you better be

Pei Huan is half a head taller than Yan Zimi.

It happened to be this half of the head, and when Yan Zimi stood up, his chin rested on Pei Huan's neck.

Yan Zimi came back to the earth, only to remember that Pei Huan asked him just now: "Is it warm?"

Yan Zimi lightly touched the hem corner of Pei Huan's white sweater: "It's warm."

And it's not just the body that's warm.

Pei Huan laughed, and the laughter reached Yan Zimi's ears through the air, while vibrating around Pei Huan's neck, tapping Yan Zimi's skin lightly.

Pei Huan patted Yan Zimi's head and held his shoulder as if he wanted to separate, but Yan Zimi didn't want to.

He gritted his teeth, changed the direction of his hand grabbing the corner of Pei Huan's clothes, and grabbed the piece at the back of his clothes.

He seemed to be hugging Pei Huan.

Pei Huan laughed again, with a deep voice, and lowered his head: "So warm?"

Yan Zimi lowered his head a little and said in a low voice, "I'm cold."

God is so sensible, just after Yan Zimi finished speaking, a gust of wind blew over.

Yan Zimi was desperately addicted to this kind of warmth, he had already told himself that it was almost enough, enough was enough, but he couldn't move his hand away.

I can't move my head either.

But it was obviously not right to go on like this, so Yan Zimi let go of Pei Huan at a time when he could go up and down, and gave a far-fetched explanation for the atmosphere: "There is no wind."

Pei Huan didn't have any doubts at all, and he was trying to take off his coat: "You put it on first."

Yan Zimi hurriedly stopped him: "No, you can wear it, it's not cold anymore."

Pei Huan turned to look at Yan Zimi.

Yan Zimi said seriously: "Really."

This hug seems very long, but in fact it was only stretched in Yan Zimi's heart, maybe it happened less than half a minute at the right time.

After walking side by side again, Yan Zimi put his hands in his pockets unnaturally, secretly happy in his heart.

The wind in winter is not so whizzing.

But not long after, Yan Zimi gasped.

Pei Huan heard it and asked, "What's wrong?"

Yan Zimi pointed at Pei Huan's neck: "I seem to smell it just now," he said, looking into Pei Huan's eyes, not sure: "What kind of body wash do you use?"

Pei Huan smiled: "The nose is so good."

Yan Zimi was stunned for a moment.

Pei Huan explained: "I went to your place to take a shower that day, and I thought it smelled good. I happened to run out of mine, so I bought the same set."

Yan Zimi slowly withdrew his hand: "You bought the same shower gel as me?"

Pei Huan: "And shampoo."

Somewhere in Yan Zimi's heart was suddenly knocked.

"Oh."

Accidentally or something, really...

Why is Pei Huan like this?

After a few seconds, Yan Zimi added unwillingly: "You just like to use the same things as me."

Pei Huan was straightforward: "Yes."

Yan Zimi couldn't help raising his chin: "Just learn from me."

Pei Huan smiled lowly, and suddenly stretched out his hand to grab Yan Zimi's waist and pulled him over: "You seem very unconvinced?"

Yan Zimi said in a particularly high voice: "Do I have it?"

Pei Huan pinched Yan Zimi's face unceremoniously: "You are so proud recently, who gave you this habit?"

The corner of Yan Zimi's mouth curled up: "Senior is used to it."

Pei Huan asked, "Which senior?"

Yan Zimi's eyes bent down: "Brother is used to it."

Very good, this sentence successfully deformed Yan Zimi's face.

If he is so arrogant, he won't be bullied.

Yan Zimi usually takes this road alone, and it is always too long, so long that sometimes he is too lazy to even take the 3-minute school bus.

The first time I felt that the road was short was when Pei Huan called him last time.

The second time is now.

"Where is that dark shortcut?" Pei Huan suddenly asked halfway through.

Yan Zimi stopped and pointed backwards: "That."

Just passing by, Pei Huan looked back and grabbed Yan Zimi: "Let's go?"

Yan Zimi paused, then shook his head three times in a small way: "No."

Pei Huan smiled: "Why?"

Yan Zimi repeated: "It's very dark, there's no light, so I can't see clearly."

Pei Huan became even more interested when he heard it, and pulled Yan Zimi's sweater even tighter: "Turn on the flashlight," he added, "I didn't walk by."

The persuasive words were very unconvincing, but Yan Zimi thought about it seriously: "Okay."

compromised.

Fresh-blooded boys always yearn for unknown things so enthusiastically, just as Yan Zimi agreed, the person next to him turned his head and passed by.

Yan Zimi had no choice but to follow with strides.

Not to mention the night, Yan Zimi seldom walks this road during the day when it is not necessary. There is no proper road on the ground, it is all stepped on by people, there are many trees and grass, and it is very gloomy.

Seeing that Pei Huan was about to rush into the grove, Yan Zimi hurriedly said, "Wait for me."

Pei Huan took a step back and went to Yan Zimi's side. He asked, "Are you afraid of the dark?"

Yan Zimi said, "It's too dark, I can't see anything."

Pei Huan said: "If you are afraid of the dark, say you are afraid of the dark."

Yan Zimi could only say, "Scared."

Pei Huan smiled, and turned on the phone's flashlight a little brighter.

Yan Zimi really wanted to say, this is so dark, it cannot be solved by a flashlight at all.

But he still didn't say anything, and followed Pei Huan to turn on his own flashlight.

After a few steps, a gust of wind blew over.

At this moment, God is not so sensible. The wind does not know where it is blowing, and it makes the surrounding noises, like a child crying.

Yan Zimi calmly took a step towards Pei Huan, and grabbed the coat that Pei Huan just put on.

The wind was strong and strong, crying continuously, Yan Zimi took a deep breath, thinking that fortunately the grove is not long, and it will end in about 2 minutes.

But before Yan Zimi breathed out, Pei Huan suddenly said, "Are you afraid?"

Pei Huan's question was very low, especially like the tone of "Did you hear anything" that is often heard in ghost movies.

Yan Zimi let out the breath that he didn't exhale just now.

He said, "Nothing."

Yan Zimi's voice was trembling without exaggeration.

Pei Huan smiled.

The guy actually laughed.

"So scared, Yan Zimi." Pei Huan said.

Yan Zimi wanted to go back bravely, but unexpectedly there was a strange voice not far ahead.

Yan Zimi couldn't pretend anymore, and immediately stuck to Pei Huan: "What is it?"

Pei Huan also heard the sound, and the flashlight was thrown away.

then……

Uh……

Pei Huan put the flashlight back again, and said with a smile on his face, "Sorry, I'm passing by, you guys continue."

After speaking, he grabbed Yan Zimi's shoulders and left quickly.

After this paragraph, the two were quiet for a long time, until they were sure that the two could no longer hear, Pei Huan finally couldn't hold back his laughter.

Pei Huan let go of Yan Zimi: "So this place still has this function."

Yan Zimi was no longer afraid. Although the flashlight was only on for a moment, he saw it.

"Not during the day," Yan Zimi added after thinking about it: "At least I didn't have it when I left."

Pei Huan smiled again: "You seem to be covering up something?"

Yan Zimi: "...No."

"Yan Zimi," Pei Huan called out his name suddenly, and asked, "Have you ever been in a relationship?"

Yan Zimi: "No."

Pei Huan smiled for some reason: "Really not?"

Yan Zimi: "Do I look like I've been in a relationship?"

Pei Huan said, "Not really."

If you say no, then you don’t say anything.

Now that the topic has come to this, Yan Zimi of course also asked by the way: "What about you? Have you talked about it?"

Yan Zimi thought this was a very common problem. Pei Huan could say he had it, or he could say he didn't.

But why, Yan Zimi suddenly became very nervous.

Soon, Pei Huan said, "No."

The breath in Yan Zimi's heart almost vomited so much that no one noticed.

Yan Zimi was a little impulsive, and wanted to continue asking Pei Huan if he wanted to fall in love?

This is also a normal answer for Pei Huan to say "I want" and "I don't want to".

But Yan Zimi felt that Pei Huan's "don't want" was a bit unrealistic, and he didn't want Pei Huan to say "yes".

He hesitated and didn't ask.

Unexpectedly, Pei Huan asked.

"Do you want to fall in love?"

Yan Zimi was stunned for a long time.

Pei Huan smiled: "Is this question so difficult?"

Yan Zimi shook his head: "No."

Pei Huan: "That's why you don't want to?"

Yan Zimi whispered: "No."

Pei Huan smiled: "That's what I thought."

Yan Zimi didn't answer.

Pei Huan asked again: "Didn't you like it?"

Yan Zimi hesitated again.

Pei Huan: "No?"

No matter how precise the question is, it's impossible to fool around with ambiguity.

Seeing that Yan Zimi didn't answer right away, Pei Huan turned his head, followed by the flashlight and shook Yan Zimi's clothes.

Yan Zimi's heart was beating heavily, and he was ready for Pei Huan to continue asking, but Pei Huan said, "It seems to be here."

He looked ahead and asked, "Is this your community?"

This question is very easy to answer, Yan Zimi nodded: "Yeah."

Pei Huan said, "It's pretty fast."

I should thank Pei Huan for not being such a gossip, otherwise Yan Zimi might have died suddenly in this small forest.

These topics, which were enough to make others boo, ended in such a vague way.

After chatting, the surroundings are not so scary, and with the encounter just now, Yan Zimi's fear disappeared immediately.

After coming out of the small forest, Yan Zimi turned off the flashlight, but he found that Pei Huan's flashlight was still on.

Yan Zimi reminded: "Mobile phone."

Pei Huan didn't understand: "What?"

Yan Zimi pointed to the powerful light source in Pei Huan's hand: "Flashlight."

Pei Huan looked down before turning off the flashlight.

If you go out here, you can see the side door of Yan Zimi's community, and after entering the side door, you can reach Yan Zimi's downstairs within a few steps.

At the three-way intersection, Yan Zimi turned his head and walked towards the side door, but the people around him went straight ahead.

"Pei Huan."

Yan Zimi shouted, pointing to the door ten meters away: "Here."

Pei Huan followed Yan Zimi's hand, as if he just saw the door, and walked back a few steps.

Yan Zimi: "Didn't you see it?"

Pei Huan: "What?"

Yan Zimi: "The door, it's so obvious."

Pei Huan: "I didn't pay attention."

Yan Zimi smiled: "What are you thinking?"

Before Pei Huan could answer, his cell phone rang, and it was the voice of WeChat.

It should be a notice, but he put it down after a glance, and said to Yan Zimi: "Check bed tonight."

Yan Zimi looked at the time: "There is still time."

Yan Zimi said again: "Why don't I give you the painting you want before I go."

Pei Huan: "Did you finish the painting?"

Yan Zimi: "The painting is finished."

When entering the elevator, Pei Huan suddenly said, "It's really easy to be scared when walking alone."

Yan Zimi was stunned for a moment, then realized that Pei Huan was talking about the small forest.

He smiled, and wanted to speak with confidence, but Pei Huan said again, "Especially like some timid people."

Of course Yan Zimi pretended not to know what Pei Huanyi was referring to: "Who is it?"

Pei Huan also pretended not to understand Yan Zimi's pretense: "Who is it?"

Yan Zimi: "I don't know."

Pei Huan smiled, and said, "I don't know, there must be such a person." He also asked Yan Zimi, "What do you mean, classmate Yan Zimi?"

Yan Zimi held back his smile, and continued to pretend: "I don't know, I don't know."

Yan Zimi took Pei Huan upstairs again, to the same place in the living room. There were only four paintings at the beginning, and soon there will be only two left.

Yan Zimi picked up his own picture and handed it to Pei Huan. Even if he didn't know how to paint, Pei Huan could still tell it at a glance: "It's the same style as mine."

Yan Zimi nodded: "Yes," he explained, "I don't know how to draw."

Pei Huan joked: "Mr. Yan is humble, I don't know how to draw like this."

Yan Zimi smiled.

What Yan Zimi painted was himself wearing glasses. The scene was a rainy night, and he couldn't go back at the door of the studio.

In fact, he also secretly drew Pei Huan riding a motorcycle, but just hid it.

The style of that painting matches this one better than the last one.

It can be called the head portrait of a couple after laughing.

It is also an unknown couple's head portrait.

"I'll give you a bag," Yan Zimi said, "in case someone says it's too ostentatious."

Yan Zimi was about to go back after finishing speaking, but Pei Huan stopped him: "No, just take it back and show everyone how handsome our great painter Yan Zimi is."

Yan Zimi shook off Pei Huan's hand: "I don't want it."

When Yan Zimi went to get the bag, Pei Huan held up the painting.

He didn't look at anything, he only looked at Yan Zimi.

Of course he knew what day Yan Zimi painted, but Yan Zimi didn't wear glasses that day.

But that's okay, this error is acceptable.

In the painting, Yan Zimi is looking at Pei Huanlai's direction. The rain is hazy, obscuring people.

Pei Huan looked at it, and subconsciously stretched out his hands, and pointed his two fingers on both sides of Yan Zimi's head, stretching it apart.

Pei Huan didn't realize it wasn't a mobile phone until he felt friction from his fingertips.

He laughed at himself, looked up, and his first reaction was that it was lucky that Yan Zimi didn't see him, otherwise he would definitely be laughed at by someone Yan.

It's quite funny.