So cute, can't help it

Fang Shu, who thought he couldn't compare to the emperor and Lao Tzu, curled his lips, and scrolled down the post to see if other netizens had posted links.

……

The torrential rain didn't stop for a long time, and it went back and forth in the early hours of the morning. It rained intermittently for three days. The drainage system was completely out of control. Many streets and communities were flooded and traffic jams occurred.

Nanda is located on the top of a mountain with a high terrain, so it was not affected. It was only a week after receiving the notice from the driving school.

Yu Wuwei let out a deep breath: "It can be regarded as being able to practice driving. If I can't make an appointment, I will be locked up in school and get moldy."

Wang Nan also breathed a sigh of relief: "Me too, it doesn't matter if the time is set later. Xiaoshu, are you going to practice driving tomorrow morning?"

Fang Shu shook his head and looked away from the unresponsive screen: "Hey... the coach hasn't replied to me yet."

You need to make an appointment with the coach before you practice. If you don’t make an appointment, you won’t be able to practice. Yu Wuwei said, “Wait a minute, Coach He may be busy, and I haven’t seen the news.”

Fang Shu thought so too, and waited until night.

Wang Nan was dragged to play games by Yu Wuwei, and his voice kept coming and going.Fang Shu came out of the bathroom wiping his hair, and the phone on the table vibrated.

[Jianan macho coach: Sorry, the phone is turned off, I just saw the message]

[Jianan macho coach: Are you free? 】

【Jiaojiao: yes】

[Jianan macho coach: Turn on the camera]

Fang Shu pulled down the towel on his head and put it on the back of the seat, obediently turned on the phone camera, just switched back to the chat page, the screen jumped, and He Qing's video call came over.

Fang Shu hurriedly ran to the balcony and closed the balcony door to block Yu Wuwei's loud voice.

"Brother He." As soon as the phone was connected, Fang Shuqing's soft voice came over.

He Qing let out a low laugh, leaning his back against the railing, the light from the room refracted on his face, a stubble grew on his chin, and said: "Haven't slept yet?"

Fang Shu shook his head, and raised his mobile phone so that He Qing could see his whole body: "I just finished taking a shower, I'll go to sleep later. Brother He isn't at home?"

Fang Shu has been to He Qing's house, and he obviously doesn't look like it.

"At home, in my hometown." He Qing said: "Come back and do something."

Fang Shu's pajamas were loose, the neckline was wide open, and the light from the balcony fell on the ends of his hair, bringing out moisture.

He Qing looked at the little boy's shiny earlobe, and paused for a moment: "Why don't you dry your hair?"

"Wipe it." Fang Shu raised his hand to touch his hair, his palm was full of water stains: "I'll wipe it later."

He Qing was helpless: "You have to dry your hair before going to bed, I'll watch you do it."

Fang Shu went back to get the towel.

The exciting part of the game was being played, Yu Wuwei couldn't restrain himself, his voice filled the entire dormitory.

Fang Shu subconsciously covered his phone.

He Qing smiled and said: "Don't block it, I've heard louder noises than this before."

Fang Shu put down his hand, grabbed the towel and ran back to the balcony quickly.

He Qing stopped the little boy from closing the window, and said, "Wipe your hair first."

Fang Shu withdrew his hand, and put the towel on his head under He Qing's supervision.

To hold the phone, Fang Shu wiped it slowly with one hand, changing his hand from time to time, causing the screen to shake.

He Qing leaned against the railing and changed his position: "You don't need to hold the phone, just put it aside."

"No need." Fang Shu randomly scratched his hair a few times, pulled down the towel, opened his eyes and said nonsense: "Dry it."

He Qing was a little funny, he couldn't help but want to rub the little boy's head, his fingers touched the screen, and he retracted it.

He Qing was about to say something, but the old man's angry voice suddenly came from downstairs: "Boy He! You didn't mean to drink with me, come here soon!"

He Qing sighed, and said, "I'll pick you up for practice driving tomorrow morning."

"Okay." Fang Shu nodded, reaching out to cut off the video call.

He Qing suddenly said: "Jiaojiao."

Fang Shu tilted his head: "?"

He Qing said in a hoarse voice for a moment: "It's nothing, go to bed early."

After the video call was over, He Qing lit a cigarette, and when the smoke was half burned, he went downstairs unhurriedly.

On the concrete dam, an old man with gray hair sat in front of a round table, with cigarettes, wine, and a pile of mixed peanuts and peanut shells in front of him.

Hearing the movement, the old man raised his head and yelled loudly: "Let you accompany the old man to have a drink for a long time without seeing anyone, why, do you want me to go up and invite you in person?"

"Don't dare." He Qing let out the smoke lightly, opened the stool and sat down opposite the old man: "Smoking less, it's not good for your health."

Pointing at the cigarette in He Qing's hand, the old man rolled his eyes: "Do you have the right to say that about me?"

He Qing didn't change his face: "At least I don't smoke one a month, and I have to smoke the old brand directly produced from the tobacco factory."

elder:"……"

The old man hardened his face: "Are you my son or my grandson? It's up to you!"

He Qing glanced at him, but didn't refute him, lest the old man jump on the spot.

The old man was sullen for a while, pushed away the cigarette, and poured a glass of wine: "Go back if you have something to do, don't waste time with me, an old man."

He Qing didn't touch the wine: "Let's go after smoking this cigarette."

elder:"……"

The old man choked for a long time: "How could Lao He give birth to a son like you? It's fine if you don't respect the old man, and he hasn't inherited any of his demeanor!"

He Qing snorted: "The demeanor of driving your son out of the house?"

The old man fell silent.

"It's true that Lao He did it a bit, but they didn't feel good. Especially your mother, she has been looking forward to you for as many years as you have been away, and her headache problem also fell during those years."

He Qing lowered his head and smoked, unable to see his expression clearly.

The old man thought he didn't believe it, so he drank the wine in one gulp, and chased the people away: "Believe it or not, go upstairs and smoke your cigarette, the smell of cigarettes makes me upset."

He Qing held his cigarette butt and went upstairs. The room was pitch black, and the light from downstairs shone upstairs, partially illuminating the floor-to-ceiling windows.

He Qing pinched out the cigarette butt, lay on his back on the bed, stared at the empty ceiling for an unknown amount of time, took the phone and pressed a few times.

"Brother He."

The boy's soft voice sounded immediately, and He Qing realized what he had done.

He Qing raked his hair, lowered his voice and said, "Accidentally dialed your phone... Did it wake you up?"

"No, I haven't slept yet." Yu Wuwei lost the game, but he was so angry that he dragged Wang Nan to play two more rounds with the opponent, which made the bedroom noisy and Fang Shu couldn't sleep at all.

Fang Shu heard that He Qing's voice was not quite right: "Brother He, are you alright?"

He Qing's eyes fell on the unknown darkness, and he let out a deep "hmm".

Fang Shu didn't quite believe it, but if He Qing didn't say anything, he couldn't ask more questions.

Fang Shu put his ear to the phone, listening intently to the movement on the other side, and the bedroom lights fell on his long eyelashes.

At ten o'clock, the dormitory lights are turned off on time.

Fang Shu plugged in his earphones, climbed onto the bunk, and asked softly, "Brother He, are you still there?"

"Yes." He Qing sat up, curled up one leg, and leaned against the head of the bed: "Jiaojiao, talk to Brother He."

Fang Shu: "Say what?"

He Qing: "Anything is fine."

Fang Shu thought about it seriously: "Should I still learn to add and subtract [-] meters tomorrow?"

He Qing raised his eyebrows: "Could it be that Jiaojiao forgot, you've only been learning how to add and subtract [-] meters for a long time."

As for what to do for the rest of the day...

Fang Shu's ears turned red, and he stumbled and said, "No, I haven't forgotten. I downloaded a few videos, and after I finish watching, I can, I can teach Brother He."

He Qing frowned: "What video?"

Fang Shu didn't hide anything: "You read it before..."

The slender snow-white legs were soft and floppy on the waist, and as the image of the forceless swaying of the impact rushed into his mind, He Qing's eyes immediately sank: "Jiaojiao has already watched the video?"

"No, I haven't started watching it yet." The video was downloaded a few days ago, but there have been classes recently, and Fang Shu didn't have much time to play with his phone, so he didn't have time to watch it.

He Qing's tense muscles relaxed: "Jiaojiao, listen to Brother He and delete the video."

"Why?" Fang Shu was puzzled, he found it with great difficulty.

He Qing's throat rolled: "Brother He can teach you things that are in the video, and Brother He can teach you things that are not in the video. Do you want the video or Brother He?"

"Of course Brother He."

The little boy unabashedly expressed his heart through the mobile phone loudspeaker. He Qing tightened his fingers holding the mobile phone, lowered his eyes to look at the bulging part, and said "tsk".

Fang Shu didn't hear it, rubbed his red ears, switched to file management, and deleted all the videos.

"deleted."

After the words fell, He Qing on the opposite side didn't speak, and the phone was surprisingly quiet.

"Brother He?"

Fang Shu got closer, but still didn't hear He Qing's voice.

Are you gone?

Fang Shu curled up his fingers, and was about to turn on the speakerphone to listen carefully to see if He Qing was really away, when He Qing's low voice came from the phone: "Jiaojiao."

Fang Shu reflexively covered his phone, and He Qing's hoarse and heavy panting still came into his ears, carrying hot flashes of water vapor, which made his entire face flush.

He, Brother He is...

The phone in his hand turned into flint, and it was so hot that Fang Shu almost threw the phone away. I don't know if it was a psychological effect, but Fang Shu heard the movement on the other side getting louder and louder.

The metal sound of the zipper buckle colliding with the zipper, the sound of slippery water, and even the sound of He Qing's Adam's apple rolling up and down... He could hear them all clearly.

Fang Shu pulled up the quilt, buried himself in the bed, his temples throbbed, his legs were so soft that he could hardly move, as if he had been squatting for a long time, and the soles of his feet felt numb.

He Qing kept calling his name, one after another, with a hoarse voice.

Fang Shu grabbed the pillow tightly, buried his face in the pillow, panted heavily with his mouth open, his thin back rose and fell under the quilt with his breathing.

He Qing's breathing became rough again: "Jiaojiao, my name is Brother He."

"Brother He..." Fang Shu trembled his eyelashes and his voice trembled.

He Qing half closed his eyes: "Call again."

Fang Shu licked his lips and called out twice.

……

It was stuffy and hot in the bed, Fang Shu's palms were sweaty, and his brain seemed to be poured with hot water, making it a mess.

Fang Shu looked around carefully, and seeing that Yu Wuwei and Wang Nan were both asleep, he quietly poked his head out from under the covers, panting and exchanging oxygen with the air.

He Qing said hoarsely: "Jiaojiao has a feeling."