Was taken away by seniors after breaking up

Everything to be sold was packed into a cardboard box, and Zheng Lan also carried a bag on his back.

When he bent down to hold the suitcase, the strap of the schoolbag slipped a little. Pei Yan reached out and took it off. Zheng Lan looked back and heard him call to himself: "Lift your hand."

Zheng Lan didn't know what Pei Yan was going to do, so she raised her hand, but Pei Yan pulled the schoolbag strap off his shoulder and hung it on her body.

"It's just a bag," Zheng Lan said, "It's fine."

"That's right, it's just a bag, it's fine," Pei Yan raised his chin and pointed to the cardboard box, "Just hold the box well."

Zheng Lan said it's okay, and she's not stubborn anymore.

The campus bus on the way out was crowded with people, one crowded the other. Pei Yan picked up the box from Zheng Lan's arms from the moment he got on the bus, and finally found an empty place to put it down. The two held the same pole and surrounded each other beside.

When the bus was turning, Pei Yan seemed to have lost his footing, and fell onto Zheng Lan, and let go of his hand from the pole. He just said sorry, and his palm was pressed on the back of Zheng Lan's hand.

Both of them were taken aback for a moment, and after a while the bus came up the straight line, Pei Yan smiled, moved his hand away, put it under Zheng Lan's hand, and held the pole tightly.

"I'm sorry."

Zheng Lan lowered her head and said it was okay.

Although Pei Yan didn't hold his hand directly, the hands of the two were still connected, skin to skin, warm and warm.

When the car arrived at the stop, Pei Yan bent over to hold the box, and then let go of his hands.

Zheng Lan followed behind him and whispered to remind the people in the car not to hit the boxes.

After getting out of the car, the air felt more comfortable. The two were about to leave when they suddenly heard a female voice calling out to Pei Yan: "Cyril?"

Both Pei Yan and Zheng Lan turned around. Pei Yan recognized the foreign girl and greeted her.

"I saw you in the car, too many people didn't talk to you." After the girl finished speaking to Pei Yan, she introduced herself to Zheng Lan.

Her name is Cindy, and she is Pei Yan's classmate.

"Sunday night team race, do you want to come and have fun?" Cindy asked Pei Yan, looking at Zheng Lan, "If your friends want to come, of course we welcome it."

"Thank you, let's go back and discuss it before replying to you."

After Pei Yan finished speaking, Cindy left.

It rained heavily last night, and there is no sun today, so the road under our feet is still wet.The two walked side by side, Zheng Lan asked Pei Yan: "Do you still like racing cars?"

"That's right," Pei Yan said, "I played more in the past few years, and now I'm even more regretful about my life."

"That's good." Zheng Lan responded, walked a few steps, stretched out her hand again, and said, "Let me hug you for a while."

"No need," Pei Yan glanced at him, "Can you be tired with just such a little thing?"

"Oh……"

"I'm not kidding, you don't get enough things," Pei Yan said calmly, "I think he doesn't give too much."

Originally, Zheng Lan didn't think so, but Pei Yan suddenly mentioned it, and he didn't know how to answer it.

"I didn't care about it..." It took Zheng Lan a long time to hold back such a sentence.

"Why did you talk if you didn't get distracted?" Pei Yan asked, "Is it fun?"

Zheng Lan felt that he seemed a little unhappy, so her tone softened and said, "No..."

"Are you still suffering if you didn't distract yourself?" Pei Yan no longer gave him face, and put it bluntly, "Don't think I can't see that you are suffering."

"It's not because of him..." Zheng Lan didn't know if Pei Yan could believe it, but he still said, "It's not because of him, but because of myself."

Pei Yan stopped talking.

"My own problem..." Zheng Lan lowered her head, her steps were very slow and small, just as procrastinated as her tone, and she lost Pei Yan's two or three steps.

"Follow me quickly." Pei Yan turned around and called him.

Zheng Lan trotted to catch up and walked to his side. Pei Yan was holding the box, and her elbow collided with Zheng Lan's arm from time to time, but Zheng Lan didn't speak or move, just letting him bump into it.

At the door, Pei Yan put down the box and opened the door. When the key was put in the lock, he turned his head and met Zheng Lan's eyes.

"What's wrong?" Zheng Lan was flustered by his sight.

"You're fine." Pei Yan lost those words, the lock rang and the door opened.

The box was put into the storage room, and Zheng Lan said a lot of things to bother you, Pei Yan was tired of hearing it, and asked him: "Stay here and play for a while?"

Zheng Lan stopped talking, he was planning to leave, "What are you playing?"

"Play games, play..." Pei Yan paused, "Super Mario, can you?"

The two sat down on the carpet in the living room. Pei Yan had long legs, and the distance from the tea table to the TV cabinet was not enough for him to place, so he had to bend both legs. Jammed game console.

The screen lights up, and the familiar soundtrack plays, and the plumber in the red hat and blue vest stands at the starting point.

Zheng Lan couldn't help laughing.

Pei Yan also frowned and asked him, "What are you laughing at?"

"It's been a long time since I played." Zheng Lan said.

The curtains in the room were drawn, and the lights were not turned on, only the light from the screen was on.

Zheng Lan was very serious when playing the game, his eyes were focused on the screen, his emotions didn't fluctuate much, he smiled when he went well, sighed when he made a mistake, and looked at Pei Yan helplessly.

"You played very well." Pei Yan said.

There is a level that Zheng Lan can't pass no matter what, she has been stuck four or five times.

"If you said this before, I might still believe it." Zheng Lan changed from sitting to squatting while playing games, stepping barefoot on the carpet, arching her back in an arc, and hanging her hands beat.

"Come on again, I promise you can pass." Pei Yan said.

"Ah?" Zheng Lan didn't really believe it, but Pei Yan's eyes didn't look like he was joking. He put his arm around Zheng Lan's shoulder and said, "Come and do it again."

"Okay." Zheng Lan loosened her thumb.

The front was not bad, but when he reached the place where he was always dying, Zheng Lan sat down nervously, staring at the screen intently, not noticing that Pei Yan retracted his legs and moved closer to him.

"What to do, what to do, I'm going to die..." Zheng Lan froze for a moment.

On-screen, Mario successfully jumps over the obstacle, runs a bit and jumps onto the flagpole.

"Okay, I promise I can pass it." Pei Yan let go, stood up by himself, and asked him, "What do you want to eat? I've cooked for you."

Zheng Lan bit her lip and said, "It's all okay..."

After Pei Yan's figure disappeared, Zheng Lan recalled the feeling just now.

Pei Yan wraps his hands around his chest and wraps his chest around his back, leading him to complete a jump nimbly.

Zheng Lan bowed his body very low, Pei Yan's breath warmed his forehead, and Zheng Lan felt that they were all scalding to death.

But it seems that Pei Yan really just wanted to play games, and after passing the level, he withdrew and left.

After her back felt cold for a while, Zheng Lan regained her composure.

Unexpectedly, what Pei Yan said about cooking was real cooking. When Zheng Lan walked into the kitchen, the ginger, onion and garlic had all been chopped, and Pei Yan was cleaning the ingredients fluently.

When the smell of fireworks rises, everything looks like it.

After going abroad, Zheng Lan has seldom been exposed to such scenes full of Chinese family taste.

"You can do it?" Zheng Lan walked up and asked in surprise.

With Pei Yan's background, it is a rare thing to be able to cook.

"I've been abroad for a long time, and the food here is terrible, so I learned it myself." Pei Yan wrapped his arms around him and took a cucumber.

"Do you need my help?" Zheng Lan asked while clasping his sleeves, Pei Yan cut vegetables with his back facing him, the knife moved quickly, and the sound of cutting vegetables was rhythmic.

"No need," Pei Yan turned his head to talk to him, "you go outside to play."

Zheng Lan stood for a while, and found that Pei Yan was really skilled, and he really didn't need him, so she said okay and left.

Not knowing what to play, Zheng Lan sat down again in a strange way, and played the previous level again.

He thought about how Pei Yan played with his hand, when it was time to push up and when not to move, and this time he passed it in one go.

The feeling left by Pei Yan in his hand is still there, and it is very strong.

Zheng Lan suddenly felt a little overwhelmed, in that state where there was obviously no problem to be solved immediately, but her mind was in a state of confusion, and she always felt that there was something to be done, but she couldn't move.

It wasn't until Pei Yan came out to ask him to eat that Zheng Lan quit the game and stood up.

The dishes Pei Yan cooks are very fragrant, and the color is also very good. Unfortunately, Zheng Lan is not very good at complimenting others, and her tone is very calm when she says the food is delicious, as if she is lying to him.

So Pei Yan only gave a faint "hmm" and put the scooped soup by Zheng Lan's hand.

"It's really delicious." Zheng Lan looked at him and said.

"I know," Pei Yan teased him, "I made it myself and ate it, so I don't know?"

"Okay..." Zheng Lan ignored him, burying her head down and drinking the soup.

It was just vegetable soup, but Zheng Lan thought it was very fresh.

Pei Yan put both hands on the table, leaned slightly towards him, and asked, "Is it good?"

Zheng Lan raised her head and pursed her lips, "Don't you know that you made it yourself and drank it yourself?"

Pei Yan laughed, and Zheng Lan looked away embarrassedly.

How to compete with children.

"Is that pile of things really going to be sold?" Pei Yan looked at him eating, lowered his eyelashes and asked.

"Well," Zheng Lan responded in a low voice, "If you don't sell it, why keep it?"

"What are you going to do with the money?" Pei Yan asked.

"Give it to him if he wants it, so I don't owe him anything." Zheng Lan said.

Pei Yan looked up into his eyes and said, "You don't owe him anything."

"Not counting?" Zheng Lan thought for a while, stirring the soup gently with her chopsticks, "The promise was hasty and not responsible enough, so I owe him that."

But Pei Yan didn't take it seriously, "A matter between two people cannot be decided by one person."

This argument is also reasonable, Zheng Lan did not refute it, but did not mention it in this direction anymore.

"There's no need to get entangled with him. Anyway, he spent the money when I bought things. Now I pay him back. I didn't lose too much."

"I agree with the first sentence, let's forget about it." The spoon knocked on the rim of the bowl, Pei Yan said: "There were too many people that day, so I didn't go on to ask, why are you with Ruan Chixuan?"

Zheng Lan snapped her fingers.

"You said that you are willing to gamble and admit defeat. Your answer is too perfunctory, and the person who asked the question is not satisfied."

"Then... alright." Zheng Lan put the bowl down and looked at Pei Yan with a smile, but Pei Yan felt that he was a little uncomfortable.

"My parents can't accept that I like boys," Zheng Lan subconsciously bit her lips when she was nervous, "I had a hard time with them at the time, but Ruan Chixuan was very kind to me, he said he didn't want to be forced to go on a blind date, If you want to chase me, I just... I misunderstood, I thought I also liked him and wanted to rely on him. "

"I came out of the closet very suddenly. My mother found a love letter written by a junior at home. There were some obvious words in it. She asked me if there was a boy who liked me, and she wanted to fight with his parents. I just said it."

Zheng Lan pushed open the door of her room that day, and saw Song Meiqing holding a piece of letter paper in her hand, and that piece of paper was familiar to him, he had only read it the night before, and it came from a student's confession.

At that time, Zheng Lan's mind was very empty, and she walked in unconsciously, as if she had fallen from a very high cliff, and her skin was scratched by her mother's eyes.

"Is there a boy who likes you?" Song Meiqing shook the letter paper in her hand and looked sharply at Zheng Lan.

"You listen to me explain..."

"I don't need your explanation! Just say something to me," Song Meiqing forcefully pressed the paper on Zheng Lan's chest, "You are not gay, just say this!"

"Mother……"

"Don't call me mom!" Song Meiqing slapped Zheng Lan on the cheek, "I'm going to school to find your counselor, but I want to see who's child wants to spoil you!"

Zheng Lan was pushed away, her back bent like a dead tree, "I just like boys."