Gong is a heartthrob

In fact, Xavier can smoke.

White smoke, gray clouds.

The man was also smoking, looked at him, and said, what kind of cigarettes do children smoke.

Nasty prologue.

Xavier ignored him, watching the waves rise and fall in the distance.

Xavier is not addicted to smoking, but occasionally has a whim, like thinking "I want to eat ice cream", and suddenly thinks, I want to smoke a cigarette.Start anytime, stop anytime.

Xavier recognized this man, he often saw him around here, in convenience stores, in cafes, at some intersection around the corner, but more, at the fence by the sea, just like today, Sitting on a rock and smoking.

The man asked, are you a student?

Um.He replied casually, wondering if he had come to the wrong place.

The man said, so young, student.

Handed him a candy and said, here you are, I used it to quit smoking.

laugh.Xavier broke off the candy wrapper, put the candy into his mouth, and smoked while holding the candy.

All of a sudden there was only the sound of the waves.

Xavier!A boy's voice could be heard in the distance, and the hiss of bicycle wheels rolled over like ocean waves.

who is he?Aaron asked him.

an uncle.Xavier said.

The man smiled, Xavier sat on the back of the bicycle, and Aaron carried him, listening to his rambling.

The man watched his back gradually go away, and the smile on his face gradually disappeared. He just looked in the direction where Xavier disappeared. After a long time, he stamped out the cigarette butt and left without looking back.

……

The first time Bernard saw Xavier was in the bar under his jurisdiction. A group of strong men tried to surround the Orientals inside with fierce faces, and the bar at night was a hotbed of troubles. It is no surprise that the more bullies the less.

Bernard couldn't remember clearly what happened afterwards, but he only remembered the glaring lights shaking above his head. Under the lights, the sharp and delicate eyebrows and eyes of the man were like a sharp sword, stabbing people's flesh and blood all over the place without stopping.

At that moment, dizziness like a tidal wave rushed straight to his forehead, he was almost out of breath from the impact, the noise of the crowd gradually dissipated, and when he woke up, he found that he had followed that person for a long time.

He watched the man walk to the sea, stand on the rocks in front of the waves, take out a cigarette from his pocket and light it.

The smoke slowly rose to the sky, and then dispersed with the sea breeze. His expression was very quiet, even a little indifferent, making it hard to think that he was a young man who came out of the bar alone.

Bernard touched his pocket, lit a cigarette, imitated the man's movements, with the cigarette butt in his mouth, as if kissing his lips.

He mustered up his courage again when he was once again besieged by street gangsters. That person was still like when he first saw him, turning a blind eye to the threats around him, as if everything was under control.Bernard's heart suddenly ached, as if it was blocked by something.So he went forward to clean up those people, his tone seemed casual, but he knew the trembling in his heart.

How brave is a child.He said.

He smiled and said, don't underestimate me, I am very strong.

In fact, he already knew that he was following him.

I know.I know you are strong.

But, Zevi.You hold a sharp sword tightly in your hand and want to be a knight, but I hope you are a prince, loved by thousands, carefree and happy forever.

Fierce and gentle feelings were stuffed in his chest, and he wanted to say a lot, but Bernard didn't say anything in the end, he just smiled and patted his head.

After that, Bernard went to Xavier's house as a guest, saw a piano in the room, raised his eyebrows, and asked, "Do you know how to play the piano?"

"A little bit." He sat down, with a lollipop in his mouth, and asked, "What do you want to hear?"

"Just play what you usually like."

Xavier played Debussy's "Moonlight".

Slow and beautiful music flowed from his fingertips, his eyebrows and eyes were gentle and quiet, like the soft moonlight at night.

Bernard's heart also calmed down, and he focused on the boy's still immature face, but soon, the music stopped, and the boy looked up at him and smiled at him.

At that moment, he wanted to kiss his cheek.