Can't hide

After reading the email, Duan Zhuo leaned back in his chair and smiled, the small vortex at the corner of his mouth attracted Jiang Sui's gaze, his smile was the same as others', reserved and shallow, like the soft moonlight at night.

After giggling alone for a while, Duan Zhuo suddenly turned his head and looked into Jiang Sui's eyes. This sudden stare scared Jiang Sui.

Has it been discovered?

It shouldn't be, and he hasn't contacted Duan Zhuo with his own mailbox. Could it be that the timing is too coincidental, and Duan Zhuo thought of it?How smart is this kid?

He closed the web page guiltily.

"Can you lend me your Bluetooth keyboard?" Duan Zhuo asked.

It turned out that he wanted to answer the email, Jiang Sui breathed a sigh of relief, and handed over the keyboard: "Of course, you don't need to say hello to what you want to use in the future, just take it, you can use everything on my desk."

Duan Zhuo was stunned when he took the things, probably because he was surprised that he would say such a thing, then he smiled and politely said thank you against the two little pear dimples.

Duan Zhuo seldom uses the keyboard to type, and he has not yet learned to touch type. His neck is slightly bent, and after pressing his fingertips on the keys, he looks up at the interface while typing.

Jiang Sui looked at him and thought of his grandfather. The posture of the old man when searching for TV dramas on the computer was exactly the same as that of Duan Zhuo. He had to glance at the keyboard every time he entered a letter.

Although it seems that his head is not very bright, he is serious and cautious in dealing with the things in front of him.

The keyboard crackled for a while, then stopped, Duan Zhuo got up, took the charged mobile phone, and walked to the bathroom without a sound.

"Click."

Cheng Ziyao was too busy chatting with people on the Internet to pay attention to what happened, but Jiang Sui really heard the sound of locking the door, and couldn't help laughing.

The bathroom in their dormitory is backlit, and you have to turn on the light when you go in, and you can tell at a glance that someone is there, so no one will lock the door on purpose, and Duan Zhuo has never had the habit of carrying a mobile phone when going to the bathroom.

Jiang Sui knew what he was going to do here.

Imagining that Duan Zhuo is scratching his head and posing in front of the mirror at this moment, thinking about how to take pictures to make his abdominal muscles look better, he can't hold back any longer, lying on the table, burying his face in his arms and laughing.

The unbridled laughter startled Cheng Ziyao. He turned his head, squinted his eyes, and sighed helplessly: "Brother, are you taking laughing medicine? It's been a night, can it end? You have interrupted my thoughts of chatting." .”

With his back on his back, Jiang Sui waved his hands and said intermittently: "You talk about yourself, don't talk to me."

"Can I ignore you?" Cheng Ziyao was anxious, pointing at him, "Let me tell you, it's really dangerous if your symptoms continue. I have a high school classmate who dislocated his jaw while laughing. I'll tell you about this matter." Did you say that? He was in exactly the same condition as you before he got dislocated."

Jiang Sui wasn't worried about his dislocated jaw, but felt that his cheeks and abdominal muscles were so sore. He straightened his back, took a deep breath, rubbed his cheeks vigorously, and moved his jaw. At last, he was not so stiff.

After waiting for half an hour, Duan Zhuo was finally willing to come out, Jiang Sui intentionally asked: "What are you doing in there, it's been a long time."

Before Duan Zhuo could open his mouth, Cheng Ziyao said first, "Do you control the world or the people who shit or fart in the toilet?"

Jiang Sui wrinkled the bridge of his nose in anger: "Why do you talk so much?"

Cheng Ziyao made faces at him.

Duan Zhuo didn't say anything, he first looked at Cheng Ziyao, then at Jiang Sui, and felt that the tablet was not safe enough no matter which angle it was facing, so he picked it up and climbed onto the bed, huddled in a corner.

Not long after, Jiang Sui received a reply.

The content is not long, but you can feel the sincere and warm emotions of the young people from the lines, as well as the respect for "Mr. J", a fictional character created by Jiang Sui.

Knowing that Duan Zhuo reported to the school in Nancheng because of him, Jiang Sui's heart was touched softly. Those insignificant things in his opinion affected Duan Zhuo's choice.

And his choice was just to get closer to him.

Duan Zhuo probably really regarded "Mr. J" as his parents and elders, and wanted to be filial. At the end, he asked politely-"I don't know if my uncle lives in Nancheng. If there is a chance, I would like to go to Look at you, because I always feel that written thanks are not formal enough."

At the end of the email, there is indeed a picture attached.

Before opening it, Jiang Sui had a premonition that Duan Zhuo might have taken off his clothes to show off his figure, so he looked back to make sure that Cheng Ziyao's attention was not on him, and then pulled the computer in front of him, trying to cover the screen with his body , click on the photo.

Duan Zhuo stood in front of the mirror leaning slightly, holding the mobile phone with one hand, staring at the screen of the mobile phone with his eyes slightly lowered, the loose sweater was pulled up to his chest, revealing a waist and abdomen, smooth lines, firm muscles, Under the warm yellow light, it can be seen clearly.

Before pressing the shutter, Duan Zhuo probably felt ashamed himself, the corners of his mouth were curled up, the pinnae of his ears were eye-catching red, and the smile extended to the end of his eyes, so he was frozen.

There was a little pride in his eyes, as if to say, I am really full, and I have grown up, and the matter of my abdominal muscles is not a lie.

Jiang Suixiao rolled his eyes.

How can a person with a height of 1.9 meters be so cute?

Duan Zhuo's temperament, let the abdominal muscles be the abdominal muscles, there is nothing extra, but it is such a cheated, secretive photo that makes Jiang Sui feel hot inexplicably, and the pores all over his body are open .

Duan Zhuo in the camera seems to be smiling at him.

He picked up the mug on the table, brought it to his mouth only to find that it was empty, rolled his Adam's apple, rolled the mouse with his other hand, enlarged the photo, dragged it to the position of Duan Zhuo's lower abdomen, and then Go up slowly.

If it weren't for this photo, he really wouldn't have noticed that Duan Zhuo's collarbone is so beautiful. Now he doesn't feel that it was a shame to mistake Duan Zhuo for a girl at the time, but he should thank himself for his face control at that time.

He really wanted to ask Duan Zhuo for photos of his childhood, and wanted to know how a little beauty grew to be 1.9 meters long, but after thinking about it calmly, such a topic was too abrupt, which would make Duan Zhuo feel strange.

He resolutely saved the photo of Duan Zhuo's sexy abs, synced it to the phone on the cloud, and moved it into the hidden album.

After that day, Duan Zhuo received many emails from Mr. J one after another. Their chat content extended from funding to schools, hobbies, and the frequency became higher and higher. From the first one a day, it became a day. Three letters, five letters... Later, because of trouble, the other party's Penguin account was added.

Mr. J's profile picture was taken by the beach, and the orange-red sunset outlines a handsome back, revealing the taste of a high-level elite.

It's just that this senior elite is completely different from Duan Zhuo's imagination. Not only is he not aloof, but he is also good at chatting.In the dialog box are funny jokes and video links that have been saved up.

Most of the time, Mr. J took the lead in their conversations, and Duan Zhuo's typing speed improved a lot because of this, and he learned to touch type.

Although we were able to chat, Duan Zhuo regretted that Mr. J was still unwilling to tell him his address, and he was unwilling to communicate with him by voice. Funding him is because I have been sponsored by others, and I want to serve the society.

Duan Zhuo no longer insisted, after so many years of detours, he found a benefactor, and knew that the other party was living a happy life, and his heart was relieved.

At the end of the year, the temperature in Nancheng took a sharp turn and dropped to negative. When going out in the afternoon, Duan Zhuo forgot to check the weather forecast and didn't bring an umbrella. Halfway through the exercise in the fitness area, he heard someone shouting, "It's snowing outside!"

He squatted down slowly, put the barbell on his shoulders back on the rack, and turned around to see several students crowded by the window to take pictures.

The snow in the south is not pure, it falls together with the rain, commonly known as sleet, you can see light snowflakes floating in the air, and at the same time, the rain beats the glass, pattering.

People who have been living on the small island have never seen even this little snow, so they thought it was strange, so they recorded it and sent it to important people.

After the small video was sent out, it suddenly occurred to me that they were in the same city, separated by more than 30 kilometers, the sky was covered with snow, and the people on the other side of the screen could still be seen.

[J: It’s raining heavily, did you bring an umbrella when you went out? 】

[Duan Zhuo: No, but it's okay, I can practice here for a while, and then leave after the rain stops. 】

[J: Do you have any arrangements for a while? 】

[Duan Zhuo: I don’t know yet. If it snows heavily, I might go out with my classmates to make a snowman. I’ve grown up so much, I haven’t made a snowman yet. 】

In the ice rink, Jiang Sui had just completed a three-kilometer skating and sat in a chair to rest. When he received the news, he laughed and wondered how it was impossible to build a snowman in the sleet.

Cheng Ziyao's frequent checking of his mobile phone during training recently caught Cheng Ziyao's attention. At the end of the last lap, Cheng Ziyao quietly hid behind him and peeped at the screen.

Jiang Suo reacted quickly, locked the screen, and put away the phone.

This action was trying to cover up, Cheng Ziyao pointed at him and bluffed: "Are you in love! Are you!"

Before Jiang Sui could respond, Cheng Ziyao came to a conclusion: "I've noticed that something's wrong with you recently, and you're always smirking at a mobile phone, why don't you tell me who you're talking to, I'm very sad when you do this, I It has exposed my privacy, but you have kept my mouth shut."

Jiang Suina had no choice but to say perfunctorily that he was looking at the picture, but Cheng Ziyao was more enthusiastic: "Hurry up, send it to me, let's taste it together."

Fortunately, the head coach came over and sat next to Jiang Sui to drink tea, and the matter was uncovered.

The sleet fell continuously for more than two hours, the sky turned from bright to dark, the street lights were turned on, and the ground was full of rain, but the snow particles disappeared without a trace. This was something Duan Zhuo never expected.

The expectation of building a snowman fell through, and he sat at the door of the gym worrying.

I looked up at the time, it was already past dinner time, and I was very hungry.

Most of the students who came here to exercise have left, and there are only a few who don't bring umbrellas like him. Among them, some are calling their roommates, and some are calling their partners.

Duan Zhuo hesitated for a while, and when he was about to send a group message to the dormitory, a figure rushed into his field of vision against the flow of people.

He froze for a moment, then stood up.

Even if there is a huge black umbrella covering half of his body, only two trouser legs are exposed, he will not mistake the person walking towards him.

The rain was accompanied by the strong wind, which seemed to overturn people. Jiang Sui bowed his body and lowered his umbrella. While resisting the heavy rain, he was protecting something in his arms, and his walking posture was a bit weird.

Duan Zhuo is sure that if the umbrella is held at such an angle, it may be difficult to see the road ahead.

He shouted through the rain curtain: "Why don't you look at the road when you walk?"

The black umbrella was lifted a little, and their eyes collided with each other. The person under the umbrella stepped up and rushed towards him, with a splash of water on his feet.

Duan Zhuo greeted him under the rainy eaves, grinning: "How do you know I'm here?"

"Guess." Jiang Sui dropped the three words lightly.

He walked all the way, his trouser legs, shoes and socks were already soaked by the rain, and he was shivering from the cold, even his fingers tucked into his sleeves were no longer warm, and he didn't even have the strength to close the umbrella. The umbrella was passed to Duan Zhuo.

"Hold on."

When the fingertips touched, Duan Zhuo felt icy cold.

"Why are your hands so cold?" When he was speaking, his eyes fixed on Jiang Sui's brown pupils, the rain fell from the corners of Jiang Sui's brows, and he quickly took out a pack of paper from his pocket.

Before the thing was handed over, the finger hooked on the plastic bag was stretched out in front of his eyes.

Jiang Sui sniffed and said, "This is for you."

"what?"

While talking, Duan Zhuo took the cold plastic bag, thinking it was some tricky thing.

He lowered his head and opened it, and there was a snowball the size of a fist that came from nowhere.

When he took the thing out completely, he found that it was a chubby little snowman. Two branches were inserted into the slightly bigger snowball at the bottom, and two blueberries were embedded in the upper one as eyes. laugh.

Duan Zhuo suddenly remembered that at the school sports meeting before, Jiang Sui shoveled shaved ice for him at the ice rink, and instantly understood where the snowman came from.

Jiang Sui looked at him, and then at the snowman, not caring that the rain on his face was running down his neck, and said with a smirk, "Do I look like you?"

"Where does it look like?"

Jiang Sui poked the little tick: "That's how you smile."

Duan Zhuo raised his hand to help Jiang Sui wipe off the water on his jaw.

"You carried me all the way here? Are your hands cold?"

"I don't feel it anymore." Jiang Sui spread out his palms, the skin was stained with water, his palms and fingers were red from the cold, he lowered his hands and wiped them on the seam of his trousers, "But it's okay, I don't get frostbite in winter."

Duan Zhuo put away the umbrella and put it aside, held his hand, put it to his mouth, took a few breaths, and slowly rubbed it to warm it up.

It just so happened that a couple passed by at this time and glanced at them. There was an inexplicable smile on the corner of the girl's mouth.

Jiang Sui quickly withdrew his hand: "People must think we are gay!"

"You're not, what's the rush?"

Duan Zhuo opened the umbrella with a smile, and looked at the smiling little snowman again. His palm was still warm, and he felt that the little snowman was melting in his hands. A layer of plastic grips it.

The winter in Nancheng is very long. When Jiang Sui rushed towards him with an umbrella, he hated this season for no reason. Now, he hopes that this cold weather can last for a while, so that his snowman can be by his side more stay a while.