The death of Mr. Zhuo should be regarded as a joyous mourning. After all, he was quite old and it was time.Xu You thought so in his heart, but he was not stupid enough to tell Zhuo Yi directly.

Think about it, he is only... ten or six years old?Just, both parents died?

Also poor.

Thinking that Xu You made up his mind to treat Zhuo Yi better in the future.

The words that came out of his mouth were also much gentler: "You, mourning, and me, I will always be with you," the other side was silent, afraid that the other party would not believe it, and said, "Really!"

The breathing on the other side suddenly became heavy.

On this day, the day when school started, the night was hazy.

Xu You was lying on the balcony, listening to the sad boy crying without saying a word, and his heart ached. Maybe it was not because of his reluctance for his father, but more because of his loneliness.And what I can do is to accompany.

The voice on the other side changed from suppressed to muffled to choked, and Xu You also wept silently at some point. Now, he is dependent on a person, a child who is not good at expressing but tries to be good to him, thinking about it in his heart It was even more boring.

"Are you at home now?" he asked with a fever in his head.

Seemingly tired from crying over there, he let out a muffled hum.

Xu You said "you wait" and hung up the phone.

Then I threw the sentence to my roommate, "Just say I didn't come during the rounds" and ran out of the dormitory.

Suddenly wanting to be by his side and giving him a shoulder is better than listening to him cry through the phone.

There was a security guard at the gate, Xu You decisively chose to climb over the wall, and then hired a taxi on the side of the road to report the address of Zhuo's old house.

After Xu You's life-threatening series of urgings, the driver uncle's thoughts of chatting were thrown away, and his forehead was sweated, and he finally arrived at the old house half an hour later.

The Xiaoyang Building is brightly lit, but it seems that there is no trace of popularity.

Xu You's heart skipped a beat and he knocked on the door, shouting, "Zhuo Yi! Zhuo Yi! Open the door!"

After about 1 minute, the door was opened.

Zhuo Yi tried his best to open his red and swollen eyes to look at Xu You opposite, and finally remembered being shy, and quickly lowered his head: "Why are you here?"

Xu You pushed him away and entered the room, looked around: "Only you?"

"Brother, they are preparing for the funeral."

Xu You was so angry that he was left alone at home for something, how urgent it was to prepare for the funeral, if he didn't come here, the child would cry like hell!

But he had to hold back, Zhuo Yi needed comfort now.

First gave Zhuo Yi a big hug, "I said I would accompany you, so I'm here."

Then he dragged Zhuo Yi upstairs: "When did it happen?"

"The night before last."

Xu You secretly sighed, how long did it take him to call himself.

But he picked up the shirt on Zhuo Yi's body and smelled it, what kind of life has he been these few days.

"Go, go take a shower."

Zhuo Yi obediently was dragged away by him, just like every time Xu You yelled in front of him that he was starving to death and ran to the small shop, he followed helplessly but never lost a step.

Xu You adjusted the water temperature and ordered: "Take off your clothes."

Zhuo Yi gave one command and one action.

"Rinse yourself." Then turned to get the soap.

The young man's stretching has been very fast in recent years, coupled with his persistent exercise, his skeleton has grown a lot, and his muscles are well-proportioned and distributed everywhere.

Xu You didn't have distracting thoughts at first, but when he turned around, he was shocked to see the naked body of the young man underwater.

"Shit, when did you have abs!"

It has been nearly ten years since the two of them took a shower together last time, and it seems that it was still when filming "The Acropolis", so Xu You's impression of Zhuo Yi's body was still at the stage of being white, tender and soft, and now it can only be said that the blow came too violently.

"You..." His eyes moved down, "Wipe!"

Zhuo Yi turned his back to him and replied, "I exercise every day."

Xu You had already lost his eyesight to look again, and the idea of ​​taking a bath together was completely shattered.I really can't do anything with my white body, and, most importantly, he still, doesn't, has, hair!Including above and below!

At the beginning, he told himself optimistically that it was not the time, and when he watched Chen Yan show off to himself, he just told him that he was accumulating a lot of money, but now he couldn't deceive himself any longer.

After all, others are already as lush as a forest.

Throwing down the soap, he said, "You wash it yourself!" Then he wanted to slip away.

A strong force was caught off guard, and hot water poured down his head and face, and he was hugged tightly.

The boy's hug was much stronger than that of Xu You's, and Xu You's whole body was covered, so he was a little dazed for a while, and forgot to lose his temper.

But when he thought about losing his temper, he remembered that he was here to comfort others, and then patted Zhuo Yi on the back like a child.

"I can't cry any more, I allow you to be sad for another 10 minutes, otherwise you will become Chen Yan's crying bastard!"

The head on his shoulders rubbed lightly, and a muffled sound came from his ear.The warm breath made Xu You's ears red.

This feeling is a bit weird, after all, he has dated men before, and he can't help but despise himself when he thinks about it, how could he tarnish their pure friendship like this!Zhuo Yi is so pure, so...

Before he finished spitting, he was suddenly pushed against the wall, and then, a warm breath swept towards his lips.

The author has something to say: Hahaha this feeling is not suang!

I was tortured by a novel today

So writing the text also carries a sense of melancholy

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