The person I have a crush on is teasing me every day

Yan Yicheng never knew that there was such a dilapidated bus station in City A.

The so-called station is just a bungalow with dim lights, and a few minibuses that have been scrapped for an unknown amount of time are parked on the potholed open space. Rats are running around, and the street lights are flickering...a perfect scene for a ghost movie.

Yan Yicheng touched his pocket to get a cigarette, but he was too hasty to go out and forgot to take it.

An hour ago, his mother called him to ask him to pick someone up, "Son, do you remember our neighbor Xiao Li when we were young? Something happened to him at home, you take care of him for a while."

"Joly? What happened to his house?"

"Oh, why are you so annoying! Your mother will pick you up as soon as I ask you to. If I didn't have to take care of your grandfather, who would want to leave Xiaoli to you." Yan's mother said impatiently.

"I just asked..."

"What is there to ask? Why are you surnamed Yan so annoying, let me leave now!"

"..."

Yan's mother's hot-tempered personality is still exactly the same as before.

Yan Yicheng was urged to set off by Yan's mother, and found the bus station after going the wrong way twice. During this period, his mother called him again, told him about Qiao Li's situation, and forced Yan Yicheng to clear up his impatience. Clean, but he never thought that it was Qiao Li's mother who passed away.

After waiting for another half an hour, a minibus finally drove over slowly. The wheels drove over a stone, and the whole body shook like it had taken the wrong medicine.

Yan Yicheng felt his head start to hurt.

The car door opened, and a short and round figure got out of the car. Against the headlights of the car, it seemed that a pair of eyes were staring at him sharply. Yan Yicheng coughed dryly, stepped out of the car, and the shadow immediately rolled in front of him.

"Mr. Yan..."

Qiao Li was carrying a huge backpack and two bags in his hands. He seemed to be crushed by the backpack. He raised his head timidly, staring at him with dark eyes, and turned away quickly.

Yan Yicheng quickly helped him unload the backpack on his back, "Hurry up and get in the car."

"Ah."

Qiao Li sat in the clean and spacious car, didn't know where to put his hands, feet, and feet, and said cautiously: "Yan, Mr. Yan, please excuse me."

"It's okay." Yan Yicheng replied while driving, and glanced at Qiao Li, who lowered his head, and felt that he was completely different from the bamboo horse in his memory.

However, after experiencing such a thing, it is strange that his personality has not changed.

"Qiao Li, please be sorry for Aunt Zhao's matter."

"It's over, I, I'm fine..."

"If you need help with anything, you can tell me."

"Thank you..." Qiao Li finally raised his head, and as soon as his eyes touched Yan Yicheng's, his head fell down again. Yan Yicheng could only see the shattered light on his hair, and his pinkish lips pursed nervously.

Returning to the city from the suburbs, Qiao Li still didn't say a word. He kept his head down as if he was about to bury himself under the car. When waiting for the red light, Yan Yicheng wanted to rub his head like he was a child, but Qiao Li seemed Shrinking a bit, Yan Yicheng had no choice but to withdraw his hand, trying to find a topic.

"Speaking of which, where did you come by car from?"

"Haishi."

Yan Yicheng was depressed: "Haishi? Isn't that the next door city? Isn't it faster to take the high-speed rail?"

"Aunt Yan said that I need an ID card to take the high-speed rail." Qiao Li whispered, "She asked me to take an online car-hailing car to go around Haishi first, and then take the subway to the bus station to the bus station, and I can only pay in cash. "

"...And then came to the station just now?"

Qiao Li's voice became softer: "No, no, I got to the township and changed trains three times before I got to the bus station just now."

After listening to this, Yan Yicheng was completely speechless, "I'm sorry, I really don't know what my mother is doing, and she asked you to change cars so many times, it's not because of someone..."

After the last sentence was finished, Yan Yicheng clearly saw Qiao Li next to him lower his head again.

Yan Yicheng stepped on the gas pedal helplessly. Judging by Qiao Li's reaction, his mother must have kept a lot of things from him.

Arriving at his house, Qiao Li was still trembling all the way, when Yan Yicheng pressed the elevator, his arm accidentally touched his shoulder, Qiao Li was so frightened that he was about to jump up.

Is he that scary?

"Sorry, my family is relatively simple."

Yan Yicheng usually likes to stay in the company. For him, home is a place to sleep. The living room has nothing but a few electrical appliances, which looks very deserted.

"Put the bag on the ground first, and I'll send someone to deliver some takeaway." Yan Yicheng saw that Qiao Li was still standing in the entrance, with his head down, wondering what to think.

Yan Yicheng's eyes moved to Qiao Li's feet.

After going to so many places today, his shoes are indeed a bit dirty.

Also, who picked out the white carpet for him?Look how nervous the child is!

"Tsk, look at me, I forgot to wear slippers again." Yan Yicheng pretended to be annoyed, "Qiao Li, please help me get a pair of slippers from the shoe cabinet."

"Ok!"

In such a simple word, you can hear the relaxation of being amnesty, Yan Yicheng looked at Qiao Li's movements, and looked at this little bamboo horse unceremoniously.

Qiao Li also put on his slippers, and sat at both ends of the sofa with Yan Yicheng, no matter what Yan Yicheng wanted to eat, he would just nod and agree.

The atmosphere was too dull, and Yan Yicheng had to turn on a variety show that he would never watch normally, and watch it while eating supper with Qiao Li, giggling from time to time, "Hahaha, this is too funny, what do you think, Qiao Li?" ?”

"..."

Qiao Li was stared at by Yan Yicheng, and his head shrank again.

How come it looks like a hamster.

"Speaking of which, what have you been doing all these years? Are you still studying?"

Qiao Li quickly swallowed the noodles in his mouth, and said embarrassingly: "It's gone..."

Yan Yicheng vaguely remembered that his neighbor, Aunt Zhao, had always been living in poverty. When they moved, Mother Yan gave them some furniture.

In the year when he moved, Qiao Li was still a primary school student. Yan Yicheng vaguely remembered the little guy who ran behind the car when he left in the car...

Then, just like that, ten years passed.

"that……"

"What?" Qiao Li took the initiative to speak to him for the first time. Although Yan Yicheng's expression did not change, his back straightened unconsciously, ready to fight.

Qiao Li was still stuttering: "I, I heard from Aunt Yan that you studied abroad... very good."

"What's so great, it's just a few more books." Yan Yicheng shrugged, he guessed that his mother wouldn't say anything good about him.

"No, you are very powerful." Qiao Li lowered his head, but his eyelashes were trembling, obviously peeking at him with his eyeballs, "Mr. Yan is very powerful... just, just like before, very powerful... "

After being praised three times in succession, Yan Yicheng was not happy at all.

Qiao Li, he... is somewhat inferior. It hasn't changed since he was a child.

Originally, Yan Yicheng wanted to ask Qiao Li what his future plans were, but he gave up when he saw the time.

After supper, Yan Yicheng took Qiao Li for a 1-minute walk at his home.

The guest room has never been occupied by anyone, and there is no bed sheet or quilt. In addition, Yan's mother made a surprise announcement, and Yan Yicheng has not had time to find someone to clean it up.

"I can't help it. You can sleep with me tonight. I'll have someone tidy up tomorrow." Yan Yicheng closed the door of the guest room, took Qiao Li to see the master bedroom, and suddenly felt that the corner of his clothes was being pulled.

"Do not……"

"What did you say?" Yan Yicheng bent over and leaned over, a masculine breath came over him, Qiao Li raised his eyes and saw his handsome smiling face, he was so frightened that he quickly backed away and hit the wall directly.

Yan Yicheng:? ? ?

He hasn't bathed yet, but he doesn't smell bad...

"I'm sorry, I just..." Qiao Li stammered, looking at Yan Yicheng tangled, "Mr. Yan, I, that, I can just sleep on the sofa..."

"What kind of sofa are you sleeping on? You don't think you dislike me, do you?" Yan Yicheng laughed at himself, but he couldn't laugh anymore, and Qiao Li fell silent.

Silence doesn't mean default, right?Certainly not!

"Didn't we sleep many times when we were young? Why do you dislike me?" Yan Yicheng reached out to the wall and gave him a wall thump, "Qiao Li, you won't forget me, will you?"

"No..." In order to avoid him, Qiao Li quickly retracted himself into the wall, "Mr. Yan, don't be like this..."

"That's right, we haven't seen each other for more than ten years." Yan Yicheng let go of him, his resistance to himself was too obvious, and he was no longer in the mood to tease him, "Although we haven't seen each other for so long, you put I am very sad that my brother is treated as an outsider."

Qiao Li froze when he heard these words, and said nervously, "Mr. Yan?"

"Forget it, I'll get the quilt."

Yan Yicheng took the replacement quilt and put it on the bed, moved what he slept on last night to the living room, and spread it randomly, "Go take a shower first, you are tired today, just leave your things and pack them up tomorrow."

"Mr. Yan, I'm sleeping on the sofa!" Qiao Li hugged his pillow.

"It's okay, it's just a night's sleep anyway."

Qiao Li shook his head desperately: "No, it can't be done!"

Yan Yicheng suppressed his shaking head with his big palm, seeing Qiao Li aggrieved and looking up at him nervously, as if he just met him when he was a child, his heart was inexplicably relieved.

"You don't listen to me?" Yan Yicheng frowned deliberately, Qiao Li couldn't shake his head, so he had to say: "I didn't."

Yan Yicheng fiddled with Qiao Li's hair a few times. The soft hair made him feel like he was touching a ball of cotton, and he let go of him after turning his dull flat bangs into chicken nests.

"That's all right, come on, give me back the pillow."

Qiao Li offered to help Yan Yicheng put the pillow away.

As soon as Yan Yicheng lay down on the sofa, his long legs protruded a lot and stood outside the sofa. He retracted his feet and changed his position, but his butt was sticking out of the sofa.

Such a tall person, sleeping on the sofa is really aggrieved.

Qiao Li made sure that he was clean before lying on Yan Yicheng's bed, but no matter how he slept, he felt uncomfortable, and every piece of flesh in his body seemed to be in the wrong position.

Suddenly, the door was pushed open, and a piece of soft warm light leaked in.

"Joly?"

"Mr. Yan, I didn't sleep." Qiao Li sat up abruptly, clutching the quilt tightly and looking at Yan Yicheng.

Yan Yicheng came from that light, and seeing his nervousness, he pursed his lips happily, "I have nothing to do, I just want to come in and see if you are sleeping comfortably."

"Comfortable." Qiao Li couldn't help nodding, and the two restless locks jumped a few times following his movements.

"That's good." Yan Yicheng poked his head to make him lie down, and squatted on the side of the bed to look him straight, "Qiao Li, do you still remember what you called me before?"

Jolly nodded.

"Say it." Yan Yicheng coaxed him.

Qiao Li suddenly grasped the quilt tightly, opened his mouth, struggled for a while before saying: "Brother Yiyi..."

Yan Yicheng was satisfied now, as if the spring breeze had filled his whole body.

Joey, that's interesting.