The boss always thought we were looking at each other

The two of them worked hard all day, and when they returned home, He Ci checked Yan Yu's homework as usual, put him to sleep, and then freed up time to investigate the monitoring at the Zhulin Express Office today.

This matter was not difficult for him.

In the dim room, He Ci's eyes were calm, and he tapped the table with his fingertips one by one, feeling a little unconcealable impatience.

When his gaze was fixed on the figure on the screen, He Ci raised his eyebrows unconsciously, and then landed on the scroll painting in his hand, his expression was gloomy for a moment.

That's his thing.

Perhaps, he knew who the woman in the portrait was.

Or maybe, Lin Zhao didn't even think about hiding it. He knew that it would not be difficult for He Ci to investigate this matter, so he appeared so naked under the camera of Zhulin Express.

From the beginning of this incident, he was deliberately provocative.

Lin Zhao has always been deep in his thoughts, and he loves to use what He Ci cares about most, challenging He Ci's patience time and time again. At first, He Ci really felt guilty towards him. After all, it was really because of Song Meiyun's intervention that Lin Zhao The breakup of the family, and because of his withdrawal, the entire team was unable to enter the national competition.

So He Ci didn't think there was anything wrong, He Zheng's fault, Song Meiyun's fault, his own fault, He Ci had nothing to bear.

He also numbly accepts Lin Zhao spreading rumors everywhere.

But for a long time, Lin Zhao endlessly used He Jin, used words, and used all the existence around him to try to anger He Ci, endlessly trampling on He Ci's bottom line.

Maybe it started when he got on the train to find Song Meiyun three years ago, or maybe He Jin cried and called his mother in his dream one night, but he could only stand helplessly and watch coldly.

He Ci felt that taking the blame for Song Meiyun was possible but unnecessary.

First, he has always been selfish, and he never regressed when it comes to matters involving words and concubine He; second, Song Meiyun is another kind of waste to He Zheng and to their family.

He is not a living Bodhisattva who saves suffering, so there is no need to bear such mistakes for anyone.

Thinking of those disgusting things in the past, He Ci closed his eyes. Under the dim light, his expression was dim, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

**

It's rare for Yan Yu to wake up early in the morning, and as soon as he opened the door, he saw He Ci busy in the kitchen, wearing a pink helloKitty apron that the two of them bought at the supermarket together. Against the backdrop of He Ci's tall figure, it was inevitable that he was a bit out of place.

At that time, Yan Yu was just joking that he liked to see him dressed like this, but He Ci threw it into the shopping cart without even thinking about it.

'If you like it, I will wear it for you to see'.

He Ci seems to never know what is secular, you have never said "I love you", but all you do are love him.

He Ci has been learning how to love him.

He Ci loves him, but doesn't say anything.

Yan Yu stood behind him, watching him skillfully chop vegetables, fry vegetables, make soy milk, and knead buns. The childishness of the boy's body had already faded away with time, and the silent figure shuttled through the slightly narrow kitchen. Then, for no reason, sadness suddenly hit my heart.

He rubbed his sore nose, stepped forward on his slippers, and hugged his thin waist from behind.

He Ci was startled subconsciously, then slightly raised the corners of his lips, tapped the back of his hand lightly with his flour-stained hand, watching Yan Yu's clean and fair hands were covered with flour by him.

The smile on the corner of He Ci's mouth continued to expand.

It seemed that such a small thing could make him happy for a long time.

"Honey, why do you always feel that you are unhappy?" Yan Yu buried his head on his broad back, He Ci's unhappiness was not written on his face, but he just felt that He Ci was pretending to be something.

"No." He Ci lowered his head, and drew a circle on his hand, with his initials written in the circle, "When I miss you, I'm happy."

Yan Yu was shaking his head on his back, he couldn't find anything because of He Ci's sweet words in the early morning.

"Then I miss you more today than yesterday, I miss you more tomorrow than today, I miss you more than I dream when I wake up, and I miss you more in the last second than in the next second, so will you be happier?"

He Ci lowered his eyes, his Adam's apple rolled slightly.

"So darling, tell me what's the matter with you." Yan Yu let his flour-covered hand write and draw on his wrist, "Otherwise I'll get angry, and maybe I won't miss you as much as yesterday."

He Ci listened selectively, and after hearing the first half of the sentence, he said 'hmm'.

According to Lao Jiang's original plan, He Ci still had to go to school today. As the best candidate for the school's recommendation to Peking University, Lao Jiang arranged countless social activities for him in his future plans.

He Ci thought of Lao Jiang's kindness, and didn't shirk.

"Then I too..." Go.

Yan Yu, who was halfway through the homework, suddenly raised his head, and before he finished speaking, He Ci stuffed a strawberry to block the remaining words.

"Don't go." He Ci glanced at the sunny weather outside, and lightly brushed Yan Yu's cold and soft side cheeks with his fingertips, he must have sunburned when he turned around.

He Ci flipped through the homework written by Yan Yu, and slowly relaxed his slightly frowning brows, "I was very serious today, and the questions I gave were not wrong. The lunch at noon is in the refrigerator, remember to take it out and warm it up."

"Okay~" Yan Yu pursed his mouth, and quickly ran to the bathroom with his slippers on, took out the sunscreen, squeezed out a little in his hand, and raised his chin at He Ci, "Low your head down."

The orange-flavored sunscreen was carefully applied on He Ci's face by Yan Yu, not even letting go of his neck, and he took out a knitted bear bag from the room and hung it around his neck Going up, he casually took the hat that He Ci bought for him from the table, and buttoned it tightly.

The yellow Winnie the Pooh holding a honey pot was lying on He Ci's waist in a stupid way. He raised his hands at a loss, and swayed with the 'volunteer' armband, which added a bit of strange sense of disobedience, as if he was carrying a shotgun. The hunter who came out from the depths of the forest was holding a newborn cub in his hands.

"There's sugar, sunscreen, and the leftover cake from yesterday in your pocket. If you're tired, find a place to sit by yourself, don't stand upright," Yan Yu looked at him with his hips akimbo.

He Ci lowered his eyes, the little bear pocket was about the size of two palms, and the strap across his shoulders was about as thick as a little finger, which could hold a lot of odds and ends.

Little by little, the words and metaphors that he didn't remember picked up and put them in for him.He guessed that one of those gummy bears must be peach-flavored.

"Don't look, how can I make this kind of furry, I bought it from a certain treasure, is it good-looking?"

He Ci nodded, and answered him that he looked good, and didn't think there was any problem with dressing like this.

Yan Yu smacked He Ci's face on tiptoe, "Then we, Dajiang, have worked hard to contribute to the great candidates and world peace~"

He Ci couldn't help him hooking him up like this, and walked straight to the sofa against the person, he dawdled until he was about to be late before being pushed out the door by Yan Yu, who was a little conscious.

As soon as he was sent out by Yan Yu, the smile on He Ci's lips stopped abruptly, and he lowered his head, his slightly closed eyes glowed with a cold light, as if he were two people with the lustful him just now.

He Ci picked out a grape-flavored fudge from the bag Yan Yu prepared for him and put it in his mouth. The moment the sweet taste filled his mouth, he walked towards the examination area with no expression on his face.

He guessed that Lin Zhao should be anxious right now.

After showing the staff member's certificate at the school gate, He Ci smoothly walked along the corridor of the old teaching area and up the stairs leading to the rooftop. The Winnie the Pooh dangling from his waist followed his rhythm, squeezing the plastic inside. The packaged candies also kept ringing.

Even though the sun is shining brightly, the wind on the roof is still not necessarily low.He Ci looked at Lin Zhao who was sitting on the edge of the roof, frowning slightly, he was not very willing to provoke trouble in such a place.

He met Yan Yu here, picked up tiramisu, and pulled out more than a dozen love letters written by Yan Yu himself from the cracks in the ground, but Lin Zhao only knew that he stayed here the longest, so he naturally chose here.

Listening to the movement behind him, Lin Zhao turned his head, the wound on the corner of his mouth had almost healed, and he looked at He Ci with a somewhat indifferent gaze, as if the two met for the first time three years ago.

He Ci appeared in front of him radiantly, easily taking away the glory that originally belonged to him.

Even though he has been down and out for a few years now, what remains the same as before is that he looks down on him.Lin Zhao waved his hand holding the scroll at him, and when his eyes fell on the bear pocket on He Ci's waist, he was stunned for a moment.

For a moment, he chuckled and whispered.

"Look at what you are now, He Ci? With your inhuman appearance, you've been living in my shadow these past few years. Haven't you been miserable?"

He Ci ignored him, his eyes fell on the edge of the roof at Lin Zhao's feet, only one step away from Ta Kong.

He wasn't worried that Lin Chao would jump off or something, Lin Zhao's life or death was his business, but he himself had to live in this world innocently.

Because the metaphor said that he should be an upright and good person.

"Here I am," He Ci reached out to him, "Give me back my things."

"Also?" Listening to his words, Lin Zhao felt a stomach ache from laughing for a moment, "Did you say this picture scroll?"

As he spoke, he unfolded towards He Ci.

There is not too much ink on the empty picture, the intertwining of black and red outlines a gradually familiar self, he is holding a bouquet of bright red roses, leaning against the wall of the venue, the whole scene is too simple, with a few strokes Shadows, spots of light and warm sunlight fell on him through the transparent glass overhead.

Indifference and warmth played to the extreme.

He Ci looked at the painting, his throat was a little choked up, and he couldn't speak. It was so long that he felt his heart beat almost uncontrollably.

He guessed that Yan Yu was good at painting still lifes, and he guessed all the possibilities, but he didn't guess that it was him.

Yan Yu really drew him, using a technique that he was not good at, drawing him!

"Give it to me." He Ci suppressed the impulse in his heart and took a step closer to him.

Seeing his reaction, Lin Zhao let out a 'huh', seeing through his eagerness, "No way, you don't even know what he drew, I thought you did, that would be so interesting."

"Does Yan Yu know that you can do this for him? Aren't you afraid that I will use this painting to threaten you to give up your admission to Beijing University?"

"But that's really boring," Lin Zhao said to himself, with a look of regret in his eyes, the only recommended spot in the school should have been for him, a senior high school student, but it was given to He Ci, which really made him unbelievable, " You don't seem to care too much."

"How about this," he said lightly, "you make a wish, turn back time, return the national competition award to me back then, let my mother see the scene that she didn't see, and I will make this painting How about giving it back to you?"

Lin Zhao slowly took out another photo from his pocket, it was black and white, it looked like it had been treasured for a long time, the woman on it was holding her chin, wearing a gauze hat, elegant and generous, her eyebrows and eyes were similar to Lin Zhao's very similar.

"She always said," Lin Zhao took off his glasses and threw them from the rooftop, his eyes fainted with a layer of water vapor, "she said, that little classmate who participated in the competition with you is very good."

"He should take you to win the national award," Lin Zhao looked up, recalling that time, a strange look suddenly appeared in his originally plain eyes, "When you win the award, Dad won't divorce me .”

He Ci silently clenched his fists and did not speak, letting Lin Zhao vent.

His current state is really not quite right.

"He Ci," Lin Zhao remembered He Ci standing here, looked at him, and snorted faintly, "My mother died, before my father divorced her, when Song Meiyun had an affair with him, died The moment you walk off the national field..."

"What do you want me to pay for?"

He Ci interrupted him bluntly and looked at him expressionlessly.

To be honest, he can't figure out why some people always put their hopes on others, don't they think it's a stupid thing.

What's more, he had only met the woman in the photo in front of him once, so there was nothing sentimental about it.

At most, it's sad. People who are as stupid as He Zheng always make people feel sad.

Lin Zhao stood in the strong wind, without his glasses, his vision was blurred, and he could vaguely see a group of dark people below, pointing at him.

It seems that the sound of firefighting is still echoing not far away.

That's why he chose to provoke He Ci yesterday, because only in this way, he would come to him today.

In such a serious day of the college entrance examination, in the well-known vines full of reporters, if there is a murder case in the examination room, and the person involved in the accident is still holding the works of Yan Yu, what will everyone think?

Lin Zhao didn't know, but it didn't prevent him from thinking about it, and he could guess that this was wonderful!

Lin Zhao gripped Yan Yu's painting tightly, and waved at He Ci, "You are selfish and numb, what pleasure would you have in hurting you?"

"I don't want you," Lin Zhao pursed his lips. The scorching sun above his head made him a little scary. He took out his mobile phone from his pocket, dialed Yan Yu's number, and it rang twice, but there was no answer. , hung up directly.

Lin Zhao dropped the phone, and there was a 'snap', an indecipherable sound coming from the ground.

"He didn't answer." Lin Zhao looked down the stairs blankly, "I have his work in my hand, and my last call was to him."

Lin Zhao turned his head and looked at He Ci, "Guess what will be written in the news?"

"He Ci, I want your little artist to be like you in this life, living in my shadow forever!"

"Right here, ruin the rest of his life!"

After Lin Zhao finished speaking, he closed his eyes, slowly stretched out his arms, and fell down in a kissing posture.

Below is the panicked crowd, shouting helplessly, Lin Zhao enjoys the thrill of falling, and it seems like a good choice to receive such attention from everyone before he dies.

"He will always be warm and bright."

He Ci's hoarse voice sounded next to his ear, Lin Zhao saw He Ci who was hanging in the air like him, his pupils shrank violently.

Unbelievable, He Ci actually jumped down, tightly clutching Yan Yu's knitting wool belt straddling his body, and the other end was hooked on the protruding floor nail of the roof.

The two people landed at the window on the fifth floor of the teaching building in a suspended posture.

Wool knitwear is extremely strong, but it is not an easy task for He Ci to bear the weight of two people.

Soon, the too thin weight-bearing belt drew a deep red mark on the palm of He Ci's hand, and the deep red blood slowly flowed to the wrist through the fingers.

He Ci frowned tightly.

"He won't!" Lin Zhao struggled desperately in his hand, "He Ci...you can't hold it, the effect of force is mutual, aren't you afraid that that hand will be crippled?"

"Aren't you worried that Yan Yu will dislike you as a useless person?" Lin Zhao's entire face was almost distorted. "By the way, you are a programmer. I almost forgot. What can you do without your right hand?"

Lin Zhao's constant struggle, even He Ci couldn't hold on.

There was a sound of wool being cut by the concrete roof above their heads, and the two of them slid down a long way overwhelmed.

Lin Zhao smiled smugly, "Let go, He Ci, no one will love a trash, one of you will destroy it, and the other will be in pain hahaha..."

He laughed maniacally.

"Shut up!" He Ci didn't have the strength to listen to his nonsense, the blood on the palm of his hand dripped down his elbow drop by drop.

There was another explosion in the crowd, and the sound of the fire truck came from far and near, and the inflatable cushion was propped up at an extremely fast speed below.

He Ci raised his head and looked at the belt that would break after a while, but the inflatable cushion underneath was only half filled.

The scorching sun on the top of his head made him anxious, and the sweat dripped down his cheeks. He Ci suddenly remembered that the leftovers on the left side of the refrigerator were yesterday's leftovers. He wondered if his little artist was so smart that he had to eat the ones on the right side first. He made it on purpose when he went out today.

"He will love me." He Ci whispered, "He will always love me."

When going out today, Yan Yu kissed him. I don't know if Yan Yu will miss him more tomorrow, but he may miss him less because he lied today.

"He won't!" Lin Zhao's struggle seemed to be the last straw that broke the camel's back. "No one wants to take care of a cripple!"

The candies in the bag fell one by one from the gap that was pulled out. He Ci couldn't hear his complaints, but at this moment, he missed the peach-flavored fudge that he wasn't late.

With a 'boom', He Ci's pupils dilated instantly.

The strap broke.