, what's the matter? What happened?"

Zhou Shang'an was stunned for a moment, he deliberately blew the cold wind before entering the door, but Uncle Luo still noticed it.

He changed his shoes, ran upstairs in a hurry, and said loudly, "No, it's nothing!"

Uncle Luo followed.

Zhou Shangan said anxiously: "Uncle Luo, I'm really fine!"

After speaking, he pushed open the door and slammed it shut.

There was a bang.

The bedroom was not turned on, and it was dark, and only the vague outlines of the furniture could be seen through the dim light of the street lamp.

Zhou Shang'an panted slowly, leaning his back against the door, all the strength in his body was taken away little by little.

In the end, his body weakened weakly, and he slid to sit on the ground. Zhou Shangan curled up his legs and huddled tightly into a ball.

He is broken in love.

In the next period of time, Zhou Shang'an didn't look for He Xiancheng again.

He would still pass by the residential building where He Xiansheng lived when he came home from school.

When passing by, he would stop for a while and look up in the direction of He Xiancheng's house.

He started to study by himself at night, and he studied alone in the bedroom at home, and the room was so empty that he felt uncomfortable.

Evening self-study is late, Zhou Shang'an sometimes thinks of He Xiancheng again.

No, he always wanted to.

It's just that sometimes the miss is too fierce, the apex of the heart is astringent, and the sockets of the eyes are sour.

Zhou Shang'an would make a big circle, passing by He Xiancheng's house downstairs.

He would stand in front of the dark corridor and stare blankly.

He still takes a few deep breaths, the stale smell that he hated before actually makes him feel a little nostalgic at this moment.

But he didn't dare to stay for too long, after a while, Zhou Shang'an lowered his head again and left in a hurry.

Like a voyeur, he only dared to take a sneak peek at the places He Xiancheng walked by.

One night, Zhou Shang'an had a dream, he dreamed of He Xiancheng.

He Xiancheng sent him a message and asked, "Are you there?"

It was just two short words, and Zhou Shangan was happy for a long time, the corners of his mouth raised behind his ears.

He was always smiling when he woke up.

Half asleep and half awake, Zhou Shangan took the mobile phone by the bedside.

There is no information when I click it.

The dialogue between him and He Xiancheng was at the bottom of the list, quietly.

Zhou An's heart trembled.

Three twenty-three in the morning.

Zhou Shang'an held the phone, his fingertips trembling slightly.

He deleted the chat boxes in front of He Xiancheng one by one.

He thought, the taste of liking is too bitter.

The Spring Festival will come earlier this year, and the final exam of the last semester of senior high school will be arranged much earlier than before.

After the exam, there will be long lessons to make up on the eve of the Spring Festival, which is very busy.

Zhou Shangan had dinner at the table, and Zhou Chuxiong and Ye Wanwen also came back today.

Uncle Luo said: "Young Master, let Teacher He come to your house for dinner after the exam."

Zhou Shang'an paused while holding the chopsticks.

He raised his head in a daze, he hadn't heard He Xiancheng's name for a long time.