The boss always thought we were looking at each other

Indeed, as He Ci said, after Yan Yu's call was made, he actually heard a faint ringtone.

"It's in the ditch over there!" Yan Yu immediately realized.

The road leading to the small canal from the tea garden was not very easy to walk. He Ci picked a slightly cleaner place, put Yan Yu where he was, told him not to wander around, and then walked in the direction of Lingyin.

After walking a few steps, I saw the footprints of slipping and falling on the side of the beam of the small canal.

He Ci didn't dare to delay, the moment he stepped onto the beam, he saw a faint old man lying in a small canal not far away, holding an umbrella tightly in his hand.

The old man was bleeding from the corner of his head, and he was obviously unconscious. If the two of them come together for a while, it is estimated that the water in the small canal should have overflowed the old man's nose.

He Ci stepped forward without making any major movements. He first walked around the old man's neck and supported him gently so that he would not be flooded by the water. Then he slowly began to observe the wound on the old man's head. Fortunately, it was only a skin trauma.

"can you hear me?"

Hearing someone talking to him, the old man struggled to open his eyes a little, and only vaguely saw a sharp eyebrow, which was cut off at the end of the eyebrow, and underneath was a pair of dark eyes, which looked fierce Son.

It's quite similar to the kind of street thugs he often met when he was doing business when he was young, but it's not exactly like that. The cool and calm temperament is not like the kind of street thugs that can be polished after more than ten years in the street.

"You are..."

Yan Zhengsong is quite old, but he is quite accurate in judging people. This kid is just bad-looking, but his eyes cannot deceive people. This kid has black eyes, but he is better at being clean. The worst thing is that he is an asshole and has no bad intentions. of.

Seeing that the old man was a little sober, He Ci breathed a sigh of relief. He liked listening to Yan Yu's speech and liked to respond to what he said, but communicating with others had never been his strong point.

Now facing the slightly sober old man, he didn't know what to say to please people, so he didn't say anything at all.

Seeing that the young man didn't respond to him, Yan Zhengsong made a fool of himself, but he didn't have much energy, so he also shut up.

The atmosphere was a little silent for a while, but fortunately He Ci was used to it, frowned slightly, reached out and held down the bones in his chest, and then his limbs, making sure that there was no major problem with the bones falling, and then carefully helped him up, Carry the old man on his back just like the epitome just now.

The old man on his back didn't say a word, but kept observing this silent young man. He did things neatly and methodically.

It wasn't until he got to the field and saw Yan Yu holding an umbrella not far away that He Ci had a bright look on his face.

"How is grandpa?" Yan Yu hurried forward, holding an umbrella for the two of them.

"The bone is not injured, but the skin is scratched." He Ci shook his head, signaling him to rest assured.

"Then let's go to the hospital immediately."

When Yan Yu was about to leave, He Ci suddenly grabbed the wrist that wasn't holding the umbrella.

Yan Yu lowered his head, and happened to find the corner of He Ci's clothes clutched in his hand, his ears turned red immediately, and he glanced back, just in time to meet Yan Zhengsong, whose eyes were slit open. It’s not like letting go of the holding hand, and it’s not even if you don’t let go.

"Holding, it's not easy to fall."

He Ci's palm wrapped around his hand, and he naturally made him clenched the corner of his clothes.

"...Oh." Yan Yu said in a low voice, "I will try my best to keep up with you."

He Ci replied vaguely, he didn't hear the words very clearly, but he clearly felt that He Ci's pace was slower.

The old man was so tired that he couldn't speak, but his eyes were still sharp, and he saw the interaction between the two of them which was different from ordinary brothers, and he didn't say anything all the way to the hospital.

The health center in the village is not bad. Although the medical level is not very good, it is not a problem to have a full body check for such a bruise.

He Ci tirelessly carried the old man on his back to change his clothes and medicines all the way. He was not at ease when it was over, and he took his brain CT to check his medical and surgical personnel. Yan Yu followed behind He Ci like a follower, listening to He talked with the doctor, and occasionally he would be ordered by He Ci to get a procuratorial report or a hospital uniform, but He Ci didn't let him worry about major matters.

It wasn't until the old man fell asleep on an IV drip that He Ci's tight strings were completely loosened. He turned around and looked at Yan Yu who was still wearing a raincoat, and his heart ached again. His baby changes clothes.

He Ci frowned slightly, took off his rain-stained clothes, shook them on the side, hung them on the wall, took a new hospital gown from the bed, handed it to him, and dragged him out to the corner , pointing to the bathroom not far away to show him.

"The bathroom is at the end of the corridor, change it, and I'll buy hot porridge for you."

"Don't touch the wound when you change it." He Ci raised his wrist and looked at it. There were red marks and bloodshot spots on the scratched place, which seemed to be stuck with tiny thorns. He lowered his voice Some, "I'll pick them out for you."

Yan Yu returned the clothes to him and looked up. He Ci was obviously very tired, like a wild beast with its thorns restrained, guarding a small world like him and grandpa, no one is as powerful as He Ci.

But no matter how omnipotent it is, it still needs to be temporarily docked in the harbor, borrowing a metaphorical safe haven.

"He Jiaojiao," Yan Yu pointed his nose sour, tiptoed, and hugged him in his arms, "You hug me."

He Ci lowered his hands, his whole body was wet, he didn't dare to touch Yan Yu, so he could only lower his head and rest on the hair of his head, "Don't be afraid."

The tone of what he said was slightly drawn out, although it sounded as cold as usual, but Yan Yu knew that He Ci was comforting him.

"I'm not afraid," Yan Yu frowned on He Ci's neck, and the moisture from the corners of his eyes dripped onto He Ci's wet sweater, "You are such a great superman, you need to be hugged by Yan Yan, right?"

He Ci said 'hmm', with a shallow smile mixed in, "Yes."

Lying on his chest, Yan Yu could almost feel the tremor in his chest.

He Ci is really too easy to be satisfied, it is easy to make Yan Yu feel distressed, a small hug, a box of glutinous rice cakes made by himself, and even the two of them washing dishes together by the sink can make He Ci happy all day.

He is not good at communication and fighting, but he gives all his patience and persistence to Yan Yu.

"So, what kind of porridge does Jiaojiao want to drink?" Yan Yu held He Ci's slightly heavy head, "Pumpkin porridge? Preserved egg and lean meat porridge or eight-treasure porridge?"

The warmth on his face continued, no matter how thick-skinned He Ci was, he was still a flirtatious person, and he dared not meet the sincere and soft eyes in front of him at all.

Every time Yan Yuyi looked at him like this, he was always the one who was at a loss.

"Huh?" Yan Yu held his face in his hands, teasing his earlobe with his slender fingertips, watching it getting redder and hotter, "Look at me, Ouba, pumpkin porridge, eight-treasure porridge or... .”

Before He Ci could react, Yan Yu blinked his eyes, and his warm lips were already pressed against him. The moment the sweet and sour orange smell hit, He Ci's hanging hand tightened suddenly, and his pupils, which were always dark, were tinged. Momentary void.

When he was about to touch it, Yan Yu acted like a villain, he paused in front of He Ci, and refused to take another half step, only slightly trembling breath and dampness.

In the quiet corner, almost no one knew what they were doing here, and even the intertwined breathing was ambiguous and presumptuous.

As the Adam's apple rolled up and down, He Ci lowered his head slightly, and heard Yan Yu's scorching voice in his ear.

"Still try me?"

The author has something to say: He Ci: Men are not bad and I don't love them.

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