The omega in the whole school is not as good as me

The three of them sat under the shady shed, looking towards their father in the distance.

After glaring at Zhao Qiyou just now, Duan Jiaran never gave Zhao Qiyou his eyes again.

Zhao Qiyou was not affected either, and whispered into Duan Jiaran's ear, "Are you so unhappy seeing me?"

Duan Jiaran rolled his eyes and sat a little further away.

"It's good that you know it, just say what you say, don't post it."

The other party was silent for a while, Duan Jiaran thought if it was a little hurtful, turned his head to look, and happened to meet Zhao Qiyou's gaze.

His eyes were wide open, love was written in his eyes, but he didn't see a trace of injury, instead, he turned into a sly smile when Duan Jiaran turned to look at him.

What!Got tricked again!

Duan Jiaran came to his senses, and immediately left his back to Zhao Qiyou.

After turning around, he felt that he was cheating, so he pretended to be calm and moved his buttocks to sit upright.

The atmosphere around him was not yet mature, and there was not enough time to fan the flames. Duan Jiasong sipped the cold drink brought by the staff, and was as quiet as a chicken.

Duan Jiaran watched his father's game not know how long it would be over, and was anxious inside, so the person next to him was still pretending to be stupid and asked, "Why?"

"Ha ha."

Duan Jiaran sneered in his heart, but the other party just tilted his head, as if he really didn't understand.

Little thing, you have to go out and expose your human skin in person to feel at ease, right?

"Don't think I don't know what you're planning. Jin Jie's bastard has been exposed long ago. I didn't expect you to even know my dad's itinerary."

The most frightening thing is that Zhao Qiyou actually knew that he would come over today!Duan Jiasong who obviously only agreed to it yesterday afternoon!

Hearing this, Zhao Qiyou's expression froze for a moment, and he was caught by Duan Jiaran who had been observing his emotions, so he really hit the mark!

Duan Jiaran was complacent and sneered on his face.

Although Duan Jiasong, who was watching the play, didn't know what happened between the two, he liked it very much and even wanted to stir up trouble.

Zhao Qiyou opened his mouth, and before he could speak, Duan Jiasong stepped forward and interrupted: "Don't explain, my brother knows everything, I didn't expect you to do such a thing!"

Duan Jiasong didn't know what was going on, but this universal sentence pattern was really effective, and he obviously felt that his brother was even more dissatisfied with Zhao Qiyou.

Zhao Qiyou pursed his thin lips, and his jaw line was tense. After a while, he pressed against his upper jaw and gave a wry smile.

"Okay, I won't talk."

Duan Jiasong, who was lying on Duan Jiaran's shoulder, hurriedly hid behind his brother's thick back. Was the guy on the other side threatening him?That look!

Sure enough, Zhao Qiyou's smile just now was an illusion, Duan Jiaran's limited edition.

Maybe this dialogue played a role, Zhao Qiyou never took the initiative to talk to Duan Jiaran again.

"Jiaran Jiasong, are you here to play?"

This kind of activity cannot avoid the link of showing off his son, so Duan Yunying used the internal phone beside him to call the landline next to Duan Jiaran to ask the two of them for their opinions.

Duan Jiaran had learned it before, so he didn't have any troubles, so he quickly agreed.

Zhao Qiyou was naturally called by Zhao Xisong.

When I walked over there, I found that there were a few young people who hadn't seen it just now, and they were all the children of entrepreneurs who gathered together today.

After a few old foxes boasted to other people's children, they let the children go to the lawn to swing two poles.

Duan Jiaran flexed his wrist, and was lucky. He hit an "eagle" on the par-three hole. It didn't appear on the surface, but he was still a little proud of himself.

He habitually turned his head to look at Zhao Qiyou, who was following Zhao Xisong, but found that the other party did not look over, and the excitement in his heart suddenly faded by most.

Zhao Qiyou, who is sensitive to eyesight, didn't notice it all the time today, but the Alpha father beside him who felt extremely oppressive felt the abnormality.

The next moment he met those eyes that were very similar to Zhao Qiyou, Duan Jiaran quickly looked away, praying that Uncle Zhao would not find anything.

As if God's begging for mercy was answered, Zhao Xisong did not seem to notice that something was wrong with his son and his friend, but he still came forward to praise him.

Duan Jiaran nodded blankly to accept the compliment the whole time, and his eyes didn't gather together.

Time was limited, and no one planned to let the children finish playing 18 holes. After a few polite chats, the adults left with the children.

What aspects of Duan Yunying's recent business are involved Duan Jiaran is not clear, but it seems to be closely related to the Zhao family's business. The two of them arrived at the parking lot and waited for a long time before getting into the car.

When Duan's father opened the car door, Duan Jiaran withdrew his eyes from the window glass looking out.

People's hearts are really strange, Duan Jiaran felt that he obviously couldn't accept the fact that his friends liked him, and he also knew that as long as he cut it clean, he could solve these troubles.

But when he thinks that he and Zhao Qiyou are no longer in contact, he will not be happier.

Thinking of the past half a year, Duan Jiaran once felt that he would never find a friend who fits his soul better than Zhao Qiyou. In fact, he couldn't bear to make a clean break.

It was he who said the cruel words, and it was he who was full of reluctance now.

Not to mention what would happen if Zhao Qiyou found out, Duan Jiaran felt sick just thinking about it.

Maybe Zhao Qiyou would have no feeling for him or even loathe him if he knew his behavior of acting up and down.

Duan Jiaran thought to himself, feeling very exhausted, he just leaned back in the chair and fell asleep.

After saying goodbye to Duan Yunying, Zhao Xisong stood still and watched the black car go away.

Zhao Qiyou frowned when he saw it, got out of the car and reminded his father.

"Father, it's time to go."

It's not that he was in a hurry to leave, but Zhao Xisong kept looking at the direction that the SUV was leaving, even though it had long since disappeared, the look in his eyes made Zhao Qiyou very uneasy.

The man called father didn't turn his gaze, but he was talking to his son: "That's your good friend, right?"

Zhao Qiyou's unrelenting brows frowned even tighter. He felt that Zhao Xisong emphasized the word "good friend", and he understood that his father had indeed discovered something.

"Ah."

Zhao Qiyou tried his best to behave calmly, not wanting to arouse Zhao Xisong's suspicion.

"You are old too, and you should know what not to do." Zhao Xisong didn't continue the topic just now, but this time he turned his head and looked at his son, and continued: "Okay, I've played so much God, this summer vacation will be the same as usual."

This is Zhao Xisong's habit of talking with people, and his tone is always gentle, but when it is applied to his son, the potential sense of oppression is much more obvious.

It seems to be an inquiry, but after being stated plainly, it cannot be discussed.

Zhao Xisong always likes to hold everything in his own hands, even if he is not sure yet, but he wants to ensure that his son's fancy intestines will rot in his stomach from the very beginning.

After realizing who wrote it, Zhao Qiyou's good mood to see Duan Jiaran disappeared completely today.

Zhao Qiyou clenched his fists, looked away, gritted his teeth and said: "Okay."

Zhao Qiyou was afraid that the trembling in his eyes and tone would reveal his hatred at the moment.

"Brother, wake up."

Duan Jiaran, who was woken up by the call, rubbed his eyes, seeing that the sky that was still bright before his closed eyes became dark at this moment, he didn't know what year it was.

Duan Yunying: "I'll go to bed early when I'm sleepy, and go to the house for dinner."

Duan Yunying, who was outside the car, looked at the eldest son with hatred, but held back his sarcasm, and said in a nice voice.

But he didn't want to turn around and run into Su Qi, the person who witnessed him setting the flag of "I will never let that brat Duan Jiaran go" countless times laughed out of face this time.

Duan Yunying suddenly blushed like this.

"What are you laughing at, come into the house!"

Duan Jiasong pulled his bleary-eyed brother and snickered in his ear: "Look at Dad and the two of them!"

Duan Jiaran, who had calmed down a little, heard the sound and looked over. Under the dim streetlights, two adults were playing childishly. When they opened the door, they tried to hold back their smiles and pretended to be adults again, but they succeeded by looking at each other.

so good!

Duan Jiaran suddenly had this idea, he didn't know if he was talking about the good family atmosphere, or the love of his parents.

"Let's go, bro."

Duan Jiasong teased Shahuangshen's brother, Duan Jiaran regained consciousness a little, nodded and walked into the gate where no one was standing there.

The TV sang "A round of bright moon shines in front of the window, and the heart of a worried person is like an arrow piercing". Although the nature is different, Duan Jiaran's heart at this moment also seems to be pierced by a thousand arrows, very uncomfortable.

Just when Duan Jiaran let out a third sigh, Grandpa Duan turned off the drama on the TV.

"What's the matter, what's the matter, like a little old man, I don't sigh as much as you do."

Duan Jiaran held back the fourth sigh that had not yet been let out, in disbelief: "Grandpa, you are really old and strong, even such a loud voice can't escape your ears."

"If you still have the mind to make a joke, it seems to be okay. Stop moaning, and accompany me to water the flowers with the old man."

Grandpa Duan is someone who has been there, and he has long noticed that the eldest grandson's mood is very wrong these days.

Duan Jiaran didn't want to talk too much, so he didn't bother to refuse. He followed his grandfather to the small garden, but he didn't expect that the old man just treated him as free labor, and didn't do it himself, standing aside as a commander.

Duan Jiaran, who really didn't want to speak up, was forced to complain: "Grandpa, you planted these, just look at them?"

When the garden was redesigned, in order to make the old man happy, all the places planned as planting areas were planted with his favorite plants, and there were even two pepper trees in the garden.

In fact, Grandpa Duan was a habitual offender. At that time, he promised everyone to plant and take care of the garden. Within two days, he turned around and took Grandma Duan abroad for training. Duan Yunying had to hire someone to maintain the garden regularly.

"You are old, and you are not as energetic as young people."

Old man Duan opened his eyes and said nonsense, which is pure fart. He didn't catch his breath after dancing with Grandma Duan two days ago.

While pruning the branches, Duan Jiaran said, "I really don't understand why you, an Alpha, like to take care of these flowers and plants. You like to play, but you don't like to take care of them, and you are afraid of shame."

Every time someone asks about it, they say it was grown by grandma, an old Alpha who wants to save face.

"You stinky boy..."

Grandpa Duan was so angry that his beard stood on end, he erected his cane to scare his grandson, and then he pretended to be angry and ran away confidently to be lazy.

The street lamp outside the iron gate was made not to disturb the people but bright enough for illumination. The old man was watching the tiny vines wrapping around the gate when he caught a glimpse of a swaying figure on the ground from the corner of his eye.

"You are……?"

After a while.

"Duan Jiaran, someone is looking for you!"

Duan Jiaran, who was hard at watering, heard the sound of anger from his grandfather, and was so frightened that the pot in his hand almost dropped. Is this still called old?

Duan Jiaran quickly put the tools away, cleaned the leaves stuck to his clothes, and wondered who would come to him at this point.

With the help of the dim light, Duan Jiaran saw that face from afar, hesitated for a moment, then walked forward.

"Aran."

He heard Zhao Qiyou yelled softly, and curled his lips awkwardly.

Grandpa Duan didn't disturb the young man's conversation and disappeared.

Seeing grandpa walking away, Duan Jiaran asked softly, "Why are you here?"

Hmph, didn't you ignore people in the afternoon?

Zhao Qiyou: "I'm here to give you something."

"what?"

Just after Duan Jiaran finished asking, the other party handed over a small cobalt blue velvet box. His breathing was stagnant, and he took it after hesitation, his fingers trembling slightly.

Duan Jiaran tentatively asked: "What is this?"

Zhao Qiyou: "Open it and have a look."

The other party refused to disclose, so Duan Jiaran had no choice but to lift the small lid, and he was relieved when he saw the object inside. It was a small cuff button, and he thought it was something.

"Why did you give me this? Wait, this pearl..."

The pearl has been polished and its shape has changed, but Duan Jiaran somehow knows that this is the one the two of them saw that night. The pearl with a smaller diameter is embedded in the middle of a small square sapphire of excellent color. The buckle looks elegant and luxurious.

Zhao Qiyou kept staring at the thing in his hand, and smiled when he heard his question, and explained: "It's the one that uncle peddled, but unfortunately there is only one, I can only think of the cuff at the moment."

Looking at Duan Jiaran while speaking, his tone became strange: "I learned to do this myself."

Obviously his expression was normal, coupled with such a tone, Duan Jiaran felt that he was asking for credit, his eyes were full of anticipation.

"Thank you... but you will not be rewarded for your merits, so you can take it back."

Duan Jiaran still straightened his attitude and politely refused.

What a prodigal son, he thought that someone who was taken advantage of would buy it, but it turned out that the clown was by his side.

Zhao Qiyou watched the thing being stuffed back into his hand, shook his head quickly, and denied it: "I gave it to you, there is no other meaning. I just want you to remember this summer."

Remember me this summer.

Although he had dark thoughts, if he really failed, he didn't really plan to force it on Duan Jiaran, he only hoped that he could have a figure in Duan Jiaran's memory.

Hearing this, Duan Jiaran's lips trembled slightly, what's going on with this guy, it's like saying goodbye.

He took a deep breath and said seriously: "To be honest, we are annoyed every day like this, don't tell me..."

Anticipating what he might say, Zhao Qiyou's eyes darkened.

The phone's own ringtone suddenly rang, interrupting Duan Jiaran's words, Zhao Qiyou took out the phone and looked at it, his brows suddenly frowned.

Duan Jiaran was about to ask him what happened when the small box was stuffed into his hand again, and the voice above his head was a little hoarse.

"Don't turn me down, please."

There was a momentary touch in his heart, but before he could react, Zhao Qiyou suddenly ran away.

When it was so dark outside that there was only street lamps and the light of the moon, and there was a summer shower in the sky, Duan Jiaran sat in front of the window and looked carefully at the cufflinks on his fingertips by the moonlight.

Duan Jiaran wanted to ask Zhao Qiyou if there was no possibility for the two of them to go back to the past at all?Is it possible for them to be strangers other than lovers?

It's a pity that fate was too bloody, and his words were interrupted again, and it might be exactly the opposite meaning that was conveyed to the other party's ears.

Duan Jiaran wondered if it was because of that sentence, Zhao Qiyou asked him to remember Xia Tian, ​​but he never appeared in Xia Tian again.

The author has something to say:

Ran Bao, don't blame fate for being too bloody, blame Mommy for being too procrastinating (burst crying)