legal cohabitation

Lu Qian's abnormality was completely sublimated after school that day.

With a loud "bang", Lu Qian slammed the door and went straight back to the bedroom.

He Peng took a look at Lu's mother, she booked a plane ticket after what happened yesterday, and rushed to He Peng's residence as soon as she got out of the airport. .

"Sit for a while, I'll go and see him." He Peng comforted him.

The door was directly locked by Lu Qian, He Peng took the key to open the door, and locked the door again.

Lu Qian sat on the edge of the bed, with his back to him, looking out of the window without focus, watching the city gradually lit up, his shoulders trembled suddenly, and he buried his face in his palm.

He Peng stepped forward in three steps at a time, forcefully rubbing Lu Qian's bowed body away.

Pinch the back of his neck and slowly hug him tightly, rubbing the hair on the back of his neck gently with fingertips, like comforting a frightened cat.

"It's okay, it's okay..." He Peng's voice was still a little hoarse, like a lonely port in a storm, patting Lu Qian's back one after another.

"I don't want to see..."

Lu Qian still sat on the edge of the bed in a stiff posture, with his hands still on his sides, and only buried his head in He Peng's abdomen, and his voice came out in a husky voice.

"Okay, no, I'll go tell your mother."

He Peng did not leave immediately, but calmed Lu Qian for a while without saying a word.

This little friend of his, who makes noise every day, is not bound by any customs and rules, is a troublemaker who breaks the order, but is sensitive and delicate, living in his own extremely balanced world.

He Peng began to feel distressed.

He stayed with Lu Qian for a while, poured him a glass of water and put it aside before going out.

"Hey kid, we dote on him too much, so we knew he couldn't accept it, and I tried to hide it from his dad all these years after we divorced, who knows..." Lu's mother sat on the side with a worried face .

He Peng nodded: "It's okay, he just couldn't accept it for a while, Lu Qian is quite sensible about this kind of thing, maybe he would like to see you tomorrow."

"My plane left tonight, and he didn't answer my calls. I rushed back because I was afraid that something might happen to him."

Mother Lu was already busy with a lot of things, if it wasn't for this sudden incident, she wouldn't have taken time out of her busy schedule to come back, and the ticket to fly back had already been bought, just tonight.

He Peng choked for a moment, and said: "Then you go back first, it's me, I'll persuade him later."

***

After sending Mother Lu away, He Peng ordered a bowl of noodles for Lu Qian, took the bowl and chopsticks and opened the door to enter.

Lu Qian was lying on the bed with his legs crossed, already playing the game expressionlessly, except for the red circles around his eyes, the corners of his eyes were red from being rubbed, and the folds of his eyelids became more obvious.

"Seeing that you are not in the mood to get up to eat, I serve you a bowl of noodles." He Peng sat down beside him.

Lu Qian looked at the noodles, disgusted for a second, and finally took them and ate them one bite at a time.

In fact, the taste is good, the noodles are very firm, moderately soft and hard, mixed with some sesame oil and chopped green onion, the taste is very good, which surprised Lu Qian.

"Can you still cook noodles?" he asked.

He Peng bent down and straightened the slippers kicked by the child in a tantrum, and put them beside the bed: "I will also do a little bit of other things. My roommates in college often secretly burn food in the dormitory for fun."

Lu Qian stuffed the noodles into his stomach in a few mouthfuls, put them aside, remained silent for a few seconds, stretched out his legs sadly, and checked He Peng's suit pants.

He Peng turned his head around.

"Going away?" Lu Qian said concisely.

"En." He Peng nodded.

"Going home or going to work?"

He Peng couldn't bear it: "Tonight's flight."

Lu Qian snorted and retracted his feet.

But a second before it was completely retracted, He Peng grabbed his ankle and wrapped it completely with one hand. He Peng pulled a sock from the side and put it back on him.

"My feet are so frozen that I can't lie down under the quilt."

He Peng was very kind to him today, even with a gentle voice, mixed with a bit of helplessness.

Lu Qian was a little dazed, his legs and wrists were restrained, and the maze on his fingerprints seemed to be sunk into his skin, as if they were intertwined, which inexplicably seemed a little lingering in such a sad state of mind.

Lu Qian's heart skipped a beat.

Then, he sneered as if trying to cover it up, and kicked He Peng's waist with his feet in socks: "Tell me, why are you being so nice to me today, plotting something wrong."

He Peng, who had indeed had a momentary twist of his mind, remained calm: "Just a little brat, tell me what I can do to you."

Lu Qian turned his head and thought for a while, but he really couldn't think of anything. He lightly put his hands behind his head, leaned on the bed, and took a rest.

"I'm about the same height as you."

"That's also a high school student, listen to me, ah."

Lu Qian scratched his nails for a while, and suddenly said, "Then why don't they treat me like a child?"

When he was very young, he was thrown to the nanny, and later, to He Peng's parents, to He Peng.

He Peng glanced at him inexplicably, and finally understood what kind of temper this ancestor was having. The divorce certificate he hid was just a spark, and what made him angry was the neglect for so many years.

He pinched Lu Qian's ankle and tucked his leg into the quilt.

"Didn't I treat you as a child?" He Peng said helplessly, convinced.

Lu Qian slightly raised his eyebrows, and beat his fingers leisurely: "Then, Brother Peng, do you have to coax me?"

He intentionally bit his words softly, and called "Brother Peng" exaggeratedly and simply.

He Peng glanced at him, knowing that he did it on purpose, and took out a candy from his pocket, a round and thin mint candy that is often found at the front desk of many restaurants.

Lu Qian: "...Just this little thing?"

"It's easy to coax a child." He Peng laughed, "Then whatever you want, I'll buy it for you today."

"Forget it." Lu Qian bit open the bag and stuffed the candy into his mouth, "I'm easy to coax, too."

He simply chewed a couple of mouthfuls, and swallowed with a crunch.

"I heard that eating delicious food can release dopamine." He Peng said, "it can make people happy."

Lu Qian wanted to say that this stuff is not delicious, but when the words turned around, he deliberately narrowed his eyes and showed a somewhat ambiguous smile: "Actually, there is another way, which is better to secrete dopamine."

"Ok?"

He Peng inexplicably felt that Lu Qian's smile was a little... wavering.

Sure enough, he continued to say: "A joyful——sex. Love."

He Peng didn't know how this little bastard turned from being pitiful to being full of flirtatious words within a minute, and finally blamed it on his talent as a performing arts student.

He lowered his eyes, the fundus of his eyes hidden behind the lens was dark, he gritted his teeth, cold and restrained.

When he raised his eyes again, he regained his composure, and slapped him on the top of the head, losing his strength and messing up the boy's hair.

"You're so courageous, use your brother for fun."

Lu Qian closed his mouth, but smiled a bit maliciously.

***

After that day, He Peng clearly felt that Lu Qian's attitude towards him had changed.

And it's not purely becoming obedient or bad, but sometimes he behaves so well that He Peng's heart itch, and sometimes he behaves so that he wants to run away and beat others.

In short, Lu Qian began to cling to him more and more.

In the past, his relationship with Lu Qian was a bit like a stubborn elder brother and a disobedient younger brother, but now Lu Qian seems to be at ease as a worrying child.

But the line between the elder brother and the younger brother seems to be blurred.

He Peng would be upset if he didn't pick him up after class.

But when he restrained him, he was in a good mood. Of course, whether he listened or not was another matter.

Sometimes in the middle of the class, Lu Qian would send him several messages.