please let go

"Good morning, honey."

When Jiang Chen opened his eyes, he met those eyebrows and eyes, thinking that several years had passed, as if this was their married life.

He thought too much, wanted to keep He Chuan by his side, hated that he was not a light, could not be He Chuan's salvation, and could not make He Chuan unable to leave him.

But it's also good to be a pillow person.

It wasn't until Jiang Chen was fully awake that he realized that He Chuan seemed to have called "Honey", "What did you call me just now?"

He Chuan: "Deaf?"

"Well, call again."

"It's fine if you're deaf, you won't be able to hear as many shouts as you want."

"I can hear it—" Jiang Chen was in a great mood early in the morning, "Honey, I can hear it."

He Chuan: "Let's go, I'll go to work after breakfast."

After washing up, the two went out and had breakfast downstairs.The owner of the store knew Jiang Chen very well, and brought two bowls of porridge on their table to talk to them: "Xiao Jiang, is this your friend?"

Jiang Chen's bad taste came up, and he denied it with a smile: "No, my brother."

He Chuan didn't respond at all, quietly biting the bun in his hand.

"This family has good genes—one child looks better than the other." The boss glanced back and forth between the two of them, and then went to entertain other guests.

"My brother is so good today!" It's rare that He Chuan didn't make any move, Jiang Chen said aggressively, picked up the bowl and took a big mouthful of porridge.

"Yeah, my brother loves me a lot, otherwise he wouldn't have planted so many plum blossoms for me." He Chuan replied blankly.

Jiang Chen almost spit out the porridge after hearing this, and coughed several times due to choking, tears came out.

His eyelids were slightly red from coughing, and after being teased by He Chuan's words, the roots of his ears were also red, and his face was so thin that it turned red.

Seeing this appearance, He Chuan was stunned: "Don't look at me with that look, or I..."

"Otherwise what?" Jiang Chen narrowed his eyes slightly, warning him to be careful with his words.

He Chuan didn't say anything, and ate his breakfast peacefully.

On the way to the optical shop together, Jiang Chen glanced at He Chuan several times, feeling that his hair was about to reach his eyes again, "Your hair has grown, do you want to cut it?"

"Ah."

He Chuan was busy with the business in the store. Jiang Chen clicked on the circle of friends and saw that his mother had posted a lot of selfies. The Oriental Pearl Tower was also in the picture. After thinking about it, he sent her a message to report that a classmate would stay at home temporarily a few days.

Mom didn't reply until a while later, asking about men and women.

[Jiang Chen]: It must be a man...

[Tang Miao]: Then treat your classmates well!disappointment (bushi)

[Jiang Chen]: Well, I see.

[Tang Miao]: What's your name?Don't tell me when you make new friends! (crying)

Tell this woman to spend less time on the Internet, if she doesn't listen, even the parentheses are played for her to understand.

Jiang Chen replied He Chuan's name.

The other side didn't reply to the message, I guess I'm busy playing again——

Put the phone aside and look at He Chuan standing in front of the glass cabinet.

In order to display the frames, many lights have been installed in the optical shop, and the light is always good.

He Chuan's skin was already fair, and it was even more translucent under the light of the incandescent lamp. He just wore Jiang Chen's casual clothes like a nobleman.

The lips that have been kissed countless times are introducing the lenses to the customers one by one. Jiang Chen is fascinated by it, and he can't wait to rush up to taste his exclusive product in front of everyone.

Sure enough, men who work hard are the most charming.

He Chuan glanced here, and Jiang Chen stared at him without dodging, and smiled calmly.

He Chuan looked away sullenly, and took the customer to the front desk to pay with a serious face.

So attractive, so handsome.

Just this look of ignoring answers made people's heart flutter, Jiang Chen's heart beat even faster, he continued to lower his head to do his homework, and didn't look over there.

After He Chuan finished his work, he sat back and twirled the pen in his hand and asked, "Look at me?"

"Who teased you? Don't put gold on your face."

He Chuan: "You really look like two people on the bed and under the bed. I'm afraid that one day you'll eat up and wipe it all down, and you'll pull up your pants and deny anyone."

"Shut up." Jiang Chen shook his hand, and he didn't write the word well, he raised his head and blamed him with his eyes.

He Chuan shrugged helplessly, saying that it was none of his business.

"Why does Xiaojiang look so angry every time I come in?" Sister Ting walked into the store, holding a little boy wearing Stitch short sleeves by the hand, "Come on, Xuanxuan, call me brother."

"Brother." The little boy narrowed his eyes with a smile, bit his finger with his teeth, and stuck a sticker towards his mother.

"Sister Ting, is this your child?" Jiang Chen saw that the child was quite cute.

Sister Ting: "Yes! Today is Saturday, I didn't send him to kindergarten." "Xuanxuan, do these two elder brothers look good?"

The little boy bit his lower lip with his upper teeth, pointed at Jiang Chen with his little finger, and said in a childlike voice, "That's pretty~"

"I look good?" Jiang Chen waved at the little boy to signal him to come over.

The boy didn't recognize his birth, he let go of his mother's hand, ran into Jiang Chen's arms, rubbed his head, and said with a smile: "You are beautiful~"

"..." Jiang Chen smiled helplessly when he smelled the unique smell of milk on a child's body, isn't that how the term is used?

He lightly rubbed the boy's hair, with a doting look on his face: "Then... where's the other brother?"

Xuanxuan put his arms around Jiang Chen's neck, turned to look at He Chuan, and pouted: "He is fierce."

There is no way, He Chuan's facial features are tough, coupled with a pair of world-weary eyes, his appearance is indeed a bit aggressive, and he often has a cold face, he is indeed not as gentle as Jiang Chen.

He Chuan smiled like a tiger, and spoke somewhat resentfully, "Xuanxuan, come down, that's my brother's place."

"What are you talking about?" Jiang Chen glared at him.

Sister Ting cheerfully pulled the child out of Jiang Chen's arms, "I'll just come for a stroll, you go ahead! Xuanxuan, let's go buy some snacks."

?What to continue?

Xuanxuan came out of Jiang Chen's arms, at first he was still reluctant to let go, and was tempted to leave when he heard that there were snacks, but before he left, he still didn't forget to turn his head and look at Jiang Chen, "Goodbye, beautiful brother~"

"Xuanxuan, say goodbye to this brother too—" Jiang Chen looked at He Chuan's complicated face and smiled even more happily.

"Oh, goodbye to that brother too."

After the mother and son left, Jiang Chen repeated the little boy's words with a smile, "Oh, bye, that brother. Haha I laughed so hard, I didn't expect that the handsome guy would have a day when he wouldn't be seen."

He felt relieved, and sighed again: "But the milk smell on the child's body is quite nice——"

He Chuan: "..."

He Chuan approached shamelessly, and Jiang Chen asked him what he was doing with a defensive face.

"My brother is so beautiful, I want to kiss."

Jiang Chen's face changed, and he couldn't smile anymore, "Get lost, there are still people over there."

He looked at the counter and found that the other clerk was not there, and he should have gone to the bathroom, but he didn't let out a sigh of relief, "There is monitoring."

He Chuan's plan failed, but he still hugged Jiang Chen's slender waist and rubbed against his chest.

As soon as Jiang Chen smelled the shampoo, his heart softened, so he let him hug him, who made He Chuan's body smell familiar to him now.

"Have you had enough?" Jiang Chen felt that the staff was coming back, and kept staring at the cashier.

He Chuan: "You are really thin and your waist is so thin."

"Okay, go back and hug me again." Jiang Chen patted him on the back, really embarrassed to do these intimate actions in front of others.

He Chuan let go of his arm after hearing this, and kissed Jiang Chen's chin while he was not paying attention, "I said it a long time ago, this is my position."

Only then did Jiang Chen understand his intentions, and said with a smile, "Aren't you naive? Children are jealous."

"I don't need to be jealous." He Chuan raised his eyebrows, and his face was full of joy after mopping up.

It was not until evening that Jiang Chen received a reply from his mother asking how long He Chuan would live.

[Jiang Chen]: Probably when you come back from vacation? "

He Chuan had just finished taking a shower, his head was covered with Jiang Chen's towel, and he kept pulling his hair with his hands.

Small water droplets were thrown from the wet hair tips, one by one fell on the smooth and tender skin, and some drops fell down the tall bridge of the nose.

What a picture of a beauty out of the bath.

"Brother, come here." Jiang Chen waved to him.

"What are you doing?" He Chuan raised his eyebrows and walked up to him.

"Brother blowing your hair?"

"Yes." He Chuan sat on the sofa and waited for the service.

Jiang Chen took out the hair dryer from the toilet and plugged it in, took the towel off his head, knelt down on the sofa to find a support point, pressed the switch and started blowing on his drenched hair.

From his angle, he could just see He Chuan pursing his lips tightly, and his eyelashes were still flickering.

Jiang Chen couldn't help laughing, thinking: Who is the prettiest?

He Chuan turned his head away from the hair dryer and looked up at him.

He realized that he could see the gods by looking at his face, and kept blowing at the same place, burning people, "Ah, I'm sorry."

He Chuan still stared at him motionlessly, as if he did not accept the apology.

Jiang Chen turned off the hair dryer in his hand, leaned over and kissed him on the face, "Is it all right?"

Only then did He Chuan lower his head.

Tsk, this kid has a temper.

As soon as he thought of the invincible tugged man sitting here obediently, letting himself touch his head, he let him play with his temper.

He Chuan: "I don't have to go to work tomorrow."

"Then go cut your hair tomorrow?"

"Ah."

The hot air pierced He Chuan's neckline, revealing some gaps between the skin and the material of the clothes. Jiang Chen's gaze also followed the wind, but the neckline was a bit small, and he could only see one or two red marks he had left on his body.

Last night he wanted to strip his clothes but was stopped by He Chuan, so he planted some plum blossoms.

His hair was dry, Jiang Chen had just turned off the hair dryer, and the next second, he was grabbed by the waist, and heard a cute "brother".

He stopped breathing. No one likes this kind of contrast. No matter how strong He Chuan is in front of others, he is sometimes obedient and sometimes childish. No one else can see the face.

"It's time to let go." Jiang Chen put the hair dryer in his hand on the sofa beside him, and stroked He Chuan's soft hair.

The phone rang, and Jiang Chen saw the WeChat message from his mother.

[Tang Miao]: Take a picture of your classmate for me.

It seems that he still can't believe that he brought a male classmate home——

"He Chuan, let go and take a photo."

He Chuan let go, with a puzzled look on his face: "Taking pictures?"

Jiang Chen took the opportunity to take a picture, "Well, my mother checks the post."

After the photo was sent to my mother.

[Jiang Chen]: Not so much, right?Do not trust your son so much?

[Tang Miao]: What's his mother's name?Also send me the phone number.

Why ask this?Want to contact a parent?

Jiang Chen raised his eyes to meet He Chuan's gaze, "My mother asked your mother's name and phone number."

"Maybe you are worried?" He Chuan stood up, stretched his waist, and walked towards the room while saying his name.

Jiang Chen entered "Li Yuxiu", and then sent the phone number along with it, "Li Yuxiu, this name is really elegant. My mother said her name came from the fortune teller who said she was short of water in the five elements."

After he finished typing, he went to look at the photo he just took, thinking that this person is really handsome without any dead ends.

He Chuan: "What's your mother's name?"

"Tang Miao."

"what?"

Jiang Chen repeated again: "Tang Miao."

"Oh."

Tonight, the two of them calmed down a bit, and they didn't go too far like last night. After hugging each other for a while, they fell asleep.

Jiang Chen woke up in the middle of the night and found no one around him. He thought He Chuan was going to the bathroom, but after a while, no one came back, so he got up to check. The light in the bathroom was not on, but the light on the balcony was on.

He Chuan stood in front of the window with his back to him, just like he saw when he pretended to sleep in the dormitory that night.

It's been a long time since I saw He Chuan smoking, and he suddenly lit up again tonight.

Jiang Chen wanted to call out his name, but just like that night, he couldn't say it no matter what.

He Chuan's back made him feel too uncomfortable, and the distance of just a few steps seemed to be thousands of ravines.

He retreated back into the room silently, but he couldn't fall asleep again, and when he closed his eyes, he saw that figure from behind.

People can read the atmosphere, especially those close to them.

Jiang Chen lay on the bed and looked at the desk lamp, and sighed, but it was useless to read it——

Jiang Chen thought for a whole night before he realized what went wrong between them.

He Chuan hid his thoughts very well. These days together, apart from the closer physical contact, the two of them seemed to have never been close to each other.

Even on the night by the river, when he asked how he fell in love with him, He Chuan avoided talking about it, and asked what he liked about him, and the answer he got was "I can't tell".

I don't even make up any nice words.

Can't say it, or don't want to say it?

People always like to magnify their emotions in the middle of the night. Jiang Chen thought for a whole night, but the person who made him insomnia never came back.

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