What kind of evil can a puppy have?

The door of the enclosed space full of pungent rubber and dust smells was slowly opened, a light suddenly rushed in, and Song Jingzhou, who was curled up among the sundries, blinked uncomfortably.

The person who came was Dai Bo, with the same dignified and proud expression, showing no mercy for the down-and-out young master, "Come out, Mr. Song is looking for you."

According to the number of times Dai Bo came to deliver meals every day, today is the third day he has been locked up in the warehouse.

His body was covered in dust, his face was also stained a lot, and his white shirt was dyed gray and black. He was as desolate as a stray dog ​​abandoned by someone.

"I want to take a shower first."

Dai Bo said: "Boss Song has no time to wait for you."

Song Jingzhou didn't insist anymore, "Got it."

Song Zhoulin and Dai Bo were the ones who took him home three days ago, and Song Zhoulin only asked him from the beginning to the end, "Is it fun to run away from home?"

Song Jingzhou smiled lightly, raised his head and looked at Song Zhoulin with both eyes, and replied provocatively: "Is it similar to her?"

Song Zhoulin suddenly became violent, with a little panic on his violent face, he slapped Song Jingzhou violently, and made him roll out of the car and go back to the warehouse by himself on the road with endless traffic.

This is Song Zhoulin's first time back.

Song Jingzhou's dilapidated appearance made Song Zhoulin feel happy, and the corner of his mouth curled up, "That's right, surrender to me, I'll give you a stable living environment, isn't it good?"

Song Jingzhou sneered, with a cold light in his eyes, no longer the usual obedience.

"If you were beaten up when you were young, and you were beaten into the hospital because of an exam score and called a 'stable living environment', I am afraid that there will be no incompetent fathers in the world."

Song Zhoulin was uncharacteristically not angry, and reasoned with him, "You have a place to live, so you don't have to worry about whether you will have no money to go to school, and whether you will be full after the next meal. What is this stability?"

"The same goes for the dog at home." Song Jingzhou said indifferently.

Song Zhoulin shook his head regretfully, "Alas... I have worked so hard to raise you up and teach you to be a human being, but you treat yourself like this? Who did you learn from? That bastard named Yuan?"

He got up and walked forward, stopped one meter away from Song Jingzhou, stared at him, "So I never let you play with dirty people, why don't you understand my good intentions?"

Song Jingzhou lowered his eyes and looked at him coldly, "Whether it satisfies your desire to control or has good intentions, you must be very clear in your heart."

Song Zhoulin hated his look, "I gave you enough face today, don't challenge my patience over and over again."

"You want to know how I know about her?" Song Jingzhou walked to the table and poured himself a glass of water, took a sip slowly and said.

Song Zhoulin choked for a moment, then gave Song Jingzhou a vicious look, "I warned you a long time ago, don't mention her in front of me!"

Song Jingzhou held the cup and said calmly, "Don't worry, she won't become a ghost after death, and she won't come to trouble you."

Song Zhoulin fell into a daze for a second, and when he came back to his senses, his face was full of fear, his eyes were bloodshot, and he grabbed a desk lamp on the table and threw it at Song Jingzhou with all his strength.

He shouted violently: "Shut up!"

If it was before, this desk lamp would leave a purple mark on Song Jingzhou's shoulder or face, and it would take a week of medicine to disappear.

But now he dodged it easily, and said to Song Zhoulin cruelly and softly: "If you want others to know, you must do nothing yourself. Mr. Song is the murderer."

As the last word fell, Song Zhoulin's spirit completely collapsed.

He is like a sick mad dog, his usual appearance of a gentleman in a suit and leather shoes no longer exists, a button of his suit is broken, his tie is torn apart indiscriminately, he vented, everything on the table was swept down by him, and the documents were scattered all over the place.

Song Jingzhou thought to himself, luckily he was not in his room, otherwise the pot of sunflowers would not have been spared.

Dai Bo heard the movement and knocked on the door, "Mr. Song? What happened?"

Song Zhoulin yelled: "Get out!!!"

Song Jingzhou took out a disposable paper cup to take a cup of warm water, and handed it to Song Zhoulin, who was panting heavily.

"Mr. Song, do you want to make a deal?"

***

Yuanye went back to school that night on New Year's Day, without a key, Le opened the door and raised an eyebrow at him maliciously.

"Brother Yuan? Have you grown into a man?"

Yuan Ye was upset, and slapped him on the head, "Stop talking yellow."

Le Zaili scratched his head and felt aggrieved, "Aren't I happy for you? After 20 years of being single, you're finally out of the singles, and the person you've been thinking about for so long is Song Jingzhou."

"Don't make me sound like that pervert." Yuan Ye raised his eyebrows and glared at him, "He didn't take it off, he went home."

Le Zaili was surprised: "You two are both alone and widowed and lived together in the same room during New Year's Eve, yet you're still not together?!"

Yuan Ye glanced at him: "I have lived in the same room with you for almost two years."

Le Zaili scratched his head embarrassingly, "Then I am not gay... If I were gay, I would definitely like you Uehara-ge!"

Yuan Ye was taken aback, "That's right! I don't know if Song Jingzhou likes boys yet!"

Le Zaili: "... Isn't it a bit late to react now?"

Yuan Ye sighed irritably, and leaned down on the table, "Forget it, I confessed anyway, just wait. He said he would come to me."

Yuanye had been waiting for seven days in a row, and it was the last week of the teaching week, but Song Jingzhou still hadn't arrived.

Le Zaili came back from buying food outside, saw Yuanye staring at the phone again and shook his head in a daze, "Brother Yuan, you're going to wait until you become a husband-wife stone."

Yuan Ye changed his posture and sighed again, "The final exam for majors starts tomorrow, why hasn't he come back?"

"Don't wait." Le Zaili said, "I ran into Wu Zhenyang when I was shopping for food. He said that Song Jingzhou had applied for a deferment of exams this semester, so he probably won't be coming back."

Yuan Ye said in a muffled voice, "I know."

He had heard the news from Wei Ziyue a long time ago.But Song Jingzhou said to him, "You have to trust me. Yuan Ye, I will find you."

Song Jingzhou has never broken his promise, he will definitely come.

The winter vacation began on January [-]th. Yuan Ye had only four elective courses this semester, and he finished the exams early, and kept them until the last day.

Le Zaili's home is far away, he went home three days ago, and Yuan Ye lives alone in the dormitory now.

He needs to leave school on January 17th, he has packed up his luggage, and he has to leave until NO.[-] at the most.

He went out for a meal and bought a big bag of longan.Ye Yilan called him, and he carried the bag in one hand and the phone in the other.

"Well, I will go back the day after tomorrow...No, there are still people in school who haven't left...Damn it!"

Yuan Ye let go of his hand in surprise, and a bag of longan fell to the ground, rolling everywhere.

Ye Yilan on the phone was scolding: "Yuanye, you are so courageous! How dare you swear at your mother! Come back and see how I cut you!"

Yuan Ye lost his mind and said, "Mom, I'll call you later, hang up first."

There was a tall boy standing at the door of dormitory 555, with a faint smile on his face, he waved to him when he saw him.

"Yuano, I'm here to find you."

Yuan Ye didn't care about the longan, and ran forward quickly, intending to punch Song Jingzhou, but in the end he was willing to rub his hair violently.

"Damn it, you're finally willing to come!" His eyes were slightly red, and the last word trembled with tears.

Song Jingzhou stood there and let him rub, "Well, I'll give you an answer."

Yuan Ye sniffed, "Oh, then wait a minute. I have to pick up the longan."

After he finished speaking, he laughed, and Song Jingzhou laughed along without holding back, and went to pick it up with him.

Yuan Ye complained while picking it up, "If I knew it, I wouldn't buy longan, buy some big oranges, and I'll be done picking them up in one go."

Song Jingzhou smiled and said, "Blame me, I should wait until you enter the dormitory."

Yuan Ye glared at him fiercely, "Do you still want to come later?!"

"Sorry for making you wait so long." Song Jingzhou replied quickly and sincerely.

Yuan Ye was speechless for a while, and angrily grabbed a longan and threw it at him, "You also know that you came late, and everyone in the school was going to leave. Yesterday, the dormitory management uncle came to ask about the time to leave the dormitory."

Song Jingzhou suddenly grabbed his wrist, with a firm and serious look in his eyes, and asked, "Did you still count on your confession to me last year?"

The wilderness is like boiled shrimp, red from the feet to the top of the head in an instant, and it can smoke when sprinkled with water.

"No, didn't I say, let's talk about the longan after picking it up! No one...confessed in the corridor." His voice became smaller and smaller, and finally he could hardly hear it.

Song Jingzhou said with a smile: "Someone's confession seems to be carried out in a hot pot restaurant."

Wilderness fried hair, picked up the bag, "Let's go! Go back to the dormitory!"

Song Jingzhou was still holding two longans that had been broken and hadn't been put in. He followed behind him, quietly waiting for him to open the door, and after entering, he closed the door consciously and threw the longan away.

Yuanye took a glass of water for each of them, and pretended to be calm and said, "Okay, let's talk."

Don't even dare to look at him.

Song Jingzhou took the water glass with his left hand, took a sip, was silent for a while, and said, "Can I go to the bathroom and wash my hands?"

Wilderness choked on his throat with a sip of water, "You did it on purpose!"

Song Jingzhou showed him his hand innocently, "It's sticky with juice, it's sticky."

Yuan Ye had nothing to do with him, and pointed behind him, "Go, go, go!"

Five minutes later, Song Jingzhou still didn't come back.Yuan Ye couldn't sit still any longer, and went to the bathroom frowning, "Did you fall in?"

Song Jingzhou was still standing in front of the sink, and the captain said, "No, I'm practicing how to confess."

"……Grass!"

Can you stop saying such good words so seriously!

Song Jingzhou put the back of his hand lightly on the tip of his nose to hide his smile, and said with joy in his tone, "It doesn't seem necessary now?"

A bright red shrimp head lifted vigorously and said angrily, "No! I need it!"

Song Jingzhou leaned over, held Yuan Ye's hands, and gently placed a kiss on the corner of Yuan Ye's mouth, waiting for the other party's reaction.

The kettle in Yuan Ye's mind was finally turned on, and he stepped back unconsciously to escape from this scene, but was held tightly by Song Jingzhou, unable to escape.

"I like you, Yuanye." Song Jingzhou rubbed the back of Yuanye's hand carefully, "It's the same as your liking."

"What should I do? I seem to have been infected by you, and I started to do things without thinking about the consequences." Song Jingzhou added, "My dad agreed to let me be friends with you, but he didn't know it was a boyfriend."

Yuan Ye's throat was dry, and he said nonsense, "How exciting is it to fall in love behind your parents' backs? It's like secretly having a puppy love behind your back in middle school."

"Have you ever been in love?"

Yuan Ye still didn't dare to look up, "No, high school is engaged in studies, I don't have time, what about you?"

"There was a crush, but now it's blooming."

The author has something to say: The mental state is not quite right recently. I lost consciousness and fell asleep after watching the video at [-]:[-] last night. I was still sleepy after sleeping for more than ten hours.