Cat boyfriend is flirtatious and cowardly

Gu Ran threw his schoolbag on the table, threw himself into the soft bed, and let out a long sigh of relief.

The mobile phone rang, and the room returned to silence. Gu Ran stretched out his hand to touch his trouser pocket. In winter, the outer casing of the mobile phone was icy and cold.

He held the lower half, swiped open the phone, opened the message, and Gu Zhouyi transferred the money to him on time.

Gu Ran didn't even look at it, quit the text message, and lay on the bed with his mobile phone in a daze.

After a while, he got up and walked out of the bedroom, and stepped into the kitchen.

It's still early now, and it's not time to eat. After cooking porridge with a rice cooker, he wiped his fingers with a clean rag, and went back to the living room to turn on the LCD TV.

A boring news broadcast was playing on the screen, Gu Ran half-bent and reached for the remote control on the round low table, leaned back on the beanbag sofa, and casually adjusted the TV channel.

Not knowing what to watch, he randomly chose a movie channel to pass the time.

The movie channel was broadcasting the dead body of an old man in the mountain village. A man jumped down from upstairs. Gu Ran frowned slightly, but didn't? He immediately changed the channel.

Faced with a blank expression, after seeing the dead body of the old man in the mountain village, he got up and went to the kitchen to see how the porridge was cooking.

After dinner, Gu Ran cleaned the dishes and walked back to the bedroom.

He picked up the "school bag" on the table and put it away, but his eyes stayed on the square box, which was his "secret" for storing Jiang Zhihe.

Open the top layer of cover, the coral bracelet has been sent out, and the rest is lying quietly inside.

Gu Ran pinched a button, and the obsession in his eyes couldn't help showing.

On the day of the senior year report, he had a big quarrel with his stepmother and Gu Zhouyi, so he ran to the school full of anger. According to the class schedule, he went straight to (Grade 1 Class [-]), and bumped into him when he turned the corner. Coming out of the classroom? Jiang Zhihe.

It was the first time he saw Jiang Zhihe, but he felt familiar.

Jiang Zhihe was wearing a white shirt with the hem tucked into his jeans. His black hair covered his brows, and his eyes were calm.

Gu Ran felt that something fell in front of him, Jiang Zhihe pushed him away first, gave him a cold look, then turned and went downstairs.

Gu Ran was stunned for a moment, then came back to his senses, turned his head to look at the back of the boy going downstairs, he felt more and more familiar.

Jiang Zhihe's figure disappeared in the stairwell. He turned his head in silence for a few seconds, and when he raised his foot and walked towards the corner, a small object pressed the sole of his foot.

Gu Ran pushed back a step and looked down at the ground. It was the thing that fell just now, a small milky white button.

He flicked it with his toes, and the button moved sideways with his movement.

By some coincidence, Gu Ran bent down and picked up the inconspicuous button, and put it in his pocket, Jiang Zhihe inexplicably settled in his heart.

But Gu Ran was sure that this was not the first time he had seen Jiang Zhihe.

The warm yellow light reflected a faint light through the milky white buttons. Gu Ran recalled and put the buttons back into the iron box.

Inside the edge of the box, there was a seven-inch ID photo attached, and Gu Ran stretched out his index finger to touch the eyes with distant eyebrows on the photo.

Was it freshman? Jiang Zhihe.

If someone sees the things in his box, he must think he is sick, because he has collected too much information about Jiang Zhihe.

Gu Ran also felt like a sick person, like an idiot.

Close the box and put it away in the drawer.

Gu Ranli sat on a chair and stared at the window.

Maybe he is sick? He likes to be in a daze, like to wander, like... him.

The school outside the window was pitch black, and the small stalls and shops outside the school were brightly lit. From a distance, people could only be seen vaguely, but they were not so real.

He took the digital tablet next to him, thought for a moment, and wrote the first stroke on it.

From the ends of the hair, to the drooping eyelashes, the bridge of the nose and lips, Gu Ran didn't? Pause, Jiang Zhihe's soft expression today was outlined in his mind, and he was only about to put pen to paper.

The blank sketch paper was slowly filled, the refreshing black hair scattered between the eyebrows, the deep eyes changed from the usual cold and softened, the lips were slightly parted, and the expression gradually became vivid , should be in electronic space.

When coloring the line draft, Gu Ran hesitated for a moment, and chose the low-saturation? card color. In his mind, no matter how Jiang Zhihe changed it, he was only suitable for indigo and low-purity? between.

Jiang Zhihe in the painting has a clear expression of indifference, but when he is talking about what topic, he turns his indifference towards the corner of the library, and the monotonous backs of his classmates fill the whole painting. A gentle sense of dissonance.

Gu Ran stared blankly at the "boy" in the painting, at least at this moment Jiang Zhihe belonged to him.

He connected to the computer, synchronized the photo to the computer, clicked to open the album and set a password.

Since it is a secret, it will remain a secret for life.

Jiang Zhihe was sitting on the sofa, half bent, with his hands crossed on his knees, and his eyes were calmly staring at the mural on the opposite wall.

The "Slave and the Master" on the wall was replaced and became "Puppet World".

The puppet in the picture is half lying on the ground, with a long iron chain tied to its neck, its eyes are empty, its limbs are broken, and there is no good meat on its body.

At the end of the iron chain is a man dressed in black. The man is facing the puppet sideways, looking into the distance. The puppet behind him follows him like a dog, no, like a beast.

This is what Guan Jinjin gave to Jiang Xianghuai, telling him how to train a good dog.

Heh, Jiang Zhihe sneered in his heart, he really regarded himself as a god.

Guan? Shuang Yiran forgot why he returned to China in the first place, leaned on the sofa and acted like a baby to Zhou Shui.

Jiang Xianghuai smiled lightly, listening to the two women talking quietly.

Jiang Zhihe's eyes remained unchanged, and he watched the murals intently.

"Tomorrow, you will go home with Xiao Shuang." Jiang Xianghuai said.

Jiang Zhihe was silent and didn't respond to his words.

Guan? From the corner of his eye, he glanced at Jiang Zhihe, then smiled and chatted with Zhou Shui.

Jiang Xianghuai straightened his waist slightly, his eyelids drooped, and after a moment, he chuckled: "Xiao He, you are playing with fire."

Finally, Jiang Zhihe withdrew his gaze and said flatly, "No."

The air was suddenly quiet, who were talking just now? The two women fell silent for a moment. Jiang Xianghuai first raised his head, and then glanced at the mural on the opposite side.

He grabbed the ashtray on the coffee table and smashed it hard, and then plunged into Jiang Zhihe's knee, only one centimeter away from his hands on it.

As if Jiang Zhihe didn't feel the pain, he let go of his clasped hands and fingers, slowly placed Jiang Xianghuai's grip on the ashtray, and pushed half of the shattered glass into his knee and pressed it. Blood soaked down the thin? Cloth.

Guan Yushuang was stunned by the scene in front of him. He never imagined that Jiang Xianghuai would make trouble at will.

Zhou Shui remained expressionless, indifferent to what happened just now.

Jiang Zhihe looked down at Yanhong's blood, wet and dirty.

He raised his head again, approached Jiang Xianghuai and whispered, "Yes? Disable me if you can."

Jiang Xianghuai squinted at him and sneered, "If you don't go, you won't go. What's wrong?"

Jiang Zhihe didn't answer, and he didn't care about his injured leg.

Guan? Double quilt? Jhin called back. Before leaving, she glanced at Jiang Zhihe, said nothing, and went home alone with her bag.

There were only three members of their family left in the living room. Zhou Shui got up and went to Jiang Zhihe's side, and said softly, "I didn't ask you to do anything, but to accompany Guan? Double home, to please? Shut off? Jhin."

Jiang Xianghuai threw the half-broken ashtray aside, and the blood on it was thrown to the ground by gravity.

Jiang Zhihe gently pushed Zhou Shui away, got up from the sofa and went upstairs. His pace was very steady, and his knee was not injured.

Regarding the situation at Jiang Zhihe's house, Gu Ran's side seemed quiet and warm.

Living alone? The house was very quiet. Gu Ran lay on the bed and checked the chat records in the WeChat class group.

He will never understand why his classmates have? There are so many topics to talk about, isn't it enough to talk about in school?

I don't know who started it, saying that I hope everyone will take the midterm exam seriously next week, and don't lower the class score and make everyone go to study at night.

The students all supported the one who took the lead in speaking? Classmates, everyone started discussing in the group.

Gu Ran randomly swiped a few posts, quit the class group, bit his index finger with his mouth, and clicked on Jiang Zhihe WeChat.

Tsk, Gu Ran is depressed, but also habitual? Turn on the black profile picture.

He clicked repeatedly? How about Kai Jiang Zhihe's profile picture? Several times but he didn't know what to send him.

Ow, sleep!

Finally, he threw the phone beside the pillow, rolled over and fell asleep.

Gu Ran slept soundly, and the phone beside the pillow vibrated.

Because he had set it two days ago? Wechat messages can be displayed, a square black profile picture on the screen, with a red dot? 1, and two words written below it.

"Good night."

In the dim room, there was a very slight sound of conversation outside, and the phone's alarm rang at the right time. Gu Ran stretched out half of his arm to reach the phone from the warm bed, and crossed off the alarm with his index finger. , Continue to relax.

This is his daily operation, the lazy bed is afraid of the cold.

Gu Ran went upstairs with two meat buns and soy milk, and the students went up and down the stairwell.

Every time he came to the classroom, it was almost class time, he put breakfast on Jiang Zhihe's table, and went back to his seat without saying a word.

Jiang Zhihe sensed Gu Ran's indifference, he looked at the breakfast on the table, and remained silent.

The mobile phone page in the hand still stays on the 30th of the calendar, Jiang Zhihe puts the breakfast back in the table hole, and presses to turn off the screen.

Gu Ran was sitting on the chair and eating meat buns in a gentle manner, while Ji Lin stuffed his schoolbag into the table and looked at him: "Where's mine?"

Gu Ran swallowed a small mouthful of meat buns, and said lightly, "No."

"Aren't there usually? Are there?"

"I don't have enough money to buy."

Ji Lin was at a loss for words at first, and then continued to ask him: "You have no money? Did your father send you any money?"

"No, don't you have a manuscript fee?"

After eating the meat buns, Gu Ran felt a little greasy in his stomach, so he dipped a straw into the soy milk and drank it in small sips.

After the greasy taste in his stomach subsided, he slowly returned to Ji Lin: "I have to save money to go to college."

Ji Lin didn't understand what was going on in his mind. He thought that Gu Zhouyi was squeezing his money again, and said bitterly: "Your father is really good. They are both sons. Why is one a treasure and the other a grass."

Gu Ran didn't bother to explain, but Ji Lin was indeed right.

In his previous life, Gu Zhouyi wanted to use it? He exchanged the life of his cheap brother.

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