Don't tease me!

Fu Qiao greeted the arriving classmates to go home, and thoughtfully called a car for everyone.

In the blink of an eye, only Bai Hua remained on the huge floor.

Bai Hua realized later that he was the only one left. His mind was confused and he couldn't think clearly for a while. When he saw Fu Qiao sitting there not far away, he didn't dare to approach him, and only planned to find an exit and slip away quietly.

The dark purple lights are still on, and the KTV after this layer of excitement looks extraordinarily deserted.

Fu Qiao was sitting on the soft sofa, his whole body was half sunken, his eyes were slightly closed as he looked tired, maybe because he drank too much wine, his face and lips were slightly red, especially obvious on his snow-white skin.

It makes him look like the lucky kid who has it all again.

Bai Hua hesitated for a while, then quietly walked over.As he approached, Fu Qiao didn't move, as if he really fell asleep.

This kind of Fu Qiao was no longer out of reach for Bai Hua.

Under the dim light, Bai Hua seemed to be bewitched, and stopped in front of Fu Qiao.

Fu Qiao changed a little.Even when he was sitting, he could still see his broad shoulders and long legs, which overlapped but were different from Bai Hua's memory.

At that time, Fu Qiao was not so tall, Bai Hua thought for a while, and then laughed.The year he met Fu Qiao was a rare and happy time in his unlucky life.

Bai Hua didn't have that much ambition to own anything, a kiss from Fu Qiao was enough to satisfy him, and it left him with a long aftertaste.

One hand suddenly grasped Bai Hua's wrist, and pulled him down steadily and quickly. Bai Hua fell down unexpectedly, but was caught by a strong arm and pressed into his arms.

It didn't hurt very much, but it made Bai Hua wake up from the fantasy he had constructed.When she turned her head, Fu Qiao had already opened her eyes to look at him.

"Bai Hua, what do you want to do?" Fu Qiao drank too much wine, his voice was a little hoarse, he lowered his head and naturally rubbed the broken hair on his forehead to Bai Hua's face, and continued in a muffled voice, "Do you want to kiss me? Kiss back?"

Bai Hua quickly denied it, "Fu Qiao, let go, I'm leaving."

"No." After drinking, Fu Qiao seemed to become abnormal. As soon as he retracted his hands, Bai Hua was trapped in his arms, and said in a muffled and low voice, "Isn't this what you want? Birch."

However, Bai Hua stopped suddenly, and his thoughts that were confused by Fu Qiao also grasped a trace of clarity.

Is he doing the same with Ming Qiuqiu?Ming Qiuqiu begged him, and he agreed.

Then Fu Qiao treated herself the same way.

Bai Hua thought about this, and felt a little embarrassed. He was still in Fu Qiao's arms, but what was he like?

"Are you always so kind to everyone?" Bai Hua asked.

Fu Qiao didn't know what Bai Hua was struggling with, but saw that the eyes of the man in his arms were wide open and covered with fog, he nodded slowly and agreed, and was ready to close his eyes and wait for Bai Hua to kiss him.

So Fu Qiao closed her eyes, raised her head cooperatively, and got very close to Bai Hua's lips.

Bai Hua pursed her lips and looked directly at Fu Qiao. Even though he knew that he was nothing in Fu Qiao's eyes, he still felt disappointed when he got an affirmative answer.

He stood up with trembling lips, tried his best to break free from Fu Qiao's embrace, turned around to say something but gave up, and left in silence.

Fu Qiao didn't come after him either.

As the night approached, the air cooled down, and a layer of white mist floated in the pale night.

There was no bus at this time, so Bai Hua walked home.The road was long, he walked for a long time, and the time without anyone was lengthened, as long as his unspeakable secret love.

At that time, Bai Hua was about to take the high school entrance examination, and her mother was working as a nanny at Fu Qiao's house. In order to take good care of Bai Hua, her mother begged the master of the Fu family to let Bai Hua temporarily live in the servant's room on the side.

The room was small, without windows, except for a small glass on the door leading to the outside, facing the hall of the owner's house.

Bai Hua wanted to work hard to get into the key high schools listed on the market, so he was very nervous about his studies, and he was in adolescence, he was growing fast, and he was often very hungry.

Bai Hua's mother has always loved him with dissatisfaction and resentment. She always felt that Bai Hua's father had betrayed her and had nowhere to vent. Like all women who complain about life, her mother put all her hopes on Bai Hua. .

Her mother warned Bai Hua not to come out during the day to make her master unhappy, but Bai Hua didn't dare to come out, and most of the time she closed the door tightly to do her homework.

Only occasionally, he would hear outside voices through the door.

The owner’s son often rides a mountain bike, which will stop at the door in the evening, making a frictional sound, and then he greets his friends one by one.

He has many friends, boys and girls.The lively voices of the teenagers mixed together and reached Bai Hua's ears every night.

But Bai Hua's world is very small, a study table and a white ceiling lamp are all he has, and the environment here is better than at home, and his mother repeatedly emphasized that he should be grateful.

Only in the morning and evening after school, Bai Hua would go in and out of the room, and sometimes ran into the little master of the house, a boy who was in the same grade as him, but was listed in the middle school attached to a key high school.

At that time, Fu Qiao was young and had just grown up. His skin was white and white, and he was very polite, which attracted the attention of others.He rides a mountain bike out every morning at a high speed, and sometimes when he meets Bai Hua, he will take a second look curiously and say hello.

When the summer vacation came, Bai Hua had the first chance to get close to Fu Qiao.The mother was entrusted by the master to clean another house, but she didn't come back for a few days, Bai Hua didn't keep a penny with her, and no one brought food back, so she could only starve in the servant's room.

After being hungry for two days, he felt a little uncomfortable, and finally got up the courage to go out to have a look.

That was the first time he entered Fu Qiao's house, almost all the servants were taken to the new house to clean, and the living room was actually empty.

There was a plate of things on the snow-white marble coffee table, and it was only when Bai Hua walked over that he could see clearly that it was a plate of cookies that were not well-made.

There was no one around, only the chirping of birds could be heard outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, Bai Hua heard his stomach growling, and the cookies became the most attractive thing in the world at this moment, sticking him step by step.

Bai Hua picked up a biscuit, gobbled it up, then picked up another one with his left hand and stuffed it into his mouth.

The biscuits were slightly bitter and not very delicious, but to Bai Hua who had been hungry for a few days, it was the most delicious thing in the world.He accidentally ate half of the plate, and then realized that this plate of biscuits was definitely not for him.

He moved the owner's things without permission.

After realizing it, Bai Hua felt that the biscuit in his throat was hard to swallow. He swallowed it with difficulty, and many bad thoughts flashed through him at once.

If the owner finds out, the mother should lose her job, and his life will not be easy.

In the early summer weather, Bai Hua broke out in a cold sweat. The sweat dripped from his forehead onto the tea table, and he wiped it off with his sleeve in a hurry.

And at that moment of turmoil, a male voice with a smile said to him from behind, "Is it delicious? The biscuits I made."

Bai Hua turned around abruptly, her palms clenched tightly, and her hands were wet with cold sweat.

Fu Qiao seemed to have just returned from playing basketball. The short-sleeved jersey seemed to be steaming. The boy wiped his sweat-soaked hair on his forehead, revealing his forehead and a pair of clear eyes. He seemed very happy and said to Bai Hua, "I see you ate A lot, do you like it?"

"Then can I give you all the biscuits and cakes I bake in the future?" Fu Qiao smiled, narrowing her eyes slightly, and then complained, "My family hates my cooking, but you have good taste!"

Bai Hua's shoulders, which had been tensed for a long time, dropped, and he replied weakly, "Okay."

Fu Qiao took a few steps closer, and stuffed the remaining biscuits to Bai Hua, "Then you must remember to eat it every day, and you can't go back on your word."

The memory is beautiful because he has been artificially modified.For Bai Hua, all the memories about Fu Qiao are like a layer of honey, with the sweetness of a teenager's heart.

But he couldn't always rely on a little bit of memory to live on, not to mention that Fu Qiao probably didn't remember any of these memories, and he didn't even recognize him.

Giving him hope and disappointing him, Fu Qiao touched his whole mind, and he couldn't resist.

It was late at night when I got home, and my mother came back after finishing her second job.

Bai Hua was upset, and when she opened the door, she still woke up her mother who had just lay down.Bai Hua took a deep breath and stood by the door.

Sure enough, his mother asked him where he had been, and he came back two hours later than usual.Seeing Bai Hua's hesitant words, his mother's face became more and more serious, and asked him to take out the money he had earned from working for the past few days.

Bai Hua did as he did, and the amount was correct, but he was still trembling with fear.

He didn't dare to look up, didn't dare to look at his mother's expected gloomy and ugly face.

A slap hard on the side of Bai Hua's face.

Then came the mother's cliché, saying how hateful and ugly Bai Hua's father was, and how difficult it was for his mother to live with him. Finally, the mother asked Bai Hua to promise to go home on time in the future and not do anything other than study.

Since childhood, Bai Hua has heard these words too many times.He had always known that it was hard for his mother to raise him alone.It's not that she doesn't care about Bai Hua, but this concern also brings shackles, which will only bind Bai Hua more tightly.

Bai Hua didn't say a word, he just covered his face in silence, the place was covered with red marks, leaving only burning pain.

When her mother finally got tired of scolding, Bai Hua was able to sit quietly and do her homework.

Bai Hua made up his homework until dawn. He is not very smart, but the living environment forces him to keep working hard and maintain a good grade.

Next to the low table is a skylight, the fish belly is white and the light gray sky floats, enveloping the small attic dimly.Bai Hua stopped writing and looked out of the window for a while, rarely distracted.

Perhaps since he met Fu Qiao two years ago, he was doomed to never forget, and to run after Fu Qiao beyond his control.