I also want to stick with the bamboo horse today

Zhuang Wenyao got up with his left leg, and his injured right foot didn't hurt, but he was still so frightened that he yelled "Aw".

Lu Zhiheng frowned, put his arm on his shoulder with one hand, wrapped around his waist with the other, half hugged and half carried him away.

There was really no reason for this sudden move. Zhuang Wenyao was stunned for a moment, but he forgot to struggle, and subconsciously hugged his neck to keep his balance. When he got out of the classroom, he realized that something was wrong, and struggled loudly: "Lu Zhiheng! What are you doing?" What, let go!"

However, he was hugged so that his feet were off the ground, and he didn't dare to make big moves due to his injuries, like a sick little wolf dog, kicking his legs indiscriminately, he was helpless to fight back!

This man looks very thin, why is he so strong!

I didn't notice before that Lu Zhiheng's palm was not small, his slender fingers could hold Zhuang Wenyao's entire wrist, and his arms wrapped around his waist without moving, which made him faintly feel a desire to control.

Although he usually has a gentle and kind-tempered appearance, his character occasionally reveals a little strength, such as now.

And this sudden physical contact also gave Zhuang Wenyao a sense of familiarity: the familiarity of Shiyue.

Turned a corner and entered the men's bathroom.

There was no one inside, so Lu Zhiheng carried him straight into the innermost compartment, and locked the door behind his back.

"Do, what to do?" Zhuang Wenyao's tongue was a little knotted, "I don't want to go to the bathroom, what did you bring me here for?"

"Don't you doubt me? I'll show you now." Lu Zhiheng said as he untied his belt.

"?"

???

Brother, why are you unfastening your belt? !

Zhuang Wenyao's head was in a daze, but Lu Zhiheng's movements were so fast that he didn't even have time to react.

After all, this kind of thing is very embarrassing even for two boys, so we have to solve it quickly.

The space in the cubicle was narrow and cramped. Lu Zhiheng didn't move much, but he accidentally touched Zhuang Wenyao's waist.

He trembled inexplicably, and his voice was a little unsteady: "What are you looking at?"

"Birthmark." There were a few metallic sounds, and the belt was loosened. Lu Zhiheng wrapped his trousers in one hand and kept his balance on the door with the other, "I remember you said that your friend has a birthmark on his side waist. You can see for yourself, I Is it who you said?"

"..."

Oh.

Sorry bro!I am evil.

The temperature in the cubicle kept rising, so hot that Zhuang Wenyao's brain almost stopped thinking, and he mechanically bent his legs and lowered his body.

Lu Zhiheng loves cleanliness very much, and has the habit of using perfume. Even if he sweats after activities, he only feels refreshed and smells good on his body.

But a certain part still has the smell that a man should have.

Especially at this distance, the hormonal breath densely invaded all of Zhuang Wenyao's senses. He pushed aside the cover in a daze, and lightly brushed the skin with his fingertips. The touch was like a soft feather, faintly Sliding through the apex of the heart.

No.

There is only a piece of snow-white on the smooth and firm skin, and there is no blue-purple birthmark in memory.

"Hmm..." Zhuang Wenyao was in a daze. He no longer knew what he was talking about. He raised his face slightly and looked up at him searchingly, "I seem to have misremembered the location...can you look over there?"

The scorching breath can be clearly felt even through the cloth.

So close.

It couldn't be closer.

Lu Zhiheng reflexively lowered his head and looked at him for a moment, then quickly turned his face away: "It's up to you." The fingers holding the door tightened unconsciously, making a slight creak.

Neither did the other side.

"Impossible!" Zhuang Wenyao was shocked, and unconsciously held his waist to check, "I saw the birthmark with my own eyes, and you told me it yourself! Where is it..."

He finally regained consciousness, but Lu Zhiheng couldn't take it anymore, he pulled up his trouser waist forcibly, straightened his clothes, ignored the astonished Zhuang Wenyao, quickly opened the door and went out, came to the sink, turned on the faucet and rubbed his hands vigorously, by the way I washed my face.

"As you can see, I'm not the person you said." Lu Zhiheng turned his back to Zhuang Wenyao, not daring to look at him, "Don't mention this matter in the future."

He walked away, but stopped at the corner, resting the back of his hand on his forehead, leaning his back against the wall, panting heavily.

Fortunately, the action just now was quick, and if it was a step too late, it would be bad.

It's so abrupt.

Different from the previous careful consideration and careful planning, this time's move was really too unexpected and too abrupt.

Not at all like him.

But there is no way, when Zhuang Wenyao took out that paper airplane, the paper airplane that only he can fold in the whole world, the paper airplane that was originally released by him to fly far away, but returned to the starting point of the ginkgo path due to the raging autumn wind, was surprised by Zhuang Wenyao When he found the paper airplane, he panicked all of a sudden.

It was like the moment when Zhuang Wenyao called out his name on the first day of high school.

time and month.

Unfamiliar yet familiar names.

For four years, he healed his wounds alone and got rid of the past, but Zhuang Wenyao broke into his brand new life regardless.

The memories that have been dusty for many years are suddenly awakened: the little things we got along with when we were children, together with the unbearable past.

Avoidance is human nature; denial is an instinctive mechanism for self-protection in the face of traumatic events.

But he didn't expect that the boy's obsession was so hot that he couldn't avoid it.

Some people live in the present, some people look forward to the future, and some people worry about the past.

But they are young and their lives are long, so why should they trap themselves in the cage of memories instead of starting over and creating new memories?

I used to be so unbearable.

So, forget about time and moon.Take a good look at me now, Lu Zhiheng.

……

Zhuang Wenyao hesitated for a while, and then walked out of the cubicle, leaning on the wall.

But his heart was still beating so fast.

The real excitement and hopelessness, the two emotions intertwined unscrupulously in his chest, he didn't know what to do.

Zhuang Wenyao came to the pool calmly and began to wash his hands and face.The throbbing and scorching heat at the tip of my heart still couldn't subside until the palms were soaked and turned cold, and the water droplets continued to drip down the cheeks.

He put his hands on the sink, looked down at the rushing water, and suddenly a thought flashed across: Did Lu Zhiheng, who had done the same action just now, feel the same in his heart?

It's so abnormal.This inexplicable panic is really abnormal.

Must it be the excitement and heart rate that's coming from finally getting the chance to uncover the truth?

It must be so.

After leaving the bathroom, the students who just happened to go to the cafeteria to eat returned to work one after another, but there was no sign of Lu Zhiheng in the corridor.

Zhuang Wenyao still didn't have the strength to jump back, so he leaned against the wall to rest, which happened to be where Lu Zhiheng stayed just now.

The smell of cold water still seemed to linger in the air, and the smell aroused the memory of just now, and the heart rate began to rise again...

Restrooms are at the corner of the hallway.No one could see him in this position, except for the students who came to the bathroom specially, now it was Zhang Yeran.

Seeing that he was walking in a hurry, his physical needs should be quite urgent. When he saw Zhuang Wenyao, he suddenly stopped at the toilet door: "Brother Yao?! Why are you so red! Did someone fuck you?"

Zhuang Wenyao's heart was beating wildly again, and he punched him in the chest: "You just got fucked!"

Zhang Yeran raised his hand to touch his forehead: "Is that sick?"

Zhuang Wenyao opened his hand: "No."

"Then what are you doing here?"

"What else can I do, people have three urgencies!"

"Solve it?"

"Ah."

"Then why don't you go back, what are you waiting for?"

"Wait until you carry me back."

Zhang Yeran slapped his forehead: "I forgot you are still limping!"

He stepped forward to support Zhuang Wenyao, he didn't really lift him up, but just acted as a support: "No, how did you get here like this?"

"When a person encounters an emergency, the adrenaline will soar, and it can often stimulate extraordinary sports potential." Zhuang Wenyao supported him and limped, "Now that the hormone level has dropped, I can't go back. went……"

Zhang Yeran sighed endlessly: "Tsk tsk tsk, I didn't expect Brother Yao, who is all-powerful, to have today!"

Zhuang Wenyao sighed and suddenly felt a urge to urinate.

Just now in the toilet, I didn't do what I should do, and my physiological needs still haven't been met!

Hastily grabbed him: "Hey, wait a minute! Go back the same way! The third emergency is here again."

Zhang Yeran rolled his eyelids in dismay: "Damn, why are you telling me to play? Can you give me an accurate answer next time, my adrenaline is going to soar!"

Zhuang Wenyao smiled apologetically: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I happened to be on the way, let's solve it together..."