Why aren't people raising me

Like all men who are not very delicate, Matsuda Jinpei doesn't know how to comfort the crying child at all, but the most important hug can still be given. He tightly hugged Masaharu's back, covering the child's crying under his own chest.

The muffled cries came intermittently, Matsuda Jinpei had never seen Masaharu cry like this, before he would stare at him with red eyes, like a little man holding back his tears, Sometimes as long as he made a few jokes, Masaharu would turn his head and laugh out of embarrassment.

But now, without knowing what happened, Matsuda Jinpei felt extremely heartbroken. Emotions can be contagious. He seemed to have been overwhelmed by the soreness and swelling in Masaharu's chest. When he recovered, his eyes were blurred with tears.

After about 5 minutes, Masaharu Nakahara gradually calmed down.

He sniffed his nose, and said in a hoarse voice with a little awkward emotion, "Brother Zhenping, the snot is going to cross the river."

Matsuda Jinpei held a tissue under his nose unskillfully, "Blow?"

"No, I'll just do it myself..." Masaharu Nakahara took the tissue, looked up at the wet marks on Matsuda Jinpei's clothes, covered it with his hands in a disguised manner,

Matsuda Jinpei laughed, "It will be done soon, it's okay."

"Wouldn't it be strange to go out like this? I got wet for some reason..."

"I'll cover it with my coat."

Nakahara Masaharu silently wiped his nose clean, then wiped his face, "I'm fine." He said with red eyes, "I'm sorry, did I lose my composure just now?"

gaffe?

Matsuda Jinpei was taken aback by his sudden words and untimely politeness, and then he helped Masaharu wipe away the tears on his cheeks, "Are you still so mean to me?"

Masaharu Nakahara choked instinctively.

"Still want to cry?"

"No, it's a conditioned reflex of the body." Masaharu Nakahara twitched again, and he lowered his head as if feeling ashamed, "It will be fine in a while."

Obviously, the toilet is not a good place to talk, even if the sanitation is clean, it would be strange, Matsuda Jinpei took Masaharu's hand, "Then let's go out first?"

"..." Masaharu Nakahara pursed his lips.

His sudden silence made Matsuda Zhenping think for a while, and then asked tentatively, "Are... are you numb from crying?"

Emotions are too intense, and the blood supply to the extremities will be insufficient.

Masaharu Nakahara looked a little ashamed and angry, "I..."

The next second, he was picked up abruptly, and the young man picked up the little yellow hat he had dropped on the ground, and said to him with a bit of teasing and pampering, "If you feel uncomfortable, just say it! You and I still hug each other." Moveable, much lighter than the sacks I used in special training."

Nakahara Masaharu found that he was very proficient in embracing his neck. To be honest, a person's strong arms can easily make him feel safe. Although Matsuda Jinhei is an older brother, he is taller than Nakahara Masaharu. I kind of regard him as my father.

There is only one point, it is better than meal replacement.

"Go home first, and tell me what happened in detail." Matsuda Jinping said.

Masaharu Nakahara looked back, and his father and mother poked their heads out from the tiled floor, quietly watching them with obvious envious eyes.

"..." Masaharu Nakahara withdrew his gaze, he was tired from crying, his brain was in pain, "...let's go home first."

He asked again, "How did you come in?"

"I managed to get off work on time to pick you up today, but when I saw that all your classmates had come out and you hadn't come out, I felt something was wrong." Matsuda Jinpei dragged Masaharu's ass, "I thought you were being bullied." His expression He became very serious, obviously attaching great importance to this kind of thing, "Yazhi, if a child bullies you, you must tell me."

Campus bullying is so common that almost everyone has been a hidden participant. They may be onlookers or indifferent.

"I wasn't bullied." Masaharu Nakahara said affirmatively, "But you must be very tired today."

"what?"

"Your clothes smell of gunpowder smoke. You shot today."

Matsuda Jinpei was stunned, then lowered his head and sniffed himself, "It seems to have some smell, I'm used to smelling it, I didn't pay attention, I'm sorry Masaharu."

Masaharu Nakahara buried his head on his neck, "...you don't have to apologize to me..."

They walked out of the teaching building, and suddenly saw Fu Heihui waiting there at the school gate.

The black-haired boy glanced to this side faintly, a little curious and a little restrained.

Masaharu Nakahara froze for a moment, and Matsuda Jinpei immediately understood what he meant—it was uncomfortable being hugged in front of peers or friends.He put Masaharu Nakahara down and patted him on the shoulder reassuringly.

Masaharu Nakahara stood up, "Are you waiting for me?"

Fu Heihui looked at him blankly.

Masaharu Nakahara knew that he looked like he had cried a lot. Even if he didn't look in the mirror, he could imagine that the tip of his nose must be red and his eyes were moist and bright with tears. "I just cried."

Fu Heihui shifted his gaze, then turned back, "Are you scared?"

"No, not because it scares me."

Fu Heihui glanced behind Masaharu Zhongyuan, his expression tightened, "Is it still following you?"

"...Follow, it will follow if it wants."

"That trace, I will take you to deal with it."

"Are you looking for a tall brother?"

Fu Heihui's complexion changed again, "You called him Mr. Wutiao earlier."

Right now, Masaharu Nakahara is a bit outrageous.

Masaharu Nakahara thought about how embarrassed he was now, and the little bit of self-esteem in the past seemed to swell with the recovery of memory, always wanting to meet people with the most perfect appearance, "Can I not go?"

"what?"

"I don't have time right now. I'm going to box with my brother tonight." Nakahara Masaharu said without changing his face.

?

Matsuda Jinpei looked down at him,

Boxing?Why doesn't he know?

Fu Heihui opened his mouth, "But..."

A car drove by not far away.

The white-haired young man looked at Fu Hei Hui through the car window with loose eyes, and his eyes became very lively after touching Fu Hei Hui. He raised his voice and laughed, "Hui, at your request, I came to pick you up from school !"

Fu Heihui spit out the unfinished words, "But, I called Wutiao."