Record of Jian Sanshao's Bending

Auntie thought for a while, pursed her lips and said

"Take a picture of the person you like, and lie flat on the bed, or in the shower, uh, then, look at the picture, imagine him kissing you, hugging you, and then... Then you follow your own Just do it with your instincts, don't be shy, don't hold back, and when you're done, you'll be much more comfortable."

Jian Qiubai frowned in confusion: "Is it that simple?"

Auntie nodded: "Actually, there is no need to teach this. You may be too depressed, or too scared or too shy."

Jian Qiubai hummed and said, "I'm just very scared."

He just came out of the shock of not liking girls, and suddenly fell in love with a man who would never like him.

For a teenage child, or a psychologically mature child like Jian Qiubai at an earlier age, this kind of thing is really as heavy as a rock, and it must be a huge secret that must be kept in the heart.

The auntie saw his contradictions and pain, sighed and said pitifully: "You are still young, you will always like one or two people who don't like you, don't be so entangled, you will soon meet someone who likes you .”

Jian Qiubai lowered her eyes and whispered, "Auntie, you don't understand."

After being in the dark for so long, I suddenly saw a ray of redemptive sunshine.

Even if he knew that it was impossible to take that sunlight as his own, he could only touch it secretly.

But still greedy.

Those who have not experienced the fear and panic of worrying about gains and losses, as well as the fear and yearning for the unknown, will never understand.

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After coming out of the infirmary, Jian Qiubai went home with his schoolbag on his back. Originally, Yuan Chengyi would pick him up every time he went home.

But this time Yuan Chengyi's sister seemed to be on vacation, so Yuan Chengyi asked his mother for leave to go home to accompany his sister.

So for three consecutive days, I couldn't pick him up from school.

Even if you know that there is nothing wrong with being with your family.

But he was still selfishly uncomfortable.

For Yuan Chengyi.

Picking him up is work.

Work is never more important than family.

It's raining.

Jian Qiubai didn't bring an umbrella.

So I went home in the rain.

When I got home, the house was empty except for a few servants who were busy.

Hearing the doorbell, the nanny ran to open the door, and saw the drenched yin and yang yelled strangely: "Oh, this is the floor that was just mopped, you really will pick a time to come back, this is dirty, tsk tsk tsk .”

This nanny used to serve Jian Cunli's dead ex-wife. After Jian Cunli's ex-wife died, she had a very loyal face and cried more painfully than her two sons, so she gained Jian Cunli's trust, and with those two sons With the support of her, she always walks sideways in Jane's house.

Jian Qiubai was often bullied by her.

While taking off his wet clothes and throwing them on the ground, the boy said flatly, "If it gets dirty, drag it again. Isn't Aunt Li the cleaner that our house specially hired to do the cleaning?"

The woman's face froze, and she raised her voice and said, "What do you mean?"

"Nothing interesting." Jian Qiubai raised her delicate eyebrows, and said slowly, "I just want you to know my identity."

"What's my identity?" The nanny sneered, "When asking me to look at my identity, Master Jian still looks at himself..."

The nanny stopped suddenly, she was frightened by the boy's eyes.

The cold eyes slashed at her like sharp knives, the boy stared at her hard and said

"Don't rely on the old to sell the old to me. No matter what Jian Cunli's attitude towards me, I will always be his son and the young master of this family."

The coldness between the eyebrows made the woman's heart beat twice, and she unconsciously raised her hand to caress her chest, and felt that she was frightened by the look of this half-grown child.

Jian Qiubai ignored her gaffe and went to the bathroom on her own.

He seemed to be drenched in the rain, and his body was very cold.

There was clean hot water prepared by the servant in the bathroom. Jian Qiubai took off his underwear and sat in the bathtub. The gentle and soft water made him sigh comfortably.

Jian Qiubai leaned back on the back of the bathtub, staring blankly at the bright water vapor on the ceiling. Somehow, the smoky water vapor suddenly gathered together and turned into Yuan Chengyi's appearance.

High nose bridge, firm eyes, and tough chin...

Unconsciously, Jian Qiubai raised her hand, wanting to touch Xiao Xiangjiu's handsome face that had been formed by the water vapor, but as soon as she raised her hand, the water vapor dissipated and everything disappeared.

Jian Qiubai sighed weakly, closed his eyes, soaked for a while, and suddenly thought of what the teacher in the infirmary had said to him.

"When you feel that you can't restrain your excitement, you can lie on the bed or in the bathtub, and then look at the photos of the person you like, and imagine that he is kissing you, hugging you..."

Jian Qiubai opened her eyes, stood up slightly, picked up the school uniform jacket thrown on the ground, and took out a photo from her pocket.

It was a photo of Yuan Chengyi sleeping with his eyes closed, leaning back on the car seat. He secretly took it. After the photo was taken, he kept it in his pocket and took it with him every day.

Like a talisman, every time you feel sad, take it out and take a look.

The boy's slender and fair fingers slid over the man's deep facial features in the photo again and again, and finally, they lingered ambiguously on the light and sexy lips.

As the water vapor increased and the water heater in the bathroom kept heating up, the closed bathroom became more and more stuffy, and Jian Qiubai felt his heart burn more and more, and his body was agitated for no reason.

The boy took a breath, relaxed his body, and slowly stretched his body while looking at the photo. The water vapor seemed to gather together again, turning into Yuan Chengyi's appearance.

In a vague way, Yuan Chengyi seemed to lower his body, constantly pecking and kissing the drops of water oozing from his neck.

Jian Qiubai became more and more confused. He didn't know whether it was the temperature of the bathroom or his own temperature. In short, he felt his whole body was hot.

Slowly, the boy's bony hands, driven by human instinct...